Endless Debt

It is also a scourge in this world. Compared with the Swallowing Beast, the Maw of the Abyss is undoubtedly much more troublesome. With the power to tear the winding path at will, it can be delivered to key positions on the battlefield within minutes. With a large number of troops, Bologo can already predict how miraculous the Throat of the Abyss will be in the coming war.

Never let it go!

For a moment, there was only this paranoid thought left in Boluogo's mind. He waved his resentment, and the ether wrapped around the power of the winding path and quickly spread forward, like an invisible lightning. At the end position, the explosion tore out A creeping labyrinth crack.

Stepping forward, almost at the same time that Bologg got into the crack in the winding path, his figure appeared at the end point, and then waved his sword again. In just a few seconds, he crossed the entire battlefield and arrived at the high wall. .

"Bologo!"

Aimu exclaimed, and when she came to the high wall, she realized how bad the situation here was.

The huge winding crack split open the defense of the Morrowind Bastion directly from the spatial level. No matter how strong it was and how many heavy artillery defenses it had, all the efforts were in vain under this offensive that could be called cheating.

A large number of bloodthirsty people emerged from it. What was even more deadly was that Aimu noticed that the strange and wriggling flesh and blood on their bodies was growing unscrupulously like proliferating fungi. Some bloodthirsty people had been completely wrapped into a ball. The squirming flesh ball, as it walked, the flesh and blood robes were spread one by one, falling to the ground and growing scarlet buds.

Flesh plague!

Aimu is very familiar with this disgusting and crawling mass of flesh and blood. The existence of the Orangutan Sect has been almost throughout the two people's professional history. It seems that they can encounter these damn bastards everywhere.

Boluogo was not surprised by this. In his prediction, due to the continuous pressure from the Bureau of Order, these devils would unite together sooner or later. Now the prediction has come true.

The Orangutan Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court united together, and the march of flesh and blood marched forward. They were grotesque in shape, waving their claws and knives, and kept murmuring weirdly, like taboo chants or cries of pain.

This will be an extremely terrifying army. They will not pose much of a threat to high-level sublimation practitioners, but for a large number of low-level sublimation practitioners, they will be a desperate tide of death.

Once they capture the Morrowind Stronghold, and as the Dark Iron Curtain advances, they set foot on the vast Windyuan Highlands. With their pathological speed of spread, within a month, the entire Windyuan Highlands will fall into a terrifying hell.

The battle situation further escalated, but Boluogo just took a look at this terrifying march, stopped paying attention to them, and instead ran towards the winding crack that split the high wall.

Boluogo's mind is very clear. He understands that if he wants to completely solve the crisis, he must cut off the delivery channels of the bloodthirsty army. It is best to directly kill the Abyss-devouring Throat and eliminate this difficult evil in this world. Completely obliterated.

As the war progresses, the strategic importance of the Throat of the Abyss will become more and more important. Bologg cannot imagine that once this monster tears a crack in the winding path from the Pillar of Kingship to the Oath City of Opos, What a catastrophic future that would lead to.

The galloping figure fell into the bloodthirsty army like a meteor, plowing through a large area of ​​land with ease, knocking away one scarlet figure after another.

"Come on!"

Aimu encouraged Boluogo to make this terrifyingly quiet killing less deadly.

Boluogo didn't swing his sword, he was just moving forward stubbornly. The furious secret energy followed closely behind him, crushing the enemies around him indiscriminately.

In an instant, all the bloodthirsty people in the field were crushed into exploding balls of dirty blood. Blood and minced meat were scattered on the ground. They were not dead and were still highly active.

Like a blood-colored worm, it struggled hard in the pool of blood, transforming the surrounding inorganic matter and further polluting the land. Boluogo swept the boiling blood water indifferently, and the weight of the ether came again, like a pile driver. In general, it repeatedly compacts the surrounding land, continuously crushes the remaining flesh and blood, and does its best to reduce their activity.

Aimu watched this brutal bloody battle, her mood hanging nervously, but at this moment she actually heard Boluogo laughing.

He said, "You know what? Now the value of Palmer's family property is depreciating at the speed of seconds."

"ah?"

Boluogo's cold joke made Aimu a little unable to react. Is he actually considering such a thing at this time?

Just when Aimu was about to say something to make Boluogo look serious, Boluogo said loudly again.

"Amu, get ready, we are going to take an adventure next."

The words were followed by Bologg's frantic thoughts, from which Aimu understood Bologg's purpose.

"You're crazy!"

Almost at the same time that Aimu shouted, Boluogo was like a chariot, ruthlessly sweeping through a large number of bloodthirsty people. He had no intention of stopping, stepping on the mountains of corpses, and strode into the Throat of the Abyss. In the giant winding crack that split open.

If the bloodthirsty army was a torrent of death, then Bologo not only forcibly cut off the torrent, but also went upstream to completely destroy the source of this disaster.

The moment she entered the winding path, an inexplicable sense of alienation spread. This feeling was not unfamiliar to Aimu. Every time she traveled through the winding path, she would have this strange feeling, but this time, this feeling The feeling is constantly growing, and the winding path you step on seems to have no end, and there is only chaos and darkness.

"what happened?"

Aimu wondered. Logically speaking, after entering the winding crack, they should emerge from the other end of the winding crack, which is the entrance to the bloodthirsty army. But now they are still in the hazy darkness, as if they are stranded. Within the winding path.

The huge silence squeezed the eardrums, and Aimu felt as if he had been here before, but he couldn't remember where he had experienced such a weird feeling.

"Transit station."

Boluogo suddenly spoke, and his voice broke the silence. Countless murmurs rushed into Aimu's mind, making her heart tremble.

"What did you say?" Aimu tried to calm down.

"I said, this is just like the transfer station of the Bureau of Order. It seems to be a hub for traveling through winding paths. It is also the... lair of the Throat of the Abyss."

As Boluogo spoke, he looked warily into the darkness ahead, only to see a pale worm emerge. It seemed that it did not expect that Boluogo would dare to pursue it into the winding cracks and reach its lair.

It arched its huge body, with countless arms supporting the surroundings, and the corpses all over its body made a sharp trembling sound, like a warning to Boluogo.

Boluogo silently clenched his grip on Gnaw, and was about to start a fight with him, when heavy and distant footsteps sounded, and from the other side of the darkness, groups of bloodthirsty men were seen striding towards him.

His eyes wandered between the two, and finally Boluogo looked back at the direction he came from.

"In other words, the end of these bloodthirsty people is the Land of Eternal Night," Boluogo whispered. "If we kill them now, we might be able to meet the regent who is commanding them."

"Bologo..."

Aimu was so nervous that he almost couldn't breathe. Boluogo's move was too risky. Now he not only thought about killing the Throat of the Abyss, but also planned to directly attack the Land of Eternal Night.

"Don't worry, I'm still confident that I can do this."

Boluogo comforted him while raising his resentment bite. The next moment, the ether stirred up restlessness, and the bloodthirsty people who had just appeared were directly squeezed into balls of dirty blood and disappeared into the darkness.

The Throat of the Abyss moved slowly, and it assumed a posture ready for hunting. Its huge mouthparts were opened, and the mouth was covered with circles of barbs, as if it could chew gold and stone, and mince flesh and blood.

The grotesque body was full of taboos, but Bologo was not frightened by it. Instead, he looked at the eye-catching scar on the Abyss Maw with great interest.

Bologo remembered this scar, the fatal blow left by Yusil. Even after so many years, the scar still hadn't healed.

As the throat of the swallowing abyss squirms, the scar also twists, and a faint blood seeps out. This blood is so eye-catching on the pale body.

It's a pity that Hill couldn't kill this monster completely at the beginning... It's not a pity at all. It was just a matter of time to leave this battle to Bologo and let him complete the revenge himself.

"Bologo..."

A low, hoarse voice came from the dark mouthparts.

"Oh? I always thought that things like you no longer have the so-called mind."

Boluogo looked at it curiously. At the same time, the ether continued to output, and there were bursts of bursts of bodies in the darkness.

At this time, the Night Clan who are far away in the Land of Eternal Night may not know that the inside of the winding path has become a death zone. The large number of bloodthirsty people they transported will be wiped out by Boluogo as soon as they step into it. .

"Bologo..."

The hoarse voice was still the same, and Boluogo frowned. He suspected that the Throat of the Abyss did not possess an advanced mind, but only acted with the instinct of a monster.

"What are you going to do?"

Aimu asked, she knew that Boluogo was very strong, ridiculously strong, but she still didn't think that Boluogo had the ability to kill a scourge of this world.

These extremely blasphemous monsters are, to a large extent, more difficult to deal with than the Glorious Ones. If the Glorious Ones represent the perfect creation of alchemical matrix technology, then the evil in this world is the pure incarnation of the worst evil in all worlds.

Boluogo said nothing, but at some point, he had an elite clear and bright crystal core in his hand.

Out of the material world, with no innocents present, and enemies everywhere in sight, Bologger felt that there was no better time to launch a mass extermination.

Without any hesitation, a massive amount of ether poured into the crystal core, and a bunch of swaying flames shone brightly in it. It seemed to be the first fire of the world, fixed in this brilliance. Withstanding the sacrifice of ether, it began to Expansion, combustion.

Cleanse the earth.