Endless Debt

Under the leadership of Sere, the infiltration operation in the royal city was much smoother than Boluogo expected. They swaggered to the foot of the high wall and dug out the long-buried sewer among the dilapidated ruins. From the narrow and damp underground pipes, we headed towards the core of the royal city.

Boluogo walked at the front, silently releasing the ethers, causing them to spread along the complex pipeline one by one like a tide. Under the perception of the ether, Boluogo was like a humanoid radar, easily detecting the direction of the pipeline. And the layout, as well as the monsters hiding in the sewers of this royal city.

"I think it's a wind-eroded bird, and some... bloodthirsty ones?"

With a rough sense, Bologo judged the enemies hiding in the darkness.

Sere responded, "Oh? It's a very common thing, no problem."

"You also know that the Night Clan class is strict and solid. Many Night Clan members who are not allocated blood tax will gradually fall into madness due to long-term thirst for blood, and this dirty and muddy underground world is their best refuge. Place."

Sere hasn't been back here for a long time, but he can still rely on his memory to find the only correct route.

"so?"

Palmer asked nervously. The current atmosphere was very similar to some horror movies he had seen. In an unknown place, there were monsters that were despised by the world.

"So? So those completely alienated blood people will hide in places like this, like wild beasts living in the city, staying quietly in the darkness and hunting the unlucky ghosts who stray into it."

Serei sniffed the air vigorously. The moist and moldy smell was mixed with a touch of blood. In the old and turbid air, Serei could not identify the existence of the pure-blood night tribe. this is a good news.

"I don't know if there is anything similar here after all these years, but it's always right to be careful."

After Sere finished speaking, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "I still miss it. When I was young, I loved cleaning the sewers of the royal city."

Palmer asked, "Care for the urban environment and maintain law and order?"

"No, it's just a desire for killing and violence," Sere blinked. "You don't need any reason or any psychological burden to kill these completely alienated monsters."

Palmer's heart was chilled by Sere's words. It was often at times like this that he would belatedly think of Sere's bloody past.

Sere has never been a good person.

"Wait a minute, everyone, something's not right."

Bologg stopped in front of a fork in the road. He clenched his resentment vigilantly and cast his gaze into the turbid darkness ahead. Bologg's mind was completely immersed, and his senses became more and more acute.

He felt wisps of breeze blowing in front of him. It seemed that there was an exit in front of him. The surging air was also filled with fishy blood. The smell was so pungent that it felt like there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood right in front of him. .

"Step aside!"

Boluogo exclaimed and stepped forward, blocking everyone in front of them like a shield. At the same time, hoarse roars came from the depths of the darkness, and sharp friction sounds continued, as if a monster was waving. Sharp claws, crawling at high speed.

The monster is getting closer and closer to Boluogo, and its energy level is also getting closer, rising step by step until it reaches the limit of soul carrying strength.

The basekeeper's etheric response is close at hand.

"You're not kidding!"

Palmer growled. He thought he had been careful when entering from the sewer, but he bumped into a defender head-on. He had no time to think about whether he was unlucky or whether the regent was well-defended. He even considered this. arrive.

Pulling out the rapier, wisps of air wrapped around the blade. While Palmer was ready, Xinda also decisively raised the gun in his hand, while Sere seemed to be aloof, silently retreating behind everyone, quietly Waiting for the situation to change.

"coming!"

At the same time as Boluogo reminded, the crazy enemy quickly emerged from the darkness.

The monster's skin is pale, as if smeared with a thick layer of lime. There is no hair on the surface. Dark blue blood vessels can be vaguely seen. Its body is thin and deformed, and its human-like face is inlaid with scarlet red blood vessels. The eyes were wide open, and the mouth was filled with sharp fangs.

Boluogo was convinced that the other party was a Night Tribe, but its physical characteristics were completely different from those of the bloodthirsty he had seen before.

The monster's skinny body was covered with a layer of heavy armor, and spikes protruded from the edge of the armor, like steel nails, piercing into its body and tightly bound to its flesh and blood.

Obviously, this monster does not have a so-called mind, but only has an extreme thirst for flesh and blood like an insect's phototaxis.

To this end, it randomly drives the terrifying ether, pouring it into its limbs in an almost instinctive way. It waves its sharp claws, like thunder piercing the night sky, tearing at the hard pipe wall with ease. Shocking scars appeared.

Sere squinted his eyes, trying to see the monster's face clearly, and he tentatively shouted, "Nansen?"

"Nathan?"

Boluogo repeated the name, and his resentful bite stabbed quickly, colliding with the monster's arm guard, and spattered a series of sparks.

"You know this monster!"

Boluogo asked while facing the enemy.

"So we know each other," Sere crossed Palmer and stood not far behind Boluogo, watching the fight between the two. "He was a member of my father's Guards. During the reckoning after the Dawn War, I imprisoned him, the remaining Guardsmen, and my father."

Sere was amazed again and again, "I didn't expect that after a hundred years, it would actually look like this. It's really sad."

While Sere was lamenting the wasted years, Bologg was struggling to fight with Nansen. The narrow environment limited the space for Bologg to swing his sword. He could split the walls along the way with one sword, but Bologg didn't want to Halfway through, the entire sewer collapsed, causing him to be buried underground.

Boluogo took a few steps back and opened a safe distance from Nansen. Snake scale liquid burst out from under his sleeves. In an instant, several silver-white iron branches opened like tentacles, and each iron blade As if he had self-awareness, he slashed and stabbed from various tricky angles.

"Nansen must have been tortured by blood thirst to the point of mental collapse, so he became like this," Sere explained leisurely from behind, "Just like the bloodthirsty transformed by inferior blood, this kind of reason The monsters transformed into pure-blooded night tribesmen are called heartless ones."

Bologg listened to Sere's words and fought fiercely with Nansen. Under the continuous fierce attack of the snake scale fluid, Bologg could sense that although Nansen was the defender, he only had the ether of the defender. That's all, it doesn't have enough mind at all to mobilize this power precisely, and it just relies on biological instincts to fight.

As for Nansen’s own secret power, let’s not mention how far this secret power has fallen behind after a hundred years. His remaining mind alone is not enough to trigger complex secret powers and apply them to battle. middle.

From this point of view, Nansen is just a monster with no power, and it is much easier to deal with than Boluogo imagined.

"In our Night Clan, we regard this method of mental collapse as a form of punishment," Sere said slowly, leaning against the damp wall, "However, this is a method exclusively for pure-blooded Night Clan. means of punishment.”

"After a long period of blood thirsty torture, their own minds collapsed into nothingness, and they turned into monsters with no power. As long as they are shackled, increased by alchemical potions, and other special strengthening methods, they can become Become a new force and serve the Eternal Night Empire."

Sere gave an example, "It's like a group of more high-end bloodthirsty people."

The snake scale liquid repeatedly slashed at Nansen's body. Most of the attacks were blocked by the thick armor on its body, but some of the attacks still successfully hit its pale body.

The metal penetrated into Nansen's body, piercing deeply into his flesh and blood, like metal seeds. Boluogo gently clenched his fist. The next moment, the metal seeds multiplied and exploded rapidly, and then each steel branch and iron flower sprang out. Flowers bloomed on Nansen's body.

The sharp edges of the petals and leaves were like sword blades, cutting Nansen's body from the inside out, combined with the suppression of the immortal body by the death metal and silver.

I saw that Nansen's entire left arm collapsed. If it weren't for the armor forcibly binding the flesh and blood, it would be broken directly. Similarly, its abdomen was also chopped and mashed by sharp metal, and its dirty internal organs lay down with a clatter. , a series of bulges appeared at the throat, and then sharp branches broke open its throat, almost severing its entire neck.

In the blink of an eye, Nansen's torso became bloody. The bright red flesh and internal organs were turned out, revealing the rugged and broken bones. Steel thorns were wrapped around it in circles. As the thorns tightened, Nansen slowly He fell to his knees on the ground, blood gushing out like a crushed persimmon.

"Oh, by the way, you have to pay attention to one thing."

Sere raised a finger and ordered, "Although they have turned into a group of monsters with no power but no mind, in order to ensure that these powerful heartless ones will not be defeated so easily by the enemy, they usually have There is the existence of immortal armor.”

He stuck his head over, took a look at the bloody Nansen, and reminded, "Yes, that's the one he was wearing."

Nansen raised his head hard and made a meaningless roar. The glow of ether swirled in its eyes. It did not have enough mind to drive the ether to trigger the secret energy, but it blindly released the ether, which was enough to passively awaken the burden. The power of armor.

I saw bright inscriptions shining on Nansen's armor. Nansen's secret power may lag behind the entire era, but this brand-new immortal armor is enough to make up for this huge gap.

The next moment, the defender's ether triggered the alchemical matrix engraved on the immortal armor. The horrific injuries on Nansen's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and power beyond imagination was also attached to its body.

The harsh sound of metal cracking sounded. Nansen roughly tore open the thorns that bound him, and then forcefully pulled out the steel branches and iron flowers from his flesh and blood. Boluogo tried to let the snake scale fluid It took root deeper, but soon, the defense formed by the critical moment of the soul firmly rejected Bologo's power.

"The heartless ones cannot use too complicated secret powers. They will only follow their instincts and vent their own ether. Similarly, the immortal armors they carry will not be implanted with too strange secret powers, but some of the most basic The power of all-round increase.”

Along with Sere's narration, Nansen seemed to be protected by the secret power of the Body Ascension School. His body's self-healing ability, strength and speed were significantly improved, and then many fine and hard scales emerged from under its pale skin. Precipitated, several holes appeared on the body, the wounds opened, and scarlet pupils opened from them.

"For example, the secret power of the Body Ascension School that focuses on self-strengthening," Sere said. "In the long experiments of the Night Clan, this is the most suitable power for those who have lost their minds."

Nansen roared wildly, and the figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. Boluogo thrust forward decisively and bitten, and then he felt a heavy impact from the end of the sword blade.

The two figures collided together, and Boluoge was shaken by Nansen's power for several steps before slowly stopping.

Sere turned sideways, trying to avoid the confrontation between the two. Xinda retreated decisively and pulled the trigger at the same time. Several bullets accurately hit Nansen's head. But after the snowflakes, Nansen's skull healed itself, and The twisted warhead squeezed out forcefully.

"What are you doing? Being a tour guide!"

Palmer passed over Bolog's head, accusing Sere of sitting idly by, while accurately stabbing out the rapier, hitting the gap in the armor, and piercing Nansen's flesh.

Gusts of howling wind raged in the sewer. Palmer hated this confined and narrow space, which made the free wind full of constraints.

Compress and pour.

The invisible wind blade completely enveloped Nansen, scraping its armor and scales indiscriminately, sending sparks all over the sky.

Boluogo took the opportunity to press forward, and under the etheric amplification of the extreme power, he waved out a slender arc, and then Nansen's crossed defensive hands on his chest broke in response.

"In other words, is its main power just the immortal armor?"

Boluogo roughly understood the fighting method of the Heartless Ones. Their sufficient amount of ether was the battery, and the immortal armor they wore was the killing machine waiting to be activated.

For most people, the Lost Heart is undoubtedly an extremely troublesome existence, but in the eyes of Boluogo today, this kind of seemingly troublesome enemy is simply full of flaws.

The palm of his hand completely fit into Nansen's breastplate, and the violent ether penetrated into his immortal armor without any hindrance.

In the final analysis, the Immortal Armor is just a slightly complex alchemical weapon, and this type of alchemical weapon is not protected by the Moment Soul Criticality.

Boluogo closed his eyes. In the darkness, he saw the complex alchemical matrix arranged in the immortal armor, which was as complex as a circuit diagram. The ether submerged the alchemical matrix like a sea tide, and then under Boluogo's will, cut off, broken.

The glimmer of light on Nansen's armor seemed to have malfunctioned, flickering on and off quickly. At this time, Boluogo had also opened his eyes, and bites from top to bottom penetrated Nansen's head, bones, and armor.

Split into two, it was as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter. The smelly blood and dirty minced meat filled the air, and there was a constant moist slapping sound, as if a blood-soaked rag was being hit on the ground.

I haven't fully recovered from my illness this time, and I'm on the verge of death. The update will be late, sorry.