Endless Debt

"Ahhh!"

Seeing the surging dark nothingness, Palmer screamed out of control as if his toe had hit the corner of the cabinet.

With the powerful Trick blocking the way in front, and the darkness and nothingness surrounding him behind, Palmer began to miss the Butcher's Pit. Although the situation there was not much better than this, at least there was a way for him to escape.

"Damn it! What the hell is Serei doing! Where is the restraint you promised? He's not already dead, right?"

After panicking, Palmer scolded Sere. He was quite handsome, but he only lasted for such a while? Is he really the Night Clan Lord?

Complaints were complaints, but Palmer still did not forget what he had to do. Seeing him turn and exert his strength, the ether and strong wind suddenly rose, and the muscles in his whole body tensed, and he threw Weier into the core of the battlefield surrounded by thunder.

After a cat meowed, Weier streaked across the battlefield like a black meteor.

It was also at the same moment that Weier and Palmer separated, and the ghost state that was enough to be immune to the interference of reality was also stripped from Palmer's body.

Maintaining the throwing motion, Palmer rotated towards the dark void in an extremely coherent turn, while at the same time summoning the roaring wind to pour out towards the darkness behind him.

The ether has reached its peak, and this hurricane is enough to overturn the enemy and the vehicle, but for this dark void that can annihilate all existence, the strong wind is so weak and has no effect.

Palmer couldn't stop it at all, and then looked at Xinda. Xinda didn't have any good ideas. Not to mention that she was just a power bearer. Xinda herself was not good at this kind of frontal battlefield.

Her function is tracking and hunting, and she was sent in solely to help them track the Night Clan.

However, the plan failed to keep up with the changes. What was originally supposed to be a tracking and infiltration operation has now turned into a terrifying battlefield showdown. Xinda can do nothing but continue to pull the trigger.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, but they had already exchanged a lot of information from each other's eyes. They had to buy time for Boluo Ge. If the dark void came closer, between Trick and the dark void. Under the attack, Boluogo's defeat was inevitable.

Once Borogo is defeated, Palmer and others will have no hope of survival, let alone the ritual of destroying the Dark Iron Curtain.

"Phew...I really hate moments like this."

Palmer murmured to himself, wiped the sweat from his palms, and took out the lucky dice from his pocket.

Aether was injected into the dice, and the numbers on each side shimmered. Palmer did not look at the points of the dice, nor did he care whether his gift was effective. Sometimes knowing too much was a kind of pressure.

Since the nature of darkness and nothingness is the existence of annihilation, then as long as there are enough things to annihilate it, can it stop its progress to a certain extent?

Palmer yelled at the dark void like a lunatic, and swung the rapier with all his strength, piercing the dark void in vain. After Xinda had emptied all the alchemy bullets, she drew out the hunting knife inserted in her thigh, and pierced the dark void in vain. Step forward.

While the two were trying to stop the Dark Void, the battle between Borogo and Trik continued. In the flickering electric field, the current created by the ether bombarded everything within the range indiscriminately.

Olivia kept sneaking between the shadows. Judging from previous attempts, the electric field could not only protect Trick, but could also be used as a weapon to launch a ferocious attack on all intruders.

As soon as Olivia appeared, thousands of thunders would swarm over like a swarm of snakes, not giving Olivia any chance to take action.

Boluogo did not evade. The continuous attack of the electric field really made him miserable. His muscles were still spasmed by the electric current, making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.

Originally, Boluogo wanted to deal with Trik, but he also noticed the surging darkness and nothingness. This power was so terrifying that even the pervasive flesh-and-blood plague was easily swallowed up.

Reality completely collapsed, and even the Origin Tower fell into the ethereal realm. Boluogo knew that he could not delay it any longer and had to fight quickly.

Step forward and break through the grid woven by Trick. High-intensity ether is surging in the electric field. The field of Trick's secret energy is not large, and the range is roughly equivalent to the size of the electric field. Within this absolute field, With his thunder and halberd, he was able to defeat many powerful enemies.

Burlogo is an exception.

Amidst the continuous thunder and the surging sound of electricity, the sound of the roaring engine suddenly rose. It was so harsh, as if sharp steel were rubbing against each other, bursting out dazzling sparks.

The source of crime is armed with a saw and axe.

The leather straps on the ax handle completely came to life. They penetrated into Boluogo's flesh like poisonous snakes, crawled along the bones, until they spread to his chest, wrapping the beating heart heavily, and the saw-toothed axe. The blades are connected together, forming some kind of deformed symbiotic relationship.

Boluogo's heartbeat became louder and heavier, and the frequency also accelerated until it was at the same frequency as the engine-like roar of the ax blade. It was also at this moment that the violent and bloodthirsty power surged out from every part of his body.

There seemed to be a burning fire in Boluogo's body, and the blood evaporated into scarlet vile energy, erupting from every pore. The wounds no longer overflowed with blood, but twisted and intertwined saw teeth and sharp metal thorns. Breaking the surface, transforming Bologo into an absolute weapon incarnation.

Blessings and dedication to fighting!

Boluogo roared and swung his sword and axe. This time, even if the thunder struck repeatedly, it would be difficult to spasm his muscles and even damage his nerves.

For the first time, Trik took a step back. As he distanced himself, he waved the halberd calmly. The thunder entangled the blade of the halberd again, and after being superimposed, it turned into a shining white light.

This will be the fatal blow of the Glorious One, the halberd that breeds thousands of thunders.

Trick roared and thrust forward. Under the power of the extreme realm, the halberd twisted into a dazzling light band due to the high-speed piercing. Bologo also collided with Trick with all the sharp blades in his body.

The halberd stabbed Bologo's throat, and the jagged blades crisscrossed over each other, cutting into the gaps in the immortal armor.

Fight tit for tat and never give in.

At the extreme limit, Trick's halberd suddenly let go and extended forward again. Under this condition, no matter what Bolog's offensive was, Trick's attack would definitely hit Bolog first and pierce him. His throat pulled his entire head down.

Won.

Trick thought to himself that Boluogo was indeed a difficult opponent, but that was all. When Boluogo dedicated his mind to the protection of the Sin of Rage, weaponizing himself and ignoring the influence of thunder, Boluogo Luo Ge's heart will also be affected by rage, and he will lose his ability to judge.

He shouldn't have been so aggressive.

Trick despised Bologo, just like the original sin carried by the Night Clan, with an arrogant attitude and no repentance until his death.

The halberd blade penetrated the intertwined sharp blades with thunder, and the sharp spear point pierced Boluogo's throat, but after breaking the skin, what the spear tip touched was not flesh and blood, but the saw blade protruding from the wound.

Unfortunately, this is not enough to stop the progress of the halberd. Whether it is metal or etheric, they will fall apart under the mighty power of the Glorious One.

A smile overflowed on Trick's face. He could almost foresee that Boluogo's body would be torn apart by himself, and then he would be completely powerless under his repeated lightning strikes.

Everything was so perfect, until the halberd blade was halfway into Boluogo's throat, Boluogo's figure suddenly became illusory, and the touch of metal impact from the handle disappeared, as if what he hit was just a bubble. .

But this bubble did not dissipate. Instead, it easily crossed the obstacles of the electric field and the halberd, and approached Trick's eyes.

"Kill!"

The long and thin voice was suddenly inserted into the battlefield, and then Weier crawled out from the top of Boluogo's head. It tightened Boluogo's hair, just like the driver, covering Boluogo with its own secret energy, causing He enters the ghost state with himself.

Bologg rushed into Trick's inner circle, and the two of them stayed close to each other. The narrow distance restricted Trick's swing of the halberd, while Bologg had enough space to cause all the serrated blades to explode, swamping the front of him. The enemy was pierced and torn to pieces.

Weier shouted loudly, "Do it!"

Bologo instantly broke away from the ghost state, and the ethereal serrated blade took on a physical form, slashing violently at the immortal armor, making a continuous metallic sound like a violent storm, and dazzling sparks flickering like the night sky. meteors, short and bright.

Trick was suppressed by this wave-like offensive for a moment. Even though the electric field struck a massive amount of thunder, he still could not stop Boluogo, who was in a state of self-sacrifice.

The halberd swept across, breaking off the serrated blades one by one, but in the end it was as if it was stuck in the bushes, and the halberd was bitten tightly by the staggered broken blades.

Boluoge waved the Gnaw with one hand, and the fatal sword light fell down, slashing fiercely on the hilt. After an ethereal trembling sound, the Gnaw was shaken away, and a shallow cut was cut out of the halberd's handle. Shallow dents.

Seeing this, Trick laughed and said, "Do you think this is some kind of mortal weapon?"

Since a hundred years ago, this halberd has accompanied Trik in his battles. After repeated amplification and recasting, it has strong stability and can guide the surge of thunder, becoming Trik's right to command thunderstorms. stick.

Boluogo didn't respond, but glanced at Trick with contempt, and then a twisted crack opened between the two of them, cutting across the halberd.

The physical slash cannot affect the halberd, so let the space tear it apart completely.

Trick was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Bologg to have such a move. Then Bologg moved forward again, passed through the crack in the winding path, and disappeared in front of his eyes.

Ling Lie's murderous intention broke out after him.

Trick didn't hesitate at all, the alchemy matrix roared and turned, pouring all his strength into it.

Blessing and arrogance barrier instrument!

The lightning surged, almost completely engulfing Boluogo. The rumbling thunder roared repeatedly in the dilapidated pilgrimage courtyard, and a miniature thunderstorm was brewing and erupting here.

In just a few breaths, the destruction spread to the entire world. As soon as Palmer turned around, he saw the terrifying light group spreading towards him.

Cinda yelled, "Go!"

"Which way to go!"

Palmer was about to cry. The situation was the same as before, with thunderstorms in front and darkness and nothingness behind. He thought he could buy some time, but before he fell, something went wrong on Bologo's side.

As the commander of the guards, Trick had a very strong sense of combat. Realizing that the situation was not good, he decisively activated the protection and swept the entire place with an indiscriminate thunderstorm.

The air was torn apart, and the airflow rolled wildly, like a group of out-of-control wild horses, galloping and roaring. The lightning was no longer the graceful dancing silver snake, but streaks of crazy energy, shooting out in all directions.

"Go that way!"

Cinda raised her hand and shouted to Palmer.

Palmer looked up in the direction of her finger. Under the influence of the thunderstorm, the Pilgrimage Courtyard was crumbling, and large pieces of bricks fell. While penetrating the dome, it also crushed the ground, exposing the lower layer. structure.

hope.

While Palmer raised his hopes, he complained secretly. Boluogo and Weier were both immortals. Even if the place was detonated on the spot, they would not frown, but he and Xinda were only mortals.

Suddenly, before the two of them could take action, scarlet flesh-colored hyphae emerged from the gap like a group of frantic snakes, spreading in all directions.

The collapse of the Pilgrimage Court also caused the flesh-and-blood plague to spread from the surrounding area. This time, Palmer really wanted to cry.

The hyphae are like living red tentacles, twisting and curling crazily, forming crazy waveforms. While eroding the material, they also make bursts of terrible noises, like hungry beasts tearing apart. The roar of the bite of prey combines with the roar of the thunderstorm to form a terrifying symphony.

Mycelium dances wildly, darkness surges, thunderstorms are approaching, and oh, yes, now they are falling into the ether.

After reaching the limit of mental tension, Palmer felt an inexplicable sense of relief. He sat down on the broken stone pillar and let out a long sigh.

"What are you doing!"

Cinda asked, Palmer looked like he was waiting to die.

"What else can we do? Wait for the opportunity to change."

Palmer sighed again, "This fatal situation is no longer something you and I can reverse. It's better to hope for a miracle to happen."

"I don't believe in luck."

"Actually, I don't really believe it, but I can't help it. My gift is like this."

When he mentioned the gift, Palmer suddenly thought of something. He opened his palm and revealed the lucky dice.

Palmer's expression was dull for a moment, as if the ice melted, and an incredible ecstasy emerged. The emotional change was so great that it was heaven and earth, and the emotional mobilization was real, just like a skilled actor.

"What's wrong?"

Xinda wondered, since she joined this team, all kinds of strange things have happened endlessly. Xinda even doubted where the Bureau of Order came from to get so many weirdos.

"What else can happen..."

Palmer's voice trembled, and he stood up from the ruins with cheers, raising the dice in his hands high.

"Big success!"

The light of hope flickers on the dice.

In an instant, a blazing fire suddenly appeared in the thunderstorm and ignited suddenly!

Heavy fire burst out like a beast, scattering the thunder and engulfing the Pilgrim Court. Palmer screamed and pulled Hinda to hide behind the bunker. At the same time, Palmer summoned the strong wind and surrounded it into a wind shield. Hinda also released the ether with all her strength. , creating an etheric barrier.

The blazing flames licked every inch of the land, turning the wildly dancing mycelium into ashes in the firelight and drifting away in the wind. Even the darkness and nothingness had nowhere to hide in front of the raging fire. The towering wall of fire completely blocked it.

The flowing fire filled the Pilgrimage Courtyard, and then overflowed into the surrounding area along the broken gaps and gaps, and even passed through the corridor that Trick had been guarding, and marched toward the top of the Origin Tower.

The fire illuminated the entire tower, like a volcano about to erupt. The flames overflowed from the gaps in the tower until it completely broke through.

The light of the explosive flames illuminated the darkness, scattered into clusters of meteors, and sprinkled onto the earth. The Origin Tower itself fell into deep flames, twisting and collapsing under the scorching fire.

The air was filled with burning smoke and the pungent smell of burning. In the extremely high temperature, the armor on Trick's body was heated and turned red. His body surface was burned, and large blisters appeared.

Trick did not retreat. He looked towards the center of the flames, where Bologo was holding the source of fire high, like the blazing sun coming from the world.

A hoarse voice sounded from Boluogo's throat covered with wounds and blood, "Just as I expected."

Boluogo clenched the crystal core tightly, relying on the endless ether around him after falling into the ether realm.

The power of light burns completely.

The past few days have been a bit harsh on my code, and my wrists have been a little uncomfortable. I have recovered well and will continue to try to be a 4-digit boy.