Endless Debt

Many times Bologg felt that his hunting style should be cold and depressing, but since Palmer joined him, his style has become less normal.

This guy seems to be very keen on playing a gangster. His lines and actions are so standard that Bologna even wonders if Palmer has studied somewhere.

But it didn't matter anymore. The battle broke out in an instant. The firepower of short-handled shotguns suppressed the cultists. The projectiles slammed into the walls, the ground, and the flesh, penetrating and crushing everything in their path.

Soon Bologo was empty of bullets, but he also bought time to suppress the fire. While firing, he quickly approached the cultist, and then swung the heavy hammer.

The horn hammer hit the chest of a cultist, and a dim light flashed across the hammer. The next moment, the entire chest collapsed completely, the bones were broken, and even the flesh and blood were smashed into pulp.

The corpse collapsed helplessly, but more cultists came over to kill him. They brandished ceremonial daggers, their eyes were blood-red, and they vowed to kill Boluogo, the person who disrupted the ceremony.

Boluogo immediately threw out the short-handled shotgun in his hand, hitting the first cultist like a brick, slowing down his movements.

At this moment of hesitation, Boluogo swung the horn vibrator in his hand vigorously, hitting his chin from bottom to top. It was like a fierce uppercut. In an instant, his head exploded into a ball of blood mist, densely packed with blood. Blood splattered all over the wall.

This was not the end yet. Bologg stepped forward and kicked the headless corpse in the abdomen. The corpse leaned back and blocked the path of other cultists. Then Bologg threw out his folding knife and penetrated the headless body with one knife. The heart of a corpse.

Holding the folding knife tightly, Boluogo ran with the body on his head. The folding knife then penetrated the cultist behind the body. He wailed and waved the ceremonial short knife randomly, but there was still a body between him and Boluogo. The corpse, wielding a medium and short knife, was difficult to reach Boluogo, until Boluogo pressed him against the wall.

Boluogo held the folding knife in one hand and made a fist with the other hand. He hammered the handle of the knife, like hammering a nail, and drove the folding knife into the wall bit by bit. The cultist was also completely nailed to the wall.

Sporadic gunshots rang out, and Palmer opened fire rhythmically, and then the heads of the cultists who were close to Bologo were blown off one by one.

Unlike Bologg, Palmer is a good marksman and can accurately kill a cultist with every shot.

While firing, Palmer did not forget to cheer. The revolver "Thunder" in his hand was a new toy he got from Bailey. He had always wanted to find some unlucky people to try the gun. Judging from his appearance, He is very satisfied with this new gun.

The two men's surprise attack briefly suppressed the cultists, but soon these bloodthirsty lunatics reacted. More cultists heard the gunshots and rushed out from the small doors on both sides, holding weapons in their hands. It is no longer a ceremonial dagger, but a series of cold firearms.

Pull the trigger, and a dense rain of bullets rains down.

There were no bunkers around for the two of them to hide, but in the next second, Boluogo hammered the ground with one hand, and an earth wall rose from the ground, blocking all the projectiles.

"Something's not right, I'm having a little trouble with the call-up on the ground."

Boluogo said that there seemed to be another force residing in the ground, which hindered the invasion of Boluogo's ether.

"Normal, a ceremony is being held here, and every inch of the land is permeated with evil power."

Palmer knew more about this evil ritual than Burlogo. It was during such an evil ritual that he made a deal with the devil and became a debtor.

Palmer even thought that if he allowed these cultists to complete the ritual, he might meet someone he knew, such as the devil he made a deal with.

Hearing what Palmer said, Bologo immediately understood what he meant.

The Void Realm is a closed alchemy field, and all the condensers in the field are restricted by its rules, but the most common one is the suppression of power.

This church is a virtual realm forged by cultists with blood. Every brick and stone is soaked in blood, just like the phenomenon of mutual exclusion of ether. If Bologo wants to recruit these substances, he must first expel the power that penetrates them. .

"Do you think the other party has a condenser?"

Boluogo asked Palmer. As he spoke, he picked up another short-handled shotgun, took out the ordinary bullets, and replaced them with bullets engraved with the alchemical matrix.

"Who knows? Anyway, you are an expert."

The conversation between the two was extremely leisurely, as if the intensive gunfire behind the wall was not aimed at the two of them, but what they did not notice was that Ben was lying numbly on the ground, letting the bursting gunfire hit his own body. eardrum.

Maybe God was really looking after him. In the crazy shooting, no bullet hit him. At most, some hot bullet casings hit his face. He also tried hard to endure the pain and tried not to cry out.

"Is that still the same thing?"

"Just come here!"

Palmer nodded excitedly and spoke slang with Boluogo that no one else could understand.

Being able to create such an evil virtual realm is not something that ordinary demons can do. Judging from Boluogo's judgment, the opponent must have condensers, but the number is not yet clear.

Boluogo jumped out from behind the crumbling earth wall, ignoring the oncoming bullets. He pulled the trigger, and hot stream of fire burst out from the muzzle of the short-handled shotgun.

Like a giant dragon breathing in dragon's breath, the high temperature passed over Ben's head and fell on the other end, exploding into a dazzling sea of ​​fire.

This dragon's breath bomb is an alchemical warhead. The effect is as seen now. It can create a large sea of ​​​​fire to divide the battlefield. Many cultists are wailing in the sea of ​​​​fire, with wildfire covering their bodies and dying in painful struggles. .

The sea of ​​​​fire continued to spread and was about to touch Ben. At this moment, he suddenly realized that these two guys were indeed here to fight against evil, but they didn't care about their lives that much. Maybe neither of them cared about it. Notice that you are still alive.

Ben didn't notice that he no longer prayed for anything, but struggled hard, moved his right hand little by little, gritted his teeth and pulled out the short knife that pierced his palm from the ground.

Wails came from his throat. Ben bit the handle of the knife with his teeth and pulled it out of his hand little by little. Then he moved his free right hand to his left hand and pulled out the dagger that had penetrated him.

He raised his head slightly and looked around. He could see Boluogo's figure walking through the sea of ​​​​fire, with heavy crashing sounds. He was like a bull, smashing a cultist into pieces every time he advanced.

Ben realized that this was a good opportunity to escape from this hell, but before he could get up, the cold gun muzzle was pressed against his head.

A gangster with a black hood on his head crouched next to him. Ben remembered him as one of the two people who broke in through the window.

"Damn! Is there a civilian here?"

Palmer briefly looked at Bane, and from the poor state of the unfortunate guy, he easily judged the role Bane played here.

He was the living sacrifice that was almost sacrificed.

For a moment, Palmer's mood was a little subtle. Once upon a time, he was an unlucky guy who was almost sacrificed. Seeing Ben's miserable appearance, he couldn't help but feel like a brother.

"I'm the priest here and they killed everyone."

Ben said to Palmer in a panic. Compared with those cultists, the guy dressed as a gangster in front of him looked particularly sacred.

"who are they?"

Palmer pointed to the struggling figures in the sea of ​​​​fire, and Boluogo was fighting to the death with them.

"I don't know, they just broke in suddenly and said they wanted to sacrifice their flesh and blood to their gods." Ben said and shed tears. He witnessed the tragic death of other people with his own eyes.

"Huh? This is troublesome. We need to leave a few alive."

Palmer held his chin, looking troubled. While talking, burning corpses were thrown out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

The roars continued, like a haunted stage play, with Palmer and Bane as the audience, chatting leisurely off the stage, while on the stage Bologo laboriously cracked the heads of each cultist.

The messy gunshots gradually dispersed, and Palmer suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands, and dragged Ben up.

"You should be familiar with this place, right? Find a place to hide yourself and stay out of the way."

Palmer helped Ben up and motioned for him to stay away. Ben nodded knowingly. His body was in great pain, but he still moved with exhaustion.

The two professionals knocked the cultists' hackers to their backs. The surrounding walls also became crumbling under Boluogo's swing. The cracks tore apart the blood outlined on them, and the evil virtual realm collapsed together.

Seeing that the summoning ritual failed, these cultists became more and more angry. Everyone exuded bursts of corruption. Bologo concluded that these people were demons.

Unlike the arrogant Palmer, after taking control of this area, Boluogo has been wary of these incoming cultists. No one knows where the Sublime Ones will be hiding.

"Palmer, they are more than that." Burlogo said suddenly.

"Then...expert, what do you mean?"

He said this, but Palmer already roughly understood what Boluogo meant. He raised his hand and pressed the thin iron piece attached to his ear.

Whistle activated, connection established

"I'll give chase, you control this place."

Boluogo's voice rang directly from his mind, and then he smashed the door with a hammer and broke through.