Endless Debt

The reason why the Night Clan is powerful is not only because of their undead characteristics, but more importantly, because of their large numbers. After years of self-research, the Night Clan has developed a complete set of blood-focused alchemy.

It is said that they can extract fragments of memories from blood and trace the source of blood.

Olivia obtained Palmer's blood, and she took note of Palmer's breath, which was a threat in itself, telling herself that she was being targeted by a Night Clan.

Palmer doesn't trust his luck, but he trusts his partner. The two always act together. When Olivia really seeks revenge, he believes that Boluogo, who is also an immortal, can handle it perfectly. all of these.

Thank you so much, Bologo!

You are truly my best partner!

Palmer chanted thanks to his partner in his heart. As for guilt, there was no guilt in Palmer's dictionary.

A huge hole collapsed above the head. On the section of the rock, one could see dense blood holes dripping with blood, and the section of flesh and blood was still squirming, growing new branches and buds towards the two living bodies below. Reach out.

"See you next time, Bologo... I hope you survive."

Olivia half-threatened and half-joked, and while she was angry, she actually had some hope that the two freaks she met today would survive.

There are many people in this world, but there are very few people like them. If possible, Olivia would like to put them into specimens in her collection.

She is not a devil and cannot obtain these weird souls, but at least she can seal their bodies.

The figure began to blur, and then completely collapsed into a dissipating smoke.

Palmer did not let down his guard and looked warily at the place where Olivia disappeared. After a few minutes and nothing happened, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell against the wall.

His mind relaxed, and then intense pain shot through his body.

He and Olivia were both within the impact of the explosion, so the immortal Night Clan was naturally fine, but the flesh-and-blood Palmer was seriously injured.

There were bloodstains under his clothes, and belatedly there were scratches that Olivia had left on him. The wounds were not deep, but the ether was like a poisonous snake, drilling down along the wounds and biting at his nerves.

Fortunately, he passed the salt and sulfur test and was not that fragile, otherwise Palmer would have passed out long ago.

Looking at the crawling flesh and blood around him, Palmer understood that this was not a good place to fall into a coma. He might wake up with only half of his body left.

Taking out the folding knife from his waist, Palmer struggled to stand up with the folding knife, and raised the revolver named Guan Lei with his other hand.

The extended flesh and blood is shaping, with pale, spine-like bones as the main body, densely packed finger bones growing along its periphery, and then covered with a layer of sticky flesh and blood, like a giant scarlet worm.

There were more and more such worms, and Palmer fired back. After each gunshot, a worm exploded into a mist of blood, but soon they would grow again and be as difficult to kill as weeds.

"Hurry up!"

Palmer yelled irritably as the fire continued.

It was unclear what he was calling, but just when Palmer was surrounded by giant snake-like worms and was about to be completely devoured, the sea of ​​fog behind the gate began to violently stir.

Palmer knew what was coming. In severe pain and confusion, he struggled to raise his spirits and summoned the howling wind.

Throwing all the flying knives on his body, they surrounded Palmer, forming a storm of sharp blades, killing the approaching worms one by one.

In an instant, a scarlet blood mist enveloped Palmer. The blood soaked into his clothes and spread evenly over his body. He almost turned into a bloody man.

Broken meat and bone fragments flew everywhere, and a large number of worms died, but new ones soon came. They came one after another, and the flying knives they threw began to break and turned into pieces of iron.

The wind gradually died down, and Palmer leaned aside, looking at the hungry worms.

A second before death, a huge silence came over him.

Palmer felt suffocated for a moment, like a fish leaving the sea, but the worms' reaction was stronger than him. As if they were poisoned, the worms twitched violently, and the broken flesh and blood did not move. Continue to resurrect, but continue to drip blood.

The sound of heavy breathing came from the sea of ​​fog. It was a monotonous sound at first, and then the breathing became denser and joined the silent concerto.

Palmer saw the gray ghosts coming from the sea of ​​fog.

Their attire is a bit weird. It looks like modern military uniforms, but in important parts such as the chest, the cloth and armor are bonded together.

Everyone wore a gray helmet, which was connected to the faceless mask, like a doll, and deep breathing sounds came from the breathing valve under the mask, one after another.

Someone was carrying a heavy shield and a warhammer in the other hand. Someone was holding a machine gun in his hand. The ammunition chain extended to the ammunition bag behind him. There were two guys carrying flamethrowers, and little flames flickered. .

A modern and retro team. The leader of them is a man in simple clothing. He does not have as complicated equipment as others. He only wears a saber on his waist, like a commander on the battlefield.

Without any words, the commander drew his saber, and the suffocation feeling became stronger for a moment. Palmer knew exactly what was happening.

Ether is forbidden.

Under the command of the commander, all the ethers are fleeing this area at a high speed. Wherever they march, every inch of land will be in a state of ether vacuum.

The rest of the team members also moved, and the flamethrowers were activated. The hot fire burned the growing flesh and blood, and the acrid smoke made Palmer cough repeatedly.

The growth of rotten roots requires the support of the ether. In the vacuum of the ether, they are just a weird mass of flesh and blood at best.

Hoarse screams resounded from the flesh and blood, and the screams were burned into pitch-black charred shells.

The shield-wielding team members swung their war hammers, smashing the scorched shells into pieces and trampling them into pieces. The team members moved across each other to clear a path through the crazy growth of flesh and blood.

Nothing seemed to be able to stop them. The team advanced in an orderly manner, as silent as a group of gray gods of death.

"The roots of corruption have spread, and they have taken root in the uppermost Colosseum."

Seeing the commander approaching, Palmer reported quickly.

"It is certain that the Immortal Heart has appeared, and the Orangutan Sect is here for this reason," Palmer said without any nonsense, "The tyrant responded to this. He gave everyone shelter and used utopian ideas to The fruit is the promise.”

The commander nodded and turned to look at the team member holding the crossbow. He paused for a few seconds and said, "I can indeed feel the blessing of another force. When we were enemies of the Orangutan Sect, , the power of the tyrant also protects us."

"Do you want to change the target?" the shield-wielding team member asked.

He is the tallest in the team, and accordingly, his armor is also the thickest, almost like a steel rhinoceros.

"Sido?"

Palmer asked tentatively after being serious for a few minutes.

Unfortunately, the other party ignored him. Everyone in the riot control team was hidden behind a mask.

"No, follow the original plan and seal this place." The commander ordered.

"Blockade? The higher ups are already going crazy for these two ghosts!" Seeing his unhurried look, Palmer shouted loudly.

"This is not important," the commander shook his head and ordered to the team members, "Continue to blockade and suppress every Sublime Sublime we see. We must not let anyone leave."

Palmer was stunned. He didn't understand the man's words. He struggled to get up and yelled.

"Yas! What are you doing!"

The mission of this trip is to seize the Immortal Heart. After finally blasting the passage, these people should attack the Colosseum aggressively, cut down the Orangutan Sect, and finish the work with the Immortal Heart.

But now the situation has changed, and Palmer simply cannot understand the current situation.

The mask popped open and Yas's face was revealed. He looked at Palmer expressionlessly and said softly.

"Palmer, I am giving you this order as the leader of Group Six, Riot Control Operations Group."

Palmer was stunned, and his next words plunged his thoughts into complete confusion and fear.

"You have been incorporated into the operation against the King's Shield Guards. You will be in my charge until you meet up with your team leader."

The mask closed, and a muffled voice sounded from under the breathing valve.

"go ahead."

Yas stopped talking nonsense and led the team forward. Another team member came up. He injected medicine into Palmer and simply treated the wound.

Cido passed by and picked up Palmer with one hand, carrying him on his body like a sack. The group of people moved towards the Colosseum with murderous intent.

King's Shield Guard was an unfamiliar word to Palmer, but from Yas's words, he could understand that he would join his team leader.

His own team leader, Lebius Lovisa.

Palmer smiled nervously. This mission was indeed a joint operation between the Sixth Group and the Special Operations Group. Not only he and Boluogo were included in the mission, but also Jeffrey and Lebius.

Hmm... There is indeed no problem, but I never thought that these two people would be included in the scope of the mission personnel.

Unlike the expected chaos in the venue and the cooperation with the sixth group to snatch the Immortal Heart, the Order Bureau's target was someone else. The other party was so important that Lebius also appeared on the scene, and it was only at this time that he realized the truth of the mission.

What a pleasant surprise.

"Thankfully you run fast."

Palmer murmured to himself, thinking of Olivia who had just disappeared.

Olivia was right, this was a trap, a trap for everyone.