Endless Debt

The Clerks family counterattacked very quickly, and the endless screams of the wind-eroded birds could be heard above their heads, as if they were being preyed upon by another more violent monster. Besides running away, their only option was to die.

The offensive of the black-armored soldiers also changed at this moment. They slowed down one after another. The ether gathered together to form an ether barrier, which withstood the hurricane's attack.

This hurricane carrying a high concentration of ether is full of destructive power. Bologo can detect the path of the hurricane from the aurora-like trajectory. All materials covered by the hurricane begin to weather rapidly, as if time has accelerated. Withered, broken.

Many scratches appeared on the solid armor. The marks began to increase and overlap, causing cracks and cracks to appear in the dark metal. As if invisible insects were gnawing at them, the cracks continued to expand until they turned into dust. The wind disperses...

The attacking Condensator noticed the existence of Bologo. He did not cover Bologg within the attack range, but the deadly hurricane still passed by Bologg, and the breeze blew over his cheek, bringing the needle. A tingling sensation.

Bologo realized that the Klex family had not always remained silent. They were just waiting for the right time to fight back, and the appearance of several people disrupted their pace.

So what is going on here?

Boluogo still didn't understand this. The majestic ether reaction came from the top of his head, not from the wind-eroded birds, but from higher up, from above the sky, at the end of the storm.

The roaring thunder struck down on the sea, like a huge raindrop hitting the water, causing ripples.

Relying on the dazzling lightning, Boluogo could vaguely see the intertwined silhouettes above the dark clouds. They called each other to the strong wind and fought like birds at high altitude.

Feint attack.

Boluogo realized this problem. The offensive of the black-armored soldiers was too aggressive and too deliberate. With the strength they displayed now, they simply could not conquer the Morrowind Stronghold.

They did not expect to conquer the Morrowind Stronghold. This was more like a feint attack, attracting the power of the Clex family to this cliff defense line.

The individual combat capabilities of the Sublime Soldiers are extremely strong. As the rank increases, this strength will become more and more obvious. Even if there are more black-armored soldiers, the pressure they bring will not be as much as the appearance of one defender.

And then...the keeper showed up.

The roaring thunder took away Boluogo's hearing in an instant, and the whole world fell silent, like a disaster movie. Someone pressed the mute button, and then Boluogo saw the surging thunder light that created the world, in the dark clouds. break out.

The frightening ether intensity struck Bologo's mind like a heavy hammer, exerting endless pressure. If ordinary people were here, they might faint directly.

Boluogo couldn't see the opponent's figure, but he could clearly perceive the opponent's existence. Unlike the third seat who relied on puppets to act, he was the real defender.

The defender who descends on the battlefield in full glory.

Fortunately, Boluogo didn't need to worry about how to deal with the defender. When Boluogo resisted the pressure and raised his head to look at the raging thunder above the clouds, the defender's ether intensity climbed to the top, and suddenly It declined, as if the power that had just burst out was just his life-saving blow.

The thunder gradually faded away.

The battle in the sky was like an interlude. After the terrifying power dissipated, people on the earth started fighting again.

A faint sound of shattering came from the chaotic noise. When Boluogo turned his attention from the sky back to his eyes, the burning tombstone had long been broken, and the broken limbs were pieced together again.

It was somewhat difficult for Boluogo to describe the bizarre scene. The flesh and blood struggled to escape from the solidified metal one by one. The fire was blazing, burning the flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound of grease burning.

The jagged bones were covered with a thin layer of flesh and damaged skin, the burns condensed into ferocious blood clots, and the viscous liquid dripped non-stop. It was completely different from the noble and elegant Night Clan in Boluogo's impression. He was like The monster walking forward from the nightmare stepped on the fire.

"You are not pureblood."

Boluogo judged the rank of his opponent's bloodline from his ferocious face.

In the Night Clan, not all Night Clan members will be given the surname Vilelis. Just like the family pedigree, only those who are directly descended from the Night King will have this noble surname and be regarded as Be an orthodox pure blood.

Judging from what Boluogo learned later, the high-level Night Clan has absolute control over the low-level Night Clan, and their immortal nature is much stronger.

Low-level Night Tribes will instantly evaporate into ashes when bathed in the sun, while Night Tribe lords like Sere can even walk in the sunlight for a short time despite the burning pain.

The resurrection speed of the Night Clan in front of me was too slow and ugly.

A longing whimper came from the bloody throat, and the scarlet eyes were no longer rational, but instead filled with thirst for blood.

Blood thirst is a disease that plagues every Night Clan, making them full of desire for blood. The lower the bloodline, the more obvious the symptoms, the crazier they are, and even like wild beasts.

Within the Night Clan, they have this view that the low-level Night Clan are not the real Night Clan, they are just beasts with immortal power, and these low-level Night Clan do not have the ability to generals. The ability to transform others into Night Clan, their "blood giving", will only create monsters with the same blood-thirsty deformity.

During the Dawn War, there were not many truly powerful, high-level Night Clan, but the number of low-level Night Clan under their command, as well as the blood-thirsty monsters transformed from the low-level Night Clan, were overwhelming. The coalition forces brought tremendous pressure.

Fortunately, sunlight can end everything.

A corner of the dark cloud collapsed, and dazzling light fell from the crack. With the defeat of the thunder cloud, Xiao Feng once again dominated the battlefield, like a long knife cutting across the sky, cutting off a corner of the sky.

Sensing the falling light, the Night Clan scattered on the battlefield retreated one after another. Even the crazy Night Clan in front of Boluogo paused for a few seconds. The fear of the sun easily overwhelmed the thirst for blood. , turned around and wanted to escape.

Boluogo would not let him go so easily. High walls rose from the ground, blocking the way of the Night Clan. They surrounded them one after another, and Boluogo occupied the only exit.

This is like a gladiatorial arena. Only by defeating Bologo can he leave alive.

The Night Clan understood what Boluogo meant. The cracks in the sky were constantly expanding. The light was projected on the ground, and against the shadow, a clear dividing line emerged.

That was his life and death line.

"The troublesome guy!"

The Night Tribe roared and attacked Bologo. He knew that Bologo's rank was higher than his own, but after all, he was a Night Tribe and an undead, which was his advantage.

And in the previous battle, the Night Clan also noticed Bologo's weakness. He always kept a distance from the enemy. Maybe he was not good at close combat. As long as he got close to him, he would have a chance to kill Bologo. .

The radiance of the secret energy is rising. As a first-stage condenser, his secret energy is not complicated. It is just the school of ascending the body, giving himself stronger strength and speed. Coupled with his immortal body, even if he is a believer, , he also has room for confrontation.

Boluoge was a little surprised. The Night Tribe was obviously suffering from wounds that had not yet healed, but his speed was even faster than before. Boluogo guessed that this might be due to his secret power.

The snake scale fluids staggered forward, but they were all quickly dodged by the Night Clan. This made Boluogo become a little more serious. In the eyes of the Night Clan, Boluogo's figure continued to enlarge. He opened his hand and moved toward Boluogo. Ge's throat delivered a fatal blow.

Won.

He was thinking this in his mind, but then he noticed something more in Boluogo's hand. It was a hammer made of snake scale liquid, with a rough and uneven surface. Boluogo held it tightly in his hand. in hand.

It's nothing.

He felt that his attack was about to be completed, and it would be too late for Boluogo to counterattack or block, but then the rising ether shattered his thoughts.

A green glow glowed in Bologg's hand, the muscles tightened and twisted together, and with ether amplification, Bologg swung the hammer at a speed far beyond his imagination.

Comparing the actions of the two, Night Clan's actions were like a slowed down movie, while Boluogo pressed the fast forward button.

He only heard the whistling wind beside his ears, and then a heavy blow hit his head. Before the claw strike hit Bologo, the Night Clan's head exploded into a spreading mass of blood.

Skulls, brain tissue, eyeballs... scarlet substances were thrown into the air, but they defied gravity and failed to fall. In the scattered flesh and blood, scarlet threads connected all the substances, waiting for the threads to stitch them together again.

No chance.

The inertia of Bologoyin's swing of the hammer still kept the hammering action, but another series of rapid footsteps approached at this time. Aimu accelerated and took off, hitting the chest of the night clan with a knee, and then He kicked his legs and staggered his broken body to the side.

The Night Clan staggered a few steps and fell to the sand. After a short delay, the broken head reassembled again. He didn't understand why Boluogo didn't pursue him. He stood up in embarrassment and prepared to escape from the battlefield, but in The moment he raised his head, he saw it.

It had been a long time since he had looked directly at this warm beauty. The warm sunshine fell and gently caressed his cheek. It reminded him of his mother's figure, but that was many years ago.

The warmth dispelled the madness, and when he regained his sense, he shed hot tears and blood.

In an instant, the eyeballs evaporated into sunken blood holes, the pale face burned into carbon black, the throat shriveled and collapsed, and even the screams of fear before death could not be uttered.

Ye Clan slowly knelt down, his figure curled up and shriveled up in the sun, burned into bones on the ground, leaving only the ashes of the fire floating.