Endless Debt

Under the lightless night, the dark tide pushed a steady stream of bloodthirsty people to the coast. They did not need any rest. The moment they touched the earth, driven by the alchemical devices on their bodies, they burst out with unimaginable power, working tirelessly. The ground rushed towards the Morrowind Stronghold.

At the same time as they were being attacked, the Clerks family's Sublimators also mobilized. Although they were at a disadvantage at first, they were still trying to resist. The roaring bombardment and rising ether repeatedly washed away the coast, piling up piles of Lots of corpses.

Gradually, they discovered that not all bloodthirsties would self-destruct. Most bloodthirsties were only extremely aggressive, and those with powerful explosions were mixed in among them.

Under this crazy offensive, the Night Tribe took advantage and continued to pour into Morrowind Stronghold along the gaps dug by the Wind Erosion Bird, extending the melee to the interior of the castle complex.

Countless bloodthirsty people came one after another, and the scarlet figure used them as a cover to sneak into the castle silently. Unlike these cannon fodder, she had a more important mission.

Zephyrin jumped up to the window lightly. The place was not yet covered by the flames of war, and the surrounding ether reaction was very sparse. It was a suitable location for sneaking in.

She walked vigilantly through the corridor, her ruby-like eyes scanning every door, sensing the breath of living people and the fluctuations of ether.

Unlike the humble Bloodthirsty, Zephyrin's blood purity can be regarded as a high-level Night Clan. In this battle, she can be regarded as one of the Night Clan's commanders.

His eyes glowed with bright red light, and an alchemical matrix emerged on his pale skin.

As Zephyrin moves forward, a vague mist is spreading from her body. She is like the advancing butterfly, exuding bursts of sweet and fragrant butterfly powder with every flap of its wings.

The intoxicating aura spread and covered the entire area in the blink of an eye. Even the door could not stop its penetration. Some areas were protected by the virtual realm, and there was a surge of ether inside.

The light red mist still surged away as if nothing could be seen. The violent reaction between it and the ether of the virtual realm flashed arcs and sparks out of thin air, but soon the mist was like strong acid, gradually eroding the defense of the virtual realm and destroying it. collapse.

Some of the guards staying here noticed this strange mist, but before they could discover Zephyrin's location, the mist they inhaled was like a powerful hallucinogen, completely incapacitating the guards without any direct conflict. change.

When Zephyrin arrived, the mist that spread first had already solved all the defensive measures for her. She seemed to be holding a master key and could move freely within the Morrowind Fortress.

It’s just that this damn Morrowind Fortress is too big. Zephyrin stopped and took out a yellowed map from his pocket, with the design of Morrowind Fortress on it. Judging from the markings in the corner, this map The blueprint is from the Dawn War a hundred years ago.

After a hundred years of changes, the Clerks family has expanded and built the Fortress of Morrowind many times. The Fortress of Morrowind has long been beyond recognition, and this damn map has no effect at all.

"Damn it! Can't there be some reliable assistance?"

Zephyrin cursed under her breath. She wanted to tear up the map, but considering the importance of this mission, she put the map away.

What happens next is up to you.

Zephyrin told herself that the map was unreliable now, and she needed some survivors, preferably people with important positions in the Clerk family, and only they knew the secrets of this castle complex.

The arc of ether flashed through his red eyes, and Zephyrin began to adjust the mist emitted by himself, changing its nature from fainting and hallucinogenic to paralysis.

Zephyrin then began to recall the list in her mind related to the Klex family. As the head of the family, Vonn was obviously not someone she could deal with. She began to gradually search for suitable targets along the list, and moved quickly within the building, heading towards the suspected Advance to the location of the mission target location.

When reaching a certain section of the corridor, Zephyrin suddenly stopped. Her mist was not only her means of attack, but also her expanded limbs, allowing her to observe the movements of enemies within the mist.

With the ether intensity she is currently outputting, ordinary people will lose their ability to resist in an instant, and the first-stage sublimation master will be completely powerless after a brief struggle.

But now in Zephyrin's perception, she noticed that a target unit was being eroded by the mist, but Zephyrin's mist had not penetrated it, and the opponent also remained in place without any resistance or movement.

This strange reaction made Zephyrin confused about his status. You must know that the opponent's resistance to the mist is at least that of a second-stage believer.

Out of vigilance, Zephyrin was not careless. Her hands were covered with strong gauntlets. She stretched out towards her back and grabbed a folded weapon. With the twist of the metal joint, the weapon unfolded and turned into a deadly weapon. Sickle, with a chain saw attached to the sickle.

Being hit by it was no different from being hit by a chainsaw. Zephyrin grasped the weapon tightly, and the target was right below her. She did not break through rashly, but jumped out of the window and advanced quietly.

…

Palmer is in terrible shape right now, terrible.

He lay on the bed, his consciousness constantly wandering between waking and sleeping. He vaguely felt that his body was very tired, but in comparison, his spirit was even worse.

Tired of these days?

Vaguely, such a year came to Palmer's mind, but he also remembered that he seemed to have done nothing these past few days, how could he be tired?

Tired?

This is possible. After seeing Vosilin, his mood went up and down, and he gradually understood the thoughts buried deep in his heart. All of this made Palmer not sure how to face himself, let alone how to face him. To Vosilin.

Palmer felt this was his problem.

He had been aware of this problem very early, but he didn't know how to solve it, so he chose to escape. This was a curse that had continued since his childhood.

parting.

Palmer is a person who is not good at parting, but the world is always full of parting. When you have something, you are destined to lose it.

Just like Vosilin.

Palmer has Woxilin, but as the years go by, Woxilin will one day leave and become dust.

Everyone has something they are not good at. When he thought of such a destined death, Palmer panicked.

Gradually, Palmer felt that these problems could be solved by escaping and trying his best to avoid close relationships.

If you don't get it, you don't lose it, so he can feel much calmer, but he can't completely contain his feelings for Woxilin. Every time he deliberately distances himself, his emotions will become more intense.

Wandering between close contact and alienation and escape, exhausting myself.

"This is too bad."

Palmer talked in his sleep. He was very sleepy and wanted to continue sleeping, but a clear strange feeling gradually came over his body, forcing Palmer to wake up.

He turned over and saw the figure standing beside the bed. For ordinary people, this scene was quite scary, but Palmer was used to it.

In the past days, Vosilin often sneaked into his house like this, frightened Palmer, gave him a fierce hug, and asked him why he ignored her.

"Wasilin?"

Palmer rubbed his eyes, and his sluggish consciousness gradually recovered. He stretched out his hand to touch the figure standing beside the bed, but the moment he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that he could not feel the existence of his arm.

Not only his arms, but all the muscles in his body were paralyzed. He did not listen to orders, the alchemical matrix was dull and numb, and the ether no longer responded to Palmer's call.

The filled ether enveloped Palmer, and the poisonous mist spread wantonly, completely wrapping Palmer's body and sealing his mouth and nose.

With every breath, the powerful poison eats away at Palmer's body bit by bit. Red rashes emerge from his skin. The poison corrodes his alchemy matrix, creating a gap in the critical point of the moment soul, knocking Palmer out of his body. The body is completely dominated, and the poison is rampant in the body.

Palmer raised his head belatedly. He realized that he seemed to have slept too hard. The roaring explosions were clearly heard in his ears, and the Morrowind Stronghold was shaking.

While he slept, Morrowind Bastion was drawn into the flames of war.

A pair of scarlet eyes glowed in front of his eyes. Zephyrin slowly raised the chain saw and scythe, while Palmer screamed in horror.

"save!"

Before poor Palmer could shout the word "help," Zephyrin slapped Palmer in the face, kicked him off the bed, and rolled him several times on the floor.

Palmer fell to the ground dazed, and then the tenacity of the field staff was clearly demonstrated by him.

Now that Palmer had been completely captured by Zephyrin's poison, he lifted up his remaining strength and wriggled on the floor like a caterpillar.

But before he could move a few times, the chain saw and scythe was thrust fiercely in front of Palmer. In the darkness, the shiny metal mirror reflected Palmer's terrible face.

Zephyrin turned Palmer over, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up with one hand. Like a shy girl, Palmer tried hard to avoid Zephyrin's eyes, but after a few crisp slaps, Palmer was no longer shy. Palmer also succumbed to violence.

Burlogo is right. In communication, violence is often the simplest and most efficient method.

"Huh? I caught a big fish."

Zephyrin looked at Palmer's mournful face and matched his identity from the list in his mind.

"Palmer Clarks!"

Zephyrin was about to laugh out loud, while Palmer turned his head away, looking as if he was about to cry, and kept mumbling.

"No...I'm not. My name is Bologg, Bologg Klex."