Endless Debt

"Escaped?"

Boluogo looked down and could clearly see the blood stains remaining on the wall, which were slowly smeared away by the heavy rain.

Zephyrin's etheric reaction disappeared, and Boluogo didn't feel like he had killed the other party, but more like the other party didn't want to be entangled with him.

There were bloodthirsty whispers all around. The bloodthirsty people used their sharp claws to hang on the wall like geckos. Some were approaching Boluogo, while others were approaching the blood stains, licking the zebra. Felin's blood.

The blood of the high-level Night Tribe has an irresistible allure for the bloodthirsty people. Immediately afterwards, the movements of the bloodthirsty people stopped one after another, and then they turned their heads in unison and looked at Boluogo.

More than a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes stared at Boluogo, and Boluogo's face was reflected in the blood-colored mirror.

The battle is not over yet.

Green fireworks bloomed, covering the area around Boluogo. As a high-level night tribe, Zephyrin has the power to drive bloodthirsty people. Endless wails sounded, and the bloodthirsty people scratched the walls and rushed towards Boluogo. Pounced.

Boluogo narrowed his eyes. He did not have the sense of victory as a winner. Instead, he became more vigilant. If he wanted to capture the fortress of Morrowind, he could not do it by relying on these bloodthirsty people. There must be many high-level night tribes like Zephyrin. .

The enemy ranks are not only those who pray, but also those who hold power, and even those who defend the base.

Yes, the opponent is very powerful. Otherwise, if it were just these guys, once they encountered Vonn, they would be willing to die.

While Bologo was thinking about this, the roar of thunder and the roar of the wind came from the sky, and the suffocating ether reaction exploded, like two blazing suns colliding with each other.

The huge pressure caused the battlefield to fall into a brief silence. Boluogo lowered his body involuntarily to resist the suppressed ether fluctuations. The bloodthirsty people below also stopped their attacks one after another, curling up like panicked beasts. Got up the body.

Boluogo looked into the depths of the thundercloud. He could not identify the existence within it, but he was certain that the one fighting the enemy should be Vonn.

This is an ether intensity that far exceeds that of those with power, and a war breaks out among the defenders in the sky.

Boluogo adjusted his mood and changed his attitude. This was no longer a raid by the Night Clan, but a war in the true sense.

Extraordinary War.

After a short period of suppression, the thunder and the strong wind gradually faded away, and the two battled to the surface of the sea, rolling up layers of huge waves and lapping at the shore.

Bloodthirsty roars sounded, and the battlefield became agitated again, and the bloodthirsties rushed toward Boluogo.

Boluogo didn't pay too much attention to these bloodthirsty people. They posed no threat to him. The only thing he needed to be wary of was the self-destruction of the bloodthirsty people.

He could roughly sense that when the bloodthirsty self-destructed, there was another surge of ether. Boluogo didn't know whether this was caused by the alchemy device, or whether a certain Night Clan was secretly controlling all this.

A ruler like Lebius.

Boluogo stepped forward into the air, his body fell freely, and he held the constructed sharp sword with both hands. The moment they intertwined, blood sprayed all over the sky.

The figure of the bloodthirsty man paused for half a second, and then split into large pieces of minced meat. The blood mixed with the heavy rain and stained everything around him.

Boluogo struck first at the alchemy device of the Bloodthirsty, easily shattering it, but the expected explosion did not occur. It seemed that the explosion was not triggered by the alchemy device.

The steel cable extended from his waist, and the rivets shot into the wall above. Boluogo stepped on the wall with his feet, stabilizing himself in mid-air.

Turning around quickly, he continued to observe the scattered corpses, and then the warm blood sprinkled on Boluogo's face. A sticky feeling came from the skin, and then the warm blood began to become hot.

"Do it! Derby!"

Zephyrin ordered in the darkness, strong ether fluctuations came from the warm blood.

The temperature rose sharply, and the blood boiled instantly, burning restlessly like potent red mercury.

The blood attached to Boluogo's body completely ignited, and the fire spread rapidly, triggering a series of explosions.

The self-destruction of the bloodthirsty was not the effect of the alchemical device, but some kind of secret power of the enemy. Bologo turned into a ball of fire, and the bloodthirsties he killed exploded together, turning the entire area into a ball of fire. into the boiling sea of ​​fire.

In the chaotic and dim battlefield, the fire shot into the sky, like a burning torch.

Zephyrin hid in the corner, her breathing gradually getting heavier. Her eyes moved from the sea of ​​fire back to her body. She saw that her body was scarred, with large burns covering her flesh and dense blisters.

After successive severe injuries, Zephyrin's self-healing speed has slowed down, and the blood thirst has gradually become stronger, scratching her heart.

"You look a little bad."

A deep male voice sounded, surrounding Zephyrin.

She raised her head and saw a delicate hummingbird flying beside her. It moved quickly and dexterously, scanning Zephyrin's body.

"Shut up……"

Zephyrin checked his body and stood up with difficulty, leaning on the chain saw and scythe.

He kept recalling the previous scenes in his mind. He clearly injured Boluogo severely, but why did his injuries heal? Some kind of secret power of self-healing? So what about his control over matter?

Zephyrin had a splitting headache, and her thirst for blood was driving her desire, making it difficult for her to continue thinking. She could only crudely attribute Bologo's self-healing to some powerful alchemical potion.

"Derby, come help me, I paralyzed Palmer Clerks, and he must not have recovered yet..."

Zephyrin's expression began to twist and become ferocious, with cyan blood vessels bulging and clearly visible under his pale skin.

"Okay, I understand," the voice came from Hummingbird, "The bloodthirsty people around you are approaching you, and they will be led by you."

"I'm talking about you! It's a condenser, not a group of monsters that can only self-destruct!"

Zephyrin cursed as she leaned out of the bunker to observe the burning sea of ​​fire.

With such a fatal explosion attack, an ordinary condenser would be severely injured or even die, but for some reason, she always felt that Boluogo was not dead or even injured.

Zephyrin turned sideways and took a big gulp of the mist he created. It can not only affect the enemy, but also buff Zephyrin to a certain extent, such as causing himself to fall into shallow paralysis to relieve the pain of the body. .

He rubbed the burned part of his body against the wall hard, and the blisters that popped up popped. The blurred flesh and blood slowly squirmed and healed itself with difficulty.

A voice came from the hummingbird, "Okay... I understand, the nearest support is approaching you."

"who is it?"

"Hatch, and his minions."

Zephyrin recalled the appearance of Haiqi and his servants in his mind.

Haiqi, like Zephyrin, is a second-stage believer. This relaxed Zephyrin's nervous mood a lot. But in order to capture Palmer, no one knew what she would encounter. She was still a little nervous. disturbed.

As for Haiqi's servants, Zephyrin doesn't have high expectations for them, but they are at least the first stage of Sublimation Makers, not irrational monsters like Bloodthirsty.

Servants are very common among the Night Clan. It can be said that the low-level Night Clan are the servants of the high-level Night Clan, and the high-level Night Clan are the servants of the pure-blooded Night Clan.

Zephyrin waved at a bloodthirsty man in the distance. Relying on the power of his bloodline, the bloodthirsty man completely obeyed Zephyrin's instructions and quickly approached. However, the moment the two approached, Zephyrin swung his chainsaw and scythe. One blow cut off the bloodthirsty man's head.

"Wow!"

A surprised sound came from the hummingbirds.

Unless it was an emergency, Zephyrin wouldn't want to do this, let alone being watched.

There was no concealment of his disgust in his eyes, but Zephyrin still grabbed the broken part of the neck. The headless corpse trembled violently. As Zephyrin bit the disgusting body, the bloodthirsty man The blood is refined and coagulated.

Zephyrin let go of the headless corpse and wiped the corners of his blood-stained mouth, feeling a nauseating feeling coming from his throat.

If possible, Zephyrin really doesn't want to do this, using the despicable blood of the bloodthirsty to temporarily satisfy his blood thirst, just like hungry humans digging in the garbage.

Hummingbird asked, "How does it feel?"

"Shut up!"

Zephyrin didn't want to discuss this. She had always cared about her image and always maintained refinement and beauty.

Zephyrin is now in a state of embarrassment, with ugly scars all over his smooth and fair skin. The loss of his elegant image makes Zephyrin full of hatred for Bologo, who is causing trouble.

I don't know if Boluogo is dead or alive. Even if he has powerful healing alchemy potions, they have probably been used up by now.

Zephyrin looked at the burning building and the collapsed gap. Palmer should be hiding in a certain room. His moment soul criticality was destroyed, and his body should still be under the control of toxins. She needed to hurry up.

Several etheric reactions in the distance are approaching here. You don't need to look at Zephyrin to know that they are Haiqi and his servants. When the power of a few people is gathered together, it can basically be perfect without encountering anyone who loses power. perform tasks.

Search for Palmer, find the wind cellar...

Zephyrin is not in a hurry now. For tonight's action, the Night Clan has mobilized most of its forces. In addition to Zephyrin, there are also many Night Clan taking action.

Zephyrin asked Hummingbird, "How's it going now? Derby."

"Several teams have entered the Morrowind Fortress, but they still haven't found the location of the wind cellar. It seems to be covered by the void," Hummingbird said, "But don't worry, we have plenty of time, Vonn has already Being held back.”

Zephyrin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good...Also, stop hiding them and release all the bloodthirsty ones. After tonight, they will be of no use anyway."

Hummingbird didn't respond, and the silence continued for a while. Zephyrin couldn't understand why Debi, who had always been talkative, could become silent at this time. She searched for traces of Hummingbird, but saw a figure standing on the ruins above her head. .

"Interesting...is he really the Dominator?"

Boluogo looked at the struggling hummingbird in his hands, and then his cold eyes fell on Zephyrin.