Endless Debt

The gunshot sounded like the halftime whistle, temporarily suspending all disputes.

The old body was severely injured, and the elder stood there with dull eyes, and the wind pressure he exerted was also reduced a lot.

With the help of Vosilin, Palmer struggled to stand up. Bologg did not respond and seemed to be dead. Aimu was stuck in the ruins and could not move.

Derby tried hard to suppress the physical pain and frantically searched for his broken palm. Seeing this, Palmer walked towards Derby with his silver sword.

Palmer's battle isn't over...it's never been.

Church put away Chekov's gun. In the rating of the sublimation furnace core, Chekov's gun belongs to the purified white-level alchemical weapon. In other words, if you want to use this alchemical weapon freely, you need at least the authority of the person in charge. rank.

Generally speaking, with the rank of a believer, it is possible to use alchemy weapons beyond the level, but it is difficult for one's own ether to support the consumption of alchemy weapons, and it will become extremely difficult.

As an imitation of a given gun, Chekov's gun has extremely special properties that are difficult to predict with common sense.

The properties of Chekov's Gun can be roughly divided into three points. The first point is called "reloading". Chekov's Gun will consume a large amount of ether to create bullets in the gun chamber and reload it. , the filling process will take a long time.

Taking Church as an example, it took him a week to continuously consume ether before he successfully created this bullet.

Different ranks and different sublime ones have different recharging times. Therefore, Chekov's gun is not suitable for emergencies and is mostly used in premeditated assassinations.

After loading the bullets, the second point of the effect, the "first act", will be triggered. Under the influence of the "first act", the bullets in the gun chamber will disappear and then appear superimposed on the "range", which is the effect. on all targets within range.

Finally, there is the "third act". The user needs to hold the flintlock gun to observe, determine and aim at his target. The superimposed state disappears and the bullet is definitely present in the target's body.

Pulling the trigger, like going back in time, the bullet breaks out of the body and returns to the gun chamber. This seems a bit strange, but if you turn back the time to see it, it is Church who secretly hit the elder, and the elder has no power to resist.

The complex and strange power finally achieves a time-reversal shooting.

Using clumsy techniques such as the "first act" and "third act" to cut out the "shooting" process and complete the "shooting" and "hit", this is the power of the established gun.

Church didn't like Chekhov's gun. It was indeed very powerful for assassination, but it was also too bulky. Various restrictions meant that it was destined to be rarely used in situations where it could be used.

Disadvantages include excessively long reloading cycle, limited range, large amount of ether consumption, and the inability to pull the trigger if the target is lost.

If Qiu Qi had to choose, he would definitely not use this alchemical weapon to assassinate the enemy, but there was no way. This time Qiu Qi's enemy was the defender.

When an attack is launched, there is a possibility of being blocked unless the attack is completed at the outset.

Except for the power of Chekhov's gun that twists and turns to eliminate the "shooting" process, other assassination methods are difficult to harm the elders.

Even so, Chekhov's gun still can't kill the senator. If it is a person with power, this shot is fatal, but as a defender, the body of the senator is highly etheric. He is still alive.

Church held on to the wall, sweat dripping down his face. Chekhov's gun consumed himself too much. After one shot, Church almost lost the ability to continue fighting.

He felt that all the ether in his body had been drained, and there was not much energy left.

The senator clutched his chest, and the blood soon stopped, as if it had dried up. He raised his head and glared at Church, who stubbornly raised Chekhov's gun again.

For a period of time, Chekhov's gun could not be triggered again, but Church still raised his flintlock gun and confronted the senator like a fox pretending to be a tiger.

"found it!"

Derby dug out his broken palm from the rubble, and squeezed out the blood of the Prince Regent from his clenched fist.

He excitedly waved to the senator and ran towards him. Debi knew that he could not delay any longer and must complete the blood donation immediately.

Debi's smile faltered.

The cold sword blade penetrated Derby's waist and abdomen, and the silver made contact with flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound of flames burning flesh.

Palmer grabbed Derby's neck from behind and forced the silver sword into his body.

Derby and the Senator were both higher in rank than Palmer, and the flow of ether could not hide from their perception at all. Palmer did the opposite. He did not mobilize any ether, and only relied on his scarred body to climb out of the ruins. , giving Derby a backstab.

The simple and unpretentious strategy was unexpectedly effective in this highly tense fight. Both Derby and the senator were deeply immersed in the power of Chekhov's gun, and did not notice Palmer's approach at all.

"surprise!"

Palmer growled, grabbed Debi's neck, drew out his silver sword, and struck it at his throat.

The blood was boiling and hot, and the explosive fire exploded from Palmer's chest. Without the protection of ether, the blow hit Palmer solidly and knocked him back into the ruins again. This time Palmer Couldn't get up again.

Debi clutched the wound on his chest. Death was so close to him. In a daze, he thought he could hear the approaching footsteps of the God of Death.

No... not Death.

The elder called for the strong wind, and the air current carried the blood of the regent, moving towards the elder. The old palm was one step away from the blood of eternal life.

A dagger shot through the air. For the senator, this attack was really ridiculous. He didn't even look at the trajectory of the dagger. He only relied on the disturbance of the strong wind to cause the dagger to deviate from its trajectory.

The sound of rapid footsteps was approaching, and Vosilin rushed into the battlefield with all her strength. The senator glanced at her contemptuously, and summoned a strong wind to repel Vosilin.

In the opinion of the elders, this is just a fight between trapped beasts, and they are very close to eternal life.

Suddenly, the etheric reaction burst out from the swung dagger. When the senator realized that he had been hit, Bologo's figure had been replaced with the phantom dagger.

The dense wind blades left Boluogo covered in bruises, his left arm was drooping, and several fingers on his right hand had long been broken, but he still stubbornly raised the hammer and smashed it down on his head.

"kill……"

A vague sound came from Boluogo's throat. The wind blade cut open Boluogo's throat, and blood continued to overflow.

"Heart-killing!"

The terrifying appearance exploded in full force.

One second? Or two seconds?

Boluogo was not sure how long this extreme fear could affect the two of them, but as long as it could slightly affect their actions and make them hesitate for less than a moment, it would have been a success for Boluogo.

The panicked and angry expressions of Derby and the senator were clearly reflected in Bologg's eyes, and Bologg responded with a cruel smile.

Allowing the fireworks caused by the boiling blood to engulf his body, Boluogo dropped the hammer and broke through the numerous fireworks.

This is the destined fate, the lament that has already been written.

The hammer hit the suspended container and smashed it together with the blood of the Prince Regent.

It was too late for Bologg to appreciate his great masterpiece. The senator roared and summoned the strong wind. Bologg was swept high into the sky by the gust of wind. When he fell again and was bloody, fatal wounds were already all over Bologg's body.

"no no……"

The senator knelt down and stuck out his tongue like a wild dog, trying to lick the scattered blood.

The life-and-death fight lasted for too long, and the blood had already soaked the earth. The blood of the Regent was mixed with the blood of Derby and Bologg, and the disgusting smell came from the tip of the tongue.

The senator suddenly raised his head, grabbed Debi, and shouted frantically, "Come and give me blood!"

Relying on the blood of the regent, the senator can become a noble pure-blooded class in one fell swoop. However, if the blood is given by Derby, his bloodline will be a deterioration of Derby.

Derby's face was pale. His rank was lower than that of the elders. If he performed the blood-giving ceremony, the process would be very long. He would need to transform the elders bit by bit, but the current situation would not give him enough time.

It was too late to care about this. The senator denounced death. He had climbed out of the wind cellar. He was no longer willing to endure that kind of life...

"It's time for the farce to end."

A dull voice sounded from high in the sky, and then the elder realized that the lingering thunder had disappeared for a long time.

The senator raised his head, and then heavy wind pressure came, forcing him to kneel down.

Vorn hung above the strong wind, looking at the senator indifferently, as if looking at a corpse.

The elder shed tears. Once upon a time, he was as strong and young as Vonn, but now he has become like this.

"Don't force me! Vonn!"

The senator raised the "Dawn Oath" in his hand. The blood had already stained the book, and every page was filled with scarlet. The strong wind turned the pages and made a hunting sound in the wind.

This is the elder's last bargaining chip. As long as "Dawn Oath" is still in hand, he has the absolute initiative.

Vonn said sadly, "Has the fear of death taken away your last sanity?"

The senator didn't understand what Fern meant. The next moment, the strong wind tore the book into pieces, and the broken pages were flying in the sky like snowflakes.

Nothing happened, just like always.

The elder did not believe what he was seeing. A few days ago, Vonn and Qiu Qi confirmed the "Dawn Oath" in the wind cellar...

The Book of Rubbings!

The elder turned his head dully and looked at the tired Church. Church said calmly, "According to the instructions of the decision-making room, the "Dawn Oath" will be preserved by the Order Bureau until the dispute is over."

What the elders got was only the book of rubbings, and the real "Dawn Oath" had been replaced on that day...

They deliberately acted it out for themselves, and everything was done to catch the restless black sheep among the sheep.

The elder murmured, "This was a scam from the beginning."

"A new war is coming," Vonn responded. "Before we are ready to face the enemy, we must first ensure our own purity."

Speaking of which, this was the lesson Sere taught the Klex family. Even such a magnificent Eternal Night Empire was eventually destroyed in Sere's hands.

The senator no longer defended anything. He lowered his head. His fair and jade-like hands were turning black. His skin became wrinkled and brittle, and then peeled off like an old wall, revealing dark red flesh.