Endless Debt

As a scholar, seeker of knowledge, and alchemist, Duva has never been on a battlefield or participated in a battle. Throughout Duva's life, he has always been hiding in safe areas and conducting his own secret research.

The scorching air current and the icy cold wind hit his face together, sending waves of pain all over his body, and a little blood overflowed from his nose.

"Get up quickly!"

Someone roared in Dua's ear, and then the other person pulled Dua up.

Du Wa felt that he could no longer feel the existence of his legs, but he stood up straight stiffly. Fireworks and death filled Du Wa's side, and he began to regret this trip.

I am not suitable to do this. I am a pure scholar. I cannot do such things as going deep into danger. Look, the consequences are manifesting now.

Duva felt that he was going to die, and then a loud slap on his face rescued him from his chaotic thoughts. For a moment, the blurred sounds and images became clear. Duva saw Palmer He was yelling at himself.

"What are you doing?"

Palmer picked up a pistol from the guard's body and put it into Duva's hand. Duva squeezed the handle of the gun hard. It felt warm and slightly sticky. Duva thought it should be It's the blood of the guards.

Palmer pressed Dewar's head down, and a dense rain of bullets passed over his head.

The successive explosions caused a large number of casualties and destroyed many areas. The fire triggered the alarm, and the fire sprinklers started working. Ice-cold raindrops fell, mixed with the flames, and turned into rapidly spreading water vapor. .

The guards were caught off guard by this sudden attack. Before the defense force could regroup, the enemy had already boarded the ship. The two forces collided head-on, and the roar of gunfire continued under the rain.

The ground began to tilt slightly, and the attackers, like pirates, threw out their hooks and boarded the ship from other areas of the Paradise. They evaded the power of the guards and then launched an indiscriminate massacre.

Some guests are still in extreme fear, and some, like Palmer, are already looking for ways to fight back.

Not long ago, the banquet hall was filled with singing and dancing, but now it has turned into a trench with constant exchanges of fire. The injured moaned constantly, and then a stray bullet hit them, ending their pain.

"What a bad luck..."

Palmer complained, he had noticed multiple ether reactions, and strong ether fluctuations continued.

Now this is a complete melee. Palmer also wants to participate in this carnival, but he has to protect Dua. The alchemist is useless now, and he has to find a way to protect him.

"To be honest, you don't look like an alchemist at all!"

Palmer opened fire outside the bunker. Unlike Borogo, Palmer's marksmanship was extremely accurate. When necessary, he could use his secret energy to interfere with the airflow and deflect the trajectory of the warhead to a certain extent.

Blood flowers exploded and left eye-catching traces on the blackened wall.

Duva clenched his pistol and asked loudly, "How am I no longer an alchemist!"

"Remember TEDA? The alchemist who inspired you," Palmer sighed, "Hell, you didn't see how crazy he looked. He could dismantle the Paradise in minutes! But what about you! "

Palmer began to miss TEDA. If he were here, he would definitely not be afraid of anyone in terms of firepower suppression.

Du Wa was speechless for a moment, suppressed his blush, and defended, "Alchemists are also divided into academic sects and martial arts sects, right?"

"In other words, I met a useless scholar?"

Palmer had enough, a storm rolled up in his eyes, and he cursed, "I'm so unlucky!"

A powerful hand pressed on Palmer's shoulder. Palmer turned around and met a pair of gilded eyes.

"Any plans?"

Palmer asked Jeffrey. He had been silent since the explosion, holding a rough and terrifying bone-crushing knife in his hand.

"The other party has a person in charge."

Jeffrey's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void. He was not as sharp as Lebius, but he still noticed the powerful ether reaction.

"More than one."

A look of surprise flashed in Palmer's eyes, and he said, "We can avoid them."

"No...they've already discovered me."

While Jeffrey was telling the story, a rising ether reaction came from afar, provoking Jeffrey.

"Act according to the original plan, I will deal with them, and you and Dua will go deep into the Paradise," Jeffrey ordered, "This level of explosion is not enough to destroy the virtual realm, you will need him. "

"Listen to me," Palmer stopped Jeffrey, "I think something is wrong about this incident, you have to believe me."

Palmer was not joking. He was once a member of the Crow's Nest and won the Rookie of the Year Award in this capacity. His intelligence-related expertise warned Palmer that this incident was too weird.

"Do you think I can't notice it?"

Jeffrey laughed, and then said, "Did Boluogo tell you how he tracked down his enemies?"

"No...no, I usually just follow him wherever he goes," Palmer said a little embarrassed, "Just, no need to use your brain, you understand?"

Jeffrey's expression froze for a moment, and then he said, "Boluogo told me that when you can't find clues, it's right to go to the most chaotic place. Now that we are in such a place, maybe there is something between each other." Inextricably linked.”

Jeffrey left. Relying on the power of the power bearer, the intensive gunfire could not affect him. Palmer sensed the etheric reaction that was going away, and turned his head to look at Dewar, whose eyes were full of panic.

Palmer smiled and said, "It looks like we have to work together."

Dewar swallowed, but remembering his original possessions, he nodded firmly. Palmer couldn't help but sigh, in terms of being obsessed with knowledge, these seekers were really unstoppable.

"Then first...clear the obstacles!"

As if facing death, Palmer rushed out of the bunker and faced the enemy's gunfire.

Palmer was not the only one to fight back. He saw a woman overturning a long, tattered table and using it as a cover.

She tore off the long skirt underneath her body, revealing her white and beautiful thighs, picked up the rifle from the corpses of the guards, and accurately blew off the heads of the enemies one after another.

She moved between the bunkers, wearing high-heeled shoes that were several centimeters high, as if walking on flat ground. If an enemy approached her, she would put the knife into the enemy's throat.

Just as the woman was preparing for the next attack, a sudden burst of applause sounded. She turned her head and saw Palmer cheering towards her.

Palmer liked such a woman, who reminded him of the equally resolute Vosilin.

"Hide!"

Palmer yelled at the woman. The woman didn't want to pay attention to Palmer, but she noticed the gradually rising ether reaction in Palmer. She made a conscious choice and immediately hid behind the bunker.

A cold feeling crawled along Dua's spine, and he couldn't help but shudder. In the dark, it seemed that something was about to happen. Then he heard the sound of wind flowing forward, as if the storm was speeding up, swallowing Got the Elysium number.

Secret Energy·Raging Wind Seeking Forgiveness

Almost at the same time, terrible wind pressure poured into the banquet hall, rolling up the debris on the ground and turning them into blades. The enemies faced the wind, and their bodies were instantly cut by the debris and fragments, and countless fragments broke out. Wounds, blood spilled.

They tried to fire back, but they couldn't even open their eyes. Countless eardrum-cutting screams rang out. The banquet hall was filled with invisible and transparent wind-cast blades. They were like schools of galloping fish, smashing all the flesh and blood in their path.

The enemies were wailing, and their bodies were cut into pieces of flesh all over the sky by the wind blades, and even turned into a bloody mist. The air flow would be like an invading tide, carrying them on a rampage and pushing them out of the banquet hall. Pieces of corpses were scattered into the air. , some fell on the dock, and some fell directly to the bottom of the sea.

The banquet hall fell silent. Palmer dragged Dewar and spoke to him excitedly.

"It's your turn to show off."

Dua was stunned for a few seconds, and then layers of gear rings appeared on his pupils, analyzing the virtual structure of the Paradise.

"This way!"

Dewar pointed the way and led Palmer.

Not long after the two ran, there was a sound of slight footsteps behind them. Palmer suddenly turned his head, pointing the gun behind him, and saw the woman's figure emerging from the darkness.

"Madam, did you run in the wrong direction?"

The woman was panting and barefoot, and the high heels were really in the way. She glanced at the black muzzle of the gun, walked up to the two of them without fear, and then looked at Dua.

"Can you break through the virtual realm?"

"Theoretically yes."

Dewar couldn't understand the current situation, but he knew his identity as a tool man. He dug into his pockets and found several screwdriver-like instruments in his hands.

"Okay, try to break through here."

The woman squatted down and pressed her palms to the ground. Palmer put the muzzle of his gun at the back of her head and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Who are you!"

Duva observed that the ground beneath their feet was being covered by the virtual domain, and conventional explosions had no effect on it.

"It will take some time for me to break through..."

The woman said, "You can just affect it a little bit, like reduce its power."

"Then let me try."

"Hey, you two!"

Palmer yelled. He admired this woman very much, but that didn't mean he could tolerate her excessive behavior. There were potential enemies everywhere here now. Who knew what was going on with this woman.

Just when Palmer was about to pull the trigger, Duva successfully interfered with the operation of the virtual realm and caused its ether to be disordered. At the same time, an ether reaction broke out in the woman's body that was far beyond expectations.

In an instant, an invisible force acted on the ground, and the area under the three people began to collapse in a regular circle, and then completely collapsed into the next layer amidst the whine of metal.

Palmer was a little confused. No matter how slow he was, he realized that the woman had just broken through a layer of virtual realm in an extremely rough way, causing the three of them to gradually enter the core of the Paradise.

The woman stood up straight, and completely pulled off her droopy long skirt. Her figure was as curved as if she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit.

She grabbed Palmer's hand and shook it gently, her tone cold.

"Unbound Poetry Society, Canary."