Endless Debt

Without any warning, the white and cold mist came with the wind, evenly filling every part of the space, like countless pale palms, covering everyone regardless of friend or foe.

There was a deep sound in everyone's ears, as if there were thousands of ghosts running quickly in the white mist, whispering to each other.

"Don't stop!"

The canary's cry ended the eerie silence. Even if she lost the target in her field of vision, she could still detect the white gull's heightened etheric reaction through the thick fog. She believed that Boluogo could do the same.

The surging steel stopped for a moment, and then crashed into the enemy behind the mist at a faster speed. Boluogo clenched his fists, and the ferocious silhouette continued to roll behind the heavy mist.

Just like giant pythons in horror movies eating people, the outlines of the shadows are clear and sharp. They repeatedly stagger and swallow, and the crazy laughter is mixed with the sticky and slippery sound of flesh and blood being crushed and chewed, and the fishy smell Spreading outward, blood streaks splashed out from behind the mist, as if a cruel butcher was violently dealing with his prey.

Another sharp sound joined the battlefield. Boluogo knew that someone was holding a long knife and coming with a fierce murderous intention. Then the sharp sound became complicated and noisy, as if it was not just one person. Instead, it was a legion, and the sound of Jin Ge filled the ruins.

Wisps of white mist solidified behind Boluogo, and they gradually pieced together a vague human figure. Then Hert's face emerged from it. He only condensed half of his body and right arm, but this was already enough.

The long knife glowing with cold light hung above Bologo's head. Just when Hert was about to interrupt Bologo's secret power and behead him, the white mist was disturbed, as if there were countless poisonous bees. Heading here at high speed, with a constant buzzing noise.

"Meeting in danger!"

With strong light flashing in Palmer's eyes, Storm Feather took the lead and hit the long knife in Helt's hand, deflecting its falling trajectory, followed by more flying knives.

Helt could only turn into the ether again, and then the heavy rain of metal passed him by, driving a dense dent in Boluogo's back.

"It feels so good to see you again at this critical moment! Partner!"

Palmer was sincere this time. The moment he saw Boluogo, he felt as if his brain had been liberated.

Boluogo was not in the mood to talk to Palmer about the thrilling experiences along the way. He strode forward and penetrated the fog. The pythons had completely entangled the white gull, twisting his bones and crushing his internal organs.

The white gull has been completely wrapped in steel. He is like a blood bag that will never see the bottom. A steady stream of blood seeps from the gaps between the pythons and between the scales, dripping on the ground.

Boluogo knew that the white gull would be resurrected soon, and then he looked at the other end of the mist, and the canary's etheric reaction continued to rise after that.

Obviously, the poet from the Unbound Poetry Club wanted to hunt the white gull. From the conversation between them, it was clear that they had an extremely complicated past.

This is not a good time to deal with the issues left over from history. Bologo is now thinking about how to completely ban Baigull.

Now Bologo misses Yas. If his riot control team is here, this part of the work will be much easier. Aether prohibition and ether silence will perfectly create an ether vacuum environment and block the white gull's ether at once. , under this condition, even if the white gull has perfect power circulation, it is just a ball of flesh and blood that cannot be killed.

Canary quickly came closer. She was still wearing a dress from the banquet. In order to facilitate her movement, the dress was torn to pieces by her. Large areas of her skin were exposed, like a coquettish mermaid floating out of the water. But there is no sense of charm.

Only towards Bai Ou's undisguised hatred and murderous intention.

Complicated light patterns are etched on Canary's skin, and at the same time, another layer of glowing patterns are intertwined with it. Under the dress is a tights similar to Aimu's second skin. She is wearing The armor made of light is like a Valkyrie ordered to deliver punishment.

A mighty force comes.

As if a huge and invisible hydraulic machine dropped the hydraulic slide mercilessly, the iron coffin sealed by Boluoge was instantly crushed by the huge force, smashed straight through the deck of this layer, and fell to the bottom. On one level.

Ripples appeared on the ground, like raindrops hitting the water. Under the influence of the secret energy Qianjun, the iron coffin touched the next layer of virtual domain protection, which was the core area of ​​the Paradise.

After a surprise attack and siege, they temporarily controlled the white gulls, and at the same time, dense screams echoed in the fog.

Hurt swung his knife.

Limited by the gap in alchemy matrix technology, even though Helt is in the third stage of power-bearing status, the intensity of his secret energy is still much lower than that of top forces such as the Bureau of Order at the same level.

Helt did not feel intimidated by this. On the contrary, he felt that the hard work he had acquired was enough to close this gap. As decadent as he was, he was once the hardest-working warrior among the people of Xitao. He was selected into the army when he was young. A reserve member of the Raging Tide Guard, Helt had already faced the Raging Sea while his peers were still practicing swinging their swords.

Ether amplification, etherification, secret energy and fog kill.

The multiple powers gave Helt the power to break through the rules. With only the slender sword in his hand, he relied on the ubiquitous mist to wield a storm of swords.

Suddenly, it seemed as if a legion appeared in the mist. They swung their blades at the nearest opponent, but just before the sword was swung, a hurricane burst out and violently collided with the soothing mist.

Secret energy·raging wind asks for forgiveness.

Palmer called out to the strong wind, setting off a small storm in the ruins. The spreading fog enveloped Hert's ether, and the storm intertwined with the fog, causing arcs and sparks to fly.

The crackling sound echoed in everyone's ears like a dense drumbeat. They seemed to be in a small thunderstorm, and the arc of electricity hit their bodies, bringing a numb feeling.

As a believer, Palmer naturally does not have the power to shake Helt's mist, but the secret power of the Clerks family has always been good at taking advantage of the situation.

No need for Palmer to say anything, Boluogo knew what he should do. Many life-and-death fights had allowed the two to develop a deep understanding.

Two flame-shaped swords were shaped in his hands, and the ends of the sword blades flowed with blood-like scarlet color. Boluogo turned around suddenly and threw them like meteors, throwing them to both sides of the ruins.

Only the sound of collisions could be heard in the darkness, the red mercury exploded and burned, and the raging fire turned the cabin into a bloody hell.

From the outside, the hulls on both sides of the Paradise suddenly exploded from the inside, as if a deadly cannonball had penetrated the hull and penetrated its trunk.

The billowing smoke disappeared in an instant, and Palmer could smell the clear sea breeze.

The thing that Palmer is least good at dealing with is confined spaces, which will greatly limit the release of his secret energy. Now that he has broken the shackles, the next moment he uses the power of the storm, and wind speeds of hundreds of kilometers move along the hull of the ship. Wounds poured into the cabin.

This is the real storm.

The roaring wind instantly made people unable to lift their heads. Translucent ribbons flashed in the wind, like hairtail fish with transparent bodies. They poured into the cabin one after another, hitting everything along the way.

Palmer's ether was running wildly in the direction of exhaustion. He felt like a racing car with the accelerator depressed, and the needle of the fuel gauge was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He can't last long, but it's enough time!

The white mist gradually became unable to withstand the impact of the high-speed airflow and Palmer's ether, and the mist thinned rapidly. Hult immediately canceled the etherification, otherwise he would be squeezed out of the Paradise by the strong wind just like the mist.

"damn it!"

Hurt cursed, apparently everything was going well until he met these freaks.

Faced with the cooperation of Palmer and Boluogo, the power of his own authority was unable to suppress them for a while. As for Baiou, that madman, he was completely immersed in his crazy imagination. He shouldn't have hoped for that sick undead.

Boluogo raised his hand against the strong wind, and sharp axes rose from the ground, like monsters breaking through the ground, opening their bloody mouth and biting at Hert.

The sword flashed past, and the sword and ax fell apart.

In the training of ether amplification, Hert is deeper than Bolog. If Hert is given enough time and resources, he even feels that he can reach the "Extreme Realm", which is the highest level of study of an etheric skill. level of honorary title.

Bologg was not surprised by this ending. He had never thought that such a trick could kill Helt.

The canary couldn't give them much help at the moment. This woman's goal was only the white gull, and everything else was secondary. She simply ignored Hert and jumped towards the next floor, continuing to put heavy pressure on the iron coffin. , to prevent the white gull from escaping from the cage.

Bologg had to find a way to deal with Hert. Under the seemingly calm appearance, Bologg and Palmer in the Heart Network were almost communicating in a roaring manner, and this was painful for Aimu who was forced to listen. , and Uriel who serves as the hub.

This is a true crisis, a true test of adaptability.

Palmer tried his best to maintain the strong wind passing through to prevent Helt from spreading the white mist. When Palmer's ether is exhausted, Helt's death fog will disperse again, and Bologg will have no chance of escaping by then. Killed by a powerful man.

Boluogo is not afraid of death, but once he enters the state of death, it will undoubtedly break the balance of this confrontation, which will be as dangerous as a building. Without his own support, Palmer will be the next person on the death list, followed closely by Canary. , and everyone.

There was not much time left for Boluogo. In his mind, Palmer kept urging him to kill Hult, and he even cursed for this.

Burlogo now really wishes there was a blocking button that could filter out Palmer's voice. Now this bastard's noise has somewhat interfered with his judgment.

Naturally, Helt was not aware of everything that was happening in the Heart Network. He only felt that the Bologg in front of him was extremely dazzling and obstructive. Coincidentally, there were also urging whispers coming from Helt's mind, but that It comes from hallucinations and pain.

The faces of his wife and daughter, the bright future, everything the witch of pleasure promised him.

All the sounds disappeared, whether they were sweet, harsh, evil, or gentle... Helt had never felt that his mind was so quiet, as if those disturbing residents were all gone. Disappeared.

Time flowed backwards for Helt, and in the strong wind he felt that he had returned to his younger self, facing the storm again.

Stepping forward and leaping up, Hert slashed at Bologo's head. His speed and strength reached the limit. Even looking at Hert's life, such a perfect blow was rare.

The moment Boluogo saw the flash of light, the fatal blade had already arrived in front of him, like an irresistible thunder punishment.

Panic flashed through Boluogo's eyes. He knew that he could not dodge this blow. Hert's full blow would split his head and cut off his spine, and then Hert would continue to maintain his strength. He charged at Palmer with all his strength. Relying on the dexterity of his secret energy, Palmer should be able to deal with Hert, but he still couldn't change his fate of being killed.

A familiar and tired voice sounded in Bologg's ears. The voice firmed Bologg's eyes and even made a smile appear on the corner of his mouth.

The fatal thunderbolt cut open Boluogo's scalp and even embedded itself in his skull. Blood gurgled across the bridge of his nose and dyed his vision red.

The long knife was supposed to split everything, but it failed to continue falling. A golden light flashed from the edge of the field of vision, stabbing Hert's eyes. He reluctantly moved his eyeballs and saw the familiar figure at the edge of the field of vision.

Jeffrey stood on the blast of the ship's hull. The strong wind summoned by Palmer blew Jeffrey's sea-soaked clothes. His hair was dancing wildly. Under the intertwined and sharp hair, there was the cold and ruthless sun. .

The Secret Energy Tiger Eye cannot control Helt for too long, but for Bolog, even a second or two of stagnation and sluggishness are enough.

Bologg grabbed Helt's long knife. He had wanted to try this for a long time. His expression was furious, and he roared in his throat. The green light track spread from Bologg's palm and invaded the long knife. , he is like a king made of iron, giving orders to all steel.

It can be clearly felt that a sense of confrontation is coming from the long sword. The reason why this weapon is so deadly in the hands of Helt is inseparable from the ether sword that Helt is good at. The sword of ether is often applied to the long sword, making it as strong and sharp as alchemical metal.

When the believers and the power-bearers competed head-on for their affinity and control over the ether, Bologo could not defeat Hert no matter what, but that was only theoretical, and there was no precise theory on the actual battlefield.

After a brief stalemate, Bologg broke the etheric mutual repulsion. The long knife twisted and changed in his hand, growing dense thorns and piercing Hert's palm. He did not understand why Bologg could break through the etheric mutual repulsion. Then he saw the weird gauntlet on Boluogo's hand.

The touch of erosion.

The shape of the long knife collapsed and turned into cold arrows that pierced Helt's body. There was no old friendship between Boluogo and Helt. After careful calculation, this was the second time the two of them met.

Borogo had no mercy for Hert, he growled.

"kill him!"

This sentence was not said to Palmer, nor to Jeffrey. The object of this sentence was the steel men all over Boluogo.

The stagnation of Secret Energy Tiger Eye began to fade, and Hert regained his ability to move. He tried to escape from this fatal offensive, but it was too late.

Knives, axes, swords and halberds, hammers, daggers and hooks and spears.

In an instant, the weapons that Bologger could imagine were cast out in an instant. The surface of the metal still carried the warmth of the ether flowing through it and the glow that had not completely dissipated. They came from all directions to crush Helt. shoulder, cut his thigh, pierced his arm...

Borogo reached into the arsenal, pulled out a heavy war hammer, and dented Helt's chest with one blow.

Hert only felt his blood surge. He vomited a large mouthful of blood, and then fell heavily to the ground. After Boluoge pulled away, the ground under the two of them was already fragile, and then the entire ground collapsed into the next. Layer, in the darkness of the next layer, the ether of the canary and the white gull surges.

The battle on this level suddenly calmed down, and Palmer stopped using his secret energy. A strong sense of fatigue invaded his will. Then the mania suddenly broke out, and a feeling of withdrawal from deep in the chest almost knocked out Palmer. silent.

This was the cost of consuming himself almost to the point of depleting the ether. In his hazy consciousness, Palmer envied Borogo. With Aimu as a backup energy source, Borogo could always release his power without any worries.

He blinked hard. Whether it was the excellent training of the field staff or the honor of the Clerks family, Palmer did not fall down. Instead, he suppressed the feeling of exhaustion and mania.

Palmer looked at the gap. He had no strength to shout, so he could only ask in the heart network, "Are you okay?"

Jeffrey didn't respond. After the light in his eyes dissipated, he covered the wound in his abdomen and half-knelt down. Under the attack from the front and back by Helt and White Gull, Jeffrey was seriously injured, but he was not dead.

After taking a breath, Jeffrey responded, "I'm fine, do what you should do."

What should be done?

Palmer glanced at the gap leading down not far away, and a wave of heart-stopping fluctuations came. It was the monster's party. If possible, Palmer really didn't want to join it.

After rummaging through his pocket, Palmer took out a few injections, which contained the "soul of Mang Yin". When he thought that Boluogo was not around, Palmer felt that his luck would definitely encounter bad luck.

In order to avoid dying tragically due to his own bad luck, Palmer, who never brought any supplies, also prepared a few in advance. As expected, the disasters continued from the moment he stepped into the Elysium.

"Let me tell you first, I'm not afraid of death, I just need to add something."

Palmer hesitated to jump down the gap and explained to Jeffrey casually. Then he turned around and saw Duva. This bastard had been hiding behind him since the beginning of the battle... Also, it was useless for this guy to join the battle.

Then Palmer looked at Irwin and Cinderella. The faces of these two unlucky people who had strayed into the dispute were pale. Palmer's strong wind was not enough to kill the Sublime Ones, but it almost killed these two mortal bodies. , they almost suffocated to death under the deadly wind speed of 100 kilometers.

Irwin gasped for air. The lack of oxygen caused many hallucinations to appear in front of his eyes, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears became more intense.

The woman in his memory lingered beside him and whispered to him.

Cinderella is in better condition. As a young person, she is much stronger than the old guy Irwin in terms of physical fitness and resistance.

Duva had already put down his gun aimed at the two of them. He felt that he did not need to monitor these two unlucky ghosts at all. In this crazy banquet, these two unlucky ghosts might die at some point. In the aftermath of the secret energy, there is no need to do anything yourself.

Irwin managed to recover, his heart beating loudly. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word. Cinderella stayed by his side honestly.

It's hard to imagine how good Cinderella's mentality is. Even in this situation, there is not much fear in her eyes. Instead, she clenches her fists and cheers for Irwin.

"Hold on! Irwin, your new book hasn't been published yet!"

Cinderella pulled Irwin's shoulders and tried to get him to stand up. Irwin's head felt as if he had been stuffed into a drum washing machine.

"Think about your journey to eternal life, think about that fire opal woman...at least think about your readers!"

Cinderella lifted Irwin's shoulders, but no matter how hard she tried, Irwin remained motionless, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only a numb body.

"Wake up! Irwin!"

Cinderella yelled at Irwin, and Irwin stared directly at Cinderella, as if he was staring at Cinderella's face, and as if he was staring at another person.

Palmer digested "Mang Yin's soul" and glanced at Irwin and Cinderella. He didn't pay much attention to their thoughts. At this time, he couldn't protect himself, let alone have enough energy to take care of these ordinary people. .

What Palmer can do is to end this dispute before more people die. Although he does not understand the relationship between Irvin, Nolen and the entire incident, Palmer still has a very good impression of Irvin. Not bad, but it's a pity that they met at the wrong time and place. If it were in a bar in Opos, Palmer wouldn't mind taking Irwin to play a board game.

Just as Palmer was about to jump downstairs and join the fight with the monsters, Cinderella gave Irvin a loud slap in the face. Since the name Irvin Fleischer could not wake him up, Cinderella decided to call Irvin's Another name.

"Wake up! Blue Jay!"

The name was like magic, and Irwin's cloudy and blurry eyes gradually became clear, and all the noise ebbed away.

Irwin recognized the girl in front of him and said, "Cinderella."

"Damn it! Stand up! Blue Jay!"

Cinderella felt that she was worried about Irwin. She awkwardly pulled his shoulders and tried every means to get him to stand up, but at this time the ground under her feet continued to tremble, and the fighting of the monsters on the next level was destroying the surrounding area. and dragged into destruction.

With a clicking sound, the ground beneath the two men tilted suddenly, and a huge mouth opened on one side, like a monster still lying in wait, opening its mouth from the ground.

At this time of life and death, another roar resounded.

"Blue Jay!"

Palmer stopped abruptly and stared directly at Irvin. Judging from Irvin's experience, this kind of look would only appear in two situations. One is when he is surprised. The other way to see a long-lost lover is to see a mortal enemy bearing a blood debt.

Palmer's voice was a little out of control, "You're a fucking blue jay!"

"Oh my god! How many enemies do you have!"

Cinderella complained to Irwin, grabbing onto the bumps in the ground to prevent herself from sliding down the sloping ground into the darkness.

Irwin also thrust out the dagger in time, nailed it into the ground, and hung his body on the sloping ground.

"I don't know," Irwin defended, "I've only met him twice!"

"We just met and we already had a bloody feud!"

"How would I know!"

Irwin didn't know what was wrong with Palmer. If there was really any grudge between them, he should have killed him just now. Why should he be so nervous at this time?

At this moment, Palmer felt his heart trembling. Everything was connected. It turned out that the blue jay had been beside him all along. Damn it!

A terrifying ether impact came from the next level, and this shock hammer completely defeated the crumbling ground. Amidst the screams of Irwin and Cinderella, they fell into the darkness uncontrollably.

Palmer was stunned for a second, and the next second the ether that should have been exhausted relied on the replenishment of "Mang Yin's soul" to squeeze out a certain amount of power.

Light tracks are densely covered, etching the whole body.

At this crazy banquet, some people are fighting for their ideals, some are fighting for their wives and daughters, some are fighting for their duties, and some are fighting for revenge.

At this moment, Palmer also had his own reason to fight for it, but if possible, he really didn't want to explain this reason to others.

"Damn it!"

Palmer railed against the adventures of his life, then dashed down to the next floor without hesitation to join the monsters' party.