Endless Debt

Boluogo took a deep breath. According to his past habits, after getting a new weapon, he would find a few unlucky people to test the strength of the weapon and increase their control over each other.

But this incident was too urgent and important, and Boluogo could only slightly break his expert qualities and turn this serious action into his own weapon for actual combat.

The effect is very good.

The Saw Axe has a strange attraction. Any flesh and blood injured by it will be poured into the ax blade, making its blood-stained surface even more smelly and dirty.

Bloodthirsty whispers came from the hand axe, and Boluogo vaguely heard a heartbeat like a war drum, and this heartbeat was gradually consistent with Boluogo's heartbeat frequency. It was even said that Boluogo was counterintuitively I came over and was affected by it, making my whole body extremely hot.

"What on earth are you?" Boluogo asked curiously in his heart.

Raising the hand axe, as enough blood was sacrificed, the dense serrations on the ax blade became clear. They were like the fangs of a monster, biting each other.

When fighting against the Silent Man, Bologo initially wanted to use his resentful bite to cut through the armor's defense, and then hit him hard with the hand axe. However, when the hand ax hit the Silent Man's armor, the serrated ax blade actually bit it tightly. Armor, accompanied by the sound of metal cutting and weird chewing sounds, it actually shattered the pitch-black armor.

On the one hand, Boluogo was frightened by the power brought by the saw axe, and on the other hand, he was also aware of its impact on himself.

Borogo became ineffective.

Just as Palmer thought, Boluogo can completely control this area, and even break through the opponent's moment soul threshold, directly control the blood in their bodies, and make them break through the flesh.

But Boluogo didn't do this. Instead, he was like a gladiator fighting to the death, fighting each other only with weapons and disdain to use other means.

This hand ax is affecting me in a subtle way. In order to enable me to better fight the enemy bravely, whenever Boluogo feels tired, it will transmit a force to eliminate Boluogo's fatigue and make him at his peak. The state, and even the physical pain, were all erased by it.

If Boluogo does not have strong enough willpower, under the control of this hand axe, he will undoubtedly become a bloodthirsty demon and engage in bloody battles with his enemies until the power resident in the hand ax is satisfied and until he is beheaded. .

Such violent power made Boluogo wonder which devil had blessed this weapon?

The sin of rage?

Under the control of the strange birds, the densely packed corpses stood up again. These strange creatures, even the corpses of the Silent Ones, were not spared.

The Silent One had already noticed Boluogo's movements, and he wanted to come over to intercept Boluogo himself, but the fourth seat, with the main force of the Secret Swordsmen, held them back.

The roaring explosions continued, and the high-pitched ether turbulence washed away the surrounding area. Boluogo watched as boulders collapsed and fell from the cliff one after another, and the buildings on them disappeared into the sea of ​​mist.

The corpses raised their firearms. Most of these weapons were alchemical weapons. As long as the weapons were not damaged, some of the corpses could be used to control Boluogo's advance.

This is indeed a powerful defense method, like a method that desperadoes would come up with, but Boluoge still noticed something was wrong.

Surrounded by the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword, the King's Shield Guards were destined to perish. However, they did not think about breaking out, but instead resisted tenaciously, as if they were stalling for time.

Boluogo thought of something and charged forward decisively, rushing into the enemy group.

The hand ax slashed forward suddenly, embedded in the soldier's shoulder, and sank into his chest. He was already dead, but under the control of the strange bird, the body was still fighting.

The strange bird roared desperately and tried to tear off Boluogo's hand axe. The resentful bite immediately swept over and tore the abdomen of the corpse immediately, and blood spattered all over the floor.

The strange bird screamed miserably, and the sword and ax tore the corpse into a bloody mist, and then its screams suddenly stopped.

The battle became more and more violent and crazy. Boluogo's sword and ax kept scratching on the flesh, stirring up streams of hot blood.

The sound of wind caused by each swing will make people emit a hair-raising sound.

Palmer shouted at Boluogo, but Boluogo couldn't hear what he was shouting. There were only these endless enemies in front of him.

At this time, the secretion of adrenaline caused a feverish and crazy pleasure to surge through Boluogo's body. This pleasure cannot be described in words. His nerves seemed to be washed away by the morbid pleasure, his breathing became rapid, and his throat kept making sounds. The dull moan sounded like a mad beast.

"Damn it!" shouted Palmer. "Bologo! Bologo!"

Palmer sensed something was wrong with Burlogo. They were here to perform a mission, not to massacre, but no matter how he called, Burlogo did not respond.

As for stepping forward to stop him, to be honest, facing the brutal killing, Palmer didn't have the courage to move forward for a while.

Boluogo's thinking became chaotic, and he had completely lost awareness of any details around him, as if he existed only for killing.

A scarlet blood path was printed under Boluogo's feet. He relied on his own strength to kill through the entire enemy group with only his sword and axe. The blood mist rose in the air, and the mist also boiled.

Boluogo's violent state has completely exceeded the normal limit, and his heart has been twisted to the extreme. It is like a foreign god possessing him, worming his way into his body and controlling his every impulse and every decision.

His body was hot and he was shaking with excitement, as if the whole world was shrouded in blood and death, and only an escalating battle could free him.

cheer!

Boluogo held bloody weapons in his hands, and the smell of death and blood continued to come from his fingertips. This pleasure was like a desolate wind, sweeping across the battlefield crazily. He couldn't help shouting, feeling all the Blood flows through every cell in the body, like the liberation of a violent mind.

"wrong……"

Boluogo suddenly spoke, and the sword and ax he was swinging at high speed suddenly stopped and hung in mid-air.

In the permeating blood mist, Boluogo, who had been furious just now, suddenly stopped. His abnormal behavior caused even the strange birds to stop attacking for a while.

Although they are hateful alchemical creatures, their only biological instincts still remind them of the terror of their opponents.

"Are you talking to me?" Bologg looked around at the broken limbs, and then held the saw ax in front of him, "Are you trying to dominate me?"

In an inadvertent moment of the battle, the power of the Brutal Saw Axe had penetrated into Bologo's mind. It made Bologo invincible. All Bologo needed to deliver to it was blood and death.

The heart-beating resonance like a war drum continues.

Bologo took a deep breath, and in the next second the resentful bite quickly slashed across the hand axe, and at the same time Bologo's secret energy began to expand.

Cyan light tracks spread all over the hand axe. It was completely under Bologo's force, and then the resentful bite cut through the ax blade, leaving a scar-like sword mark on the mottled metal surface.

Bologo said to himself in front of the handaxe, "I don't hate bloodthirsty killings, but the premise is that we can distinguish between work and leisure."

"do you understand what I mean?"

Boluogo said, the glow of the alchemical matrix covered his arm, the ether amplification blessed the resentment bite, and the dark sword tip gently rested on the ax blade.

In response to Boluogo, there were waves of mental shocks.

Boluogo saw many phantoms, and countless sane and clear minds fell into tyrannical control and fell into madness.

Their psychological changes were directly reflected in Boluogo's heart. Their suspicious and violent desires, and under the influence of the sadistic saw axe, their souls were slowly controlled by the indescribable devil.

My thoughts become confused, and contradictions, worries and fears are constantly intertwined in my mind.

Boluogo saw that those who were dominated began to inflict fear and abuse on all life around them, and began to mercilessly kill and ravage innocent people.

The minds of mortals began to become diseased. They liked to look at those frightened expressions and enjoy their pain and fear. Under the increasingly twisted desires, the pitiful minds continued to explore deeper into the darkness, looking for the source of the power.

Until the soul is defiled, transformed, and devoured.

Boluogo's eyes began to blur, and after a moment they became clear again. He asked, "Is that all?"

The inexplicable roar echoed in Boluogo's mind, and Boluogo laughed contemptuously. The bite slowly pressed down, leaving another deepening scar on the hand axe.

"I repeat, you are just a tool."

Boluogo instinctively activated the terrifying soul, and his temperament instantly changed, turning into an evil spirit that came from the night.

"I don't mind using blood to maintain weapons, but the premise is that you can complete the task efficiently.

Do you understand it? "

I haven't looked at the backstage much recently, and I just noticed the alliance leader. I'm sorry.