Endless Debt

Compared to the raging war outside, the inside of the Mist Abyss Fortress was extremely peaceful. The Shadow King wiped his weapon. This sword had not been unsheathed for too many years. Even the alchemy weapon appeared on the edge of the metal. A little bit of rust.

Continuous footsteps could be heard from all around. Except for the calm where the Shadow King was, there was a busy look all around. Everyone was doing their best to prepare defenses to deal with the invasion of the fourth seat.

The third seat quickly walked out of the darkness. As a deformed child, his actions depended on his dominant object, and his dominant object, the Silver Knight, looked almost exactly the same. It was difficult to distinguish the third seat from them. Xi's true identity.

"We can't stop it," said Seat 3, bringing the bad news.

The Shadow King lowered his head and focused on the blade in his hand, "Shrink the defense line and lead them here."

The third seat was silent for a moment. He glanced at the Shadow King and then at the strange existence crawling in the darkness. He nodded, faithfully carried out the Shadow King's order, and left quickly.

"Do you want to turn this place into a decisive battle?" Mammon asked.

"It's just part of the plan," the Shadow King said. "Are you ready for the plague of decay?"

Mammon said, "Any time."

He was a little puzzled, "Why not detonate it immediately? Although the plague of decay was destroyed a lot by Boluogo and his party, the remaining part alone was enough to defeat their offensive."

"No...not enough."

The Shadow King shook his head, then laughed contemptuously, "Do you think the King's Secret Sword only sent out these powers?"

"how?"

The Shadow King stood up slowly. His body was on the verge of death and his soul was about to be destroyed. Even if he had the power of the Glorious One, he could not exert much of it.

Just like those undead who have lagged behind the times, the way to make up for their shortcomings is simple. All they need is a powerful enough alchemical weapon.

"I believe that the King's Secret Sword not only sent the fourth seat and the red dog."

The Shadow King said with great certainty, "I know my old rival very well. He is a suspicious person. He will only feel at ease when he sees me beheaded and my body burned to ashes with his own eyes."

He stared into Mammon's eyes and whispered, "At this moment, the First Seat is in Oath City Opos. He may have sneaked into the Great Rift, or he may be outside the Mist Abyss Fortress."

Seeing Mammon's silence, the Shadow King laughed hoarsely, "At this time, there is no need to be secretive. You and I both know that the Scarlet Matron controls the King of Terror, and then controls the King's Secret Sword. I simply don't know. It’s not the betrayers, they are the betrayers.”

"What are you going to do?" Mammon realized that the Shadow King seemed to be about to escape his control.

"It's simple. If I die, then everyone will know the truth about the Bloody Night."

The Shadow King coughed a few times, blood dripping from under his silver mask.

"I should have done this a long time ago. Unfortunately, I am a pedantic and conservative person. For the ridiculous royal honor, I have kept this secret to this day... What a joke."

He smiled bitterly and said, "We Kogadel people are all like this, aren't we? It seems like we are lagging behind the times."

"But there is no way... I have always felt that this is my war, my own revenge. If I just obey, it will feel like admitting defeat.

I don't want to admit defeat. "

"But you've already considered admitting defeat," Mammon said.

"One has to be fully prepared. It's better to lose both ways than to let him win." The Shadow King didn't care.

Another burst of footsteps came, and Morrison walked out of the darkness and saluted the Shadow King, "The others are ready."

The Shadow King said, "Okay, I understand."

Morrison then returned to the darkness, and the remaining shield guards had been fully mobilized and guarded every corner of the Mist Abyss Fortress, preparing to meet the enemy.

Mammon asked, "Are you sure you want to fight to the death here?"

"Who knows?" Shadow King did not reveal his true thoughts.

Mammon said, "You don't trust me?"

The Shadow King seemed to have heard some kind of joke. He almost laughed and leaned back, "Are you serious? Mammon."

"You are a devil. Can anyone really trust a devil completely? Not to mention, you are the most unpredictable among devils."

The Shadow King knows enough about devils, "I have met many devils, and you and Leviathan are the two that I can't understand the most."

Because of their original sin tendency, the devil's code of conduct has a certain direction that can be guessed. But Mammon is different. His greed is too vague. In order to maximize his interests, his behavior is changeable and weird, just like Levi In this way, because he is too jealous of something, his behavior will become unscrupulous.

In comparison, other devils are easier to guess. At least you can vaguely guess their thoughts.

"This sounds really sad, after all I have done to help you." Mammon said.

"Help me and then coerce me?" Shadow King shook his head, "Stop pretending, Mammon, you and I are just a cold deal."

The Shadow King stretched out his hand, "Do what you have to do."

The darkness boiled, and along with sharp laughter, a dark palm suddenly stretched out from the shadow at the Shadow King's feet and grabbed his palm.

There was a violent corrosion sound, and the gauntlet worn by the Shadow King was quickly corroded into dense pits. The thick tar penetrated the metal protection and left a mark on the Shadow King's palm.

"We're settled."

With these words behind him, Mammon disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the Shadow King alone to face the coming war.

The Shadow King stared at the mark on his palm for a long time, and an uneasy thought emerged in his heart.

"He guessed what I was going to do."

The Shadow King said to himself, and then laughed. Thinking about it, if he could deceive Mammon with a few fragile words, then he would be underestimating the devil, and it would be too contrary to his own heart.

If he were as fragile as his words, the Shadow King wouldn't have lasted until this moment.

"Let's see who of us can win this time."

Before he finished speaking, a roaring explosion resounded, and the Shadow King once again saw the umbilical cord extending from his body. It continued to travel through the building, and finally connected to another person whose fate was entangled.

…

The ruined round castle located on the cliff was once a magnificent castle, but now it has been eroded by the traces of time and war and turned into a decadent ruin.

Thick fog and fungus vines covered its surface, adding a strange and mysterious atmosphere. Here, it seemed that every corner was filled with a bottomless darkness and terror.

The real enemy of this battle is hiding in this majestic ruins. Although it is dilapidated, it still exudes a cold aura.

The two figures walked one behind the other, walking quickly, the breeze covering up their footsteps, like elegant shadows.

The outer wall of Wuyuan Fortress was completely ruined by the erosion of time, and the stones on the wall were cracked, as if a slightly harder attack could bring it down.

There are vines and curved branches spreading among the old walls and iron frames. They sway little by little with the breeze, and the sound of wood and steel rubbing against each other makes people feel uneasy.

There are several steep steps at the edge of the ruins. These stone steps have obvious signs of wear and tear. It seems that many people have walked here.

"What a big change," Palmer sighed. "It wasn't like this when I came here last time."

As he said that, Palmer glanced at Boluogo's back. Sometimes he felt that the other person was extremely strange, and sometimes, he felt that he was extremely familiar.

Now this place has completely turned into an inaccessible wasteland. Under this terrifying and deep scene, it seems that countless ghosts are wandering here. There is a strange and stinky atmosphere in the air, which makes people think of the blood here. history.

After a short march, a high wall full of cracks blocked their way.

"Are you sure that's it?"

"What else? Do you still want to knock on the door?" Boluoge said, raising his hand axe. "Hello? Is this the Mist Abyss Fortress? I have your express... Is that what you mean?"

"No, no, no, I mean, why don't we sneak in for a while?"

"Stealth? This place has become a frontal battlefield. How do you want to sneak?"

Bologo said as he glanced behind him. The thick mist had been swept away by the stirring ether, and the battle fluctuations of the King's Secret Swords could be felt even here.

"hurry up!"

After the roaring explosion, Boluogo kicked down the crumbling wall and strode into the Mist Abyss Fortress.

"What's the plan?"

Palmer also entered a fighting state, and the enemies he faced later were not the miscellaneous soldiers outside.

"The plan is to find the Shadow King first, then send a signal and ask the King's Secret Sword to come and kill him. If you encounter Morrison first, then kill Morrison first."

Boluogo strode forward with an ax in his right hand and a sword in his left hand.

"How do we find Morrison?"

When Morrison was mentioned, Palmer became fierce and eager to try.

After hearing this, Boluoge paused in his progress, then turned his head and asked in a subtle tone.

“Have you ever heard of the exhaustive method?”

"You know, does it have anything to do with this?"

"It's very simple. Kill everyone you see. When you dig through the bodies, you will always find a guy named Morrison."

As Bologe spoke, he spread the ether and wielded secret energy. The virtual realm still covered the ruins, but the overall strength was much weaker. It was still difficult for Bologe to control it, but it was smoother than before. A lot.

Relying on his perception of the surrounding area, Boluogo immediately discerned how many enemies were hidden here. What only made Boluogo feel that something was wrong was that there was a blood energy lingering in this dead ruin for some reason.

Suddenly, an etheric reaction rose from the front. Before Bologg could react, Palmer decisively pulled the trigger, and the alchemical warhead shot into the darkness, with a clear collision sound with flesh and blood.

Flying together with the alchemy slug, there was also the hand ax thrown by Boluogo. The two hit the enemy in the darkness one after the other.

The snake scale liquid was shaped into a chain, allowing Boluogo's throw to be waved at an infinite distance, pulling the chain, and the hand ax quickly returned, dragging a pierced body.

While gliding, Bologo used the ability to control blood. The blood spilled from the enemy's mouth and nose turned into sharp blood blades. When the hand ax fell back into Bologo's hand, the enemy's corpse also turned into pieces on the ground. , blood smeared all over the floor.

"The first-stage Sublime One," Boluogo kicked the corpse, and a little ether remained on the flesh and blood. "The ones outside are here to delay time. All the shield guards are hiding here."

Palmer glanced at the corpse and whispered, "They are no longer a threat to you."

"It's just a difference in rank."

When the first-stage Sublime Ones stepped into Boluogo's control, they were already walking corpses...just like when Xilin invaded the Kenshi.

Under the indiscriminate control of Xilin, the brutal Ether killed almost all personnel below the authority within range.

A brutal massacre.

After many years, Bologo brought another massacre.

Not far into the depth, Boluogo successively eliminated several "lost" enemies, using an ax to break their armor, and then using a sharp sword blade to sweep across and split their bodies. Blood spurted out, covering the entire body. The lanes were dyed red.

In the narrow street fighting, Boluogo used his unique blood control ability to quickly slaughter all the enemies. However, as the two went deeper, the enemy's resistance became stronger and the battle became more intense. It was a tragic scene of the enemy's broken limbs and arms and blood spurting out.

Until now, Boluogo has not encountered any enemies of the same rank, not even a few believers. After checking the corpses, these fallen guys don't look like shield guards, but rather they don't look like shield guards. Know where to hire mercenaries from.

This is normal. Under the protection of Mammon, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce will open its doors to the King's Shield Guards. Those crazy merchants sell everything, not to mention slaves and mercenaries bound by blood contracts.

Long before the timeline was disrupted, Borogo had encountered similar enemies.

"Is he waiting for me?"

Boluogo stood in a pool of blood, looking down at the dark umbilical cord extending from his abdomen. The direction of the umbilical cord's connection had not changed since he entered the Mist Abyss Fortress.

It seemed that the Shadow King had been staying where he was, waiting for their arrival.

"Maybe he doesn't want to hide anymore and wants to have a decisive battle with us?"

Palmer squinted his eyes and barely made out the umbilical cord. The connection between him and the Shadow King is not strong.

"A decisive battle in this situation? It feels the same as waiting to die."

Boluogo said softly, "He will not give up so easily. Don't forget that so far, the plague of decay has not yet detonated... He may be luring the enemy deeper."

"Just like King Solomon once did..." Palmer suddenly thought.

"What's wrong?"

"The fall of the Holy City," Palmer explained, "King Solomon defended it until the last moment. When the coalition forces accumulated the greatest strength, a ray of light ended everything."

Palmer guessed, "I think the Shadow King is going to do the same thing and make the events of this land happen again."

Boluogo paused. He felt that Palmer's guess made some sense. It was better to lose both sides than to lose alone. Bologo knew the thoughts of these desperadoes very well.

"Palmer, you need to leave if necessary, just like I asked you to leave last time."

Boluogo's voice was serious. He was not joking. "I think the decision-making room should have anticipated the Shadow King's behavior, so they negotiated and let the King's Secret Sword be responsible for the general attack... The result of this battle will only be Both sides suffer.”

"Suicide Squad." Palmer repeated the word.

"I am an immortal, I have no worries, but you are different," Boluogo confessed. "You were not included in this operation. I asked you to be added to it."

"You're going to die with your good brother, right?" Palmer exclaimed, "I knew it!"

From the moment of the massacre, Palmer realized one thing. His existence would only hinder Boluogo's actions. With the advantage of the undead, he could fight all the way to the depths of the Mist Abyss Fortress and find Shadow. King, fire off the flare.

After that, it didn't matter whether Boluogo lived or died. That would be the job of the King's Secret Sword. But with a mortal body like his, the raid became more constrained.

"I just want you to deal with Morrison with your own hands," Bologo explained his reasons. "After dealing with Morrison, you can leave and don't look back."

Palmer was stunned. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He scratched his head and scratched his head, and could only hold back these few words.

"Is this a way of caring for people that is unique to a violent murderer?"

Because it was too weird, Palmer actually wanted to laugh. He adopted a ridiculous tone and said, "Come on, Palmer, this guy is a birthday gift prepared for you, kill him quickly!"

“I’ve been trying to be more empathetic lately and empathize with other people’s feelings.”

Bologg moved forward while activating his secret energy. Where Palmer couldn't see it, there was the roar of the wall moving. He guessed that there must be many unlucky people who were now crushed into a pulp.

"Actually, I think I have this ability, but my empathy is limited to the feelings in my mind. You know, I'm not very good at expressing this kind of thing." Boluogo said seriously.

There were bursts of gunfire from the front, and the next second a torrent of metal ran through the corridor. Palmer decisively ducked into the corner on one side, while Bologo pounced towards the enemy group.

Palmer yelled amid the gunfire, "So you're trying to...express yourself?"

"That's about it," Bologg asked, "What do you think?"

Boluogo turned around quickly, and the hand ax and sword blade wreaked havoc on the enemy, constantly making heart-rending sounds, as well as loud explosions from time to time and the terrifying stabbing sound of flesh and blood being separated.

The corridor was littered with corpses, the enemy's broken limbs and bruises were everywhere. A scorching stream of fire rose at the end of the dim corridor. Before Boluogo could react, Palmer summoned Xiao Feng, They were rushing through the corridor, and the strong air currents hit the roaring waves of flames, which actually stopped their progress for a moment.

Several alchemical warheads were accurately fired into the fire. A few seconds later, the fireworks went out, a dull sound was heard, and several more corpses fell down, lifeless.

Palmer walked out of the corner, followed closely behind Burlogo, his revolver lowered, and he ignored the corpses on the ground, looking thoughtful.

It wasn't a good time to think, but they were both good at multitasking.

As Bologg broke through the iron gate and entered the next area, Palmer expressed his thoughts.

"It's not bad...it's a little weird, but it's not bad." He said while nodding.

Passing through the broken iron gate, Palmer stood on a high place. In the open field below, Boluogo was already fighting with several shield guards. After dealing with many mercenaries, they finally met some decent opponents.

"One person with authority and two believers. Is this all there is?"

In the fierce collision of ether currents, Boluogo pondered and thought. He felt more and more that something was wrong in the Mist Abyss Fortress. This vague sense of unknown made it difficult for Boluogo to relax.

"Damn it! There's another guy!"

Jesse warned the others while avoiding Boluogo's fierce attack.

As the only person with power in the team, Jesse felt tremendous pressure the moment he fought against Boluogo, a kind of pressure of death.

If they were ordinary power-bearers, the three of them would cooperate with each other and be able to kill their opponents in a few rounds of fighting. However, Boluogo's offensive was too deadly, and those who were suppressed in turn could only flee in panic.

Bologo's swings were extremely fast. Jesse almost relied on instinct to avoid the slashes of swords and axes. But every time they thought they had escaped Bologo's slashes, the ground began to squirm, accompanied by Bologe's attacks. Swing it in the air, and dense spikes will burst out from the ground, amplifying Bologo's attack and splashing damage to others.

Now that Palmer has appeared, heavier pressure has been put on several people. No one knows how many people have invaded the Mist Abyss Fortress. Jesse regards Bologo as the advance team of the King's Secret Sword.

Soon they discovered that Palmer had no desire to participate in the battle. Instead, he was like an audience, admiring their fight with Boluogo. In addition, no backup arrived, and it seemed that there were only two of them here.

"This can't go on any longer."

Jesse whispered in his heart, and then he roared at Bologo.

The roaring roar shook Boluogo's mind, but it only shook for a moment. It was also at this moment that Jesse began to counterattack.

If they flee with their backs turned to Bologo, they will only be brutally killed by him. Their only chance of survival is to hold on and wait for the support of others.

Secret Energy·Wolf's Wrath.

Borogo heard the roar of the earthquake and the sound of tearing flesh. Everything went dark and then brightened violently.

The beast is quickly waking up.

Excessive ether was filled into the muscles, and Jesse's body expanded rapidly. The skin seemed to be unable to restrain the wildly growing flesh and blood. Scarlet growth lines broke one by one on the body surface, and the violent cracking sound echoed like a landslide.

Jesse's eyes had turned scarlet, and his tentacle-like beard and hair were as hard as swords. An indescribable impulse was constantly surging in his heart, and he inadvertently let out a blood-curdling roar.

"The person in charge of the Ascension School," Boluogo analyzed, "the roar can affect the spirit, the speed is greatly increased, and the power is not yet clear."

He threw out the resentment bite fiercely, and the sword blade came like a spear.