Endless Debt

When faced with an insurmountable dilemma, different people have different ways of dealing with it. Some people will fall into the dilemma and resign themselves to their fate, while others will try their best to solve the crisis.

Boluogo is different from the above. Whenever he encounters an insurmountable dilemma, the first thing he thinks of is...

Turn over the table!

Destroying the terrain when encountering difficulties sounds a bit path-dependent, but I have to admit that this method is really useful, especially in a complex and crumbling place like Mist Abyss Fortress.

Bologo unleashed his secret power, rapidly expanding the scope of his control. Every ray of ether power drilled into the ground like a rivet. Bologg grabbed the chains connecting the rivets and connected them all. And tore into pieces.

Secret energy·Government edict.

In an instant, the entire area shook violently, the walls began to crack, stones and tiles scattered everywhere, and the ground cracked, creating bulging boulders and deep whirlpools.

The feathers of light washed over Boluogo's body, leaving his armor riddled with holes. At the same time, Boluogo became the core of the collapsing vortex, devouring the buildings within it.

The ceiling of the entire hall began to collapse, and thick stones and wooden beams fell and smashed into pieces, making a loud and ear-piercing sound. The green ether glow rolled out from the cracks, covering the masonry like a ghost.

The cracks in the ground spread to Hernan's feet, and the secret energy and one-way arrows gave him powerful lethality, but other than that, he was no different from an ordinary believer.

The thick smoke and rubble that rolled up obscured Borogo's figure, and the sloping ground also made it difficult for Hernan to launch an attack accurately. He could only jump forward between the collapsed cracks to avoid being buried by the rubble.

Many screams rang out, and many soldiers and condensers failed to escape the falling boulders. They were directly smashed into the next layer of the ground, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

As the ground tilted, the huge flesh-and-blood creation also began to topple over. It hit the wall on one side heavily, further accelerating the destruction of this place.

Morrison's roar sounded, and he had realized who Bologo was, the man who almost destroyed the Mist Abyss Fortress, and now he is here again, vowing to destroy this place.

The force of the earthquake became stronger and stronger. A long section of the wall collapsed, sandwiching huge rocks and tiles, and was cut into forest-like debris. Heavy wooden beams and stones flew everywhere in the fortress, covering the entire building. body.

In the collapsing rainstorm, Morrison had no time to care about Hernan. Even he could only rely on the lift provided by the light feathers to quickly move among the gravel and move towards Boluogo. Fast approach.

Morrison had to stop the destruction, and the feathers of light erupted again. Under the guidance of the Chain Sword, they gathered into a flashing torrent, rushing straight towards Bologo's location.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the top of the head, as if something was falling towards here. The next moment, the sharp spire broke through the layers of the ground and crashed down like a torrent, blocking the torrent of light feathers and Boluo Ge. between.

The bright light exploded in front of Boluogo's eyes, stinging him to tears. At the same time, a sense of emptiness emerged from the bottom of his heart. Large-scale control consumed Boluogo's ether extremely violently, not to mention, This place is covered with a layer of virtual domain.

So no matter how fragile this layer of virtual realm is, it will eventually bring some resistance and increase the difficulty of Boluogo's destruction.

"piece of cake."

Boluogo thought to himself that he was waiting for the moment when Morrison came to kill him. The protection and the soul-sucking soul were already ready, and Morrison would become his supply for the next round of more intense battles. .

The spire has turned into rubble, and a strong stream of light overflows from the gap, as if a sun is approaching at high speed.

Bologo's rule severely damaged the structure of the fortress. The stone pillars fell down like tree trunks, the stone slabs were torn into pieces, and various sharp objects covered the wreckage.

In the rising storm, Hernan was exhausted running for his life, but the destruction enveloped everything. Hernan soon realized that he had no way to escape. He could only keep jumping to high places to avoid collapse. The ground swallowed him up.

Hernan grabbed a handful of gravel and activated the power of the one-way arrow. With a roaring explosion, the gravel flew a few meters before completely evaporating. However, the terrifying kinetic energy it carried was still easily destroyed. The huge boulder blocking the road in front of him.

With his chest rising and falling violently, Hernan noticed the passage of ether. Although the power of the one-way arrow was powerful, in addition to its many limitations, it also consumed extremely terrible amounts of ether.

For example, Hernan's ammunition reserve is carried based on his ether consumption. When he throws all the spikes, his ether should be almost consumed.

"What bad luck!"

Hernan complained in a low voice. In previous battles, his spikes had been very threatening, but now Bologo had lifted the table and stopped playing. In this case, Hernan had no spare power to shoot Bologg. It was even said that without Boluogo taking the initiative to attack, a huge boulder might kill Hernan.

"Crazy move."

Hernan evaluated Burlogo's move in his heart. This action could indeed break the deadlock, but Burlogo undoubtedly put his teammates in danger, and maybe Palmer had been smashed to death.

The tension eased slightly, and Hernan suddenly found that he had lost control of his body and fell straight into the ruins.

what happened?

Hernan couldn't understand, but soon a heartbreaking pain spread from his ankle, and he saw a flat wound that had cut off his tendons at some point, and blood could not stop flowing out.

After a brief daze, Hernan immediately rolled his body and hid in the corner of the smoke. Enduring the severe pain, he checked his body for any other fatal wounds.

Under the influence of the collapse, the roaring sound of falling covered up the hum of the flying knives, and the scratches caused by the gravel on the body also made Hernan ignore the weak pain at first.

Palmer is not dead, he is hiding around, trying to hunt himself.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Hernan kept cursing, and now he too was being dragged into a slow death.

If he continues to stay here, the boulder will hit Hernan to death sooner or later, allowing him to break out. With his ankle injured, it becomes extremely difficult for him to move, not to mention that Palmer is still hunting.

Hernan soon made a decision. He gripped the spike tightly, and since he was going to die no matter what, he vowed to take Palmer with him.

Holding on to the swaying wall, Hernan stood up with difficulty. He realized that Palmer was good at etheric shielding, and his offensive would not have been so silent without his attack.

"Is this a plan?"

While talking to himself, Hernan felt a sense of fear. He originally thought that Boluogo's atrocities were just an act of madness, but now it seems that he was acting to cooperate with his partner.

Borogo not only divided the battlefield, but also gave the advantage of the battlefield to their side.

Hernan tried to stay calm, his eyes wandering repeatedly among the raised dust. Both of them were deadly assassins, so he and Palmer only had one chance to attack. Whoever launched the offensive first would win.

The spirit was highly concentrated and the blood flowed very fast. In a trance, Hernan realized that the changes in things had become slower. He could clearly see the falling gravel and the trajectory of the smoke. He even noticed from this chaotic change. A hint of strange behavior.

Smoke and dust suddenly billowed up in one place, and at the same time, a blurry black shadow quickly emerged.

Hernan almost instinctively wanted to shoot the spike and penetrate the black shadow, but at the last moment when he raised his hand, he stopped abruptly.

Thousands of thoughts roared in Hernan's mind.

No matter how fast and deadly the spikes are, when launching, Hernan has a forward swing to apply force to the spikes. Therefore, the gap between the frequency of his attacks is Hernan's dead center.

What if this black shadow is just a feint by Palmer? What if I make a wrong judgment? Covered in smoke, Hernan had no idea where he had hit. What if the hit failed to kill Palmer?

Hernan's mind went blank, and then he threw the spike.

The alchemical metal and the air were violently friction, and a series of sonic booms made people's ears ring. Then a fireball cloud was generated along the trajectory, and was pulled into a red line of fire by the high-speed airflow.

The line of fire penetrated the smoke, the smoke and dust spread out, and a speeding boulder was instantly penetrated and shattered.

The roaring ether reaction rose from Hernan's side. Just as he guessed, it was Palmer's feint attack. At the same time, in the corner of his vision, Hernan could already see the flying debris. Between the rocks, a figure approaches at high speed.

Hernan's expression was tense, and then he laughed suddenly.

This is not the first time Hernan has encountered such a dangerous situation, nor is it the first time he has faced an enemy attack at such a close range. Hernan found that in high-intensity battles, due to excessive concentration, Concentration, many times, people overlook some very simple things.

For example, Hernan has two hands. For example, he can throw many spikes at once.

Hernan's body fell to one side, and he rotated vigorously along with his body. His other hand grabbed the spikes at his waist, while the other hand that had already grabbed several spikes used all his strength. The earth threw spikes in the direction of the rising ether.

Palmer was still too impetuous. He won this round by himself.

Hernan's heart was extremely ecstatic. Even if the smoke and dust enveloped Palmer's body and he couldn't see the specific target, it didn't matter. Multiple spikes were like shotguns, weaving a web of death. Palmer There is no escape.

The roar of the angry wind sounded, and the surging air broke through the smoke and dust, revealing Palmer. The dense line of fire was advancing towards him at high speed from all directions, but Palmer actually had no intention of avoiding it.

Palmer stood there and kept throwing the knife.

The next moment, under Hernan's disbelieving gaze, all the red lines accurately rubbed against the outline of Palmer's body, and they failed to even scratch.

"How can it be!"

Hernan felt as if he had seen a ghost. He knew the existence of luck, but he had never thought that someone could be so lucky. It was as if the goddess of luck kissed his cheek, and all the arrows directed towards him would be deflected.

After the blood line bloomed along his neck, Hernan's anger suddenly stopped. He held the blood gurgling from his throat and looked at Palmer with wide eyes. Then the boulder fell, smashing his figure into the into the ruins below.

Palmer stood there with a calm look on his face, but huge waves were rising in his heart at this moment, and belated fear scratched his heart.

There was a dull pain on the surface of the skin. Palmer rubbed his numb cheek, and then raised his wrist.

On the twelve-sided dice, the gem on the side with the number ten was completely dimmed.

Palmer murmured to himself, "Huh...is this a big success?"

Combat between the Sublime Ones is extremely deadly, with life and death decided in the blink of an eye, and while Palmer beheads Hernan, Borogo continues to inflict destruction and confronts Morrison.

Morrison was going crazy, constantly throwing out light feathers, regardless of the consumption of ether. He had to stop Boluogo, and Boluogo was like a suicidal attack. He completely ignored his light feathers and only focused on destroying the earth.

Mist Abyss Fortress was once a magnificent and magnificent building, but now, it has faced disasters one after another, until today, it has ushered in complete destruction.

The shock spread in all directions, and even the place where the Shadow King was was affected.

First there was a thunderous sound in the ears, and then a terrible earthquake began.

At first, the arches on the building began to tremble. Their foundation support had been destroyed and could not support their weight. Gradually, the arches began to collapse, rushing to the ground like a huge stone wall, and huge stones were spread all over the ground. It hit the surrounding buildings, making a dull roar, and the stone pillars on the side began to shake violently. The patterns and carvings on the stone pillars began to break and collapse. Finally, the stone pillars collapsed, scattering white dust and gravel, rolling around.

The Shadow King looked down at the umbilical cord extending from his abdomen, and he knew who was coming.

As the earthquake intensified, the building structure gradually collapsed, and some floors began to collapse. Stones and slabs fell downwards, forming a larger pile of rubble.

Tide-like ether surged in Bologo's body, and the entire building flowed like magma, constantly deforming and twisting, making people dizzy.

The details carved on the solid stone surface are in ruins, and the picture looks scattered and messy, exuding a strong sense of uneasiness. In the end, it turns into a pile of ruins, full of cracked slates, wood, and chaotic and intertwined steel bars.

It all seemed so crazy and devastating until the whole building became dead and silent.

Boluogo gasped in pain. This round of control consumed most of his ether. Fortunately, he noticed the disappearance of Hernan's ether reaction. Palmer did not let himself down and solved the guy.

As for the other soldiers and condensers, under this fatal destruction, most of them were buried in the ruins. Even if they were alive, they didn't have much fighting power left.

After moving his stiff body, Morrison's furious voice was close at hand.

Speaking of which, this method was really effective. It not only destroyed buildings and terrain, but also eliminated most of the enemies. Even the huge and weird flesh and blood creations were buried under the boulders, leaving only some scarlet touches. Limbs, struggling to move under the stone slab.

This is what Boluogo learned from Xilin. Boluogo, who has the power of powerful control, is like an extraordinary bomb. As long as he can overcome the restrictions of the virtual realm, he can destroy the castle and palace at any time.

Boluogo sometimes thought that when he became stronger and the ether concentration continued to rise, he would transform into a walking extraordinary disaster.

When the collapse ended, the furious stream of light tore apart the cover between the buildings, and Morrison appeared in front of Boluogo, wearing wings of light, like an angel.

Borogo wanted to rip his wings off.

"asshole!"

Morrison cursed angrily, and dense feathers of light erupted.

Faint rays of light emerged one after another. As the speed increased, the intensity of the rays of light rose sharply, and these rays of light gradually merged together to form a bright beam of light that seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth.

Boluogo tightened his grip on his sword and axe, and placed the ether amplification on his legs, always ready to travel at the same high speed.

The light beam seemed to be alive, bending and pulling during the flight, forming a special winding and undulating path. Boluogo crushed the ground, and his figure swept towards Morrison's side at high speed, while the light feathers Continue the pursuit under the guidance of the Lock Sword.

Countless beams of light flew along the ground, and the ether contained in them began to distort reality. The strong friction and speed produced high temperatures. The water evaporated instantly in the air, causing tiny electric sparks to be generated in the air. The magnificent sea tide enveloped Boluogo. .

Boluogo jumped up quickly and nimbly moved between the beams of light, like a cheetah crossing the grassland.

The beam of light reflected in Boluogo's eyes into brilliant stars, and these starlights were still magnifying rapidly, falling on the ruins aside. Boluogo used the power of his feet to make short jumps, flexibly changing his center of gravity and landing point, so that his body could Quickly adapt to the direction change of the beam and draw an arc in the air.

As the light beam moves, Boluogo's pace also adjusts. He jumps, steps, and spins. He constantly changes speed and direction, as agile as an ice ballet dancer. Each step is mastered with extreme precision, and he can even perform at the highest speed. Complete continuous transformations in a small space.

While moving between the beams, Bologo also maintained high-speed movement and smooth turns. The snake scale liquid formed one iron spear after another, and was thrown like thunder by Bologo along with the stage.

Morrison avoided the bombardment of the iron spear. He did not expect that with the guidance of the Lock Sword, Bologo could easily avoid the bombardment of the beam.

Just as he was about to further bombard Boluogo, he suddenly found that Boluogo had disappeared and the beams had lost their target. Their speed began to slow down and disintegrated into pieces of light feathers. Then they seemed to have found their target again. , running towards Morrison.

Just when Morrison was confused about what was happening, he saw the chain extending from the secret sword swinging behind him.

The moment he turned his head, Morrison saw a ghostly face.

Bologo was so good at feinting, and the phantom dagger was wrapped in the iron spear he threw. The moment the replacement was completed, the terrifying appearance exploded, shocking Morrison's mind.

Morrison was stunned for a second, and it was only for this second that the saw-axe was swung down and split open his shoulder.

The fully awakened saw-axe bit Morrison's body like a wild beast. The jagged ax blades were like the fangs of a monster. They were actually squirming and interlaced, biting hard and making a harsh sound. cutting sound.

Under the dual influence of the Horrible Soul Appearance and the Crushing Saw Axe, Morrison wailed uncontrollably as he watched such a horrific scene happen to him.

Morrison is a proud and arrogant guy, but the horror of Boluogo completely destroyed his self-confidence, and he went crazy like an ordinary person.

The ether exploded, and Morrison tried to wave the feathers of light to repel Boluogo, but the ether just surged up for a moment before collapsing and leaking out, as if a loophole appeared in his own alchemical matrix.

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul.

While the Brutal Saw Axe was eating Morrison's flesh and blood, Bologo was plundering Morrison's ether. Seeing his horrified look, Bologo laughed wildly.

The saw-axe gnawed away at the muscles and ligaments on his shoulders, exposing the white color of the bones. The interlocking toothed blades continued to grind the bones, making a deafening friction sound.

Boluogo released his grip and grabbed Morrison's throat. The howling gust of wind passed by, and the storm feathers broke through the dust and accurately cut Morrison's rising wings.

The two fell to the ground. Under Bologo's suppression, Morrison groaned in extreme pain, his eyes filled with despair and fear, his body twitching constantly, struggling feebly in the face of impending death.

The saw-axe was slowly pulled downwards, and Morrison's breath became weaker and weaker. His flesh was easily cut into pieces like cotton, and blood spurted onto the saw teeth. He felt that this strange weapon seemed to be more excited, and it was eager to More flesh and blood, hoping that more human lives can be swallowed up and eaten away by it.

"No no no!"

The sharp sound of the grinding saw echoed in Morrison's ears. The scene was so real and disgusting that it made people shudder.

As if Morrison's prayer was answered, Bologo actually pulled out his sawaxe and stopped killing Morrison.

"Ha ha……"

Morrison gasped in pain, and every time his chest rose and fell, a large amount of blood was squeezed out, but fortunately, he still had a small amount of ether in his body, which could support his etheric existence and was not enough to die.

The sound of footsteps came from a distance. Palmer stepped over the ruins and strode towards here with gloomy eyes.

Morrison's psychology was completely defeated by the intertwined fear, and he shouted loudly, "I surrender!"

They are field staff of the Bureau of Order, they need information, and Morrison believes that they will not kill him directly.

"Whatever you want! I can give it to you!"

Burlogo did not respond, and Palmer came to Morrison. He glanced at the weak and almost dead guy, and then looked at Burlogo.

After a moment of silence, Palmer took off his worn black hood and agreed, "You're right."

He whispered, "Violence leads to peace."