Endless Debt

The influence of the contract object is two-way. When you gain power, you must also pay a corresponding price. The power and price of "Haunting Appearance" is fear. The enemy will feel the fear that penetrates into the bone marrow. Such fear will also be felt in Bo. Luo Ge's heart rose.

The wires that sewed the mask together twisted, as if they were alive. The wires twisted, penetrated the leather and stabbed Bologo's cheek. Like maggots, they burrowed hard under the flesh and feasted on it.

Pain and fear.

The strange mist overflowed, spreading fear and madness. For a moment, Boluogo seemed to be no longer a human being, but something evil and cunning, twisted and dirty, wearing a human skin.

The narrow corridor was crowded with demons. Bologger gasped for a few seconds, then advanced again, swinging his claw hammer and jackknife at them.

Amid the frenzied roars and blood, Boluogo pierced the demon's heart with his knife, and pressed his body against it, using it as a shield.

The bullets exploded into bloody flowers on the corpse, and Boluogo pushed the corpse like an advancing wall of flesh toward the enemy at the end of the corridor.

"Fire! Fire!"

The demons roared. They felt endless fear from the evil spirits in front of them, but the volatile liquid spirit medicine spread a sweet breath.

They were both frightened and delighted, as if they were caught between hell and heaven.

The trigger was pulled repeatedly, and the bright gunfire kept flashing out, just like the shutter of a camera. After each flash of light, it was a frame that was frozen, and in that frame, everything was frozen. It was stained with blood and stumps.

There were an unknown number of warheads stored in the corpse. Boluogo pushed the corpse away, overwhelming the leader of the demons, and then stepped on the corpse and jumped over the demons' heads.

In the darkness, Bologo was like a ghostly phantom, with a large amount of blood dripping with every move.

It's like a bad artist painted here, the gray and white walls covered in patterns outlined in red.

"You'd better be in my sights, Borlog."

The voice rang in his mind, and Palmer on the outer wall could no longer see Boluogo. The guy rushed into the deepest shadow.

"Don't worry, I think something is wrong."

After a while, Boluogo's voice sounded, but he did not continue to say anything.

Palmer stared into the dark factory. All he could see were the flashes of gunfire and the roars of the demons.

In close combat, the firearms restricted the fight. The demons pulled out their daggers and slashed at Boluogo. The folding knife was the first to resist a dagger, and then suppressed the arm wielding the knife in one fell swoop, getting stuck in the first demon's body. in front of the throat.

It was pushed against the wall with one hand by Borogo, and he could only block the folding knife to prevent the sharp blade from slicing its throat. Then Borogo let go of the first demon and leaned towards the other side. He rolled and swung the claw hammer at the same time, smashing the knee of the second demon with one hammer.

It originally swung its knife at Boluogo, but with the severe pain in its knees, the whole person fell down weakly. In this narrow corridor, its short knife struck the first person who was released by Boluogo. On the head of the devil.

Before the wailing could be heard, Borogo got up from the ground and stabbed the folding knife through the throat of the first demon, then swung the claw hammer and smashed the head of the second demon.

After getting rid of the two demons and putting down the folding knife, Bologg heard the sound of walking quickly, turned around and grabbed the devil's wrist. The devil roared, holding the knife in both hands and vowed to split Bologg's head in half.

Boluogo was suppressed for a moment, and his whole body was pressed against the wall by the demon. He was barely supporting the chopped dagger with one hand, and the other hand was holding the claw hammer at this time.

The demon held the dagger high in both hands, and it was indeed very powerful. It could even temporarily suppress Boluogo, but what it didn't notice was that its entire abdomen was exposed at this time, without any cover.

The sharp horn of the goat was like a chisel, and it hit the abdomen hard, once, twice, three times. In the blink of an eye, the demon's abdomen was stained red with blood, and the flesh and bones were mixed together.

Boluogo's last blow drove the hammer head completely in, and when he pulled it hard, it was like a broken water bag, and blood poured out.

The demon's body softened and he leaned against Boluogo. His internal organs mixed with plasma were sprinkled all over him, and then fell to the ground with a splash.

"Aha...aha..."

Pushing the corpse away, Boluogo gasped for breath. This was really physical work.

Pulling out the folding knife from the corpse, he walked towards another corridor covered in blood.

"kill him!"

There was light shining in the darkness, with a cold metallic color.

The demon ran toward him, and Boluogo strode forward to meet him. He raised his foot and knocked the demon over with a straight kick.

The gunfire rang out, and a blood flower exploded on Boluogo's shoulder. In the darkness on the other side, the demon raised his pistol and laughed.

The air was filled with a sweet smell, this crazy smell, even just smelling it could bring great satisfaction, and every demon had red eyes.

"damn it."

Borlog cursed, and the demon tried to fire, but before it could pull the trigger, Borlog hurled the claw hammer.

His marksmanship was terrible, but when it came to throwing, he was surprisingly accurate. The sharp horns were directly embedded in the demon's eye sockets and stuck on the top of his head.

As it screamed, Bologo strode towards it. At this moment, more footsteps sounded, and the red-eyed demons pulled the trigger on Bologg.

In the midst of the chaotic gunfire, gunfire kept flashing out. Boluogo knocked down the demon in one fell swoop and pulled its body in front of him.

The flying bullets killed the demon. Bologg grabbed its pistol and fired continuously into the darkness. Regardless of whether he hit the target or not, Bologg simply fired all the bullets.

Before he could take any further action, a ferocious face suddenly appeared in the darkness behind him, and another demon touched him at some point.

It pounced on Boluogo from behind, and the two were struggling on the ground. Boluogo thought that something was not good. During the short period of time when he was controlled, more demons surrounded him, just like a drinking party. A fight ensued, with a group of people bumping into each other in the dark.

Half of Bologo's body was suppressed. He wanted to swing the folding knife, but there was no room to apply force. The claw hammer was stuck on the body. In the darkness, Bologo was not sure where it was.

Fumbling around randomly, Boluogo didn't care what he caught, and directly used it as a weapon to hit the nearest head.

The head was sunken and blood splattered.

Regardless of how many more stab wounds he had on his body, Boluogo was also furious. He let go of the folding knife and struggled among the demons. He clamped the throat of a demon with his elbow and tightened it tightly. In the blink of an eye, Its face turned red.

He swung the weapon in his hand and slammed it down on his face. His teeth were bloody and bloody, and it was only at this moment that Bologo saw clearly what he was holding.

A bloody wrench.

"a ha ha ha!"

Bologger laughed like a devil.

There were screams, crashes, and bloodshed as a group of people struggled on the ground.

The bloated and clumsy battle lasted for several minutes. The ground was covered with corpses, and some demons were not dead but were still dying. Their bodies were broken in many places and their limbs were twisted.

As if someone had knocked over a large vat of ketchup, the ground became scarlet and sticky, and among the lying corpses, an embarrassed figure slowly stood up.

"The final winner!"

He held the wrench high, declaring the winner of the melee.

The demon that was still conscious looked at the figure. It didn't understand why this was happening. It was clear that they had stabbed this guy countless times, but this guy could always stand up again.

Boluogo took a deep breath. He felt that his body was sticky, and the blood that had not yet cooled was still rising white gas, like an overloaded machine, burning out bursts of white smoke.

"How are you?"

Palmer's voice sounded. He couldn't see Bologo's condition, but he just heard Bologo roaring and didn't know what he had experienced.

"Fortunately, I just had a wrestling match."

Boluogo raised his hand and looked at the wrench in his hand. He didn't know how many bones it had broken. The wrench looked a little crooked.

Fumbling on the ground, Boluogo retrieved his folding knife and claw hammer, but this time he did not continue to attack. Instead, he lowered his breathing, reduced his presence as much as possible, and hid in the shadows on one side.

"I was thinking about something before, Palmer. Church's report said that it is dark here at night, even if there is lighting, it is not turned on."

Borogo analyzed.

Church's report was comprehensive, and one line in it caught Burlogo's attention: the factory was kept dark at night, and patrols relied solely on flashlight lighting.

Bologg felt that this part was very unreasonable. If he were the other party, as an expert Bologg would not do anything unnecessary unless it had another purpose.

"Just like you like the hardware store, maybe the darkness here is because the Condenser likes darkness." Palmer said.

"First of all, I never said I liked the hardware store, and secondly, it has nothing to do with liking it." Borlogo corrected.

"This is an 'environment', just like a hunter hiding himself in a jungle. For the sublimation person, this dark environment is his jungle. Only this can explain why this guy doesn't Turn on the lights," Bologo said.

"He can wait for us to make a surprise attack and then turn off the lights," Palmer didn't understand. "This dark environment limits the fight of these demons."

"Maybe that guy didn't care about the demons from the beginning?"

Palmer was startled by Burlogo's words.

"Just like my feint attack is to test out the opponent's secret power, for him, these demons who died in fear in the dark are also his victims. He uses it to feint attack our soldiers."

Boluogo continued.

"As I guessed before, he likes this dark environment. This is his jungle... His secret energy can cooperate with darkness."

"I understand, I understand, just like you are in the hardware store, right?" Palmer was still thinking about the hardware store, "There are metals everywhere, and you can easily hold a sword... In this way, in the end The steel mill is suitable for you!"

Bologna simply ignored Palmer's words, and then he realized something.

"Maybe I'm already under the influence of his secret power. He's looking at me."

"Then what is he going to do next?" Palmer became serious.

"Is there any need to think about it?" Boluogo glanced at the corpses on the ground. "The feint failed. The most he could have guessed is that I am more resistant to beatings."

"So……"

The loud smashing sound interrupted Boluogo's words, and he saw a thick arm directly breaking through the wall, reaching out to grab Boluogo.

"Then let's see how well I can resist being beaten!"

Boluogo retreated quickly, retracting his thick arms, and with a loud noise, Bill forcefully knocked open the wall with his fist.

The deep blue light tracks crawled over his body, turning into a magnificent and glowing tattoo.