Endless Debt

He is clearly the messenger who controls darkness, but David's body is burning with unstoppable light.

He walked out of the office and stood in the corridor above, calling to the shadow beasts.

Roaring sounds came from all directions and rushed towards Bologo. At this moment, there was no need to look for the hidden Sublime One. David decided to kill Bologo first together with Bill.

If Palmer takes action at this time, he will be completely exposed. If he does not rescue Boluogo, David can kill this obstacle first.

Everything was wonderful, but they never imagined that the enemy they faced would not die.

Bill endured the severe pain and raised his fist, preparing to completely crush Boluogo. The shadow beasts attacking from all sides also blocked all escape spaces.

In their view, this was a dead end, and Boluogo had no hope of survival. Boluogo himself also realized this. He had nowhere to hide...but he didn't even think about hiding.

are you laughing?

Bill looked at those terrifying eyes, and for some reason he felt joy in them, as if what was waiting for him next was another even more terrifying trap.

He couldn't figure it out, but there was no need to think about it.

With a heavy punch, Bologo's figure was instantly covered in smoke and dust, the earth shook, and the shadow beasts that followed biting Bologo's body.

David felt it. He was a condenser of the "Illusion School". He could create shadow beasts through darkness to fight for him, and he could also share the senses of the shadow beasts.

From the moment Boluogo stepped into the factory, he stepped into the territory of the shadow beasts. The ones who defended the factory were not demons, but these fantasy creatures that wandered in the darkness.

An obsessed smile appeared on his face. Under the shadow beast's senses, David felt as if he had personally torn Boluogo into pieces. This sense of joyful killing made the previous irritability and anger disappear, and until Boluo Ge Luo Ge died, and nothing strange happened on the battlefield.

Bologo's teammates did not come to save him. It seemed that Bologo was the only one from beginning to end, and it seemed that the man gave up the fight after Bologo died, or... he was waiting for this opportunity, and Bologo died. Chance.

The moment David thought about this possibility, a gunshot rang out.

First there was the strong wind blowing across his cheek, and then there was the sharp pain that came belatedly. Blood spurted out. In a daze, David felt that his body temperature had dropped several degrees.

On this battlefield, another star burned, and ether rushed in.

The moment when Burlogo died was also the moment when David relaxed his vigilance. Palmer seized this opportunity and pulled the trigger, but it is not clear whether David was aware of it or whether Palmer was always so unlucky.

Just when the bullet was about to blow off David's head, the guy actually moved a little, so that the bullet that was supposed to blow off David's head grazed his neck and brought up a large amount of flesh and blood. dripping.

"on the top!"

David yelled with all his strength, his voice was a bit distorted and hoarse, and more blood spilled out.

Thanks to him realizing the possibility of being attacked and killed at the end, otherwise David would be a corpse now.

He felt that his throat was broken, and the cold wind poured into his respiratory tract from the wound. He covered the wound with one hand to try to stop the blood loss, and at the same time, the deep darkness also hit David's body, wrapping him up.

Palmer didn't stop firing, laughing as David defended himself.

"This is much easier to use than secret energy!"

After emptying all the bullets, even if David tried to run away, the first few bullets accurately hit his arms and body. It was not until the shadow beasts wrapped him up that the remaining bullets were blocked by the solid darkness.

"Come to me!"

Bill shouted towards the creeping darkness. With his hardening, conventional gunshots could not hurt him at all. All that was left was for David to command the shadow beast and tear the enemy into pieces.

If David and Kedening are good friends in friendship, then Bill and David are good friends on the battlefield. Bill's secret power can withstand most damage, and he can use himself to test the enemy's strength, and then use it with David. The cunning shadow beast kills each other. With this cooperation, they have killed countless powerful enemies.

Bill felt that the same was true tonight, they would not lose.

Heartbreaking pain came from his back, and a shuddering ghostly voice sounded from behind.

"Where are you looking?"

Boluogo held a sharp metal fragment in his hand and stabbed it into Bill's body.

When the sharp metal stabbed Bill, it also cut Bologg's palm. He tried to pierce further, but the complicated pattern had already lit up from the wound, and Bologg could not advance any further.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Once the secret energy is used, the fluctuations in the ether will definitely attract Bill's attention. Boluogo can only pick up something and stab him.

"How is that possible?" Bill couldn't believe it.

"Friend, this world is a big place, and there are many impossible things."

Boluogo smiled and threw out the hook and quickly left Bill's side. This guy was extremely powerful, but not fast enough.

After becoming a Sublime One, Bologo once asked Jeffrey a question. If his "resurrection from the dead" was carried out by consuming ether, then when he healed and resurrected, it would inevitably cause ether fluctuations, causing other Sublime Subzers to He noticed, but during the battle with Nomu, he seemed not to notice this at all.

Jeffrey thought about this for a while, took out a document from somewhere, read it carefully, and explained to Boluogo.

"When your 'gift' is activated, it will indeed consume ether. What's interesting is that the process of consuming ether does not cause fluctuations. To be precise, it causes fluctuations, but it cannot be sensed by conventional means. It's like when you activated 'Gift', you also activated 'Aether Obscuration'."

Boluogo nodded as if he understood, and then insisted on taking a look at the document, but was flatly refused by Jeffrey. Boluogo guessed that there must be detailed records about "resurrection from the dead".

"What a useful 'gift', Boluogo." Palmer's voice sounded in his mind.

"Indeed, then I'll do as you say, and I'll leave this guy to you!"

"Sometimes you have to trust your partner," Palmer's voice kept ringing in his mind, "You know, I was also the Rookie of the Year!"

The situation on the battlefield changed drastically. The resurrected Bologger threw out his hook and jumped towards the wriggling shadow high above. Palmer rode the wind and rushed towards Bill. The two exchanged opponents in an instant.

Bill couldn't catch up with Burrowgo, so he could only roar to meet Palmer. When the two were about to meet, Palmer let out a burst of joking laughter and followed Burrowgo's example, throwing out his hook and leaping towards him. The other side.

Before Bill could curse anything, the roaring wind completely enveloped him.

Thanks to the intelligence obtained from the battle with Boluogo, Palmer found that he was simply better than Bill. It was not that he could cause any harm to Bill, but that he could continuously consume Bill.

The strong wind stirred up broken and sharp iron slag, like a sharp blade mixed in the wind, cutting Bill repeatedly. He could only deal with it tiredly, and the hardening covered his whole body, but this undoubtedly greatly aggravated his consumption of ether, and soon his body was burned. The target pattern began to become dim, even hardened and could not be completely covered, and fine scratches gradually appeared on the body.

Blood overflowed into the wind, and Bill completely gave up on defense, leaving countless wounds on his body. He didn't give up, but his years of fighting experience told him that he could no longer be consumed like this, and he had to break it. kind of deadlock.

Bill took steps to run towards Palmer, but this guy was so nimble as a loach, his hook rope swung back and forth, and sometimes he could briefly glide in the air on the strength of the strong wind.

Even if Bill's prepared punch could directly kill Boluogo, when faced with a lunatic like Palmer, this brute strength would be of no use.

"asshole!"

Bill cursed. Fortunately, all the iron slag caused were superficial injuries. It looked a little worse, but he still had a certain amount of fighting power.

The embarrassing chase didn't last long. Palmer suddenly stopped, looked at the panting Bill, picked up the rifle on his back, and pointed the gun at Bill. He was wearing a black hood, looking like a gangster. .

Pull the trigger.

Fierce gunfire covered Bill. Bill raised his arms and put his elbows in front of him, like a shield, blocking all the bullets.

The secret energy was deployed to the limit. Bill's front was as hard as a heavy iron door, and while resisting the gunfire, he continued to step forward, and the distance between the two was shortened little by little.

Palmer emptied his rifle, then took out his pistol and continued to fire, but soon the pistol was also empty. He simply put down the weapon and looked at Bill coldly.

Bill was frightened by the torment of Palmer and Boluogo. He was full of anger but did not rush forward. Instead, he looked at Palmer warily.

"You know? People's senses can be deceived, such as the sense of pain," Palmer said to himself. "Rough iron slag will cause severe pain, but a sharp enough flying knife will hurt you." When it cuts into your body, you won't even feel anything, especially since you are already covered in the pain of iron slag."

Bill was stunned in place. He stretched out his hand inexplicably and touched his back. His heart was covered with an icy chill.

He felt a long, thin wound that extended from his neck to his back, almost slicing his body open.

Bill was deceived. The fatal flying knife had been mixed into the iron slag from the beginning. Due to the dark environment, he was not aware of it at all. The fierce shooting just now was also caused by Palmer deliberately letting himself take out all the slag. His attention shifted to the front and he was completely unaware of the wounds on his back.

"Damn it!"

Bill was furious, with glowing patterns all over his body, and he no longer had the slightest weakness.

"I've been thinking that the place where your secret energy works is probably just on the surface of your body, but what about your fragile internal organs? It shouldn't be as hard as your appearance."

Facing the violent Bill, Palmer was still talking to himself, and then he actually clasped his hands together as if praying for something.

"Please, my 'gift', let me guess correctly and get lucky."

After finishing speaking, the roaring wind enveloped Bill again, but this time there were no flying knives or iron slag, just a strong, almost suffocating wind.

In the strong wind, Palmer suddenly hit him. He was so fast that he seemed to be fused with the wind. A bright light rose from Palmer's body like a shining star.

Secret Energy·Wind Source.

Palmer turned into a ghost, and with the support of the strong wind, he avoided Bill's direct punch, easily jumped over his head, and raised his hand to strike at the wound on Bill's neck.

The rising ether set off a fiery storm that almost engulfed everything, but the moment it rose, the storm itself collapsed, as if it had never existed.

At the same time it was all over.

Calm and calm.

Bill felt very tired and tired, and the light on his body was constantly dimming, and finally went out completely.

He turned around and looked at Palmer dressed as a gangster. As long as he raised his fist, he could smash this damn guy into a pulp, but Bill couldn't lift the slightest strength. It was as if he was already dead. numbness.

"What...did you?" he asked.

"Your secret energy can only cover the body surface, but cannot protect the fragile internal organs. The gaping wound is your fatal 'tail'.

As for my secret power, it can be very simple, just control the wind, but wind is very interesting, it is invisible and ubiquitous, it can suffocate people, and it can also advance along wounds... You know that once a person goes What would happen if a large amount of air were injected into the blood vessels? "

Palmer raised his hand and casually caught the flying knife flying from the darkness.

"Air embolism, cerebral infarction, pulmonary infarction, acute heart failure, sudden death, etc..."

Beyond dead Bill, Palmer's voice echoed.

"Don't underestimate the Rookie of the Year employee."