Endless Debt

Olivia.

Palmer remembered the name, and even more so the vague face that they met in a dream. Even though it had been several years since the two first met, when Palmer saw her again, the vague memories of the past became It became clear, overlapping and changing in his eyes.

"What the hell! What's going on!"

As a member of the Klex family, Palmer's vigilance against the Night Clan is engraved in his blood. Even though Bologger had vaccinated him in advance, his reaction was still extremely violent, and he wanted to put a dagger on Ollie immediately. Via's throat was cut open again.

"You guy! You guy!"

Palmer looked at Olivia and then at Bologg, waving the dagger in his hand.

Boluogo guessed that Palmer must have wanted to say something like "Why do you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, hang out with the Night Clan?" It was obvious that the excessive development had made him incoherent.

So much so that Palmer completely ignored the loud siren.

"Quiet, Palmer."

Boluogo stretched out his hand to gag Palmer again, and at the same time he winked at Olivia.

The two of them "partnered" for a short time, but Olivia understood what Boluogo meant at once. The surrounding shadows squirmed and rolled, weaving into a dark curtain, completely wrapping the three of them. In the dark.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, my God, do all the Klex family have such a big reaction when they see the Night Clan?" Bologo felt that Palmer was like a stressed dog.

"If...if you had a blood feud that would last for generations...you would be like me."

Palmer stroked his chest, his breathing gradually calmed down, his whole body became much more awake, and his eyes became more intelligent.

"What happened before? Your reaction was not as violent as it is now," Olivia asked back. "At that time, you not only had back and forth with me, but you also dared to flirt with me."

Palmer's face became embarrassed, and he glanced at Boluogo from the corner of his eyes. Just when he was about to say something more, Olivia mentioned the name again as if to deliberately tease him.

"Have you calmed down? Bologg Clax."

Palmer corrected him, "Palmer, just call me Palmer."

Olivia let out a victorious laugh.

"And..." Palmer said to Bologo again, "you'd better give me a little more hint next time."

"What's wrong?"

"Bologo!" Palmer tried his best to lower his voice and said seriously, "Suddenly a pure-blood night tribe crawled out of the shadow of my most trusted partner, and the two of you pulled me into the shadow while talking and laughing... …In the plot of the movie, this is the beginning of the murder.”

"Do you think I will betray you?" Boluogo asked.

Palmer was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "That's not possible."

He added, "But it's really scary!"

Bologg sighed helplessly and looked at Palmer's face full of panic. Bologg realized that since arriving here... no, since Palmer was promoted to the person in charge, he has always looked particularly special. nervous.

The spirit is tense, like a string that cannot be relaxed.

Boluogo had no time to pay attention to his partner's psychological problems for the time being. He could only make a note of this secretly and start performing his mission.

"Quiet and listen carefully."

Boluogo motioned to the two of them to listen.

Loud sirens surrounded the Hidden Land, and everyone in the city could hear the harsh sound. Although many towers had been extinguished, the Aurora Road still separated several branches with difficulty and lit up. Tiny signal spiers.

In this tense atmosphere, Olivia touched Palmer with her shoulder. Seeing his nervous look, she covered her smile and stretched out her hand.

“A pleasure to work with.”

At present, Palmer doesn't know what Olivia means by "pleasant cooperation", but it is obvious that his partner, the famous Boluo Ge, has already reached a certain agreement with this pure-blood night clan in secret. kind of agreement.

"I just hope my dad doesn't know about these things."

Palmer muttered, but out of trust in Boluogo, he still stretched out his hand, held it with Olivia, and shook it gently twice.

"Your father won't have any objections if he finds out," Boluogo retracted his attention and continued, "I should have mentioned to you before that she is Sere's daughter."

"Wow." Hearing Sere's bastard name, Palmer became less wary of Olivia.

He sighed in admiration, "What a sin! Serei really has a daughter. I thought you were joking with me."

"Would I joke about something like that?" Burlogo retorted.

"Gentlemen!"

Olivia put her hands on their shoulders and interrupted their endless conversation loudly.

"I used to wonder what kind of partner you should have with such an indifferent temperament," Olivia teased, "You two really complement each other."

Without giving the two of them a chance to speak, Olivia continued, "Let's not discuss Sere or anything else."

Probably due to desensitization, Olivia found that she could actually say that person's name fluently.

She continued, "The Mysteries Group sounded the alarm. Something must have happened... Do you think this is targeting us? After all, we left the team directly, which may have attracted their attention."

"Even if it's to attract attention, there's no need to use this kind of city-wide alarm, right?" Boluogo judged, "Something worse must have happened, or because of something, our departure is extremely dangerous to them. .”

The three of them exchanged glances with each other. Even Palmer, no matter how slow his reaction was, could still guess what might happen.

Thinking of this, Palmer seemed to have entered a state of mind, the panic look on his face disappeared, his expression became resolute, and his eyes shimmered.

"Someone's coming," Palmer said suddenly.

Bologg and Olivia sensed the surrounding environment together, but they didn't notice any sign of anyone approaching. Then Bologg realized that it wasn't that the two of them couldn't sense it, but that Palmer could sense it better. Far.

Have you further refined your etheric perception? Boluogo felt that a lazy dog ​​like Palmer would not take the initiative to train him, so there was only one possibility left.

The transformed secret power of Palmer.

It was also at this time that Bologo realized that although the two had fought against each other since Palmer was promoted to the Power Bearer, he had yet to see Palmer's full power.

"I can hear...the faint sound of footsteps causing disturbances in the airflow, and a small team is passing by here..."

Palmer closed his eyes, and in the gaps of his eyelids, the little bits of light that overflowed became more and more pure, like glittering frost hanging on his eyelashes.

Olivia took the initiative to strengthen the wrapping of the shadow curtain, and the etheric shielding that reached the extreme completely cut off the three people's etheric reactions, infinitely approaching the three people's existence to "nothing".

"Can you tell what they're talking about?" Burlogo asked in a low voice, trying not to disturb Palmer's judgment.

"I'm trying."

Palmer tried hard to feel the airflow gradually falling into chaotic changes. They passed through the human body's throat, passed through the vibration of the vocal cords, and spread rapidly in the air...

Detecting the frequency of air flow disturbances to replicate what the other party said sounds a bit fanciful, but for the Klex family, it is really not a problem.

This Fengyuan family has spent hundreds of years focusing on this only secret energy, and has already explored all its possibilities.

For example, in recent years, the Klekes family has been studying the feasibility of wind power generation. To this end, they have inserted huge windmills all over the land.

When Boluogo arrived there for the first time, he was extremely shocked. The windmills stood like towering giants. The huge fans rotated slowly, and the airflow was like their deep breathing, gathering together and turning into a storm.

Just when Boluogo was still immersed in that wonderful emotion, Palmer said something that shocked Boluogo even more, "According to the instructions of the family, every tribesman must go to the control of the strong wind twice." , and the performance is also evaluated based on the amount of power generated... You are also from the control school, do you want to go up and control it for two turns?"

In an instant, the perfect combination of man-made and nature turned into a visible assembly line operation in the factory.

At that time, Bologo had not had too deep feelings and understanding, but looking back now, Bologo felt that that was what it should be like after the Sublime Ones dominate society.

"I heard."

Palmer's voice interrupted Burlogo's thoughts.

Bologgo remained silent, just put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and silently drew out the bite.

Palmer closed his eyes tightly, and in the absolutely dark world, countless slender lights gradually appeared, and they surged together, like the lines describing the wind in a simple painting.

As the secret energy gradually unfolded, Palmer also saw more and more lines. They were densely packed, like schools of swimming fish, everywhere.

In the vision of this secret perception, apart from the darkness, all Palmer could see was the lines of wind. But through the flow and changes of the wind, like sonar echoes, the lines of wind were in the darkness. It outlines the outline of the building and also depicts the people walking against the wind.

Not enough, far from enough.

Palmer further released his secret power, like an irrepressible volcano. His ether became restless and moved farther away, until Palmer observed a large crowd, and among that crowd, he Hear it.

"Chasing...Bologo..."

Palmer peered at the lines of wind and translated their original language based on their changes. However, this transfer process inevitably resulted in the loss of information and his words became fragmented, but this was enough. .

"Nathaniel...start the war..."

After hearing the words from Palmer's mouth, Boluogo's expression instantly became serious. At this time, recalling the Aurora Road that gathered back into the Holy Hub, many things became clear.

Palmer frowned, sweat dripped from his forehead. He needed to get closer. In the dark vision, with the release of secret energy, the lines of wind became clearer and clearer until the power was fully unfolded.

Secret Energy·Breath of Wind.

Palmer heard it, thousands of air currents were disturbing the world, and then making a series of complicated sounds.

The rapid breathing of people, the soft sound of fingertips rubbing against triggers, the sound of metal colliding with metal, the dull ripples of feet on the ground, the hidden evil whispers...

All sounds must be transmitted through the air as a medium, so all air disturbances in the world are monitored by Palmer.

"Transfer the blood people, don't let the customers wait too long."

Palmer learned the words described by the lines of wind and said them instinctively. At the same time, the lines of wind he spied on began to twist and change, as if a storm was rising in an instant, bringing with it all the people in his field of vision. All lines twist and collapse toward it.

Opening his eyes, Palmer gasped. Without Palmer saying anything, everyone noticed the etheric reaction approaching at high speed.

"I've been discovered!" Palmer exclaimed after regaining his breath.

"I know!"

Boluogo no longer covered his figure, and released the ether without hesitation, waving invisible giant hands to grab the surrounding buildings. After a brief stalemate, Boluogo's ether successfully invaded the interior of the material, and then Start commanding recruitment.

I saw that the surface of the building began to collapse and break, the flying bricks and stones overlapped each other, and the ground became uneven. Huge walls rose from the ground, like rising city walls, blocking the ether reaction from rushing towards them. path.

Since being promoted to a high-level sublimation master, Boluogo rarely uses this kind of large-scale control for defense, but the etheric response to the attack this time was the glory one.

"Olivia, hide in!"

Bologg roared, and the ground beneath his feet began to collapse, directly carving out deep pits that penetrated into the building. Bologg led a few people and quickly dived down.

"You can't be exposed yet!"

Olivia is one of Boluogo's trump cards, but now is not the time to play it. The Secret Group is related to the Night Clan. With Boluogo's understanding of the Night Clan, Olivia's current understanding of the Night Clan The temptation is far superior to all the mysterious groups.

She was the one the regent cared about.

Once Olivia is exposed, I am afraid that those night tribes who do not want to get involved for the time being will give up their immediate goals and swarm towards him. It is even said that... the regent will also come here.

Borogo isn't ready to go to war with everyone, at least not yet.

Olivia did not refute, and disappeared directly into the shadow of Boluogo. She did not give up resistance completely, but continued to control the shadow and assisted Boluogo in the battle.

I saw Boluogo's shadow seemed to have its own life and entity, extending out a series of dark sharp blades, easily chopped into pieces of falling gravel, and then quickly retracted his feet without any abnormality.

Boluogo raised his head, and the power of the Glorious One came, but it was not the body of the Glorious One, but an etheric sword that penetrated all materials in its path and fell like a meteor.

"Get out of my way!"

Boluogo roared and swung his sword. With the length of his sword, it obviously couldn't cut the ether sword that was approaching at high speed. But as Boluoge swung his sword, all the surrounding materials trembled. Manic.

Secret Energy·The Kingdom of Summons.

Twisted steel bars, broken masonry, fallen stone pillars, collapsed ground, fine smoke and dust... All materials within the scope of Boluogo's domain are obeying Boluogo's orders at this moment, and they are rolled together. , following the trajectory of Boluogo's sword, it condensed into a huge sword blade.

It was like a mountain-breaking sword wielded by a giant, slashing down slowly and firmly.