Endless Debt

The sharp explosion echoed in the underground world, from far to near, like thunder, shaking everyone's hearing and making them dizzy, like a heavy hammer hitting their heads.

Boluogo had no time to pay attention to Palmer's repeated thrusts. The power of the Glory One had already arrived in front of him, like an approaching cavalry, swinging the long sword high on horseback to slash.

The glorious one.

The mysterious and powerful Glorious One.

Boluogo guessed that the moment the powerful enemy in front of him was blessed by the power of the aurora and became a glorious one, his heart must be extremely excited and ecstatic.

He was like a soldier on the chessboard, crossing the piles of corpses, reaching the bottom line of the border, and then receiving glorious redemption... Boluogo could understand his mood. Just thinking about it made the blood in his body boil.

Others might have been intimidated by this supreme power, but Boluogo was different. He had faced the real Glorious One and experienced the suffocating power up close.

That is the real god, and the powerful enemy in front of him is just a false god.

There was no awe in Boluogo's heart, but he was filled with ridicule. As the iron python approached at high speed, absurd laughter and rolling thunder resounded.

The Glory Man didn't understand what Bologo was laughing at, and he didn't bother to understand. In the eyes of the Glory Man, Bologo was already a corpse.

For this reason, the noble power was released wantonly and collided head-on with the running iron python.

Mi Neng·Cong Tie.

The ether roared and released from the alchemical matrix. Within the scope of the secret energy field, reality was completely crushed by the heavy ether, and then, like plasticine, it was allowed to be kneaded and deformed by the Glorious One.

Solid metal iron precipitates out of thin air within the scope of the field. They are like gray snowflake crystals, thousands of them, reflecting a chilling cold light.

This scene reminded Bologg of Baldr's secret power. As a member of the School of Illusion, he could create steel objects out of thin air. However, it was obvious that the illusory ability of the Glorious One in front of him exceeded him a thousand times. .

"What a bother."

Boluogo sighed softly, and the resentful bite struck vertically again, the body showed bright blue bursting out, the alchemy matrix burned blazingly, draining out the ether, waving the majestic power of control, like an invading wildfire, attacking this endless world. iron.

A new field is like a sharp knife, rising in the field of the Glorious One, as if it is about to burst out of the body, forcibly squeezing a gap in his field for Boluo Ge's power. freed.

But it was just a release.

Boluogo's tendency is infinitely narrow and extremely aggressive, but after all he is facing a Glorious One, and his own ether must also follow the most basic laws.

Ether is mutually exclusive.

Bologo could not break through the Glory One's field and forcibly control these imaginary irons. The opponent could not cross Bologo's domain, form iron around Boluogo, forge it into a sword, and then penetrate Boluogo. heart.

The two forces collided together, and the ether rubbed against each other, like intertwined thunder, and the gorgeous sparks continued to flicker, like a grand fireworks.

It illuminated the surrounding underground world. The disabled people carefully looked at everything through the gaps in the windows. They felt that this was a fight between gods and prayed silently in their hearts that disaster would not befall them.

The released ether was all consumed, and the supporting fields became weaker. The mutual repulsion characteristics became weaker, so that some fields overlapped.

Boluoge saw the Glorious One commanding thousands of iron weapons. Similarly, the Glorious One also saw Boluoge standing on the iron python.

The two looked at each other without any words or roars. The two sides just calmly vented their power and started a new round of confrontation.

The characteristics of the School of Illusion are extremely changeable and unrestrained. It can be said that it is the secret energy closest to the essence of "miracle", and because of this, it can give birth to the fruit called the Utopian Seed.

Bologg guessed that the other party may or may not have something to do with Osana, but in any case, Bologg was not a merciful person, and he would not be tolerant to the enemy in this situation.

The Glorious One seems to have the same tendency as Bologg to be infinitely narrow, so the only thing he can create in his field is metal. Under these constraints, the other party brings the benefit of absolute domination over the imaginary creations. .

Or it could be more than that.

Looking at the strange armor covered with sharp horns, Boluogo suspected that the other party had some hidden tricks.

The Glory One seemed to know what Boluogo was thinking. Under the aether increase, his figure suddenly accelerated in mid-air. The metal in his hand extended into a sharp dagger, and then it continued to extend and grow as if it had vitality. .

It transformed from a dagger into a dagger, then extended into a long sword without stopping, until it turned into a simple giant sword several meters long. It looked so heavy, no different from a piece of raw iron, but in the hands of the Glorious One, It is so light, as if it is holding a ball of air.

The etheric fluctuations that made Bologo feel familiar suddenly rose, and the heavy giant sword swung a dark slash, setting off a torrent of sword roars.

Extreme Realm·Ether Amplification.

In an instant, the dark slash struck vertically. No...it was not so much that the dark slash hit the iron python, but that the iron python took the initiative to hit the dark slash. Then, under this fatal blow, the snake's head Collapse, split in two.

Among the broken iron filings and debris that filled the sky, the high-speed metal swept over Boluogo's body, and when it was about to scratch his body, it was deflected by the wind mass left by Palmer.

Boluogo jumped up high, his eyes were like torches, and his resentment was pointed directly at the glorious person below.

The Glorious One raised his head and looked at Boluogo. He swung the giant sword again, and his speed was still astonishingly fast, as if the blade had no weight.

But before he could slash the giant sword again, the snake head that was split in the middle squirmed, and the two split halves were entangled and integrated again, turning into two snake heads and continuing to move forward.

The Glorious One didn't seem to expect this scene to happen. The situation was urgent, and the pursuing giant sword turned and slashed horizontally at the two snake heads.

The confidentiality of Bologo's information is very high, and the information that the Secret Group can master is also a relatively simple part, and this part concerns the identity of Bologo's undead.

Before participating in the hunt for Boluogo, the Glory One had read the information in it, and naturally inferred from it that Boluogo would definitely use his immortality advantage to trade his injuries for injuries.

Faced with this situation, the Glorious Man could only take the lead in protecting himself. However, after the horizontal blow, the snake's head was divided into two, and the attack route was still not reversed.

"So difficult!"

The Glory One let out a cold snort, and swung the giant sword in his hand dozens of times in a few seconds. The terrifying sword force caused a series of afterimages, as if every blow was sent out at the same time.

Correspondingly, the snake head fell apart under this round of fatal chops, and while it was broken into countless pieces, they became entangled again, evolving into an endless group of snakes, rushing from all directions, and the black mass was almost overwhelming. or completely wrapped.

However, they had just swallowed most of the Glorious Ones, and continuous metal explosions sounded. Those billions of metal crystals precipitated out of thin air rained down like a torrential rain, beating the snakes to pieces almost in an instant.

The metal passed through at high speed, like a hail of bullets. The edges where metal collided with metal even burned red due to the high speed, and some of the metal even melted directly.

Continuous sharp noises and dense collisions overlapped. In the dazzling sparks and the terrifying color of molten iron, the two fields, secret energy, controlled objects and illusions were completely intertwined, like A poisonous snake entangled in a knot can only be freed by killing one party.

The two high-pitched ether reactions triggered a series of effects, and the surrounding condensers participating in the battle were affected by it one after another. They did not dare to get closer for fear of being involved in the turbulence and being cut into pieces by the cold metal.

"Is this the supreme power?"

Some condensers stopped where they were, longingly feeling the power that belonged to the Glorious Ones. Even though this power was false, it still made them feel completely shocked.

The next second, this shock was interrupted by the sharp sound of swords.

A gust of wind passed by, and Palmer was like a bird riding on the wind, passing by several condensers. They tried to stop Palmer, but Palmer was too fast, almost like a ghost.

They could only watch as the phantom passed by, leaving long and narrow wounds on their bodies.

The high-speed airflow compressed the wound, and through the difference in air pressure, a large amount of blood was squeezed out of the wound, leaving a scarlet afterimage along Palmer's path.

Boluogo restrained the Glory, and the remaining people could only be dealt with by Palmer. As the battle continued, Palmer gradually adapted as if he had finished his warm-up activities.

At this time, Palmer became confident and eager to try, but soon his expression turned bitter.

Palmer's previous sonic blast thrust was extremely effective. With his absolute speed and strength, he easily assassinated several strengthened worshipers, effectively reducing the number of enemies.

But releasing such a powerful thrust is not without cost. It consumes a lot of ether. Palmer estimates that if he releases it a few more times, the ether will fall to the red line.

Palmer's speed slowed down, and the other Condensers noticed this, and immediately seized the opportunity to surround Palmer.

Everyone blocked Palmer's escape path, forcing this perceptive bird into a blind corner, forcing him to fight head-on with several people.

Palmer didn't like frontal combat, so he threw the dagger decisively, and the gusts of wind lifted up the thin metal, causing them to multiply rapidly in mid-air, turning into a steel storm that ruthlessly traversed the battlefield.

The metal cut through the rising ether barriers, and scraped repeatedly in the dark factories and alleys. Dust and debris agitated, the gradually rising air masses exploded like water bubbles, and the billowing smoke rolled into a storm that obscured the vision. , swallowing everyone up in an instant.

The line of sight was blocked, but the glow of the ether and the ever-emitting ripples were still there. When the sublimators tried to chase Palmer's high-pitched ether reaction, they suddenly found that Palmer's oven-like ether reaction was completely extinguished.

Either Palmer is dead, or he has completely severed his connection with the ether and ceased his arcane powers, an act tantamount to suicide.

"Trace his etheric remnants!"

One of them commanded, and his rank was also that of a power-bearer.

Another person not far away nodded, closed his eyes and meditated. He was the tracker of this team, and it was only because of his targeted and specialized secret energy that they were able to detect Boluogo and his party in the shallow ether residue. traces.

He tried his best to sense the remnants of Palmer's ether, and saw those fluorescent scars in the dark vision. When he was completely immersed in tracking the ether, he was completely unaware that the hunter was approaching silently.

An outline of a black figure gradually emerged from the billowing smoke. He lowered his body and crawled on the ground without attracting anyone's attention. The hunter felt that he was close enough to his prey. The next moment, he jumped up suddenly.

A strong sense of uneasiness rose from the heart of the pursuer. He opened his eyes in horror, and cold sweat crawled down his back, as if a fatal blow was about to kill him. Apart from the vast etheric reaction, there was no trace of Palmer at all.

The sharp sword pierced the pursuer's heart from behind, mercilessly penetrating the fragile flesh, and then stabbed out of his chest.

The tracker watched all this with blank eyes, completely unable to believe what was happening.

Ultimate etheric shielding? Or……

He turned his head hard, and in the corner of his vision, the tracker saw Palmer's blurry figure. He was pitch black, without any ether reaction, only cold steel, and an assassination that returned to its essence.

Oh... Is this a professional from the Bureau of Order? The smoke obscured the vision, and then gave up the ether, only using this simple and ridiculous assassination method.

This sounds a bit unbelievable, but it is indeed very reasonable. These people have relied on extraordinary power for too long. They have held it tightly in their hands without thinking that letting go will also have an effect.

Palmer's body once again ignited the glow of ether, and the dagger quickly penetrated the pursuer's throat, pulled hard, and chopped off his entire head.

He successfully killed the troublesome tracker, but at the cost, Palmer was also directly exposed to the encirclement. Several terrifying ether reactions sprang up, and all kinds of weird secret energies rushed towards Palmer. And arrived.

There were fireworks, thunder, and weird psychic shocks, which caused double images in Palmer's eyes and blood overflowing from his nose.

"Bologo!"

Palmer opened his mouth to shout, and the next moment, another rumbling sound came from the dark dome.

Borogo was like a wishing machine. He heard Palmer's wish and then responded, using all his strength to control the material above his head.

Secret Energy·The Kingdom of Summons.

After the distant and deep chime, Boluoge forcefully tore open the dome above his head, only to see the dark sky cracking, and the light from the surface falling in without any hindrance.

What fell with it was the broken earth.