Endless Debt

Bologg rarely performs rescue operations. It's not that Bologg doesn't like rescuing people, it's just that he simply feels that he is not naturally suited to this type of action.

The greatest advantage of the undead is the opportunity for trial and error brought by the immortal body. For this reason, Bologe often goes deep into those extremely dangerous battlefields. In a tense atmosphere, Bologe often has no energy to take care of the people around him, let alone in the dangerous atmosphere. Protecting these unarmed ordinary people in successive fierce battles.

There was no way, he was already in this kind of environment. Boluogo couldn't show off and leave in despair, or he couldn't care less about the life and death of these people, and directly controlled the area on a large scale, causing the river to flood the place.

Borogo doesn't think he's a good guy, but he still has good intentions.

"Olivia, I leave it to you!"

Borogo crossed the bunker, and after a quick and fatal thrust, a sword penetrated the throat of a Night Tribe. The ether penetrated along the wound and easily tore his body into a ball of blood mist.

The blood purity of the Night Clan that Boluogo has encountered so far is not high, and their immortality is much weaker. As long as a strong enough attack that completely crushes the body structure can kill them.

Olivia quickly followed. Olivia had been living with guilt all this time. She once lived like an ascetic monk to atone for sins, saving the disabled and stopping plans to disobey the royal court. Olivia felt that Overjoyed, as if she could make up for her mistakes, she never refused.

The shadow quickly swelled, like a huge mouth of an abyss opening from under the ground, dragging the disabled people into the shadow together with their horrified cries.

The bulging shadow collapsed, leaving a huge, ever-changing shadow on the ground. It could not be cut by swords, nor could it be damaged by water or fire. It was like reducing the dimension from a three-dimensional existence to two dimensions. Before the ether was exhausted, Completely independent from the battlefield.

Boluogo didn't expect that Olivia's shadow could protect such a large population. If Olivia was used as a transport unit, would she be able to silently transport a condensate like a few people did when they infiltrated? What about the Chinese troops?

Obviously, Boluogo thought too much. After swallowing a large number of mutilated people, the shadow's movement slowed down. It was even said that it was completely stagnant in place. As the number of people swallowed increased, the pressure on Olivia increased. It has also increased by multiples. Now let alone moving the crowd, just maintaining the protection of the shadow has consumed all of Olivia's concentration.

Fortunately, the shadow temporarily removed the mutilated people at the dock from the battlefield, which allowed Boluogo to act more boldly.

"Set the ship! Set the ship!"

The Night Tribes watched Bologg attack and felt the terrifying power of the defenders. They kept screaming, pushing the lever, the engine roared feebly, and the paddles stirred the water, pushing the cargo ship along the underground. The river advances.

As early as the establishment of the Hidden Land, the Condensers of the Dominion School made drastic changes to the surrounding geology and created a series of underground rivers hidden deep underground. They lead directly to the nearby sea area and quietly transporting strategic resources.

In this way, the disabled were sent away continuously, and were kept in captivity as blood people by the disobedient royal court.

The cargo ship started to move. It separated from the turbulent water and ran towards the dark depths. But just as it was about to leave the dock, it suddenly stopped on the spot. No matter how the paddles rotated, it could not move forward even a little bit.

The Night Clan turned around and saw the terrifying figure standing on the dock with eyes like torches.

Boluogo stretched out his hand, as if grabbing the cargo ship from the air, bringing everything in front of him under his control. For a moment, the river flowed backwards, the cargo ship trembled violently, and the speed of the blades slowed down until it was completely Stagnation.

The Night Clan were stunned for a few seconds, and then shouted, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Someone rushed to the deck, raised a machine gun and fired at Bologo. The dense rain of bullets weaved into an eye-catching line of fire and quickly struck towards Bologo. Just when he was about to make contact with Bologo, a strong gust of wind Rotating around the borlog, they cannot completely stop the bullets, but they can deflect their trajectories slightly.

Bologo was like a god protecting him. The deadly bullets avoided Boluogo and shot at his side. A small number of bullets broke through the gust of wind, but they also slowed down and finally hovered over Boluogo. In front of Ge.

In addition to the attacks of firearms, secret energy was also released from the deck. The first to hit Boluogo was the power of the Ethereal School. These guys who are good at manipulating mental illusions always attack silently.

Boluogo felt a heavy hammer hitting his mind. Due to the large gap in rank, most of the psychic attacks were blocked by Moment Soul Critical, but Boluogo still felt a dizzy shock. Overlapping shadows appeared on the screen, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

The Night Tribes of the Ascension School looked at Boluogo warily. Although they were good at close combat, Boluogo was better at this than they were. Getting off the ship now would undoubtedly lead to death.

Just when they were hesitating, the Night Clan of the Illusion School created ice, thunder, lightning, and fire out of thin air. These most basic elemental powers condensed and stirred in the air, containing the power of destruction.

They held their breath and gathered strength, and when they were about to inflict divine punishment on Boluogo, Boluogo suddenly clenched his fist fiercely, as if he had completely grasped something void.

In an instant, the vibrations of the cargo ship further intensified, and a series of wailing screams sounded from the hull. The hull began to tilt, and the deck tilted and shattered inch by inch. The hull also appeared out of thin air as if it had been hit by an invisible heavy fist. Several huge dents.

Just when the Night Clan were still confused about the current situation, the water level dropped rapidly. They thought there was a problem with the underground river, but when they looked down from the edge of the deck, they discovered that the entire cargo ship was He was forcibly lifted up from the river and suspended in mid-air.

Boluogo clenched his fists, and the force of control tightly grasped the cargo ship. It lost the buoyancy of the water surface, and the ship's hull could not support its huge weight. It continued to crack, as if it would disintegrate in mid-air in the next second.

After a trembling roar, the entire cargo ship was thrown onto the pier. The heavy hull rubbed against the ground, setting off a series of dazzling sparks, as if it had been shaken. The people inside the ship were knocked dizzy.

The Night Tribes stood up with difficulty, and had no time to lament Bologo's rough behavior, because Bologo had already raised his sword and strode towards them.

despair.

At this time, there is only despair in their hearts. Among them, the only high-level condenser among them is just a person with power. If the cargo ship can successfully sail away, they still have the possibility of survival, but now they face They had no hope at all against the approaching Bologg.

"Where's Joe...where's Joes!" Youye clan shouted in horror, "Where has he gone!"

Jos was their leader and the only defender. He should have carried out this operation personally, escorting these disabled people back to the Disobedient Court, but he suddenly disappeared, leaving only these people to deal with the follow-up. matters.

Scarlet eyes swept across the blank faces. They didn't know where Joes had gone. They didn't even know what happened in the Hidden Land.

Although it has a cooperative relationship with the Hidden Land, the Hidden Land is still wary of disobedience to the Royal Court. Apart from the exchange of interests, there is no more connection between the two... It is also this vigilance that the Order Bureau has not discovered until now. The evil actions of the mysterious group.

There was a whistling wind next to their ears, and the Night Clan realized the danger was coming, but it was too late.

"careful!"

He only had time to shout out such a sentence, and then the cold blade penetrated his chest, turning with resentment and shattering his heart.

At this moment, Ye Clan was not dead yet. He tried to pull out the dagger from his waist and fight back, but soon he found that his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

The sound of gurgling water echoed in my ears.

Ye Clan was confused for a moment, and then he realized with horror that the sound of water did not come from the underground river, but from the surging blood in his body.

Boluogo broke through Moment Soul's critical defense, followed the wounds caused by the resentment bite, and directly controlled the blood in his body. All the blood gathered towards the head of the Night Clan, and traces of blood overflowed from the mouth, nose and ears, like Like a bursting balloon, the whole head exploded under the high pressure.

The headless corpse fell at Boluogo's feet, but the blood did not fall. They hovered around Boluogo, condensing from liquid to solid, turning into a string of scarlet chains connected between the weapon and the arm.

"What are you still waiting for! Attack!"

A Night Tribe roared, breaking the dead silence. He took the lead, and a series of spiritual shocks acted on Boluogo's mind, causing a faint sting.

The other Night Tribes realized that they had no way out, and they also used their secret powers. The ether gathered here, and reality was overwhelmed and about to be crushed by it.

Boluogo took a deep breath and smelled the lingering blood. He lowered his resentment, raised his saw ax high, and let out his own war cry to all the Night Clan.

The sound was short, not loud, but like a war horn, it penetrated deeply into the hearts of every Night Clan person. It was like the secret power of the Void Spirit School affected everyone, and an inexplicable fanaticism came from them. heart aflame.

The irrational killing intent grew and spread. They temporarily forgot about the difference in rank and the bad situation, and only the pure bloody battle remained in their minds.

So the Night Tribes also responded to Boluogo's roar, brandishing their swords, and rushed towards him quickly, turning the land boat into a duel ground.

"That's right..."

Boluogo murmured in a low voice, whirled a few beautiful sword flowers in his hand, and then threw them violently, piercing the thigh of a Night Tribe.

The blood-made chains were stretched straight, and Boluogo pulled hard, dragging the Night Tribe in front of his eyes. The saw-axe of the Crusaders then struck down, like a heavy hammer, and the staggered saw-toothed ax blades exploded him in one fell swoop. 's head.

Before the corpse fell, sharp blood spears burst out from the body's back one after another. Boluogo kicked off one of the blood spears. The blood spears were spinning in mid-air. Boluogo hit The flying kick hit the end, and the blood spear was fired out like a cannonball, stabbing the arm of another Night Tribe to death.

"Next!"

In Boluogo's extremely arrogant shouting, the roaring wind was like a drill, penetrating the side of the ship's hull, and a slightly embarrassed figure collided back and forth in the cabin, after crashing through an unknown number of partitions. , he slowly stopped.

Palmer suppressed the feeling of dizziness and nausea. Before he could reach his sight, the invisible bird had already surveyed the surrounding environment, and the panic and whine in his ears became clearer.

"Everyone, calm down."

As Palmer spoke, the ether spread and cast a pure glow, illuminating the darkness in the bilge. Prisons came into view. Behind the cold iron bars, there were frightened and disabled people.

The dagger came with the wind and quickly cut through the iron locks of the prison. The prison door slowly opened, and freedom was within easy reach. However, the disabled people did not make any move. They leaned on each other and huddled together, not knowing that in Pal What kind of fear did they endure before Mo arrived.

Palmer smelled the smell of blood, and he felt like he had stepped on something, something sticky.

Palmer knew what the cripples feared.

Lowering his head, a broken corpse came into view. It seemed to have been desecrated by a wild beast, completely chewed up and in disfigurement. Even a professional like Palmer could not intuitively determine the gender of the corpse. Identity, age.

But Palmer knew why it died. Just like some employees in the company would receive kickbacks, in the eyes of the Night Clan, wouldn't the disabled be a resource, a kickback that can be taken?

It was probably because one of the Night Clan was so hungry and thirsty that he united with other Night Clan, randomly selected a mutilated person, pulled him out, and ate him dry in front of everyone...

The strong wind roared and hit all the way along the corridor, smashing all obstacles along the way until it broke out of the hull and opened a way to the outside world.

"I'm here to save you!"

Palmer shouted to everyone, "Go! You're free!"

At first, no one acted. After Palmer shouted three or four times, a girl walked out of the cell cautiously. As she walked towards the outside world, she looked back at Palmer, as if she was afraid that Palmer would regret it. .

Gradually, her hesitant steps became firmer, until she started running wildly. As if she was infected, the others became agitated one after another, ranging from vigilance to fanaticism, crowding each other and rushing towards the outside world.

"Slow down!" Palmer controlled the scene tiredly, "Don't be crowded! Evacuate in an orderly manner!"

The disabled people unexpectedly obeyed Palmer's words. They tried hard to restrain their desire and fear to escape, and tried to slow down their pace. They also deliberately avoided Palmer and passed by him like running water.

Looking at the departing figures one by one, Palmer suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Before this, Palmer had participated in battles again and again, but those were only confrontations with powerful enemies. Unlike now, he could not see the results of his salvation so intuitively.

It felt surprisingly good.

Palmer thought this way and looked up. A series of astonishing ether reactions were coming from the deck.

While Palmer was rescuing the mutilated people in the cabin, a more brutal and bloody battle was going on on the deck.

Bologo's shout seemed to have magic power, awakening the fighting spirit of the Night Tribes. Instead of feeling fear, they became even more enthusiastic and swarmed towards Bologo.

Seeing this, Bologo also laughed, feeling the bursts of heat coming from the False Saw Axe. He knew that his plan worked. With blood and killing, the False Saw Ax awakened all the people in the range. The killing intent of living beings.

Boluogo was like a gladiator on the battlefield, challenging everyone. So far, they only had one goal in their eyes.

This can protect the disabled people in the cargo ship to a great extent, and can also help Boluogo attract the hiding night people. Boluogo knows the dangers of these night people. They are like cockroaches. , must be eradicated.

Complete the task of eradicating evil!

The deck beneath his feet bulged, and the cold metal claws broke through the barrier. Several armed bloodthirsty people rushed out. The saw ax not only awakened the fighting spirit of the night tribe, but also brought these bloodthirsty and inferior people with them. monsters are also attracted.

"Get away!"

Boluogo cursed, and the ether seeped into the bodies of the bloodthirsty, like a meat grinder, crushing their internal organs and bones into mud. Soon, they turned into soft empty shells, under the foul-smelling skin. , leaving only a sticky mess of blood.

At the same time, the psychic shock struck again, and the other party increased the output of the secret energy. The pain was like a wave, getting stronger each time, until Boluogo found it a little unbearable.

The one with power?

Boluogo looked at the source of the ether suspiciously. Only those with power could shake him with this power.

The corpse under his feet squirmed, and blood burst out of the body. They elegantly surrounded Boluogo's body, condensing into scarlet scales, and attached to Boluogo's body piece by piece, turning him into a red-armored man. knight.

Bologo was about to chase towards the source of ether and chop off the head of the one who had lost power with one sword, but at this moment, thunder and fireworks combined, baptizing Bologo's body.

Several Night Tribes from the Illusion School stood together. They shaped the extraordinary elemental power out of thin air and coordinated with each other to launch an attack on Bologo.

The pain caused by the psychic impact overlapped with the paralysis of the nerves caused by the thunder. For a moment, Borogo felt that his limbs were a little stiff and sluggish. Then the blood under his feet was frozen, and the generated frost covered Borogo like vines. Ge's feet froze him firmly in place.

Seeing that Borrog was restrained, the Night Clan burst into cheers. Like the protagonists in the story, they united together to suppress the evil villain Borrog.

The ether surged wildly and after gaining the upper hand, the Power Bearer once again increased the invasion of Boluogo's mind. He was not good at fantasy and cognitive modification, but he was good at causing severe pain directly to the nerves and senses until the target fell into fainting and lost control. .

Boluogo's breathing became heavier, he gritted his teeth, and endured the severe pain like a sword slashing at him. Under the impact of thunder, fire and ice, the blood-made armor was broken and then re-stitched.

The deck suddenly cracked not far away, and several Night Tribes from the Ascension School strengthened their functions and rushed towards Boluogo, the swords in their hands exuding a bright chill.

They were getting closer and closer to Boluogo, and the enthusiasm and joy of victory in their hearts became clearer and clearer, almost roaring out of their pores.

Boluogo threw out his resentful bite, pulled the chain, and made a deadly arc. The Night Clan were already prepared. Their speed increased sharply, and they avoided the blow with a blurred afterimage. Only one Night Clan Unable to avoid it, he was cut in half by the resentful bite.

But even so, Ye Clan did not die immediately. He used up his only strength, threw the long knife in his hand, and flew towards Boluo Ge's forehead.

At this moment, the impact of the soul, the power of the elements, and the approaching Night Tribe, they were like poisoned daggers, close to Boluogo's heart and throat, and a thought could not help but arise in the hearts of all of them.

Won.

So what if it's a defender, as long as there's enough subtle coordination and the right timing, even a defender will be killed by a low-level Sublime One. This has happened countless times in the extraordinary world.

In the overflowing ecstasy, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes swept across, blowing out and cooling everything like the cold wind from winter.

The cold swords were raised high. They were supposed to chop off Boluogo's head, but the moment they approached Boluogo, they froze in mid-air. No matter how hard their arms tried, they could not sink even an inch.

what happened?

The Night Clan were puzzled, and they tried to attack in another way, but then they found that they had lost control of their bodies and could not move.

"Ah...ah..."

Heartbreaking pain suddenly came from their hearts. They opened their mouths to try to say something, but their throats seemed to be blocked, and they could only make intermittent whimpers.

Turning their eyes with difficulty and lowering their gaze, they discovered that a series of slender scarlet threads that were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye had penetrated their bodies at some point. Then they carefully sensed the ether reactions around them and counted them. The unclear ether that turned into threads appeared before their eyes.

This was a sign of weakness from Borogo, a trap to catch them all.

Boluogo shattered the ice that bound him, and pulled at the threads where the blood had condensed. They were like thousands of slender blades. With a slight twist, the bodies of the Night Tribes fell apart in front of Boluogo's eyes, as if they were being chopped. Like broken pieces of meat, scattered and withering.

The horizontal and vertical slashes of the Resentful Bite and the Cruel Saw ax further extinguished their vitality. Blood flew all over the sky, sputtering in all directions, but suddenly stagnated in mid-air. As if going back in time, they surged back to Boluo. Beside Ge, scarlet wings spread out.

Those were not wings, but the blood spears that stood in layers behind Yu Boluogo.

For the first time, Borogo felt that his two hands were no longer enough to wield weapons, so the remaining blood pieced together a pair of extended arms, which stretched out from behind Borogo's shoulders. They grabbed one bloody spear after another from behind, Throw it towards the Night Clan of the Illusion School in the distance.

Each blow was as fast as thunder and as heavy as a falling stone.

The fragile deck was shattered by the blood spear, and the steel was easily penetrated. After hitting the target, the blood spear shattered like crystal glass, and the sharp fragments caused secondary damage to the surrounding enemies.

In an instant, the Night Clan's line was easily dispersed, and monsters with four arms and blood armor jumped over. Swords and axes roughly tore their bodies apart, leaving only the lingering sound of mournful screams.

Boluogo turned his head and tried to raid the location of the Power Bearer, but at this moment, the power of the Glory One fell from the sky, and the Glory One wearing iron armor and surrounded by aurora descended.

"Finally caught up with you!"

The Glorious One shouted loudly, swung his heavy sword, and struck it down on the head. Boluogo was not angry but happy. The bloodthirsty fanaticism had already soaked into his blood, and he crossed his sword and ax to block.

After a dull explosion, the deck under their feet collapsed completely. The two fell into the depths of the cabin. Faint thunder came from it. After a dazzling glow, the hull was twisted and disintegrated by the powerful force, completely collapsing into ruins. It stood like the carcass of a giant whale.

In the swirling smoke, the duelists faced off against each other, eager to try.