Endless Debt

All the sacred ether is gathered here, the brilliance is brilliant, and the shadows are invisible.

The glory-bearers, the defenders, the power-bearers, different ether reactions are rushing to rise, calling for power in the depths of the earth, hoarding it here, until it crushes reality.

"Execute!"

The Glorious One angrily rebuked that Bologo had brought him too much shame, and he would never allow Bologo to continue to run away and bring more serious harm to the Hidden Land.

Boluogo responded with a wild laugh. Faced with the metal that precipitated out of thin air like raindrops, he actually did not resist and instead chose to dominate the surrounding rocks.

"You crazy person!"

Almost at the moment when cracks burst out in the rock, the Glory One understood Boluogo's purpose. This bastard was fighting on the homeland of the Mystical Regiment and didn't care about harming the place.

"Hahaha!"

Boluogo was extremely sarcastic. Ever since he saw the first Night Clan here, the nature of the entire operation had changed.

This is not just a civil war or rebellion, but a war to stifle the rise of the Night Clan. According to the regulations of the Bureau of Order, Bologo will be given supreme authority. No advance notification is required, and no one's permission is required. Bologo Gezi can go on an endless killing spree until he believes the NightClan threat has been dealt with.

As for what happens next... No matter what kind of report Bologe needs to make or how strict the review is, Bologg doesn't care. Anyway, by that time, all these people will be dead.

"Give it a try! Bologo!"

The shouts came from not far away. It was Palmer. He evacuated the other disabled people from the cabin and drove them into Olivia's shadow. He didn't know how long Olivia could hold on. .

Now, there is one less condition that restrains Boluogo. A strong desire for destruction rises from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. There is no longer any cover and he is completely released.

"Try it! You kill me first, or I destroy this first!"

Bologo's voice was sharp, piercing into the heart of the Glorious One like a sharp knife.

"Asshole!"

The man of glory was wrapped in iron armor, and his pupils were bloodshot and furious.

As he strode forward, his ether and field completely covered and blended Boluogo.

In an instant, dozens of iron swords appeared out of thin air and stabbed Boluogo from all directions. Boluogo did not move and just stood there, as if he was being slaughtered.

But just when the sword was about to cut Boluogo's throat, the surging blood burst out and spread into a scarlet bloody blade, accurately hitting every incoming iron sword.

The harsh clanging sound continued, the metal shattered, and the blood turned into fine blood foam.

Boluogo stood calmly, with an uncontrollable crazy smile on his face, while the Glorious Ones pressed forward step by step. Neither of them waved the swords in their hands, but under each other's control and illusion, A fierce sword fight continued around the two of them.

Every second, hundreds of iron swords are phantomed out, slashing at Boluogo from various tricky angles. Likewise, broken blood foam re-coagulates every moment, and the blood is filled with ether. The blood blades were shaped into arbitrarily curved extensions, colliding with and separating from the iron swords.

The blood was filled with a lingering mist, and fierce sparks flickered.

This was a fatal and elegant duel. Neither of them had retreated even a little bit. Instead, they were still approaching each other, squeezing the remaining buffer space between each other and pushing the fierce sword fight to its peak.

Palmer spied this scene from a distance. He was not shocked by this duel full of courage and challenge. He just felt that they were a group of lunatics who had lost their minds.

It's not so much a sword fight, but a competition between the two for their control over secret energy and ether, just like showing off their skills, declaring their own strength.

The crisp and harsh metal sounds echoed continuously, intertwined into a deafening piece of music, Boluo Ge and the Glory One conducted their orchestra until a dissonant and sudden scream sounded.

Borogo heard it, he knew, and so did the Glorious One.

Like broken strings, the sound was not loud, but in the concerto of swords, it was so clear that it even transcended dimensions and was reflected on the Glorious One himself.

On the layers of scales, a shallow scratch appeared on the smooth metal surface.

The fierce sword fight slowed down for a few seconds, and then amidst the shameful roars of the Glorious Ones and the wanton ridicule of Bologo, the duel became disorderly and crazy. There was no longer any skill at all, only pure violence and violence. Violence.

The blood blade was shattered and condensed by the iron sword, spattered on the scales, and created dense cracks. Blood gurgled out from the gaps, and was stopped by the reassembled iron armor.

The broken and flying iron fragments reversed in mid-air, piercing Boluogo's body like arrows, and then deformed inside Boluogo's body, covered with barbs, and embedded in his flesh and blood.

Boluogo won. He defeated the Glory One in the skill competition. Looking at his incompetent and furious look, Boluogo couldn't feel the pain in his body. He could only feel the joy of being in a high position and laughing at him.

Lifting the restless sword and axe, Boluogo split the messy iron swords vigorously. He never liked these fancy things.

"come!"

Boluoge invited, and bloodthirsty fluctuations came from the saw axe, completely covering the two of them.

Facing Boluogo's invitation, the Glorious Man's eyes were cloudy for a moment, and the same fanatical anger grew from the bottom of his heart, but the next second, his eyes became clear again.

The Glory One noticed the weirdness of Bologo, and quickly retreated a few steps, keeping a safe distance from Bologo. Many phantoms blocked him, and the overlapping and intertwined sword blades were like twists. Like a meat machine, it surrounded and slashed Boluogo.

At the same time, more steel covered the body of the Glorious One, and he tried to transform into the towering giant again.

Everything was wonderful as he imagined, but unfortunately, he didn't realize that the situation had already changed.

In the previous fight, Bologe just wanted to evacuate quickly and was not willing to fight. But now it was a one-on-one fight to the death, and Bologe had already gone all out.

So the sword and ax violently tore apart the defense woven by the Glorious Ones, and Boluogo's body, bloody and with a weird laughter, emerged from the edges of the intertwined sword blades.

The Glory One was in a daze for a moment, feeling like he was fighting something inhuman.

"Don't back away!"

Bologo yelled and threw the saw axe, and the ax blade accurately hit the shoulder armor of the Glorious One.

The Glory One didn't care about such an ordinary attack until the ax seemed to come alive, opening its mouth to eat his armor, chewing the steel bit by bit until it touched his flesh and blood.

"What on earth are you...?"

Amidst the curses of the Glorious One, Boluogo broke his ankles bound by steel and flew over like a wild beast.

The bite of resentment flashed with cold light, and a sword split open the breastplate of the Glory One, fresh flesh and blood was close at hand. At the same moment, several iron spears rose from the ground, crisscrossed through Boluogo's body, and restricted He took further actions, and then the iron sword was shaped again, swung from behind Bologo, and cut off his broken ankle in one fell swoop.

The severed limb rolled to the ground. Unfortunately, this did not restrict Bologe much. The spilled blood molded a new limb. Before the wound healed, it took over the original sole of the foot and supported Bologg's body.

This is a technique Bologo learned from Lebius, to control his out-of-control body by controlling objects.

"Me? I am Bologo! Bologo Lazarus!"

Boluogo proudly introduced himself, and with a swift slash of resentment, he cut off the iron spear that penetrated his body.

He moved on.

Borogo Lazarus.

Of course, the Glory One knows who Bologo is. He is the rising star of the Bureau of Order, a terrifying and powerful undead man. The Glory One has read information about him many times, and he has already prepared himself against Bologo in his heart. preparation.

But he never thought that the real Boluo Ge would be so difficult to deal with, like a lingering nightmare, killing and unable to kill, and seemingly unable to win.

The atmosphere was tense and chilling, and there was no silence anymore, except for the sound of swords clashing with each other and the breathing of monsters.

Bologg was in front of him, and the Glory One was firmly grasped by the sawed axe. He had no way to escape and could only swing his sword to meet the enemy. Their swordsmanship intertwined with each other, like two silver snakes dancing.

The Glory One slashed hard, as if a bolt of lightning cut through the darkness. Boluogo ducked sideways and counterattacked with a perfect counterattack. The iron sword was cut off by the resentful bite, deflected instantly, and cut through the air.

The two moved quickly, sometimes stabbing each other with the sword tips, and sometimes launching fierce slashes. The sword light flashed, dazzling people.

The ruins of the cargo ship were filled with the echo of metal collision and the sound of sword energy cutting through the air.

Suddenly, the Glory One uncharacteristically stepped forward with a sword as powerful as a dragon, heading straight for Bologe's face. Bologe did not shy away. The bloody arm extending behind his shoulder held the scarlet sword and slashed from both wings. .

Facing this fierce offensive, the Glory Man actually moved forward again. Amidst the roaring and shattering sounds, the scales on his body completely collapsed. The flying fragments collided rapidly, like fragmentation grenades, extending into extremely sharp spikes. In an instant, It penetrated Bologo thousands of times.

Boluogo was like a porcupine, covered with slender and sharp metal needles, and his muscles and bones were clamped, unable to move. He was frozen in place like a specimen. As for the Glorious One, he was in Boluo for the first time. The iron armor was removed from Luo Ge's eyes, and Bo Luo Ge could see his appearance clearly for the first time.

He is about forty years old, his hair has begun to thin, but it still maintains a jet black color, his face is thin, and his skin is slightly rough due to years of wind and sun exposure.

Boluogo had killed many people like him, but what really caught Boluogo's attention was his body.

The iron armor was peeled off cleanly, and the clothes under it were already in pieces and stained with blood. Boluogo saw his strong body and the reflection of the alchemical matrix on his skin.

Against the backdrop of the glow, Bologo saw what looked like a nail-like implant embedded in the skin on the man. The ether was injected into it, and the glory exploded at a speed beyond Bologg's understanding.

The man was originally a defender. With the blessing of the power of the aurora, he obtained the etheric power of the glorious one, thereby temporarily gaining the power of the extreme realm.

At this moment, with the activation of the armor plate, the ultimate power of the Glorious One went a step further. Boluogo only saw an indistinguishable afterimage, and then the Glorious One appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes and dented it with a punch. Boluogo's chest grabbed Boluogo's heart, completely penetrated Boluogo's body, and protruded from behind.

"In this way, you should be dead for a long time, right?"

The voice of the Glorious One was rough and heavy, crushing Boluogo's heart.

The armor should be some kind of alchemical weapon. While it brought him a huge increase, it also put the Glory One under great pressure.

Boluogo vomited a large amount of blood, and the blood also contained some obvious pieces of flesh and blood.

A low murmur sounded, and the Glorious One approached Boluogo in confusion, hearing him say weakly.

"You shouldn't be so close to me."

The Glorious One's eyes tightened. He was about to distance himself from Bologg, but found that his arm was completely stuck in Bologg's body.

Blood, Bologo's blood, they are under Bologo's control, clinging to the Glorious One.

Bologg raised his head with difficulty and showed an ugly smile. The heavy blow from the Glorious One was enough to kill Bologg. According to calculations, it should be able to put Bologg into a coma for tens of seconds.

It didn't take too long, but it was enough to give the Glorious Man time to deal with the unfortunate Palmer.

so……

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul.

A strange feeling of detachment arose from the heart of the Glorious One. He felt as if he was missing something. The feeling of emptiness became stronger and stronger until he realized that his ether was rapidly weakening.

Strangely, the Glorious One was sure that his moment soul threshold had not been breached. Then, he noticed with horror that the aurora lingering on his body was gradually extinguishing, and at the same time, Bologo's body glowed with a strange light.

"How...how is this possible?"

The man didn't understand. He couldn't figure out how Boluogo did it. Boluogo actually usurped the power from the Aurora Road. Although this usurpation method would cause a lot of losses to the ether, it was indeed a blessing. On Boluogo's body.

"Now I am the glorious one!"

Boluogo's voice became loud again, and the full ether filled his body and quickly reorganized his flesh and blood, freeing him from the punishment of death coma.

The man realized that the situation was not good. He endured the severe pain and struggled to pull his arm out of the wound on Boluogo's chest. He activated the armor implant on his body, accelerated his body's speed to the extreme, and tried to escape from this place.

Copper-yellow translucent ripples suddenly spread from around Boluogo. Its speed seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. It enveloped the man before he tried to escape, and slowed down his top speed infinitely.

Contract object·Time ring.

The man's time was greatly slowed down, while Boluogo's time passed quickly. Within a few seconds, he had a few strands of white hair on his temples, but this was not a price at all for the undead.

This time, the resentful bite penetrated the man's chest without any hindrance. As the blade turned, blood slowly overflowed from the wound. The man's painful face was like a stop-motion animation, etched into eternity.

The lag ends and the flow of time returns to normal.

The man covered the injury on his chest, escaped from the influence of the time ring, and quickly distanced himself from Boluogo. At the same time, thousands of tons of steel were phantomed out of his head, like falling mountains, attacking the people on the dock indiscriminately. All the people, all the buildings.

Boluogo did not pursue further. He found that the power of the aurora wrapped around his body was repelling him. These powers were self-aware and refused to be robbed so roughly by Boluogo.

Before the power of the aurora dissipated, Bologo controlled the underground river, first causing it to condense, completely freezing the entrances and exits at both ends of the underground river, and then causing the river water to rise and bulge while freezing into ice that supported the steel mountains. column.

Seeing this, the man further released his secret power, and the wound on his chest no longer overflowed with blood, but pure ether.

The mountains intensified, and he didn't think that Boluogo could stop it all, but then he suddenly discovered that Boluogo looked at him with eyes full of indifference and contempt, like looking at a corpse.

The man didn't understand why. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

What about the person with authority?

What about the person in power who has been exerting psychological shock to Boluogo? At some point, his etheric reaction disappeared... as if he was dead.

The cold and terrifying breeze came from the back of the man's neck. He screamed and turned around, only to see a beautiful skirt unfolding behind him.

In the roar that broke the sound barrier, Palmer accelerated over a short distance, and the sword blade penetrated the man's chest again along with the sword wound left by Boluogo.

The supersonic speed brought a terrifying kinetic energy impact. The man's body fell backwards uncontrollably and hit the ground straight into the sunken hole. He relied on his ethereal body to withstand the blow. Unexpectedly, Waiting for breath, a huge amount of air flowed into it along the injury on the chest.

Palmer is very good at this move, injecting a large amount of air along the wound. For a submersible who has not yet become etheric, this attack is extremely fatal. It can quickly cause multiple air embolisms in the body, leading to sudden death.

The man's body has already turned into ether, so this trick will naturally not work, but Palmer is no longer the low-level sublimation master he used to be.

The air flow turned into wind blades, strangling the man's body from the inside. He created dense iron swords, standing on top of Palmer's head. He was about to fall, and when he penetrated Palmer's body in one fell swoop, the huge shadow had already appeared. It covered the man's body, like a black swamp, swallowing the man in the shadow.

Palmer turned around and split the falling iron sword. After a few seconds, the shadow squirmed and the man emerged from the shadow. Only this time, what emerged was no longer a complete body, but a broken corpse.

The flesh and blood shrank, as if it had been drained of blood, and the torso was broken into countless pieces, as if there was a huge meat grinder hidden in the shadows.

The battle is over.

With the cooperation of many parties, the man died just like that, and his ether reaction was extinguished. The thousands of tons of illusory objects also lost their subsequent support, and disappeared into smoke in mid-air.

Bologg glanced at the messy underground dock, and then looked at the aurora surrounding his arms. Bologg gradually lost his grip on them, the light faded, and he completely left this place.

Looking upward gradually, looking towards the darkness above his head, Boluogo guessed that the power of the aurora had returned to its source, and brought back the news of the man's death.

"Palmer, Olivia, you two escort the disabled people away first," Bologg issued the order, and then added to Olivia alone, "This is an opportunity to atone, don't let me down. .”

The huge creeping shadows on the ground gathered together. Without the influence of external pressure, Olivia could use all her energy to move the crowd. This time, the shadows slowly moved towards the outside world.

"After escorting them away, I will come to find you." Relying on the whistle, Olivia's voice rang in Boluogo's mind.

"What about you? What are you going to do next?"

Palmer was breathing heavily. This continuous battle had consumed a lot of his ether. Dots of blood dripped from the tip of his nose and arms. Just now, in order to kill the power-bearing Night Clan, Palmer also It took a lot of effort.

Boluogo pointed to the darkness above his head, "Go and meet the deputy director and Holt."

"By the way..."

Bologger paused, raised his hand and showed the crystal core to Palmer, "Burn through this tower."

…

The Condensers looked nervously at the majestic area filled with ether in front of them. The ether furnace expanded and twisted, turning the entire space into an overlapping point between the etheric world and the material world. Then Nathaniel, the Duke of War and his entourage were deeply trapped in it. , start a war.

They don't know what the fighting situation is inside, but they can still feel the terrifying ether fluctuations. The Sublime Ones are unable to participate in that level of battle, and have no other means to change the status quo. They can only stand there like guards, waiting. with the changes.

Finally, after maintaining silence for several hours, some footsteps were finally heard in the extraordinary realm ahead. The Sublime Practitioners looked ahead nervously, not knowing who was coming.

Gradually, a hazy figure appeared in the light, his posture gradually became clear, and the condensers could see his appearance clearly.

It was the Duke of War, and he came out of the battlefield beyond this world.

It should have been an unimaginable battle. The gaudy robes of the fighting Duke had been burned away, and there were burnt wounds everywhere on his body. His figure was stooped and his steps were staggering.

It was a miserable victory, but a victory nonetheless.

The Condensers walked forward quickly to celebrate the return of Duke Zhanzhan, but suddenly Duke Zhanzhan's knees softened and he knelt straight down, falling to the ground.

"Conquer the Duke!"

Someone exclaimed, and they gathered around him, trying to help him up, but the next second, everyone froze in place, not daring to move.

Wisps of black smoke rise from the back of the Duke of Zhan. Upon closer inspection, you can find that his entire back and back of his head have been completely burned out, leaving only a thin layer of char attached to it. It can be said that this At that time, the Duke of Zheng was like a hollowed-out corpse, and his actions just now were also instinctive movements of the remaining flesh and blood.

The joy was gone, leaving only absolute fear and depression grabbing everyone's throat.

At this time, looking into the extraordinary realm, new, heavy and slow footsteps sounded. Another person walked out of the etheric realm, and with his arrival, the surrounding temperature inexplicably increased a few points.

Who is the one?

Just as they were speculating, a dark object was thrown out. It hit the ground heavily, rolled a few times, and landed at the feet of a condenser.

It was a human head. From the miserable facial features, the condenser could tell the identity of the deceased. It was Congressman Giroud, the great Glorious Giroud.

While the temperature in the environment rose sharply, a bone-chilling chill also piled up in everyone's heart. In the light, the tall and majestic figure appeared. He was naked, and his body was covered with hideous wounds, but there was no blood spilling from the wounds. Some Just an unquenchable flame.

The person who came seemed to be carrying something in his hand. When the picture became clear, the condensers discovered that it was a broken body.

The flesh and blood of the body from the chest down was cut off, and the arms disappeared. Miraculously, the body was not dead yet. The chest heaved weakly, and the charred head opened its mouth wide and let out a meaningless scream. lament.

His eyes had been evaporated clean, and his ear canals had long been burned and stuck together. He was not dead, but he might as well be dead. He was casually grabbed by the neck and held in his hand like a trophy.

Nathaniel picked up Jos, who was only half of his body, and lifted him up high, as if to show off his achievements, but also as a threat, telling everyone the fate of the disobedient.