Endless Debt.

Chapter 763

Chapter 763

Compared with the raging war outside, the inside of Wuyuan Fortress is not peaceful. The Shadow King wipes his weapon. This sword has not been unsheathed for many years. Even the alchemy weapon has appeared on the edge of the metal. A little bit of rust.

There were continuous footsteps coming from all around. Except for the calmness of the Shadow King, the surroundings were busy. Everyone was doing their best to prepare fortifications to deal with the invasion of the Fourth Seat.

The third seat quickly walked out of the darkness. As a deformed child, his actions were all carried out by relying on the dominator, and his dominator, the silver knight, was almost exactly the same in appearance, and it was difficult to distinguish the third man from it. Xi's true body.

"We're running out of steam," said the third seat with bad news.

The Shadow King lowered his head, focusing on the blade in his hand, "shrink the line of defense and lead them here."

The third seat was silent for a while, he looked at the King of Shadows, and then at the weird existence wriggling in the darkness, he nodded, faithfully carried out the King of Shadows' orders, and left quickly.

"Are you trying to turn this place into a battleground?" Mammon asked.

"It's just part of the plan," said the Shadow King. "Is the plague of decay ready?"

Mammon said, "Anytime."

He was a little puzzled, "Why didn't it detonate immediately? Although the Plague of Decay was destroyed by Bologo and his party, the remaining part alone is enough to defeat their offensive."

"No... not enough."

The Shadow King shook his head, then laughed contemptuously, "Do you think the King's Secret Sword has only dispatched this power?"

"how?"

The Shadow King stood up slowly. His body was on the verge of death, and his soul was about to be shattered. Even if he had the power of the Glorious One, he couldn't exert much.

Just like those undead who are behind the times, the way to make up for the shortcomings is very simple, all you need is a sufficiently powerful alchemy weapon.

"I believe that the king's secret sword not only sent the fourth seat and the red dog."

The Shadow King was very sure, "I know my old opponent too well. He is a suspicious person. Only when he sees me beheaded and my body burned to ashes with his own eyes, will he feel at ease."

He stared into Mammon's eyes and said in a low voice, "At this moment, the first seat is in the city of oath, Opus. He may have sneaked into the Great Rift, or he may be outside the Fortress of Fog."

Seeing that Mammon was silent, the Shadow King laughed hoarsely, "At this time, there is no need to hide it. You and I both know that the Scarlet Mistress controlled the King of Terror and then the King's Secret Sword. Not the traitors, they are the traitors."

"What are you going to do?" Mammon felt that the Shadow King seemed to be out of his control.

"It's very simple, if I die, then everyone will know the truth about the bloody night."

The Shadow King coughed a few times, and blood trickled out from under the silver mask.

"I should have done this a long time ago. Unfortunately, I am a pedantic and old-fashioned person. For the sake of ridiculous royal honor, I have kept this secret until today... What a joke."

He smiled wryly, "We Kogadel people are all like this, aren't we? It seems that we are behind the times."

"But there is no way... I always feel that this is my war, my own revenge, if I just obey, it feels like I have surrendered.

I don't want to throw in the towel. "

"But you have already considered admitting defeat." Mammon said.

"One has to be fully prepared. It's better to lose both than to let him win." The Shadow King didn't care.

There was another sound of footsteps, and Morrison walked out of the darkness, bowing to the Shadow King, "The others are ready."

Shadow King said, "Okay, I see."

Morrison then returned to the darkness, and the remaining shield guards had been fully mobilized, guarding every corner of the Fogpit Fortress, ready to meet the enemy.

Mammon asked, "Are you sure you want to fight to the death here?"

"Who knows?" The Shadow King didn't reveal his true thoughts.

Mammon said, "You don't trust me?"

The Shadow King seemed to have heard some kind of joke, he almost laughed and leaned back, "Are you serious? Mammon."

"You are a devil. Can anyone really trust a devil completely? Not to mention, you are the most unpredictable among the devils."

The Shadow King knew enough about devils, "I have met many devils, and you and Leviathan are the two I don't understand the most."

Because of the tendency of the devil to commit original sin, their code of conduct has a certain direction that can be guessed, but Mammon is different. His greed is too vague. In order to maximize profits, his behavior is changeable and weird, just like Levy Like Tan, because he is too jealous of something, his behavior will also become unscrupulous.

In contrast, other devils are easier to speculate, at least you can vaguely guess what they are thinking.

"That sounds really sad, after all I've done to help you," Mammon said.

"Help me, and then threaten me?" Shadow King shook his head, "Stop pretending, Mammon, you and I are just a cold deal."

The Shadow King stretched out his hand, "Fulfill what you should do."

The darkness boiled up, and accompanied by sharp laughter, a pitch-black palm suddenly protruded from the shadow under Shadow King's feet, and grabbed his palm.

The sound of severe corrosion sounded, and the gauntlet worn by the Shadow King was quickly corroded into dense pits, and the viscous tar penetrated the metal protection, leaving a brand on the palm of the Shadow King.

"We're both cleared."

Leaving such words behind, Mammon disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the Shadow King alone to welcome the coming flames of war.

The Shadow King stared at the brand mark on his palm for a long time, and an uneasy thought emerged in his heart.

"He guessed what I was going to do."

The Shadow King talked to himself, and then laughed. Thinking about it, if he could deceive Mammon with a few weak words, then he would have looked down upon the devil too much, and it would have gone against his own heart too much.

If he was as fragile as his words, the Shadow King would not stick to this moment.

"Let's see who can win this time."

Before the words fell, the roaring explosion resounded, and the Shadow King once again saw the umbilical cord extending from his body. It traveled through the building and finally connected to another person whose fate was entangled.

……

The ruined round castle on the cliff, which was once a magnificent castle, has now been eroded by the years and traces of war and turned into a decaying ruin.

Thick mist and fungal vines covered its surface, adding a weird and mysterious atmosphere. Here, it seems that every corner is filled with a bottomless darkness and terror.

The real enemy of this battle is hiding in this majestic ruin. Although it is dilapidated, it still exudes a biting breath.

The two figures, one in front of the other, walked quickly, and the breeze covered the sound of their footsteps, like elegant shadows.

The outer wall of the Fog Abyss Fortress has been ruined by the erosion of time, and the stones on the wall are cracked, as if a little forceful attack can knock it down.

Vines and bent branches spread among the old walls and iron frames. They swayed little by little with the breeze, and the sound of wood and steel rubbing made people feel uneasy.

There are several steep steps on the edge of the ruins. These stone steps have obvious signs of wear and tear. It seems that many people have walked through here.

"What a change," Palmer sighed. "It wasn't like this when I was here last time."

As he said that, Palmer glanced at Borrog's back. Sometimes he felt that the other party was extremely strange, and sometimes he felt extremely familiar.

Now this place has completely turned into an inaccessible wasteland. Under this terrifying and deep scene, it seems that countless ghosts are wandering here. There is a strange and foul smell in the air, which makes people think of the blood here. history.

After a short march, a high wall full of cracks blocked the way of the two of them.

"Are you sure that's it?"

"What else? Do you still have to knock on the door?" Bologo raised his hand axe as he spoke, "Hello? Is this the Mistpit Fortress? Is there your courier... Is that what you mean?"

"No, no, I mean, don't we sneak around a bit?"

"Stealth? This has become a frontal battlefield, how do you want to sneak!"

After Bologo said and glanced, the thick fog had been swept away by the turbulent ether, and the fighting fluctuations of the king's secret swords could be felt even here.

"hurry up!"

After the roaring explosion, Bologo kicked down the crumbling wall and strode into the Misty Abyss Fortress.

"What's the plan?"

Palmer also entered a fighting state, and the enemies he faced later were not the miscellaneous soldiers outside.

"The plan is to find the Shadow King first, then send a signal to tell the king's secret sword to come and kill him. If you meet Morrison first, then kill Morrison first."

Bologo strode forward with his right ax and his left sword.

"How do we find Morrison?"

Speaking of Morrison, Palmer also became vicious, eager to try.

Hearing this, Bologo paused for a moment, then turned his head and asked in a subtle tone.

"Have you ever heard of the brute force method?"

"I know, what does this have to do with it?"

"It's very simple. Kill everyone you see. When you dig through the corpses, you can always find a guy named Morrison."

As Bologo said, he diffused the ether and waved the secret energy. The virtual domain still covered the ruins, but the overall strength was much weaker. It was still difficult for Bologo to control it, but it was smoother than before. Quite a lot.

Relying on his perception of the surrounding area, Bologo immediately recognized how many enemies were hiding here. What made Bologo feel a little strange was that there was a wave of blood lingering in this dead and silent ruin for some reason.

Suddenly, an etheric reaction rose from the front, and without waiting for Bologo to react, Palmer pulled the trigger decisively, and the alchemy bullet shot into the darkness, and there was a clear sound of collision with flesh and blood.

Flying together with the alchemy warhead, there was also the hand ax thrown by Bologo. The two hit the enemy in the darkness one after the other.

The Snake Scale liquid is shaped into chains, so that Bologo's throwing can wave his hand at an infinite distance, pull the chain, and the hand ax quickly returns, dragging a pierced body.

On the way of gliding, Bologo used the ability of blood control, the blood overflowing from the enemy's mouth and nose turned into sharp blood blades, and when the hand ax fell back into Burlogo's hands, the enemy's corpses also turned into broken corpses all over the place , blood smeared all over the floor.

"The desublimator of the first stage," Bologo kicked the corpse, and a little ether remained on the flesh and blood. "The ones outside are all delaying time. All the shield guards are hidden here."

Palmer glanced at the corpse and whispered, "They are no longer a threat to you."

"It's just a difference in rank."

When the sublimers of the first stage step into the control range of Boluoge, they are already a walking corpse... just like when Cylinder invaded the reclamation room.

Under Xilin's indiscriminate control, the tyrannical ether almost killed all the people below the power holder within the range.

A brutal massacre.

Years later, Burlogo brought another massacre.

Not too far after going deep, Bologo solved several "lost" enemies one after another, smashed their armor with an axe, and then swept across and split their bodies with a sharp blade, blood spurted out, and the whole The laneway was dyed red.

In the narrow street battle, Bologo cooperated with his unique blood control ability to quickly slaughter the enemy, but as the two of them went deeper, the enemy's resistance became stronger, and the battle became more and more intense. It was full of the enemy's stumped limbs and blood gushing out.

Until now, Bologo has not encountered any enemies of the same rank, not even a few believers. After checking the corpses, these fallen guys are not like shield guards, but rather Know where to hire mercenaries.

This is normal, under the protection of Mammon, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce will open its doors to the king's shield guards. Those crazy merchants will sell everything, not to mention the slaves and mercenaries who are bound by blood contracts.

Long before the timeline got out of order, Bologo had faced similar foes.

"Is he waiting for me?"

Bologo stood in a pool of blood, looking down at the black umbilical cord extending from his abdomen. Since he entered the Mistpit Fortress, the direction of the umbilical cord's connection has not changed.

It seems that the Shadow King has been staying in place, waiting for their arrival.

"Maybe he doesn't want to hide anymore, and wants to have a decisive battle with us?"

Palmer narrowed his eyes, barely making out the umbilical cord.The connection between him and Shadow King is not very strong.

"A decisive battle in this situation? It feels no different from waiting to die."

Bologo said softly, "He won't give up so easily. Don't forget, until now, the plague of decay has not detonated... Maybe he is luring the enemy to go deep."

"Just like King Solomon once did..." Palmer thought suddenly.

"what happened?"

"The Fall of the Holy City," Palmer explained, "King Solomon defended until the last moment. When the coalition forces hoarded the largest number of troops, a light, a light ended everything."

Palmer speculates, "I think Shadow King is going to do the same, to repeat the events of this land."

Burlogo paused for a moment. He felt that Palmer's guess made some sense. Losing both is better than losing alone.Burrog knew the minds of these outlaws all too well.

"Palmer, if necessary, you need to leave, just like I asked you to leave last time."

Burrog's voice was serious, and he wasn't joking, "I think the decision-making room should have anticipated this behavior of the Shadow King, so they negotiated and let the King's Secret Sword be in charge of the general attack... The result of this battle will only be Both lose."

"The Expendables," Palmer repeated the word.

"I'm an undead, I don't have any worries, but you are different," Bologo said frankly, "You were not included in this operation, and I asked you to be added."

"Bringing good brothers to die together!" Palmer exclaimed, "I knew it!"

From the massacre just now, Palmer realized one thing. His own existence would only hinder Bologo's actions. With the advantage of being undead, he could completely kill all the way to the depths of the Fog Abyss Fortress and find the shadow. King, fire the flare.

After that, it doesn't matter whether Bologo lives or dies, it will be the work of the king's secret sword, but with such a mortal body as himself, the raid has become restrained instead.

"I just want you to solve Morrison yourself," Burlogo explained his reasons. "After you solve Morrison, you can leave and don't look back."

Palmer was stunned, he didn't know what to say for a while, scratching his ears and cheeks, he could only hold back these few words.

"Is this a way of caring for people unique to violent killers?"

Because it was too weird, Palmer actually wanted to laugh a little. He picked up the absurd tone and said, "Come on, Palmer, this guy is a birthday present for you, cut him off!"

"I've been trying to make myself empathetic lately, to empathize with other people's feelings."

As Bologo moved forward, he activated his secret energy. From a place Palmer couldn't see, there was the roar of the wall moving. He guessed that there should be many unlucky ghosts, and now they were crushed into a pulp.

"Actually, I think I have this ability, but my empathy is limited to the feelings in my mind. You know, I'm not very good at expressing this kind of thing." Burlogo said seriously.

There were bursts of gunshots ahead, and in the next second a torrent of metal ran through the corridor. Palmer decisively dodged into a corner on one side, while Burlogo swooped towards the enemy group.

"So you're trying to... express yourself?" Palmer yelled amidst the intense gunfire.

"That's pretty much it," asked Burlogo. "What do you think?"

Burrog turned around quickly, and the hatchet and sword blade raged on the enemy, making heart-piercing noises constantly, as well as loud explosions from time to time and the terrifying stabbing sound of flesh and blood being separated.

In the corridor full of corpses, the ground is full of the enemy's broken limbs and bruises. The scorching fire rises at the end of the dark corridor. Before Burlogo can react, Palmer calls Sao Feng, There was a rampage in the corridor, and the strong air flow rushed against the roaring flame waves, which actually stopped their progress for a while.

A few alchemy warheads were accurately shot into the flames. A few seconds later, the fireworks were extinguished, and there was a dull sound, and several corpses fell down, lifeless.

Palmer walked out of the corner and followed closely behind Burrog, with his revolver lowered, while he ignored the corpses all over the ground, with a pensive look.

It's not a good time to think, but they're both very good at dual-tasking.

When Burrog broke through the iron gate and entered the next area, Palmer expressed his feelings.

"It's not bad... It's a bit weird, but it's not bad." He said while nodding.

Passing through the broken iron gate, Palmer stood on a high place, and in the open space below, Bologo had already fought with several shield guards.After dealing with many mercenaries, they finally met some decent opponents.

"A person in power, two believers, is this the only people?"

In the fierce collision of the etheric streams, Bologo pondered, and he felt more and more that something was wrong in the Fog Abyss Fortress. This vague sense of unknown made it difficult for Bologo to relax.

"Damn it! There's one more person!"

Jesse warned the others while dodging Burrog's onslaught.

As the only power loser in the team, Jesse felt tremendous pressure, a pressure of death, the moment he fought Burrog.

As an ordinary power loser, the three of them cooperated with each other, and in a few rounds of fighting, they could kill their opponents, but Bologo's offensive was too deadly, and the few people who pressed against them could only flee in a hurry.

Bologo swung extremely fast, and Jesse almost relied on instinct to avoid the sword and axe's slashing, but whenever they thought they had avoided Bologo's slashing, the ground began to squirm, accompanied by Bologo's slashing. Swinging in the air, dense spikes will burst out from the ground, amplifying Burrog's attack and splashing damage towards others.

With Palmer's appearance now, heavier pressure was exerted on several people. No one knew how many people had invaded the Mistpit Fortress. Jesse regarded Burrog as the advance team of the king's secret sword.

Soon a few people discovered that Palmer had no desire to join the battle, but instead, he was admiring their wrestling with Burlogo like a spectator.In addition, there is no backup, it seems that there are only two of them here.

"It can't go on like this."

Jesse whispered to himself, and then he roared at Burrog.

The roaring roar shook Bologo's mind, but it only shook for a moment, and it was also in this moment that Jesse started to counterattack.

Fleeing with their backs to Bologo will only be brutally beheaded by him. Their only chance is to hold on and wait for the support of others.

Mysterious Power · Wrath of the Wolf.

Burrog heard the roar of the elephant and the ripping of flesh, and everything darkened and brightened violently.

The beast is fast waking up.

Excessive ether filled the muscles, and Jesse's body swelled rapidly. The skin seemed to be unable to restrain the growing flesh and blood. The scarlet growth lines burst one by one on the body surface, and the violent cracking sound echoed like a landslide.

Jesse's eyes had turned scarlet, his tentacle-like beard and hair were as hard as a sword, an unspeakable impulse kept churning in his heart, and he let out a creepy roar inadvertently.

"The power-holder of the Ascension School," Bologo analyzed, "roaring can affect the spirit, the speed is greatly increased, and the strength is not yet clear."

The resentful bite was thrown violently, and the blade came like a spear.

(End of this chapter)