Endless Debt.

Chapter 766

Chapter 766

When faced with difficult difficulties, different people have different ways to deal with them. Some people will fall into the predicament and resign themselves to their fate, while others will try their best to solve the crisis.

Burrogo is different from the above. Whenever he encounters a dilemma that is difficult to solve, the first thing he thinks of is...

Turn the table!

Undecided, destroying the terrain sounds a bit path-dependent, but I have to admit that this method is really useful, especially in the complex space of the Fog Abyss Fortress, which is precarious.

Bologo released his secret energy to his heart's content, rapidly expanding the scope of his control. Every ray of etheric power penetrated into the ground like a rivet. and shredded.

Mysterious power · governing decree.

In an instant, the entire area shook violently, the walls began to crack, stones and tiles were scattered everywhere, and the ground cracked, creating raised boulders and deep whirlpools.

Light Feather washed Bolog's body, leaving his armor full of holes. At the same time, Bolog also became the core of this collapsed vortex, devouring the buildings in it.

The ceiling of the entire hall began to collapse, heavy stones and wooden beams fell, smashed into pieces, making a piercing loud noise, and the cyan aether glow rolled out from the cracks, covering the masonry like ghosts.

The cracks in the ground spread to Hernan's feet, and the secret energy one-way arrow endowed him with powerful lethality, but other than that, he was no different from an ordinary believer.

The thick smoke and rubble concealed Bologo's figure, and the sloping ground made it difficult for Hernan to attack accurately. He could only jump forward between the collapsed cracks to avoid being buried by the ruins.

Many screams sounded, and many soldiers and desublimators failed to escape the falling boulders. They were directly smashed into the next layer of the ground, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

As the ground tilted, the huge flesh and blood creation also began to fall, and it slammed heavily on the wall on one side, further accelerating the destruction of this place.

Morrison's roar sounded, he had already realized who Bologo was, the man who almost destroyed the Fortress of Mists, and now he came again, vowing to destroy this place.

The strength of the earthquake became stronger and stronger. A long section of the wall collapsed, sandwiching boulders and tiles, and cut into forest-like wreckages. Heavy wooden beams and stones splashed around the fortress, covering the entire building. body.

In the torrential rain that collapsed, Morrison had no time to take care of Hernan. Even he himself could only rely on the lift provided by the light feathers to quickly dodge among the gravel and head towards Burogo. Fast approach.

Morrison had to stop the destruction, and the light feathers erupted again. Under the guidance of the lock-chasing sword, they converged into a flashing torrent, rushing straight towards the location of Borrog.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the top of the head, as if something was falling towards here. The next moment, the sharp minaret broke through layers of the ground, and fell down like a shattered, blocking the torrent of light feathers and Bologo. between.

The bright light burst in front of Bologo's eyes, piercing him to the point of tears. At the same time, a sense of emptiness emerged from the bottom of his heart. The large-scale control consumed Bologo's ether extremely violently, not to mention, This place is already covered with a layer of imaginary domain.

So no matter how fragile this layer of imaginary domain is, it eventually brought a little resistance and increased the difficulty of Bologo's destruction.

"small issue."

Burrog thought to himself, he waited for the moment Morrison killed before his eyes, the protection and soul-sucking usurper had already been prepared, and Morrison would become his supplies for the next round of more intense battles .

The minaret has been turned into rubble, and a strong stream of light overflows from the gap, as if a sun is approaching at high speed.

Borogo's dominion severely damaged the structure of the fortress. Stone pillars fell down like tree trunks, stone slabs were torn into pieces, and all kinds of sharp objects were covered with debris.

In the rising storm, Hernan was exhausted, but the destruction engulfed everything. Hernan soon realized that he had no way to escape. He could only keep jumping to higher places to avoid the collapse. The ground swallowed him up.

Hernan grabbed a handful of gravel and launched it with the power of a one-way arrow. In the roaring blasting sound, the gravel flew a few meters before completely evaporating, but the terrifying kinetic energy it carried was still easily destroyed. The huge boulder blocking the way in front of him.

His chest rose and fell violently, and Hernan sensed the loss of ether. The one-way arrow is powerful, but besides many restrictions, it also consumes terrible ether.

For example, Hernan's ammunition is carried according to his ether consumption. When he throws all the spikes, then his ether should be almost consumed.

"Unfortunate!"

Hernan complained in a low voice. In the previous battles, his spikes were extremely threatening, but now that Bologo is no longer playing. In this case, Hernan has no spare energy to shoot Bologo. It was even said that without the need for Bologo to take the initiative to attack, maybe a certain boulder would kill Hernan.

"Crazy move."

Hernan evaluated Burlogo's move from the bottom of his heart. This behavior can indeed break the deadlock, but Burlogo will undoubtedly put his teammates in danger. Maybe Palmer has been crushed to death.

The tension eased a little, and Hernan suddenly found that he lost control of his body and fell straight into the ruins.

what happened?

Hernan couldn't figure it out, but soon a piercing pain spread from his ankle, and a flat wound cut off his tendon at some point, and the blood overflowed unstoppably.

After a brief daze, Hernan immediately rolled over and hid in the corner of the smoke and dust, endured the severe pain, and checked his body for other fatal wounds.

Under the influence of the collapse, the roaring sound of falling covered up the buzzing of flying knives, and the scratches on his body caused by the gravel also made Hernan ignore the weak pain at first.

Palmer wasn't dead, he was hiding around, trying to hunt himself.

"Damn! Damn!"

Hernan cursed constantly, and now he, too, was dragged into a slow death.

If he continued to stay here, the boulder would kill Hernan sooner or later, but it would allow him to break out. His ankle was injured, and it became extremely difficult for him to move, let alone Palmer hunting.

Soon Hernan made a decision, he clenched the spikes tightly, and since he would die anyway, he vowed to take Palmer with him.

Leaning against the swaying wall, Hernan stood up with difficulty. He realized that Palmer was good at shielding with ether, and his attack would not have been so silent without him.

"Is this calculated?"

Talking to himself, Hernan felt a bit of fear. He thought that Bologo's atrocity was just an act of madness, but now it seems that he acted in order to cooperate with his partner.

Burrog not only divided the battlefield, but also put the advantage of the battlefield on their side.

Hernan tried to stay calm, his eyes flicked back and forth among the rising dust, both of them were deadly assassins, so he and Palmer had only one chance to attack, and whoever attacked first would win.

The spirit was highly concentrated, the blood flow was fast, and in a trance, Hernan realized that the changes in things had become slower. He could clearly see the falling gravel and the trail of the smoke, and even perceived the chaos from this chaotic change. A strange performance.

A cloud of smoke suddenly surged up, and at the same time, a vague black shadow quickly emerged.

Hernan almost instinctively wanted to shoot the spikes through the black shadow, but at the last moment of raising his hand, he stopped abruptly.

Thousands of thoughts roared in Hernan's mind.

No matter how quickly and deadly the spikes are, when firing, Hernan has a swing forward to apply force to the spikes, so the gap between his attack frequency is Hernan's dead point.

What if this black shadow was just Palmer's feint?What if you make a wrong judgment?Covered by smoke, Hernan didn't know where he was going to hit. What if Palmer couldn't be killed by one blow?

Hernan's mind went blank, and he threw the spike.

The alchemy metal rubbed against the air violently, and a series of sonic booms made people's ears ring. Immediately, a fireball cloud was formed along the trajectory, and was pulled into a red line of fire by the high-speed airflow.

The line of fire pierced through the smoke, and the smoke and dust swung away, and a galloping boulder was instantly pierced and shattered.

The roaring etheric reaction rose from Hernan's side. Just as he guessed, it was Palmer's feint attack. Shijian, a figure approaching at high speed.

Hernan's expression was tense, and then he burst out laughing.

This is not the first time that Hernan has encountered such a dangerous situation, nor is it the first time that he has faced the enemy so close to kill him. Hernan found that in high-intensity battles, due to excessive concentration, Concentration, many times, people overlook some very simple things.

For example, Hernan has two hands, for example, he can throw many spikes at once.

Hernan's body fell to one side, and he spun vigorously along with his body. His other hand grabbed the spikes at his waist, and the other hand, which had already grasped several spikes, tried his best to Throw spikes in the direction of the rising ether.

Palmer was still too impetuous, this round was won by himself,

Hernan's heart was extremely ecstatic. Even if the smoke covered Palmer's body and he couldn't see the specific target, it didn't matter. The multiple spikes were like shotguns, weaving a web of death. Palmer There is no escape.

The roar of the raging wind sounded, and the surging air broke through the smoke and dust, exposing Palmer. Dense lines of fire were advancing towards him at high speed from all directions, but Palmer had no intention of avoiding him at all.

Palmer stood still, maintaining the motion of throwing the knife.

In the next moment, under Hernan's disbelieving eyes, all the red lines precisely brushed against the contours of Palmer's body, and they couldn't even scratch.

"how is this possible!"

Hernan was like a ghost, he knew the existence of luck, but he never thought that someone could be so lucky, as if the goddess of luck kissed his cheek, and all the arrows towards him would be deflected.

After the blood line bloomed along his neck, Hernan's anger stopped abruptly. He held the blood bubbling from his throat, stared at Palmer with wide eyes, and then the huge boulder fell, smashing his figure into it. into the ruins below.

Palmer stood where he was, with a calm expression on his face, but there was already a huge wave in his heart at this moment, and the long-overdue fear scratched his heart.

There was a faint pain on the surface of the skin, Palmer rubbed his numb cheeks, and then raised his wrist.

On the twelve dice, the gem on the number ten side completely dimmed.

Palmer murmured, "Huh... is this a big success?"

The battle between the Sublimators was deadly, life and death could be separated in the blink of an eye, and while Palmer beheaded Hernan, Burlogo continued to wreak havoc and confronted Morrison.

Morrison was crazy, and kept waving the light feathers, regardless of the ether consumption. He had to stop Burrog, and Burrog seemed to be committing a suicide attack. He completely ignored his light feathers and only cared about destroying the earth.

The Fog Abyss Fortress used to be a magnificent and magnificent building, but now, it has faced catastrophe after disaster, until today, it has ushered in complete destruction.

The shock spread in all directions, and even the place where the Shadow King was located was affected.

At first there was a thunderous sound, and then a terrible earthquake began.

At the beginning, the arches on the building began to vibrate, their foundation support had been destroyed, unable to support their weight, gradually, the arches began to collapse, like a huge stone wall rushing to the ground, huge stones spread all over the ground, It slammed into the surrounding buildings, making a dull roar, and the stone pillars on the side also began to vibrate violently. The patterns and carvings on the stone pillars began to shatter and collapse, and finally the stone pillars collapsed, scattering white dust and gravel, rolling around.

Shadow King looked down at the umbilical cord extending from his abdomen, he knew who was coming.

As the earthquake intensified, the building structure gradually collapsed, some floors began to collapse, and stones and slabs fell downward, forming a larger pile of ruins.

The tide-like ether is stirring in Bologo's body, and the building as a whole flows like magma, constantly deforming and twisting, making people dizzy.

The carved details on the solid stone surface are dilapidated, and the picture looks scattered and messy, exuding a strong sense of uneasiness, and finally turns into a pile of ruins, with cracked stone slabs, wood and chaotic steel bars intertwined.

It all seemed so frantic and destructive until the whole building fell silent as if dead.

Bologo was panting in pain. This round of control consumed most of his ether, but fortunately he noticed the disappearance of Hernan's ether reaction, Palmer did not let himself down, and solved that guy.

As for the other soldiers and sublimators, under this fatal destruction, most of them were buried in the ruins, and even if they were alive, they didn't have much fighting power to speak of.

After moving his stiff body, Morrison's furious sound was close at hand.

Speaking of which, this method is really easy to use. It not only destroyed the buildings and terrain, but also solved most of the enemies. Even the huge and weird flesh and blood creation was buried under the boulder, leaving only some scarlet touches. Limbs, struggling to move under the stone slab.

This is what Bologo learned from Cylinna. Bologo, who has the power to control power, is like an extraordinary bomb. As long as he can overcome the limitations of the virtual domain, he can destroy the castle and palace at any time.

Bologo sometimes thinks that when he grows stronger and the concentration of ether continues to rise, he himself will turn into a walking extraordinary disaster.

At the end of the collapse, the furious streamer tore apart the cover between the buildings, and Morrison appeared in front of Burrog, with wings of light, like an angel.

Burrog wanted to tear his wings off.

"asshole!"

Morrison cursed angrily, and dense light feathers erupted.

One after another faint rays of light emerged, and as the speed increased, the intensity of the rays of light rose sharply, and these rays of light gradually merged together to form a bright beam of light, as if to penetrate the sky and the earth.

Burrog clenched his sword and ax tightly, and the ether boost was on his legs, ready to move at the same high speed at all times.

The light beam seemed to be alive. It bent and pulled during the flight, forming a special winding and undulating path. Burrog smashed the ground, and the figure flew towards Morrison's side at high speed, while the light feathers Continue to pursue under the guidance of the sword of chasing locks.

Countless beams of light flew along the ground, and the contained ether began to distort reality. The strong friction and speed produced high temperature, and the moisture evaporated in the air instantly, causing tiny electric sparks to be generated in the air. The magnificent tide wrapped Burogo .

Burrog leaped up quickly, deftly moving and flashing between the beams, like a cheetah running across the grassland.

The beam of light is reflected in the eyes of Bologo into brilliant stars, and these starlights are still rapidly enlarging, falling on the ruins aside, Bologo uses the power of the soles of his feet to perform short jumps, flexibly changing the center of gravity and landing point, so that the body can Quickly adapt to the change in direction of the beam, arcing through the air.

With the movement of the light beam, Bologo's steps are also adjusted accordingly, jumping, steadfast, and spinning, he is constantly changing speed and direction, as agile as an ice ballet dancer, and every step is extremely precise, even in the most extreme Complete continuous transformation in a small space.

While moving between the light beams, Bologo also maintained high-speed movement and smooth turns, and the snake scale liquid was shaped into iron spears one after another, which were thrown by Bologo like thunder along with the stage.

Morrison avoided the bombardment of the iron spear. He didn't expect that with the guidance of the lock-chasing sword, Bologo could escape the bombardment of the beam so easily.

Just as he was about to bombard Bologo further, he suddenly found that Bologo disappeared, the beams lost their target, their speed began to slow down, collapsed into pieces of light plume, and then they seemed to find their target again , and ran towards Morrison.

Just when Morrison was wondering what happened, he saw the chain extending from the secret sword thrown behind him.

The moment he turned his head, Morrison saw a ghostly face.

Bologo was too good at feinting. The phantom dagger was wrapped in the thrown iron spear. The moment the replacement was completed, the horror of the soul erupted, shocking Morrison's mind.

Morrison froze for a second, and it was only this second that the saw ax swung down and split his shoulder.

The fully awakened Saw Ax was gnawing at Morrison's body like a wild beast. The jagged blades were like the fangs of a monster. cutting sound.

Under the double influence of the terrifying face and the sawaxe, Morrison wailed uncontrollably when he saw such a terrifying scene happen to him.

Morrison was a proud guy, but Burrog's horror completely shattered his self-confidence, and he was as crazy as an ordinary person.

The ether erupted, and Morrison tried to wave the light feathers to repel Borrog, but the ether just surged up for a moment, then collapsed and leaked, as if a hole appeared in his own alchemy matrix.

Protecting and sucking the soul.

While the sawaxe was gnawing on Morrison's flesh and blood, Burrog was plundering Morrison's ether. Seeing his terrified appearance, Burrog laughed wildly.

The saw ax gnawed away the muscles and ligaments on his shoulders, exposing the whiteness of the bones, and the interlaced teeth continuously sharpened the bones, making a deafening friction sound.

Bologo let go of his grudge, and grabbed Morrison's throat. The howling gust of wind passed by, and the storm feather broke through the dust, cutting Morrison's rising wings with precision.

The two fell to the ground, and under the pressure of Burrogo, Morrison moaned in extreme pain, his eyes were full of despair and fear, his body twitched non-stop, and struggled weakly in the face of imminent death.

The saw ax was slowly pulled downwards, Morrison's breath became weaker and weaker, the flesh was easily sawed into pieces like cotton, and blood spurted onto the saw teeth, he felt that this strange weapon seemed to be more excited, it was eager to More flesh and blood, I hope more human life can be swallowed and gnawed by it.

"No no no!"

The sharp sound of rubbing saws echoed in Morrison's ears. This scene was real and disgusting, and it made people shiver involuntarily.

As if Morrison's prayer had been answered, Burlogo actually pulled out the Sawaxe and stopped beheading Morrison.

"Ha ha……"

Morrison gasped in pain, and every time his chest rose and fell, he would squeeze out a lot of blood, but fortunately, there was still a small amount of ether in his body, which could support the existence of etherization, not enough to die.

The sound of footsteps came from a distance, and Palmer stepped on the ruins, striding here with gloomy eyes.

Morrison's psychology was completely crushed by the intertwined fear, and he shouted, "I surrender!"

They are field staff of the Bureau of Order. They need information. Morrison believes that they will not kill him directly.

"Whatever you want! I can give it to you!"

Burrog didn't respond, and Palmer came to Morrison. He glanced at the weak and dying guy, and he looked at Burrog again.

After a moment of silence, Palmer took off his old black hood and agreed, "You're right."

He whispered, "Violence makes peace."

(End of this chapter)