Endless Debt.

Chapter 767

Chapter 767

With Morrison's defeat, the battlefield returned to calm, and the surroundings became quiet. From time to time, Bologo could hear groans coming from under the ruins. sound.

Boluoge couldn't see the huge flesh and blood creation anymore. There was a deep pit with a dent in the center of the ruins, leading to the area on the next floor. It should have fallen into it together with the collapsed ceiling.

"I'm going to confirm what it is," Burlogo signaled for the next action, "then you..."

Burlogo paused for a moment, and a chilling atmosphere permeated Palmer's surroundings.

At this moment, Palmer was facing Bologo with his back, and the ether reaction in his body became a little weak. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to kill Hernan.

Morrison was lying in a pool of blood, out of breath.

As a power bearer, Morrison is rarely in such a mess. Unfortunately, when he met Bologo, the Sawaxe almost bit through most of his chest, and the Guardian and Soul Sucker took away his absolute power. Most of the ether.

Morrison can still breathe now, relying entirely on the residual ether in his body, barely maintaining his own etherification.

Just like the death countdown, the ether in the body is being exhausted little by little. When the ether is completely exhausted, it will be the time when the etherization is released, and then Morrison will die like a mortal.

"Palmer."

Burrog called out his partner's name, gently tugged the chain wrapped around his wrist, and the grudge that was inserted into the ground was quickly withdrawn.

"According to the original plan, I will check that ghost thing and look for the Shadow King." Burrog turned around and turned his back to him. "As for you, after you finish him, leave here quickly."

"it is good."

A cold note came from Palmer's mouth. Hearing his response, Bologo heaved a sigh of relief. He jumped towards the pothole below and disappeared into the darkness.

Only Palmer and Morrison were left on the scene. The unbearable silence lasted for a long time, and there were continuous vibrations from all around, as if it was about to collapse again.

"what……"

Palmer suddenly laughed, but his expression was bitter, and he shook his head while laughing.

Morrison couldn't understand what this psychopath was thinking. While struggling to survive, Morrison thought about how to survive. He moved his fingers carefully, trying to grasp the secret sword soaked in a pool of blood.

The sharp pain suddenly appeared, Morrison growled in pain, and saw a throwing knife pierced his palm and nailed it to the ground.

There was a little madness in Palmer's eyes, as if he was affected by blood, he became cold and terrifying.

"Finally got you, Morrison," Palmer said.

"who are you?"

Morrison couldn't figure it out. He had never met Palmer, and he didn't even know what animosity there was between the two.

"It does not matter."

As Palmer said, he opened the storm feather, and the single throwing knife split into two in his hand.

Realizing that he had no chance of winning at all, Morrison said to Palmer with a smile on his bloody face.

"I surrender, you have caught me, take me back to your prison."

This is my only chance of survival, I will live first, and I will talk about the counterattack later.

Palmer ignored Morrison's words, as if he had an epiphany.

"Violence breeds peace."

When he said this, Palmer's expression was unexpectedly pious, as if he was reciting some kind of holy words.

Palmer laughed again, squatting next to Morrison, and asked while fiddling with the throwing knife, "What do you think of my partner? A total violent man, right?"

Morrison didn't know what Palmer was going to do, but as Palmer said, Bologo gave Morrison the feeling of a bloodthirsty lunatic, but now it seems that Palmer is also sick Seriously, neither of these two people is a good thing.

Covering the wound, Morrison gasped in pain, seeing him like this, Palmer continued.

"When I first partnered with him, every time I watched him fight, I felt disgusted," Palmer frowned. "It wasn't fighting at all, it was more like killing... slaughter."

While talking, Palmer took out an injection from his waist pocket, and a bright silver light flowed from the glass tube.

"Can you understand what I mean? Everyone slashes and kills with a certain purpose, for the sake of profit, but he is different. He is simply killing for fun."

Palmer looked disgusted, "Wow, you really are a perverted murderer."

The needle pierced into Morrison's body, and with Morrison's dazed face, a large amount of Mangyin's soul was injected into Morrison's body, so that his etherization could be maintained, and even more Mangyin's soul , Morrison can fight again.

Those who bear power are no longer completely mortal existences. As long as their bodies do not suffer complete fatal injuries, they can rely on etherification to survive, and even suppress their injuries and return to a fighting state.

What Palmer is doing now is undoubtedly "curing" Morrison, and he doesn't understand why.

"Later, I heard some old stories about him, some stories about hatred, which made me change my opinion of him a little bit, but I still can't understand his cruelty, and it's even more difficult to understand his savior spirit."

Palmer commented, "What is he thinking? Thinking he is the protagonist of the movie?"

After the injection was emptied, Palmer took out another tube and plunged it into Morrison's body.

He raised his eyebrows and said in an envious tone, "But who doesn't want to be the protagonist of a movie?"

"The old aristocratic spirit affects me. I am the heir of the Krex family. How can I be like him, like a desperado rolling in the mud."

Palmer said to himself, "Well, sometimes, I am really ridiculous, but I still can't understand him..."

The cold eyes met Morrison's.

"Now I understand."

"If it is said that even the anger of revenge must be restrained by red tape, then this anger is too worthless."

Palmer agreed with Burlogo's philosophy, "This is not a perverted pleasure, but a belated trial. I vow to punish the evil with the cruelest punishment."

Palmer stood up, straightened his collar, and the tall shadow completely enveloped Morrison.

"Thinking of it this way, everything we do is a good deed."

Palmer looked awakened, he kicked the secret sword to Morrison's hand, walked a few steps away, and distanced himself from Morrison.

"Although my partner seems to be a cold-faced murderer, he is actually quite warm-hearted. He knows that you are a negative person, and he is afraid that I will not be able to kill you. He purposely beats you up and hands you over to me for execution."

Palmer shook his head, "It's not good, it's like he's avenging me."

Morrison grabbed the secret sword, he did not show his face, but he laughed at Palmer's foolishness in his heart.

Palmer's ether supplement to Morrison has not been able to bring him back to his peak state. Who said that Burrow is too strong? If he is not there, Burrow may split Morrison with an axe.

"Stand up, Morrison." Palmer said loudly, "Revenge is something you should do yourself, shouldn't you?"

Morrison pulled out the flying knife pinned to his palm, clenched the secret sword tightly, and stood up unsteadily.

"You'll regret it," he whispered.

Mangyin's soul only replenished a small amount of ether, but you must know that Morrison is a power loser, and the ether will be exhausted only when the power is evenly matched, otherwise the real victory or defeat will be decided in a moment.

Glowing wings spread behind Morrison, and the light shone on Palmer's cheeks. There was a rustling sound, and several blood-stained figures pushed away the stone slabs on their bodies and struggled to crawl out of the ruins. out.

Morrison almost laughed at the sight, Palmer was so arrogant, he would die of it.

Palmer's expression didn't change at all, he was just talking to himself.

"Who remembers that I was also the rookie of the year?"

Blazing storms rolled in Palmer's eyes.

The wind howled and ravaged the ground, the dust was raised, and the exposed vines swayed in the hurricane. Palmer waved his hand, and with his gesture, the direction and speed of the wind began to change.

Suddenly, a sharp wind blade hit the desublimator on one side. He had just climbed out of the ruins, thanking himself for surviving, but in an instant, the high-speed wind blade cut open his calf, and blood gushed out instantly. The nightmare didn't end there, more wind blades swirled and pierced his chest.

While moaning in pain, the wind blade lightly grazed the enemy's arm, cutting off his muscles and ligaments, and the bright red blood spewed out like a scarlet flame.

Morrison suddenly realized that he might have misjudged Palmer.

A more powerful storm rolled up and swallowed the entire battlefield, billowing dust and smoke wrapped it up, like a sandstorm, and the field of vision became pitch black.

Accompanied by the sharp sound of the wind, a gust of strong wind swept towards Morrison's body in an instant. Morrison waved his light feathers to escape, but under the control of a stronger storm, the airflow was disordered and could not provide enough lift at all. He could only stand on the broken ground.

The two schools of secret energy are different, and their priorities are completely different. Palmer controls the airflow in this area, and Morrison's wings can no longer fly.

Morrison couldn't find Palmer's ether reaction, and a huge amount of ether filled the storm. It can be said that Palmer is the storm itself at this moment.

How should the light feather pierce the storm?

As if being sucked into a huge vortex, Morrison couldn't escape, and the wind blade became more fierce and faster.

Morrison saw a thin figure crumbling in the storm, he saw Morrison, raised his hand and tried to ask Morrison for help.

The sound of iron cries came from the storm, the storm feathers split, countless flying knives merged into the storm, and suddenly a huge hole was torn out on the figure's chest. Looking at the tearing hole, the tiny blood vessels were blown by the wind. It was shattered under the air pressure of the blade.

The air pressure became lower, and breathing gradually became difficult. More wind blades mixed with flying knives came, and the bones and muscles could not withstand such a devastating attack, and were cut into pieces in an instant.

His thin body began to tremble, and he couldn't bear the huge pain. His whole body was shaken by the storm, and the screams seemed endless. Finally, he fell to the ground, without any breath of life.

The corpse was lifted up by the wind, rolled into the sky, and cut and cut mercilessly. The lingering sound of panic and pain made people shudder.

"Have you been hiding it for so long!"

Morrison roared. At this moment, he realized that Palmer is not something to be underestimated. In the previous battle, he seemed to be deliberately hiding his strength.

There was faint mocking laughter in the storm.

Ever since he got mixed up with Burrog, Palmer's light had been completely covered by Burrow's light. Palmer was not jealous, on the contrary he was relieved.

Palmer is a dedicated salary thief, and since Burlogo enjoys his work so much, and kills his enemies, leave it to him.

It can be said that since partnering with Burlogo, Palmer has almost never used his full strength. There is no need, Burlogo will cut off the heads of all enemies.

Now, in Palmer's own moment of revenge, it's time to fire.

Morrison tried his best to calm himself down. He didn't have a lot of ether, so he couldn't spend it recklessly. The rolled up dust obscured his vision, and the sword of chasing locks didn't get Palmer's blood, so there was no way to trace him. figure.

The storm was like a slow execution.

Sentencing?

Morrison suddenly understood what Palmer meant. What he wanted was not a close revenge battle at all. What he wanted was to die slowly in despair.

Yeah, what could be more insane than giving you a glimmer of hope and then snuffing it out?

"Mixed!"

Morrison cursed, but he was met with a wicked smile.

Another scream sounded, an enemy's chest cavity was torn open by the wind blade, his lungs were instantly sucked out by the gust of wind, torn like a prey of a storm, red blood vessels burst under the strong air pressure, The blood sprayed on the man's body, staining his clothes and his arms red.

Another enemy's neck was cut by the wind blade, and a bloody groan spewed from his throat, which was just covered by the sound of the wind, and then his body was swept into the darkness and disappeared.

The storm is like a raging beast, devouring the enemy constantly, leaving behind a terrifying scene.

Morrison's breathing became more and more difficult, and he blocked the lock-chasing sword in front of him. He knew that Palmer was just a believer, and his own ether could not control such a large-scale storm for a long time. As long as he lasted until the storm was over, he still had a chance of winning.

"Krex's family, the heir... Fengyuan!"

With a high level of concentration, one word after another in the conversation emerged from my mind and pieced together.

It was only then that Morrison realized belatedly what kind of guy he was facing.

A silent ghost emerged from the storm behind Morrison. Morrison sensed the strangeness, and the sword of chasing locks slashed behind him, and Guangyu was ready to shoot at any time.

The blade slashed into nothingness, and then a sharp pain came from behind. Two throwing knives pierced Morrison's shoulder and waist from left to right, and Morrison couldn't help but let out a deep and painful moan. , he could hear the tearing of his own flesh and the cracking of bones.

"Let's fight head-on!"

Morrison invited to fight, etherization is constantly consuming his own ether, if he continues to delay, he will undoubtedly die.

Palmer succeeded, and his pity inspired Morrison's desire to live. He didn't want to die here, and he fought hard to survive.

"Okay."

The creepy voice sounded from behind again.

Morrison decisively inspired the light feather, and the dazzling light instantly enveloped the surroundings. Anyone who looked directly at Morrison would be tortured by the scorching sun.

The cold blade pierced through the bright light and pierced Morrison's abdomen. Blood and body fluids mixed together in an instant, and slowly leaked out of the wound, forming a piece of dirty flesh and blood.

The two were so close that Palmer could still deliver the killing blow even though he couldn't see anything.

Palmer was lucky enough today, this time he was not so lucky, a series of light feathers were nailed into his chest, but fortunately he avoided the slash of the lock chasing sword in time, and with the assistance of Gale, he It flashed neatly to Morrison's side.

The vision was blurred, and Palmer pulled away. In the darkness caused by the sandstorm, the light on Morrison was so dazzling.

Just like a target.

Palmer threw a series of daggers, some missed, some were parried by the chain sword, some scratched Morrison, and some penetrated his body and even got stuck in the bones.

The heart-pounding pain hit from the inside out. Morrison's muscles spasmed and his body shook uncontrollably. Apart from the pain, there was despair and fear in his eyes.

Palmer's throwing dagger was so powerful, each blow carried an aether boost, hitting Morrison's body like a cannonball.

The sharp blade penetrated almost all of his organs, deeply whipping Morrison's vitality, bringing his entire body to the eve of a complete collapse.

However, Morrison still did not fall, his consciousness was still there, he was still breathing and struggling desperately, under the strong desire to survive, Morrison tried to approach Palmer, but his body gradually became heavy , Lost strength, even a trace of strength can not move the injured limbs.

"damn it."

Morrison almost shed tears, Palmer said that he disliked the bloody violence of Burrog, but what is the difference between him and Burrog?

While Burrogo would inflict the cruelest atrocities, crushing his enemies to flesh and bone, Palmer would deftly play with the minds of others, driving their minds to irreparable despair.

A heinous scream came from the two daggers, stabbing Morrison's body, carving deep scars on his body.

In extreme desperation, Morrison seized the last chance of winning. At some point, a chain made of ether extended from the secret sword and connected to the figure that gradually disappeared in the storm.

This is the last round of Guangyu's attack

Just as Morrison was fighting to the death, the furious ether came oncoming.

Palmer threw away the empty injection, and Mangyin's soul was quickly digested in the alchemy matrix. He exhausted the ether in his body and launched the final execution.

Mysterious Energy · Stormrage Forgiveness.

The strong whirlwind trapped Morrison, his limbs and body were mercilessly strangled by the wind blade, and blood and minced flesh were splashed all over the ground.

Morrison's roar was slender and sharp as it was pulled by the strong wind, as if desperately crying, shattered muscles, broken bones and limbs rolled wantonly in the storm, and Morrison's previous heroic image completely collapsed at this time , He became a tumbleweed trembling and rolling in the storm, a piece of meat cut by countless wind blades.

This is no longer a storm, but a huge meat grinder with countless sharp blades.

The wailing was intermittent.

The wind blade blew past, leaving a horrific incision, and the dying figure kept throwing his limbs around, and every thrown part was shattered and disappeared in the air. In the end, Morrison's body It has turned into a pile of flesh and blood fragments, leaving only a pool of blood and broken bones scattered on the ground.

The violent wind calmed down, and on the messy and smelly ground, Palmer took a deep breath, blood was rolling in his lungs, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

Palmer remembered an article he had read in a newspaper. If two people get along for a long time, they will become alike under the influence of each other.

Glancing at the pieces of meat all over the floor, and recalling Borrog's bad sense of humor, Palmer felt there was some truth to the article.

Palmer paused, and retched uncontrollably. It was still a bit embarrassing for him to do this kind of thing with his own hands. The physical discomfort and the intense consumption of ether affected his spirit together. The joy of life intertwined.

He laughed morbidly.

(End of this chapter)