Endless Debt.

Chapter 768 Death Comes

Chapter 768 Death Comes

In the dim room, Mamen sat on the dilapidated sofa as always, and the stacked TVs showed him the whole picture of the war from different perspectives.

In the first scene, Palmer wiped the blood on his face, obeyed Bologo's order, and turned back towards the outside along the crack in the ruins. Morrison's body turned into fine blood foam, Spread evenly on the ground.

In the second picture, the fourth seat has already broken through the defense line built by the Wordless and the third seat, and the Fog Abyss Fortress is close at hand, but the ferocious offensive of the fourth seat has weakened a lot now, most of the secret swords Already wounded, some people have already died in battle.

On the ever-changing battlefield, they have no time to deal with the corpses. They can only take away the valuable things from the corpses and put them into the next round of battle, such as the secret sword that symbolizes force and honor.

Mamen asked, "Grey, in the king's secret sword, there should be many people who can wear multiple secret swords at the same time, just like you?"

Gray didn't respond, Mammon called out again, "Grey?"

Still no response.

Mammon turned her head and looked around, but Gray disappeared without a trace.

A grotesque smile bloomed on Mammon's face, his breathing became short of breath, and his whole body fell into inexplicable excitement. When he pressed the remote control, a screen that went out turned on, and Gray was being reflected in it.

He walked through the deep and dark corridor, the ground trembled slightly, and the roaring ether roared in the distance, but these failed to affect Gray. He clenched the poison-burned sword tightly, and stepped on the stairs with firm eyes.

Mammon's eyes were filled with ecstasy, almost laughing.

Looking at the other screen, the dark figure advanced at high speed, crossed the winding corridor, and penetrated the ruins in the way. The figure seemed to have sensed Mammon's prying eyes. He turned his head. Under the black mask, he was full of death. cast his eyes.

The opponent didn't pay any attention to Mammon, but waved the blade in his hand, and the raging fire rose along the blade, melting through and burning the rock in front of him.

In the next screen, a figure in a scarlet robe was silently advancing through the mist.

Seeing him, Mamen couldn't help holding her breath even though she was separated from the screen, as if she was afraid of being discovered by the other party, under her suppressed breath was an uncontrollable smile.

The scarlet figure began to tremble, the screen seemed to be malfunctioning, the picture began to distort, sparks flickered around the TV screen, and there was a crackling electric sound inside, and after a series of red and green tones, the figure disappeared, as if it had never existed Same thing.

At this moment, Mamen took a big breath and shouted excitedly, "I knew it! Haha, I knew it!"

A rare event, Mammon felt his blood was hot.

For so many years, he has not felt this way for a long time. In a certain moment, Mammon even felt that time was reversed, and he returned to a certain node in the past here.

Like Secret Wars, like Fall of Al Quds.

History is like this, it keeps repeating, and it goes back and forth.

"The final moment has come," Mammon whispered, "What choice will you make?"

In the last screen, Bologo's figure appeared in it. He stepped on the broken stone steps and walked towards the depths of darkness.

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Passing through the deep pit, rustling sounds came from all directions, and Bologo could barely distinguish these sounds, some were the painful groans of the wounded, some were stone plates rubbing against each other, and the omens that they were about to collapse again. Some are the faint sound made by the cold wind passing by.

There was a roaring etheric reaction above his head, and Bologo immediately recognized that it was Palmer's power. Bologo's expression was very calm, as if he had expected it early in the morning.

Bologo knew that Palmer would not let Morrison go so easily, and Morrison would only be greeted with a long execution, and that had nothing to do with Burlogo, and he was not worried about it, Burlogo Knowing that Palmer would end this episode perfectly.

Continuing to go deeper, the thick bloody smell of Bologo rose up, and the bottomless pit seemed to lead to endless darkness.

Burrog noticed the bloody substance that covered the walls and the bottom of the cave, these raised sharps that sliced ​​through its body like sharp swords as the creature of flesh collapsed into the darkness.

An evil, maddening aura emanates from the pothole, making people shudder.

At the bottom of the pit, some viscous liquid is slowly gathering. After being exposed to Bologo's eyes, the liquid is mixed with red and black liquid, like coagulated blood and some unknown worm juice.It reminded Burrog of great swarms of worms, tearing at their prey with their murderous fangs.

After arriving at the bottom of the pit, Bologo looked around. It was dark and there was no light. He ignited the red mercury on the snake's scale liquid, and then turned them into spears and threw them one by one.

Like a blazing torch, the spear of fire pierced around, illuminating the darkness.

Burrog saw the huge flesh and blood creation, which was embedded in the ruins, and the surface of the flesh and blood undulated violently, as if breathing heavily.

Dense wounds covered the surface of flesh and blood, and the oozing blood gathered into a stream, flowing non-stop between the gravel.

Standing on the mountain of meat, this monster reminded Bologo of the evil in this world, but it does not have the crazy aggressiveness of this world's evil. On the contrary, in the eyes of Bologo, it is even relatively gentle .

Burlogo had a strange conjecture in his mind.

In the pupil of Church's narrative, Morrison was responsible for the containment of the plague of decay, but when Burlogo made a surprise attack, he did not see the plague of decay, but only the strictly protected, flesh and blood creation.

Slowly raising the saw axe, Bologo thought whether the plague of decay would be stored in the monster's body, and then Bologo stopped swinging the axe.

If the plague of decay is really in the flesh and blood, then once I cut through its body, it will definitely detonate the plague of decay. Bologo will not die, but once the plague of decay spreads, it will be a terrible disaster. Extraordinary disaster.

Burlogo had no professional training and didn't know how to deal with this tricky thing, but he was also an expert in dealing with troublesome things, and Burlogo was very good at adapting to this kind of thing.

Burrog would probably be helpless when encountering this ghost thing in other places, but now they are in the Great Rift, and under the sea of ​​fog is the best garbage collection station in the world.

He took out a silvery soul from his pocket and injected it into his arm. Bologo supplemented himself with ether. Although he had looted a large amount of ether from Morrison, it was not enough to support his next actions.

Bologl will destroy this place, dominate the terrain, and leave this huge creature of flesh and blood in the abandoned place, to be devoured by the evil of this world.

The war had been bloody enough, and Bologo had no energy to think about the intrigues that followed.

After the ether was replenished, the radiance of the alchemy matrix lit up on the body surface, and the chain was wrapped around the waist, hooking the hand ax and the grudge bite. Bologo raised his hands, and waved them slowly like a conductor of an orchestra, like It is to lift up the whole world.

The building shook again, as if the giants were jumping, and the rocks deep underground shrank rapidly, sending out a deafening and astonishing roar, as if the earth was suffering from extreme tearing.

At this moment, Bologo seemed to be making way for the mountains, but at the same time, he was also under extremely strong pressure. Wanting to control on such a large scale almost exhausted his entire mind.

Time seemed to be infinitely long, and every second seemed like a year. The earth suddenly twisted, rocks cracked into pieces, and the whole world was crumbling and fell into chaos.

This is just the beginning of the disaster. The flesh and blood creation seems to have sensed the danger. It squirmed its huge body and let out a strange scream, but this could not stop the crazy bumps of the earth, as if a crazy bull was churning wantonly, a terrifying fault And cracks formed in just a few seconds, and huge scars ran across the perimeter.

Burrog took a deep breath, and just as he was about to completely sink this place, an irresistible ether came from behind the layers of ruins.

Something was coming, and Bologo clearly felt the sudden rise in the surrounding temperature. The pool of blood piled up on the ground began to boil and bubble, and the scorching blood evaporated quickly.

A blinding red light rose from the cracks in the ruins. The flames seemed to have solidified, piercing through layers of rocks. The solid stones began to melt, and the orange-red lava formed a column of extremely high-temperature fire, which spewed out. out.

Boluogo's control was interrupted, and the killing intent of death mixed with the high temperature roared.

This heat wave quickly dissipated the surrounding cold air, forming a thermally distorted scene. Then, this column of fire continued to erupt. It was so hot that people dared not approach it. Feel the extreme heat emanating from the fire stream.

Burrog grabbed the sword and ax tightly, and a sense of danger that he had never felt before erupted in his heart.

He clearly sensed the strength of the opponent's ether, which was far beyond Burlogo's imagination.

Glorious One.

The high-temperature fire stream continues to climb upwards, getting higher and higher. The flames and air currents are intertwined together, forming a huge thermal vortex, which radiates heat waves in all directions. The dark space is completely illuminated, and the inside and outside are filled with a kind of Indescribable heat, like the fire god is dancing here.

Burrog retreated quickly, avoiding the attack of the fire stream.

As the flames erupted and melted through the road, the red-hot rocks squeezed each other and fused together again, forming a series of fused strata.

The high-pitched ether distorts reality, and under the interference of extraordinary power, the collision and transfer between heat, electrons, atoms, and molecules induces phenomena that violate the laws of reality.

The fire stream is injected into the cold and hard rock, and its high heat has caused a huge change in the rock. All the minerals have been burned into liquid substances. The flowing fire fell on the ground, burning out sunken potholes one by one.

High-temperature air poured into the nose and nose, and the burning pain spread in the throat. Burrog took a few steps back and looked into the flames. A dark figure was striding forward on the lava.

Bologo noticed that the illusory umbilical cord extending from his abdomen became solid at this moment, and it continued to extend, connecting to the figure in the black armor.

"Shadow King..."

Bologo couldn't help but whispered, as if he heard Bologo's call, the Shadow King flicked the flame in his hand, and the firework weakened, revealing the brilliant fire sword entwined by the fire.

At this moment, the Shadow King gave Bologo a completely different feeling from when he met before. Even though he had the power of the Glorious One, the layers of soul scars almost killed him. He couldn't use much power at all, but now , The Shadow King seemed to have returned to his peak, and the power of the Glorious One was fully revealed.

Soon, Burrog realized why, the black armor.

The armor is made of some unknown alchemy metal. It is painted with thick black paint, which looks simple and steady. The front breastplate and back armor are closely connected with several wide and thick steel plates to ensure the defense. The shoulder pads and carved belt are made of finely processed metal.

Looking at the whole, it is completely covered by several pieces of stitched iron armor, the gaps are lined with soft leather pads, the front of the breastplate is wrapped with a layer of black gorgeous satin, and the hem is made of thin and soft iron chains. The chain armor can bend freely at a high degree, and it makes a rattling sound as it moves forward.

Rough breathing sounded from under the skull mask wearing the spiked crown.

As he breathed, the dim glow of the ether floated on the surface of the armor, and Bologo realized that this was an alchemy armor, and it was this armor that gave the Shadow King such terrifying power.

Burrogo remembered a conversation he had had with Thurley before.

"You undead have such a long history. Your own alchemy matrix should be lagging behind, right? From this point of view, even if you have the power of the glorious ones, they are just fluff."

Facing Bologo's doubts, Threi shook his head, "Our alchemy matrix is ​​indeed very backward, but we can make up for it from other places."

"for example?"

"Like a piece of alchemy armor."

"Can armor also be made into alchemy weapons?" It was the first time that Bologo knew this kind of thing.

"Of course it is possible, but the cost of making it is extremely expensive, and few people would do this," Selei continued, "but the effect is also very significant, as long as multiple alchemy matrices are engraved on the alchemy armor, the armor will become a 'secret Can', the wearer becomes a supply of ether."

Bologo probably understood what Threi meant. The power of the undead would lag behind the times, but as the times changed, the forged new armor could make up for it all.

"I have also seen some people who suffered from incurable injuries, so they put on some special alchemy armors, relied on them for their livelihood, and could not take them off for the rest of their lives."

Bologo doubted, "Do you have this kind of armor that catches up with the power of the times?"

Serley didn't answer Bologo's question directly, but only responded with a meaningful smile.

Since then, Bologo has known the particularity of the alchemy armor. This is a large-scale alchemy weapon. It is similar to the alchemy puppets like the Silver Knight, but it is completely different.The alchemy armor strengthens the wearer in all aspects. Now the Shadow King relies on this alchemy armor to suppress the influence of the soul scar and burst out the power that belongs to the Glory One.

"Bologo Lazarus."

The Shadow King called out Burrog's name, and the hot lava cooled to solid stone under his feet, which took over his iron boots.

Sharp spikes stand on the shoulders, arm armor and leggings, looking like a sharp blade in the dark waiting quietly. The relief pattern on the armor is simple and clear, depicting a skeleton with flapping wings, implying that the god of death is about to Advent.

In the raging flames, the abyss-like black shrouded the Shadow King's body. He seemed to reappear in the world like the god of death who had returned from the world of the dead, exuding a strong mysterious atmosphere. An airtight cover that encloses the wearer.

Bologo's pressure increased greatly. He didn't expect that he would face the Shadow King so directly, and it seemed that the Shadow King came to him on his own initiative to protect this flesh and blood creation?

There is no chance of winning a frontal battle. Even if Bologo gave up holding on to the sword and axe, his hand touched behind him and grabbed the handle of the signal flare. At this time, he could only rely on the fourth seat.

But can the fourth seat really beat the current Shadow King?With the blessing of the alchemy armor, Bologo doesn't know how long the Shadow King can maintain this state, but it should be enough to kill a defender with every gesture.

That fiery sword is enough to burn everything.

Just as the tide of thoughts was surging in Bologo's mind, the Shadow King spoke again, saying something unexpected to Bologo.

"Step aside."

The Shadow King said, "Get out of the way, Burrog."

Burrog froze in place, and then he noticed a cold breath coming from behind him.

The blood and muscles of the whole body seemed to be frozen, as if something terrifying was coming from behind him, slowly approaching.

Bologo actually thought that the Shadow King came for him... The Shadow King came for the thing behind him.

Shadow Dynasty slashed out the fire sword from behind Burrog.

The high-temperature fire stream is like a flaming sword, smashing all obstacles and sprinting forward aggressively. Bologo forcibly restrained his instincts and moved to the other side to avoid the deadly fire stream.

The dazzling light rushed to the thick rock, as if it had encountered an impenetrable barrier, and the fireworks rolled and flew around. The barrier did not make it give up, but instead aroused its desire to burn.The flame wrapped around the invisible barrier, burst into flames, and sparked like a dark cloud.

The Glorious One wantonly distorted the laws of reality. Under the raging anger, the crystals in the rocks were melted, and the water was evaporated, forming a highly viscous liquid substance, which was as sticky as honey.

Large swaths of lava condensed and dripped, and a deadly rain of fire fell.

A large amount of gas also escaped from the red-hot rock, forming a strong eruption. The gas under high pressure roared upwards with the fire flow, making a huge noise and causing strong vibrations in the surrounding environment.

Bologo felt that he was in a crater that was about to erupt. The hot lava and violently erupting gas spread crazily in the ruins, and the thick rocks also cracked. Crimson light filled every gap.

In this burning world, no power seems to be able to match it.

Until that power came, breaking the shadow king's absolute rule over reality.

Boluoge only felt that all the light, sound, vibration...all the cognition that could perceive the outside world were rapidly disappearing, and in the endless nothingness, only the strolling figure was left.

He was clad in a robe of scarlet that seemed to be embroidered with gold thread in a pattern that shone brightly.His face was covered by the shadow of the hood, and the thick darkness enveloped everything.

His appearance seems to be summoned from the darkness, full of mysterious sense of ritual and evil. Although he is not obviously aggressive, the uneasiness and fear he brings to people is irresistible.

The darkness under the hood is as deep as an abyss, which seems to devour the soul of a person.

He stopped not far away, keeping an appropriate distance from Bologo and Shadow King, neither too close nor too far away.

The invisible oppression spread like a tide, and Burlogo felt as if he was trapped in an inescapable trap.

The Shadow King seemed to have known his fate long ago. He raised his fiery sword and said softly, "I knew that you were more obsessed with killing me...killing me with your own hands than taking back Xilin's body."

He then asked, "Am I right? The first seat."

Sen Leng smiled.

The first seat held up a slender, twisted scythe inlaid with pale skulls, like a god of death from a story.

(End of this chapter)