Endless Debt

Amid the violent vibrations, it was like an explosion had occurred inside the carriage. Several welders were working overtime under the heavy rain. The metal frame was twisted and broken, and iron slag mixed with sparks emerged.

Thorndike's figure jumped high from the broken car, turned a few deftly, and landed smoothly on the roof of the car. He held the secret sword in front of him, and a deep light shone from his body.

The gleaming alchemical matrix on his body is far more complicated than that of Boluogo, which further proves his identity as a believer.

But even though he was one level higher than Bologg, Thorndike didn't see any relaxation in his eyes. On the contrary, he felt the pressure had never been greater.

From Boluogo's decisive attack, he could vaguely tell that Boluogo seemed to have a way to find himself.

Etheric perception?

This etheric skill strengthens the condenser's sensitivity to ether. Different from detecting ether fluctuations under normal conditions, ether perception can detect smaller and more complex ether fluctuations.

It is said that some condensers who have mastered this kind of ether skill can even detect this sign before their opponent mobilizes the ether and take countermeasures. In the eyes of these people, the ether is not void, but visible. , like airflow.

What troubled Thorndike most was that etheric perception happened to restrain etheric obscuration, or in other words, the two restrained each other.

If Thorndike's etheric shielding is deeper than the opponent's etheric perception, then Bologo will not be able to detect Thorndike's etheric fluctuations, and vice versa.

It's like a game of cat and mouse.

In fact, Bologg did not have such power. His ability to find Thorndike depended entirely on the tyrant's blessing. In this storm, Thorndike simply shone in Bologg's eyes.

Boluogo squatted on the broken roof of the car. The jagged armor in the dim light looked like the skeleton of some kind of monster. The giant sword in his hand was a little too heavy. He simply put the giant sword on his shoulder. Under the silent cold iron, A pair of cyan eyes stared at Thorndike.

"Thorndike de Witt..."

Thorndike whispered, he could be sure that during the attack just now, Boluogo spoke his name clearly.

The situation has become a little too complicated. He has been active in Opos as a "ghoul". Thorndike can be sure that his whereabouts are extremely secretive. Even the person who has the closest connection with him is only Know that you are a member of the King's Secret Sword.

The long sword team that lost contact before? Thorndike felt that this was even more impossible. He had lost contact with the team for less than an hour. In this short period of time, could the Bureau of Order be able to interrogate his intelligence? Not to mention that the Long Sword Team had no idea of ​​their retreat route.

This train traveled secretly, with no passengers, only soldiers with guns and ammunition, and piles of philosopher's stones and liquid elixirs.

Countless thoughts intertwined, and Thorndike quickly gave up thinking about them. In this situation, these things became secondary.

The action went out of control, and the train stopped at this damn place. Boluogo's ax did not destroy the locomotive, but only broke the coupler. Now the locomotive has long since disappeared into the rain and fog. These holes are riddled with holes. Like giant whales, all the carriages were stranded on the stone bridge.

Thorndike had to admit that the operation failed. He had been planning for so long and had obviously left Opos, but in front of him this damn cavalry fell from the sky and smashed everything to pieces.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong, but Thorndike had actually done it perfectly, if the devil hadn't messed up tonight.

"Don't even think about escaping. Even if you can go back alive, I'm afraid your life will be worse than death."

A cold voice came from the roof of the car, and thunder flashed across, casting a ferocious shadow.

Boluogo looked at the cargo box at the back. Only then did he realize that he had caught a big fish, which might have saved several years of the King's Secret Sword's savings.

Beneath the two of them, Ishibashi stood silently above the deep valley. As an expert, Boluogo would not miss any opportunity.

Boluogo calculated the height. In one of his plans, he was preparing to use the Secret Power and the Hand of Recruitment to destroy the stone bridge and make all these loaded souls fall to the bottom.

But now everything is going quite smoothly. Boluogo has successfully nailed Thorndike here, and the rest only needs to be divided between life and death.

"You think you can stop me?"

Thorndike said coldly, rather than thinking about the punishment for failed actions, he was more concerned about the events in front of him. No one knew when the backup from the Bureau of Order would arrive, and he had to evacuate this place before then.

"You can try."

Boluogo put on a posture, and it could be seen from his movements and language that he would never let Thorndike go so easily.

Thorndike clenched the secret sword in his hand, and he began to realize how difficult the enemy in front of him was.

No more words were needed. Boluogo's crouched legs were released suddenly, and the carriage underneath him shook violently. The giant sword was filled with a cold chill and split through the heavy rain and wind.

The rough attack broke open the water on the ground. Thorndike's posture was more agile than Boluogo expected. However, the opponent was a believer one level above him, so everything was still within his expectations.

The giant sword was thrust into the ground like a tombstone. Bologg grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and crouched on the rough, sloping blade. A green light track flashed past, and then the metal spear and ax stabbed from the giant sword. came out and turned into a silver snake to pursue Thorndike.

The secret sword flashed and chopped off spears and axes one after another. Unlike half-hearted swordsmen like Kedening, Thorndike's swordsmanship was very superb, not to mention that he was holding a secret sword. Ordinary metal could not withstand his slashes. hit.

While keeping a safe distance, blurry figures in the rain and fog leaped towards Boluogo, making no sound.

Bologo didn't notice this at all, and it wasn't until the ghost waved its sharp sword, leaving scars on the armor, that Bologo discovered that these troublesome things were back.

Can't he notice it?

Thorndike also noticed this, and his surprise attack was actually successful. It seemed that Boluogo's etheric perception could not detect his own etheric shielding.

For a time, Thorndike's chances of winning were greatly increased. The etheric shielding continued to activate, and the shining priming phenomenon on his body gradually dimmed until it no longer glowed, just like an ordinary person.

Boluogo was entangled by the ghosts. Four ghosts came out of the rain and fog. They had been lying in wait early in the morning.

Fortunately, Boluogo is covered in iron armor, and under the influence of secret energy, he can control his armor at any time. Many times when the ghost thought that his sword was about to pierce the armor, the armor at the stabbing site suddenly It is thickened by several centimeters to block the blade.

The giant sword swung up and knocked away the ghosts one after another. The weapon was too huge and heavy. Bologo seemed clumsy and slow to swing it. But every time the ghosts thought they had an opportunity, the slow giant sword suddenly accelerated, Hitting the tough body hard.

While Thorndike was analyzing Burlog, Burlog was also observing Thorndike. As a believer, he was indeed stronger than Burlog, but he was not so powerful that it was hopeless.

Judging from the black tide of ghouls, this is the effect of his secret energy, but if he wants to affect such a large target group, the loss of ether must be astonishing, as well as these dominators.

The more dominators there are, the more ether is consumed, and the more precise the dominator's manipulation of ether is required.

It's like the difference between a puppeteer controlling one puppet and controlling ten puppets at the same time.

The wave of ghouls was only given vague instructions, and these ghosts were carefully controlled. Bologg calculated the incoming ghosts, and now it seemed that Thorndike could only control four ghosts at the same time.

Is this his limit? Still numbing the disguise he made, there was actually a fifth ghost hiding in the corner.

Or, would Thorndike keep a few spare ghosts in the carriage? As long as he solves one, the next one will immediately be added.

Both of them were furious, but their rationality was not swallowed up by the anger.

After this night of chasing and killing, no matter how hard Boluogo controlled it, his ether level was approaching the bottom at this moment, and he didn't know how long he could sustain it.

His physical strength has also been greatly depleted. He is not an iron man, and his body has almost reached the limit of flesh and blood. Fatigue continues to surge into his heart.

The most important thing is that when the ether is exhausted, Boluogo doesn't know how many times his "gift" can be activated and how long it will take to activate it.

Everything is unknown.

The ghosts rushed over again. These slender and dark ghosts carried sharp sword blades on their limbs. They seemed to have no bones and could easily make movements that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Countless scratches were all over the armor. In order to save ether, Boluogo did not repair the damaged armor this time, but found the right moment to kill the ghost with one sword.

The expected knock-up did not happen. The moment the giant sword hit the ghost, the rough blade "melted" and the metal broke into countless thorns, entangled the ghost heavily.

Bologo grabbed a ghost figure and drew a sharp armor-piercing sword from the huge sword body.

Boluogo knows very well that secret energy is deceitful and mysterious. The only limitation is not "broadness, bluntness" and "narrowness". What really limits it is the condenser's own thoughts.

In addition to borrowing "Soulology" and "Ether Theory", Boluogo also read a lot of books on illustrations of cold weapons, which is why he can easily recruit different cold weapons.

Just like Baldr's secret energy, the Forge of Cast Iron, the prerequisite for shaping something is that you understand it well enough.

This kind of armor-piercing sword is narrow and slender, with a triangular cross-section on the surface, like an enlarged awl. It has no cutting ability at all, but it can easily pierce armor.

Cyan light glowed on the armor-piercing sword, and driven by the aether's amplification, it looked like a spear being released.

The alchemy material on Ghost Shadow's body could not withstand this concentrated thrust. The wrist holding the armor-piercing sword felt a blockage. The resistance soon disappeared, and the sharp sword tip pierced Ghost Shadow's head.

The steel squirmed in Ghost Shadow's body and turned into a cutting sword. Boluogo pulled hard and chopped off Ghost Shadow's head from the inside.

Corrupted and old blood filled the air, and in the broken head, Boluogo saw the decayed and ferocious face of the ghoul.