Endless Debt

There were waves of horrifying roars in the storm, as if there were invisible monsters fighting in the storm. They were fighting each other, tearing off flesh and blood, breaking bones, and devouring blood until the only winner was found in the duel.

But in fact, they are not dueling each other, but swarming together to hunt the only enemy.

The mottled and broken armor swayed back and forth in the blue mist, like a fishing boat heaving in the roaring waves. Every time it moved, sparks would splash on the armor. New dents covered the old ones, like the surface of a meteorite.

In the past, the ghosts were very vigilant in attacking and killing, but now the groups of ghouls are hidden in the mist. They have a numerical advantage, and their offensive has become like a tide, non-stop, with sharp and twisted weapons at all times. Claws stretched out from the mist, trying to claw away Boluogo's flesh and blood.

Boluogo held a sword in his hand and fought fiercely with the looming group of ghouls. He soon realized that this was a war of attrition, a war of attrition aimed at a quick victory.

The attacks of the ghouls were fast and intensive, giving him no chance to breathe. His physical strength and ether were quickly consumed. Even though he took advantage of the brief moment of his appearance to kill one ghoul after another, their number was still the same. Too many, swarms.

The worst thing is that these things seem to kill endlessly. The severed limbs are picked up again by other ghouls and sewn to their own bodies. Dark red blood almost covers everything around them until the armor is stained. More bright red.

This should be the further strengthening of Thorndike's secret power after he was promoted to a believer. Ordinary corpses can be distorted into a hateful existence for control and manipulation.

Boluogo guessed that in order to achieve this effect, the consumption of ether must be very terrible, otherwise Thorndike would not inject the liquid spirit potion to release it.

In his mind, he recalled the scene when David injected the liquid spirit potion. This potion can strengthen his strength and replenish the ether, but injecting too much will cause damage to himself. Thorndike cannot use this potion multiple times to replenish it.

Was it until Thorndike couldn't hold on anymore? How is this possible? The one who cannot hold on now is Boluogo himself.

"Take a gamble, Burlogo," Burlogo said to himself. "I hope you won't be as unlucky as Palmer."

Mobilizing the remaining ether, Bologo used all his strength.

The fist hit the ground hard, and the cyan light track passed over the dark red stone bridge. In an instant, the masonry underfoot began to collapse and break. The straight train sank as the ground collapsed. The surroundings shook violently, and gaps continued to appear. Spreading, completely engulfing Boluogo's surroundings.

The heavy armor brought Boluogo down and fell with him, as well as the snarling ghouls. They lost the support of the ground, and they emerged from the mist one after another, revealing their figures.

Thorndike didn't expect that Boluogo could actually have this trick, and Boluogo didn't expect that his attack could bring so many ghouls down.

After all, the number of these ghouls is still too much, and they rely on a steady stream of ether to continuously sew their limbs. Thorndike cannot control them as finely as ghosts.

This round of collapse took away a large number of ghouls. Even if they survived the fall, it would take some time to climb up again.

During the fall, Bologo threw out the hook, and the ferocious and weird ghouls were like demons who came to the world, but Bologo ignored them and passed them by, letting them fall back into the abyss. Then he followed them along The collapsed gap jumped back to the stone bridge.

Boluogo did not return to the battlefield directly, but relied on the hook to swing high. The sword in his hand extended into a scimitar. Boluogo's figure spun in the air, slashing towards the earth like a top.

It was as if a meat grinder had crashed into the fog. Countless severed limbs and blood splattered everywhere. Ghouls appeared one after another from the fog, and their broken bodies were crushed by the pace of Bologg's chariot. Bump away.

It's not hard to guess what Thorndike was thinking. He wanted to take advantage of his landing to hit him hard.

The fog itself appeared to hide the figure, but when Bologger knew Thorndike's intentions and judged the positions of the ghouls, the role of the fog ceased to exist.

Although he slashed at the blank space with his knife, corpses fell from the mist after the blade passed by.

A gap was created. Bologger could not see Thorndike's position, but he knew where Thorndike was. He ran towards the carriage that collapsed into the gap.

Thorndike could use the Liquid Spirit Potion to replenish the ether, and so could he. He must be standing near the carriage, intending to prevent him from using the Liquid Spirit Potion, or to sneak attack him when he used it.

Burlogo concluded that Thorndike would not attack him.

From the constant battles, Boluogo gradually figured out Thorndike's character. This guy had been hiding behind the dominant object. Even if he had a sharp secret sword in his hand, he tried his best to avoid a head-on confrontation with him.

Thorndike is a timid and vigilant guy. He can only drive the dominant objects to fight against himself. He does not dare to bet with himself.

When you take and inject the liquid spirit potion by yourself, you are indeed vulnerable to a sneak attack, but what if the sneak attack fails to kill you? Once the ether is replenished, the battle will return to the starting point again.

Thorndike will not allow this to happen. Although he has sailed away from Opos, it is still too close to Opos. The field staff of the Bureau of Order may arrive at some time. By then, Thorndike will Ke will definitely die.

He was timid and impatient, and Burlogo felt that this would be his chance of winning.

"You're here!"

Boluogo roared, waving his machete as he rushed toward the carriage.

He had no intention of picking up the liquid spirit potion, but instead looked like he wanted to split the carriage in half.

The expected sound of friction sounded, and the sharp secret sword appeared from the fog. Thorndike gritted his teeth and glared at Boluogo, stopping him in front of the carriage.

Looking at the blue-eyed evil spirit in front of him, Thorndike felt for the first time that a stage one Sublime Master could actually bring such huge pressure to him.

The situation just now clearly dragged Boluogo into despair, but he just fought back again and defeated his prison.

From the beginning to the end, Thorndike had a strange feeling, as if all his schemes had been seen through by Bologg. Even if he used new tricks, they were quickly cracked by Bologg. This feeling of being suppressed throughout the whole process was really frustrating. It's not easy for people.

The scimitar and the secret sword went back and forth, but Thorndike was restrained here by Boluogo because of the liquid spirit potion.

"I will kill you with my own hands!"

As Bologe roared, the scimitar spun violently. The blade itself continued to lengthen during the large slashes. It was unclear whether it was the power of the terrifying soul or Bologe's fierce killing intent. Shocked, Thorndike didn't know how to fight back for a moment.

The fog rolled around, and the sword blade broke through the fog.

The fourth ghost launched a surprise attack at this time. Bologg was attacked from both sides. He was unable to quickly eliminate Thorndike. After fighting all night, his own ether could not support his quick "resurrection".

He cannot be hit by this blow.

The chopping scimitar spun around again, turning its head to shake away the stabbing ghost. Compared with the swiftness and fatality before, its movements now seemed much more panicked.

These dominators were directly affected by the dominator, and Burlogo's rage oppressed Thorndike, even making his control of the dominators dull.

The spin of the scimitar continued, and Boluogo waved a beautiful full moon, turning the approaching raindrops into mist. After shaking away the ghost, it slashed forward again, like thunder.

The secret sword is close at hand. As early as when Boluogo went to fight back the ghost, Thorndike stabbed the secret sword at Boluogo. The scimitar came with the strong wind, and the secret sword was about to penetrate Boluogo's heart.

"Want to take a gamble?"

Burlogo roared, even if Thorndike could pierce his heart, he still had the strength to swing his scimitar and split his head in half. More importantly, he would not die. Thorndike would not die. Didn't know this.

The secret sword that advanced straight forward hesitated for a moment, and then the thrust turned into an upward thrust, and collided with the scimitar. The huge force of the swing shook Thorndike into the carriage, followed by Boluogo.

As expected, Thorndike did not have such courage.

"madman!"

Thorndike continued to retreat and jumped out of the car window to avoid Burrowgo's pursuit.

The battle between the Sublime Ones is cunning and insidious. Thorndike has long been accustomed to the wary and suspicious fighting style, but Boluogo's fighting style is completely different. He is like a violent maniac, not afraid of death, risking his life to fight. Throwing blow after blow.

Thorndike was safe, but looking at the split carriage, he knew that he was at a disadvantage again.

Countless liquid elixirs are placed at Bolog's feet. The exhausted ether will be replenished, and the battle will return to the starting point.

Thorndike's mood was already a little numb, but surprisingly, Boluogo didn't look at the liquid potions, and his green eyes were still staring at Thorndike.

"Aren't you going to use these potions?"

Thorndike tried to buy time with words. In the rolling fog, invisible figures were galloping, preparing to attack and kill Boluogo the moment he picked up the potion.

"I've been thinking about the difference between humans and beasts."

Bologger did not answer Thorndike's words, but was talking to himself. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the carriage, twisting and stretching the steel. They covered the body and filled the damaged armor.

"Now I understand, humans are limited by our own shackles, and this is what separates us from the beasts."

Boluogo didn't even look at the liquid potions. He strode towards Thorndike.

Waving his hands, he threw up the steel collected from the carriage. When they fell, they turned into dozens of armor-piercing swords and filled the ground.

In the dense forest of swords, Boluoge picked one up at random. Green light burst out from his body. His armor bulged and deformed. The soft and slender wires swayed in the wind, extending from the back of his neck to his back, like a silver lion's mane. Dance wildly.