Endless Debt

Sometimes Boluogo often fantasizes about such a scene. If one day he finds the mysterious devil and gets his soul back, he will be freed from the curse of immortality and his life will come to an end.

Boluogo didn't know whether it would be hundreds or thousands of years later, but he always imagined how he would feel if that day came.

Angry about death and confused about what to do in this life?

At the end of every thought, Boluogo will only get one result. He will lie on the sofa peacefully, listening to his favorite music. If possible, he will also look through the photo album leisurely. Recalling the journey of a lifetime, and then... the end.

Boluogo will accept all this coming calmly. He thinks this is very romantic and cool.

But that was many years later, and Bologo couldn't stop now.

Amidst the loud roar, the surrounding buildings began to collapse for the second time. Bologo's first round of blasts severely damaged the virtual realm and shook the foundation here. Under the brutal growth of rotten roots and buds, these flesh and blood were like dense vines. , grasping the heavy rocks tightly, covering them with flesh and blood, while also pulling and causing them to disintegrate.

Big trees of flesh and blood rose from the ground. The tree trunks were covered with sarcomas. The branches supported rocks full of blood vessels. In the strong smell of blood, the cultists launched a counterattack on the territory of flesh and blood.

Most of the cultists who can participate in the battle are first-stage sublimation practitioners. They are not dependent on their own rank, but under the protection of the rotten roots and shoots, they have been severely injured and can quickly devour flesh and blood. They rely on the Scarlet Lord. Under the protection of my mother, I stood up again.

Boluogo had fought against several cultists while hiding. Fortunately, he already had experience before. For these cultists, Boluogo would try his best to cut them into pieces.

Conventional piercing and slashing have little effect on the cultists. As long as the body maintains a certain integrity, they can stand up relying on the protection.

Bringing endless blood and flesh to the decaying roots.

The snake scale liquid roughly penetrated the cultists' bodies, planting the seeds of steel, and then turned into thousands of iron thorns, tearing the cultists' bodies into countless pieces of flesh and blood mist.

The cultists gradually noticed the existence of Boluogo. They detached some of their manpower and attacked them. Aether surged in the blood, and hoarse beast roars sounded.

Relying on the protection of the Scarlet Matron, for these cultists, the school of secret energy that is most suitable for them is obviously the Ascension School.

For this reason, most of the cultists that Boluogo encountered were from this school. They turned into various weird beasts, gradually losing their human form, and they were no bigger than those flesh and blood monsters born from rotten roots. difference.

Boluogo is no longer the newcomer who first entered the extraordinary world. Although he has not been working for a long time, Boluogo feels that it is enough to deal with these guys.

"Want an increase?"

Aimu asked softly. She also saw the cultists surrounding him, and Boluoge's pressure increased dramatically.

"No, just keep the normal ether output. When I need ether, I will take the initiative to say it."

Boluogo rejected Amu's proposal. He felt that it was not necessary to use all his strength to deal with these cultists.

Snakes crawled all over Boluogo's body, and layers of scales wrapped him into a silver-white knight. However, this silver-whiteness did not last long, and it was covered with blood due to the crazy fighting, and this blood also had the ability to It is extremely active, trying to penetrate the iron armor and bite Bologo's body.

At this time, Aimu's role was revealed. As the creator of the Snake Scale Silver, in the state of co-stringing bodies, she could rely on Boluo Ge's body to influence the Snake Scale Silver to a certain extent. When Bo Luo Ge When there was no time to repair the armor, Aimu would control it for him.

To a certain extent, Bologg can be seen as doing two things. Bologg is responsible for smashing the enemy's head with a hammer, and Aimu is responsible for protecting himself from the enemy's heavy damage.

A hoarse roar sounded, and the beast-turned-cultist waved his claws, easily setting off a hurricane.

The alchemy matrix burst out with rapid light. Under the ether amplification, Boluogo's speed increased sharply. While avoiding the attack, he swung out a swarm of snakes. The steel took on a soft nature, like a floating silver ribbon, but when it When it hits a beastly cultist, it solidifies into a deadly whip blade.

Scarlet wounds opened on the flesh, but the most powerful thing about the Ascension School was the strength of the body. An attack like Boluogo's was not enough to kill the opponent.

But Boluogo is not impatient. He doesn't even have much pressure. The situation is very bad, but now Boluogo is fully armed.

Boluogo, who is in the state of the harmonious body, is already in his strongest form, not to mention that the protection of the tyrant has come to him indiscriminately.

No, it’s not just him, but also Aimu. It can be said that there are two protections blessing Boluogo at this moment. In terms of ether strength, Boluogo feels that there is no difference between himself and the praying believer, and it may be stronger than the praying man. believer.

Such a perfect state, and this terrible situation, what else can Bologo say about it?

"A killing spree!"

Boluogo shouted excitedly, without any intention of evasion, and brandished his sword to face the powerful enemy.

The first beast-turned-cultist led a group of flesh-and-blood monsters and attacked Boluogo. The opponent looked very much like the Bailey he had met before. Bailey could transform into a giant bear, and this cultist looked more like It's some kind of bear-wolf hybrid monster.

Boluogo didn't think too much. After cutting off the head of a flesh and blood monster with a knife, the long knife turned into an iron spear and drove through several more flesh and blood monsters. The huge force pushed their bodies that were not yet dead and drove them into the body. in the wall.

The distance was shortening, and Boluogo fought with the first batch of enemies. The violent collision of fangs and claws added many scratches to Boluogo's armor.

Aimu injected ether into the armor made of snake scale liquid to make it stronger. Bologo swung a heavy punch, first smashing through the chest of a flesh and blood monster, and then cutting off the head of the second one with a knife. .

The flesh-and-blood monsters let out shrill roars, but before the sound could be heard, it stopped abruptly under Boluogo's blade, like a music record that was suddenly taken off.

Boluogo felt that some music should be played at this time, but it was a pity that there was no broadcast system here. Otherwise, if he really wanted to propose to the tyrant, the tyrant would not refuse such a small request.

The cultists mixed with Xiong and Lang came to kill him. Boluogo turned around and faced his heavy attack. He raised a round shield with one hand and held a short-handled shotgun at some point with the other hand.

At this time, there was no need for Boluogo to save anything. He pulled the trigger, and the alchemical bullet easily penetrated the powerful body. A huge bloody hole was punched out in the cultist's abdomen, like a broken water bag, and the internal organs were Mixed with dirty blood, it flowed endlessly.

The huge force carried by the alchemy slug knocked him back, and then the buckler turned into a halberd. The halberd blade pierced the wound in the abdomen mercilessly, and the iron branches opened up, further crushing the cultist's internal organs.

Amidst the ear-piercing wailing, the cultist held the halberd and let it penetrate his body. His face was twisted and hateful, his mouth opened like a beast, and he tried to bite off Bologo's head.

Pulling out the halberd, the metal broke his spine, and his movements were stagnant for a few seconds. Bologo then punched down the wound on his abdomen.

It was not only Bologg's fist that was engulfed in flesh and blood, but also the sawed-off shotgun in his hand.

After pulling the trigger, there was a muffled sound, and the upper body of the cultist including his head exploded into countless pieces of flesh. He was too dead to die.

Boluogo was bathed in blood, and his silver armor turned into blood red. Before he could take a breath, another group of flesh and blood monsters surrounded him. Boluogo turned around and swung his throwing ax, hitting their heads one by one.

The second cultist was mixed in among the flesh and blood monsters. He thought he could hide his figure in this way. Boluogo changed his ammunition unhurriedly. The dragon's breath bullet tore open a sea of ​​​​fire in front of him, and countless people were killed. The figure was struggling painfully in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing that Boluogo discovered that the opponent was also twisted into a weird beast driven by secret energy, but Boluogo was faster than him. Before the opponent could launch an attack, Boluogo made a tiger leap, swung the hammer and aimed at Hit the opponent's head.

After the dull sound, the headless corpse stood frozen on the spot. He still maintained a certain animalistic posture, but soon this sign began to fade, and he turned back to a normal person, and then died.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo was like an overheated machine, bursts of hot air rising from the gaps in his armor.

"Do you remember which number this is?" Boluogo asked abruptly.

"ah?"

"Forget it, remember it again."

Boluogo shook his head helplessly, then smashed the flesh and blood monster in front of him, muttering in his mouth.

"First!"

After a short flight, a long ax hit the cultist's chest, and the ax blade sank deeply into it. Before the cultist could pull out the long ax, a scarlet figure came quickly, grabbed the ax handle, and used all his strength. He flew upwards with all his strength, and while slicing open his chest, he almost split open the face of the cultist.

With a quick slash, this should be the fourth one, maybe five.

Boluogo chopped off the arm of another cultist and kicked the cultist down the pile of corpses. His figure rolled and disappeared in the heavy scarlet.

Another flesh and blood monster rushed over, and Boluogo ducked sideways. When the figures crossed each other, he grabbed its body and stuffed its head into the mouth of the other flesh and blood monster.

He struck the flesh monster's head thoughtfully and closed its jaws. It was unclear whether it bit the head of the other flesh monster, or whether Boluogo smashed both their heads with one punch. In short, after the smelly blood, Two headless corpses struggled and fell.

After the rage, Boluogo found that the surroundings were much quieter, as if these monsters finally realized that they could not be killed.

Looking at the dilapidated and scarlet Colosseum, under this cruel selection, there were only a few people left in the arena, but these few people were protected by the tyrant's power because of their crazy killings.

On the high platform, Latis's fanatical expression was no longer there. His eyes were like stagnant water, staring at everyone.