Endless Debt

The bombardment of wind cannons and the burning of cauldron flames silenced the chaotic battlefield for an instant. Derby and the elite bloodthirsty did not act rashly, and Palmer and Boluogo did not attack again.

The two sides maintained a delicate balance. Among the ruins, only Vosilin and Zephyrin were still moving. The two ran towards their respective camps. At the moment when they crossed each other, they did not even look at each other, nor did they make any move. Any offensive move.

Vosilin withdrew into the safe area, and Palmer rode the wind, bumped into it, and rolled around a few times. Zephyrin's poison still affected Palmer, and he could only use wind guns for the time being. Simple means of attack.

After seeing that Woxilin was safe and sound, Palmer's face flashed with joy. Before Palmer could say anything, Woxilin hugged Palmer head-on. She didn't slow down at all, and the two collided with each other. They rolled together and rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

Palmer was knocked unconscious, and after finally regaining consciousness, he almost fainted again. Woxilin also noticed Palmer's condition at this time. This guy's face was terrible, and his abdomen was injured.

"what happened?"

Facing Wosselin's question, Palmer raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at Zephyrin who had joined Debi, and said with hatred in his words, "That bastard..."

Palmer's brief experience with Zephyrin was the worst nightmare in recent times.

Vosilin turned to look at Zephyrin. Compared with Palmer, Zephyrin was in a more embarrassing state.

Zephyrin originally thought that he could silently avoid the pursuit of the two men by relying on the ether shield, but under Bologo's large-scale control, Zephyrin was quickly found out in this rough way.

What follows is a childish game of cat and mouse, with Zephyrin escaping in front and the two chasing behind him, as if urging Zephyrin. The two of them also attack Zephyrin from time to time, playing with Zephyrin.

It would have been fine if it was an ordinary attack, but during the recovery time, Palmer rummaged through a pile of silverware and handed it over to Boluogo. These metal raw materials were forged under the burning flames of the cauldron. into one deadly weapon after another.

Most of the wounds on Zephyrin's body were caused by silverware and were difficult to heal.

"Help……"

Zephyrin gasped in pain. Although most of the injuries caused by the silverware were skin injuries, the pain caused by the silverware continued to torture Zephyrin's nerves.

Debi realized the seriousness of the situation and reached out his hand decisively. Under the pale skin, the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

Zephyrin bit Debi's wrist, sucked the blood from Debi's body, relied on the blood of the high-level Night Clan to speed up his body's recovery, and tried to resist the impact of the silverware.

After releasing his mouth, Zephyrin took a long breath, with a large trace of blood remaining on his face, like a beast that had just eaten.

The feeling of being sucked blood is not good, but for the battle in front of him, there is nothing Debi can do.

"Is that that person?"

Vosilin stared at Zephyrin, clenching her fists and eager to try.

Palmer grabbed her and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I...I'm okay, just a few scratches."

When Wosilin said this, Palmer noticed the blue halo in Wosilin's eyes. The blue halo disappeared in the next second, and a familiar figure appeared behind Vosilin.

"Thanks, Aimu."

Palmer gave a thumbs up to Aimu. Aimu did not respond, but also gave a thumbs up in response.

"Pull me up," Palmer pleaded to Vosilin.

After being freed from the influence of Zephyrin's secret power, the first thing Palmer recovered from was the moment of soul criticality. The ether filled his body again, but the poisonous wounds on his body recovered very slowly. He relied on the support of the strong wind along the way. Move forward.

Wosilin nodded and carried Palmer on her body. For Wosilin, Palmer's weight was light and easy.

"Wrong! Wrong! Turn around!"

Palmer shot Wosilin on the back continuously, as if he was trying to escape with him.

"oh."

Woxilin hugged Palmer sideways. Palmer had a complicated expression and persuaded him, "Just hold me tight."

Palmer struggled out of Wosilin's arms, held Wosilin's shoulders, and stood up reluctantly.

"Are you shy?"

Vosilin's voice rang in Palmer's ears. Palmer's eyes darkened and he retorted in a low voice, "You're starting again, right?"

Boluogo stood at the front, like a shield wall blocking the enemy. The flames of the cauldron were burning beside him. Several chains extended from the armor, picking up the silver swords scattered among the ruins and catching them all. Throw them back and insert them in front of Palmer one by one.

Palmer stretched out his hand and drew out a silver sword at will, his eyes lingering between Zephyrin and Derby, like a hunter with his bowstring fully drawn, just waiting for the moment to let go and shoot.

"Don't we need to go to war?"

Vosilin noticed Palmer's abnormal behavior, and he pulled himself back to prevent himself from moving forward and getting involved in the fight.

“Leave professional matters to the experts.”

Palmer held Wo Xilin's shoulder. The silver sword in his hand was lifted up by the breeze and held straight in front of him.

"We just have to bide our time."

The rugged armor knelt down half-kneeling, and a gap opened in his back. Boluogo stood up straight lazily and simply scanned the battlefield.

A powerful ruler, a prayer man, several elite bloodthirsty people...

Boluoge felt a little pressure. The enemy was not simple and difficult to deal with, but it was not impossible to win.

The most important thing is that this battle does not necessarily have a winner, it just needs to be delayed. Every minute and second that passes now, for the Night Clan, the possibility of failure becomes greater.

Debi asked, "Where's Haiqi? Didn't I ask him to help you?"

"Haiqi..."

Zephyrin recalled the horrific scene and took a deep breath, "Haiqi is dead. I...I don't know if he can survive."

Hai Qi's body was broken into many pieces of flesh, and was sealed into an iron coffin by the snake scale fluid. Even if Hai Qi could be resurrected, it would still take a lot of time to break free from the iron coffin.

"The other party...the other party is also an immortal."

Zephyrin revealed key information, "His immortality is more perfect than ours."

So far, Zephyrin has still not discovered the flaw of Bologg's immortality, and he heals himself so quickly that even a fatal wound that seals his throat can be quickly resurrected, and with Bologg's resurrection, his body Many negative statuses have also been reset.

Things are getting tricky, but the tough part is still to come.

Aimu walked over slowly, put his hands on Boluogo's shoulders, the golden glow twisted, Aimu disappeared, and instead, a faint blue halo appeared in Boluogo's cyan eyes, A gilded glow looms on the body surface.

Boluogo said nothing, and green fireworks burned on the armor. The dead giant stood up again and engulfed Boluogo. Then the giant's posture began to collapse, and more deadly scales were covered together, making this The heavy figure became more slender and deadly.

The snake scale liquid built a sword blade in his hand. Boluogo raised his other hand, and the silver sword inserted in the ground began to melt, evenly covering the sword blade, and simple silver plating was performed. Silver plating is taking place in every part of the armor until the deadly silver covers the whole body.

Without any warning, Boluogo suddenly stepped forward, and then his figure twisted into a silver light band that advanced rapidly, and the deadly sword blade broke through many obstacles.

There was a scarlet glow in Derby's eyes, and the elite bloodthirsty soldiers quickly blocked in front of him and formed a defense line. Although the silver sword hit his body, with the increase of potion and secret energy, these injuries were not fatal enough, and more Not to mention that key parts are still covered by armor.

The two collided together, like cars colliding on the road. The tall figure of the elite bloodthirsty was actually shaken, and he stepped back uncontrollably. Boluogo's figure also stopped in mid-air for a moment. But he immediately threw out the hook and nailed it into the body of the elite bloodthirsty man.

Under the tug, the Elite Bloodthirsty was pulled towards Bologo before he could fall down.

Crash into the blade in his hand.

Even though the elite bloodthirsty warriors wear a lot of armor, there are always some places that cannot be protected in this tightly-fitting metal.

The blade penetrated the elite bloodthirsty's eye, shattered his brain, and protruded from the back of his head.

Bologo clenched the hilt of the sword and allowed the poisonous silver to invade the flesh and blood of the Night Clan until his brain was burned away by the silver.

Pulling out the sword blade, Boluogo sent up a cloud of black smoke and ashes that flew away in the wind, and the tall figure fell down.