Endless Debt

When he was about to die, the senator still harbored illusions. He vowed to despise death, hide in the wind cellar, and live under the shadow of darkness, just for the opportunity to be rekindled.

In this way, the senator spent a long time in the wind cellar. Sometimes he would fall into a long sleep, and sometimes he would wake up and guard the unchanging wind cellar.

The wind cellar contains unimaginable wealth, forbidden knowledge, and the power that countless people crave... All of this is within easy reach for the elder. He is even considered the most powerful person in the world, but the elder is not happy. On the contrary, time is wearing away his will.

The elder has been dancing with death for so long that he who once had the courage to despise death has begun to become cowardly and fearful.

One night, the elder woke up from a nightmare. He looked at his miserable body. To outsiders, he had reached a very high degree of etherification. Most of his organs and flesh and blood were turned into pure ether, thus transcending the physical body. Mortal fetus.

Only the elder himself understands that under his highly etheric body, the elder has not felt hunger, thirst and other physiological reactions for many years. He is tireless and does not know pain. Even sleep is no longer a necessity for him. , every time he needs to force himself into a long sleep.

The senator should have spurned these sorrows and troubles, but his heart could not calm down. He missed the taste of fine wine, he longed for physical pleasure, and he envied those people who were free and running in the endless wilderness.

Why do I have to live like a prisoner despite gaining power and strength?

"I've had enough of this."

The strong wind gathered around the elder, and the high concentration of ether blended into the wind, as if thousands of sharp knives were dancing with it, instantly cutting dense sword marks on the surrounding ground.

The elder looked crazily at the blood of the Regent in Derby's hand. As long as he was given the blood, he could transform into a member of the Night Clan and escape the scythe of death.

At that time, he no longer needed a high-concentration ether environment to extend his life. He could act according to his heart's desires and no longer ignored any rules.

"I gotta get out of here, drink, have fun, enjoy all the good stuff."

In the terrifying strong wind, the veteran's staggering steps gradually became steady and firm, and the unimaginable will held up this old body.

The elders want to see the changes of the times, the rising tall buildings and spiers, the beautiful things that make people intoxicated and nostalgic...

The dense wind blunderbuss struck again, and Palmer waved his power angrily, but the roaring hurricane still failed to affect the elder. He gently raised his hand, and a powerful wind pressure came out of thin air, knocking Parr down. Mo Mo pinned her to the ground.

Palmer struggled to straighten his back, and the pressure increased. His body fell to the ground uncontrollably, his pupils were bloodshot, and the ground was also covered with cracks under the heavy pressure.

"How heartless. He is the new star of your Clerks family, isn't he?"

Derby laughed and said that from the information he had learned, Palmer was of great significance to the Clerks family.

"Him? There's nothing special about Palmer."

The senator revealed the cruel secret, "Palmer is not important, what is important is this era."

Palmer tried hard to raise his head, but the wind pressure pressed him firmly to the ground. Under the strong pressure, he could hardly breathe.

"After hundreds of years of accumulation, the alchemy matrix of the Clerks family has blossomed into its most glorious glory in this era...Palmer just happened to be born in this era and was saddled with such power."

The senator slowly lowered his palms, and half of Palmer's body sank into the ground.

"What's special is not Palmer, it's this era."

The words stung Palmer's heart, shattering all his carefully hidden arrogance.

“There has never been a ‘hero’, it’s just that the power of the times has gathered together, making someone become the will that embodies this power.

Palmer is just a carrier of power, and carriers can be replaced at any time. "

The senator released all his power, and the wind pressure was about to crush Palmer. At this time, the sharp iron spear pierced through. The moment it approached the senator, it was blocked by the invisible wind wall, bent and broken.

Bologg kept throwing the spear, and then the same heavy wind pressure came. Bologg immediately knelt down, crushing the solid stone under him.

The disparity in strength was clearly displayed at this moment. Boluogo couldn't move, and he couldn't even raise his head to look directly at the elder.

The armor protecting Boluogo now became his cage. The steel began to deform and collapse, clinging to Boluogo's body and binding his limbs.

Boluogo tried to control the metal and reluctantly opened a gap in the back of the armor, but before he could break free, the flames of the burning cauldron were extinguished, and sharp stings came from his body, and the surface of his body The alchemical matrix flashed out arcs and sparks.

The elder's ether filled this area. Under the mutual repulsion of the ethers, Boluogo could not control any matter, and his own moment soul criticality was also repeatedly impacted.

Coughing out a large amount of blood, Boluogo raised his head stubbornly, even though his pupils were completely stained with blood.

"You...can't hold on for long."

A hoarse voice was squeezed out of Boluogo's throat, and he could detect something strange in the elder's body, the madness that was causing trouble.

In the Dawn War a hundred years ago, the senator did not accept the blood gift from the Night King, but that drop of blood turned into the seed of evil, which was buried deep in the senator's heart until it was used by the mysterious regent a hundred years later.

The blood of the Night Clan is extremely mysterious. It not only contains the blood contract with the devil, but as the Night Clan develops, their blood is endowed with many strange powers.

Bologg felt the intensity of the ether around him, and it was currently confirmed that the elder's position was the defender, which reminded Bologg of the third seat in the chaotic timeline.

At that time, the third real body did not come to the battlefield. All he relied on was a puppet and a secret sword that could cut everything.

In the absence of the Glory One, the Fortress Defender is the power ceiling of the extraordinary world. Even if the Fortress Defender's puppet is just swaying the pure ether, its combat power is extremely terrifying.

Under the siege of Lebius, Jeffrey and many others, and with the power of "Gluttony" released by the Immortal Heart, Bologo was able to eliminate the Silver Knight in the melee.

Now the enemy is no longer a cold puppet, but a real defender. He is calling the ether and indulging his own secret power. The scene of terror is brewing in the dark clouds, and he is always ready to set off a catastrophe that will destroy the world. storm.

Unfortunately, even though the Elder is so terrifying, this is not the full glory of a defender.

The senator is too old. As a defender of the fortress, his lifespan is about to end. His ability to survive until now is entirely dependent on his own etherification and the protection of the wind cellar.

The current elders are like fireworks in the night sky, their light is bright, but extremely short-lived. Even if the elders can move mountains and fill the seas, his body cannot support it. As long as a certain amount of time is given, the old body will drag the elders and welcome them. The arrival of death.

"Basekeeper...it's nothing!"

Boluogo stood up with force. He could hear the low roar of his own bones breaking, and he could also feel the rush of blood.

His heart was like an overheated engine, and the ether was fully released, resisting the pressure of the elders.

Boluogo's chances of winning are slim, but he still has a chance of winning. He doesn't have to go head-to-head with a defender. Just like Palmer's favorite board game "Night Journey", facing terrifying enemies, even hunters Even in hordes, it is still difficult to win.

In order to balance the game, designers have set up many mechanisms for the decisive battles in the game. As long as those special mechanisms are achieved, even mortals can reverse their fate.

The elder coughed in pain. When he first entered the wind cellar, he raised his hands and swore an oath like other elders. Now his rebellion has touched the original oath, and the backlash of the oath is acting on his body, causing his body to The condition deteriorated further.

The broken chains gathered together again, sealing the elder's body layer by layer. He was about to say something to Derby, but when the elder was in labor pain, there was a momentary gap in his suppression of Boluogo. Boluogo caught it right He took this gap and broke free from the wind pressure.

Boluogo jumped forward with all his strength. He only had one chance. If he failed to hit the target, he would definitely be crushed to pieces by the senator.

The snake scale liquid formed a sharp spear in his hand, and Bologo tensed every inch of his muscles as if he was about to crush the steel.

Derby looked at Bologg mockingly. The battle was decided, and all actions of Bologg seemed so ridiculous, but he soon stopped laughing.

The iron spear was not pointed at the senator, but at Derby. To be precise, it was the blood of the regent in Derby's hands.

Bologg roared and threw the iron spear, and the scorching scales on it ignited, turning into flowing fire that penetrated the night.