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Chapter 122 The Ghost of Mercury

The heavy rain made the roof of the car slippery and wet. Traveling at high speed, a strong wind came oncoming. Ordinary people could not stand at all in this situation, but Boluogo stood as steady as a rock.

Holding the last iron spear, dense patterns spread from the palm to the steel, as if there is an invisible furnace smelting the metal. The twisted iron spear turned into a short sword in the right hand, and the excess steel ran along the arm.

Crawling, forged into rough vambraces.

The beam of light was in front of him, but at this moment Bologg's attention was not on Thorndike. He ran quickly, running between the carriages like a hound. When he passed the carriage where Thorndike was, he

Without stopping, he went straight to the front of the train.

Killing Thorndike is the secondary goal, the primary goal now is to stop the train and leave the transported goods here.

Palmer's cheers continued. This guy was like a real robber, shooting at the train with a submachine gun.

It’s unclear where Palmer took out the submachine gun, and I don’t know why this guy brought a submachine gun when he went out to ride his bike at night.

In short, Palmer alone managed to fight with the momentum of an army. With the bullets pouring out, he beat everyone so hard that they dared not show their heads.

But soon, the soldiers in the carriage reacted, and they fired back. The dense bullets kept passing through under the rain curtain, and the remaining gunfire flashed out in the blue rain and mist.

Palmer couldn't hold on any longer. There were desolate wilderness on both sides of the train. There was no cover for this guy to hide from, let alone the fact that he had to ride a bicycle to follow the train closely.

If this guy's "gift" happens, maybe in the next second, Palmer and his car will turn into a ball of fire.

Bologo immediately made a judgment. He punched the roof of the car under him, and the metal structure broke instantly. Before the soldiers in the car had time to react, Bologo fell from the sky and appeared among them.

The cold wind poured in along the big hole opened by Boluoge. Under the bursts of coldness, the terrifying appearance released a frightening murderous intention.

"Anyone want to get out of the car?"

The voice penetrated through the mask and was distorted into a hoarse and deep tone.

"Enemy attack"

The soldiers noticed Bologg. Some were still shooting at Palmer in the wilderness, while others drew out their daggers and prepared to slit Bologg's throat.

"It seems that no one wants to get off the bus."

Boluogo said to himself, turning his head and setting off a storm of blood.

The narrow carriage and densely packed soldiers restricted the use of firearms. Bologg liked to fight in this limited environment. It was like a ring, and what Bologg was fighting was an irregular ring battle.

The dagger slashed towards Bologg, but was blocked by the arm armor. The metal made a sharp cutting sound. Then Bologg grabbed the soldier's arm holding the dagger with one hand and raised it high. At the same time,

The soldier's armpits were directly exposed to his eyes.

With murderous intent boiling over, he kicked the soldier's calf, and he knelt down in pain. Boluogo thrust out his dagger, stabbed it along the raised left armpit, and penetrated the heart from the side.

Letting go of the dead body, Boluogo stretched out his hand and pressed it on the carriage, and a cyan light track flashed across the carriage.

The soldiers approaching Boluogo had no idea what was going to happen next. They still wanted to chop Boluogo into pieces with their knives, but the next second the steel let out bursts of mournful screams.

Secret Power: Hand of Recruitment.

Invisible hands tore at the carriage, shattering and twisting the metal structure, turning it into rough spears and axes, piercing and shredding the interior of the carriage.

The soldiers were instantly chopped into countless pieces, and their bodies were thrown from the broken gap in the carriage, blending into the heavy rain with their blood.

There was no pity in Boluogo's eyes, and he didn't even pay much attention.

He opened his hands and stroked the steel on the road. The blue light track crawled all over the carriage like cold poisonous snakes. As Boluoge approached, the blood-stained spears and axes collapsed and twisted one after another, as if they were giving way to the king.

The guardian of the line.

Boluogo knew that this was the end of the carnival, and he no longer held back. The ether was released to his heart's content, and the alchemical matrix was burning wantonly. Under the glow of the light, the metals that were clearly hard and cold turned out to be liquid-like at this moment.

Softness and fluidity.

Like mercury.

The dark metals spread out their wildly dancing arms, like spreading thorns. They followed Boluogo's outstretched hands, crawling all over Boluogo's body like a group of snakes, until they completely covered his body.

There was a faint sound of forging in the wind and rain. The invisible craftsman swung a heavy hammer and hit the unformed steel until the steel turned red, as if it was burning.

The metal is stacked on top of each other like snake scales, first the arm armor, then the breastplate. Bundles of sharp and slender iron feathers extend between the gaps. As Bologg advances, the sound of tapping becomes heavier, and the skirt

Their armor scraped against each other, and a beast-like breathing sound came from under the exposed ferocious mask.

The cyan light tracks are like blood vessels, covering every inch of the armor and extending to both hands.

Boluogo kicked open the car door, and the cold heavy rain washed his armor to a shine.

Touching the rusty metal, Borogo summoned a heavy guard ax from it.

The bright ax surface reflected Boluogo's face, and the metal snakes climbed up his face. The snakes solidified into a helmet, but the helmet did not hide the terrifying appearance. Under the chilling and horrifying aura, he seemed to be digging.

The cavalryman who opened the grave.

Thorndike, who was far away in the rear carriage, noticed the violent etheric reaction here. After a brief hesitation, he realized Bologna's purpose. He wanted to stop the train.

"Stop him!."

Thorndike roared angrily that the train must not stop. He tried to catch up with Bologg, but at this time, dense bullets were fired from the window, and the hail of bullets passed overhead, suppressing everyone in the carriage.

Waves of cheers came as the lunatic, fearless of death, ignored the soldiers' counterattack and galloped all the way across the wilderness.

Thorndike was a little confused about this guy. He looked like he had just escaped from a lunatic asylum, but it was this guy who successfully suppressed them.

There was no time to hesitate. Luminous patterns appeared from Thorndike's body surface. He simply released the secret energy. While releasing the power, he also tried to chase Boluogo. Taking advantage of Palmer's time to reload,

Thorndike came to the next carriage.

Suddenly, the howling wind mixed with icy rain poured into the car along the cracks in the window. In an instant, the wind force increased several times, the shaky car windows shattered one after another, and the sharp edges scratched Thorndike's cheek.

Everyone was so blown by the wind that they could not lift their heads, and even breathing became much more difficult, as if they were being ravaged by a storm.

Palmer's cheers came again, as if he was mocking everyone.

In fact, there is another reason why Palmer loves rainy days. In such windy weather, the intensity of the secret energy and wind source is increased several times.

The environment will also determine the strength of a sublimator. The effect of Secret Energy and Wind Source is to control the surrounding airflow, and now, there is a storm waiting for Palmer to do his bidding.

The strong wind hit the train, and the violent tremors spread all the way to Bologna. Such high-pitched ether was released from behind. It must be that Palmer and Thorndike were fighting.

Holding the guard ax high, Bologg did what he should do, and opened the car door with the axe.

In an instant, there was a loud burst of gunfire. The soldiers in this carriage waited for a long time before pulling the trigger. The powerful firepower instantly covered Boluogo's figure.

Even an immortal body would be shattered in an instant when faced with such intensive firepower. However, the expected flight of flesh and blood did not happen. After the shattering rain and mist, what came towards them was Leng Tie's armor.

This is really a scene that can make people scream. The heavy and ferocious armor opened the car door and strode towards the soldiers. He seemed to have come from a knight movie. This should have been displayed in a museum.

The thing has now become the approaching death.

Chaos fire splashed on the armor, but this could not stop his pace. The guard ax was swung with all his strength, splitting open the flesh and blood one after another.

Blood and death, and a violent will.

Everyone who faced the armor was overwhelmed by the power of the terrifying face. Some soldiers could not bear such madness. They turned around and pushed open the car door, put down all their weapons, and jumped directly into the damp wilderness.

, the figure hit the ground hard, rolled several times, and disappeared in the rain and fog.

Some soldiers screamed and pulled off the grenades. After a short delay, a fiery explosion swept through the carriage.

The train shook violently again, a gap was blown out of the side of the carriage, and billowing smoke overflowed from it, as if dragging a gray-black tail.

The soldiers in the next carriage poked their heads out and saw that the steel evil spirit had also been blown out of the car. Waves of joy rose from the bottom of their hearts, dispelling the suppressed uneasiness.

The harsh sound of wind came from above, as if something extremely sharp was cutting through all obstacles along the way, whether it was strong winds or heavy rain.

The guard ax penetrated the roof of the car and was stuck in the frame. A hook rope was tied to the end of the ax handle. As the ether injected its adaptive arm, the evil spirit tore through the rain and fog and stepped onto the train again.

The explosion caused the armor to become pitted, and some of the armor was broken. The body underneath was bloody and bloody, but within a few breaths, the flesh and blood was rapidly healing itself. At the same time, the damaged armor was also replenished driven by secret energy.

, just like proliferation, healing all damage.

Boluogo pulled out his guard ax and strode forward. He was only a few carriages away from the front of the train. His sight moved forward along the rails. Farther away was a stone bridge spanning a deep valley. Its figure was in the distance.

It looked extremely blurry under the rain and fog, and looked like a monster crawling up from the deep valley.

Amidst the noisy wind, some strange noises came from behind. He turned around and swung the guard ax. Bologo was sure that he had hit the target, but judging from the touch of the blow, it seemed that the one he hit was not flesh and blood.

It is tougher and stronger than human flesh.

The pale faceless mask came into view. Under the blow of the guard's ax, its body showed a strange twist. Logically speaking, this blow would have broken its spine, but it could still move and swing.

The sharp blade pierced along the arm left a deep dent in the armor.

The opponent's figure is slender, and its body surface is covered by some kind of pitch-black substance. It is extremely tough and can easily withstand slashes. It lies on all fours and cooperates with the opponent's abnormally large-angle movements, like a ghost coming from a nightmare.

Suddenly, there was a burst of wailing sounds from the carriage under Bologe's feet, and then two sword blades tore open the roof of the car, and another slender ghost came out. It tried to sneak attack Bologe, but Bologe was stronger than

It was faster, and the guard ax slammed down fiercely. On the way to being knocked away, you could clearly see the ghost's back bending directly.

It stabbed out its sharp sword and fixed itself firmly on the roof of the car. After the bone-shattering sound of dislocation, it actually corrected its broken bones and straightened its body again.

The two ghost figures held sharp swords and stood silently in the wind and rain, with the glow of ether swimming on their dark bodies.

Boluogo didn't think that the other party was a Sublime One, but he thought that the other party was a dominant creature similar to the Blade-Bite Wolf.

Is it Thorndike's secret power? Just as Bologg was thinking, a boiling roar sounded from the gap under his body.

The soldiers who were supposed to be dead came to life again, their eyes were pale, they stretched out their blood-stained palms one after another, and opened their mouths like hungry beasts, hungry for flesh and blood under their armor.

On the speeding train, demons dance wildly.


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