After a short slide, the train came to a complete stop. The rain washed away the blood on the armor, reflecting the pale lightning.
In order to ensure that all the goods were left behind, Boluogo did not choose to directly cut off a certain carriage and stop part of the train. Instead, he chose to directly cut off the connection between the locomotive and the carriages and stop the entire train here.
Boluogo turned around and saw a motorcycle driving over happily. After the braking sound, Palmer stopped beside the train and raised his head to look at himself.
"Wow, secret energy can still be used like this."
Palmer was also frightened by Boluogo's armor. These days, everyone is using guns and artillery. Such old things are really rare. Even Palmer only saw them carefully in the collection room at home.
Got similar armor.
But now, with such a heavy armor appearing here, it feels like the times are intertwined and confused.
"Don't get caught up in your ideas."
Boluogo raised his hand and knocked on his helmet, making a crisp impact sound.
After becoming a Sublime One, the most common thing Bologo does is to hold an iron ingot and twist it with the Hand of Recruitment.
In the activity room of the Special Operations Group, you can often see Boluogo reading a book and playing with the metal in his hand. While training himself to do two things, he can perform precise operations on secret energy.
Nowadays, Bologg is able to copy the same key just by looking at it. Jeffrey joked that Bologg can go and match people's keys.
As a perfect replica of the Overlord's power, Bologo has been trying to tap into the potential of the Collected Hand. Judging from the current results, this secret power still has a lot of room for development.
Then he looked at the end of the train. After such a fierce battle, there was almost no intact window in the train, and most of the carriages were extinguished, leaving no light.
What is strange is that after the train stopped, all the carriages became silent. Except for the sound of rain, the surroundings were quiet. The soldiers in the carriages did not rush out to open fire, and there was not even a painful groan.
.
It seemed that in a certain moment, everyone on the train died, leaving only the silent corpses in place.
Boluogo thought of those ghouls, and then the sound of hungry wails could be heard, and countless palms stretched out from the car windows. They danced their arms wildly, and they felt no pain even if they were cut by the glass.
The entire train seemed to have turned into a giant centipede of steel and flesh. The outstretched arms were the densely arranged tentacles. They struggled hard, and the train was shaking slightly.
A wave of coldness and anger surged from the bottom of my heart. The ghouls squeezed each other and scrambled out of the carriage. They walked awkwardly through the stagnant water and rushed toward Bologna and Palmer.
Their number continued to increase, and soon they gathered into a black tide, rushing towards us.
"This scale...the other party is a believer." Palmer looked at the torrent of death and judged based on experience.
"It's really troublesome."
Boluogo whispered, stretched out his hand to press the metal under his body, and pulled out another long ax. The long ax in his left hand dropped, and the long ax in his right hand was placed on his shoulder.
Palmer was not under the influence of the tyrant, so he could not see the beam of light, but it was clearly visible in Borrowgo's eyes.
The light pillar representing Thorndike is located in the rear carriage. He has not moved since the wave of ghouls emerged.
Dominators often hide in safe areas and leave the battle to the dominators, but Thorndike never imagined that the person who was chasing him tonight was being blessed by the devil, and Boluogo was Cinderella from hell, coming to participate.
This feast of blood.
"No matter which school he belongs to, he shouldn't be able to accurately control so many ghouls with his rank as a believer, right?"
Boluogo asked, a ruler usually does not have too many dominated objects. The more dominated objects, the more ether is consumed, and the control becomes complicated and bloated.
"I think so, but they should have been given some vague instructions, such as killing you and me. This is quite easy." Palmer replied.
"This is a feint."
Bologg thought of those ghosts. He didn't know how many such things there were. Maybe Thorndike had prepared a large number of spares. Bologg killed one ghost and then replaced it with a new one.
battlefield.
In this chaotic group of ghouls, these insidious assassins are hiding among them, ready to attack and kill the two of them at any time.
"Want a round of superb cooperation?"
Faced with such a bad situation, Palmer looked eager to give it a try. Bologna saw in this guy's eyes the thrill of chasing danger.
He is worthy of being the heir to the Clerks family!
"No, leave him to me."
Burlogo objected, and without waiting for Palmer's response, he ran directly on the roof of the car and sped towards the carriage where Thorndike was.
The easiest way to deal with such a situation is to put pressure on the ruler. In order to protect himself, Thorndike will definitely call back all those ghosts.
Following Boluogo's surprise attack, the ghoul wave below was in commotion for a few seconds, as if they were hesitating which target to pursue. It was obvious that even a believer would find it difficult to control such a large group of dominators.
After a brief period of restlessness, the ghoul tide continued to move forward, and amid Palmer's screams, the dark figure covered the sky.
Boluogo did not look back. He believed that Palmer would not die so easily. Thinking of this, he actually understood some of Palmer's elders. If Palmer would be unlucky enough to die in the ghoul wave, it would only be a matter of time before he died.
It can be said that he is indeed unworthy of the name of the Clerks family.
If Palmer knew what Burlogo was thinking now, he would definitely curse and talk about fighting together, or he would be eager to try, but Palmer thought it was cool.
There are often plots like this in stories, right? The protagonists are calm and composed when facing death. Palmer thinks this is so cool, so he blends into the atmosphere. But he really didn't expect that Boluogo would give up like this.
He left with a feeling of "I know you can do it alone."
Wow, you really trust your partner too much, maybe too much!
The handsomeness on his face was no longer there, but turned into a look of fatal panic.
"Good brother, I'm doing my best to help you!" Palmer said and turned the accelerator.
He does not have the ability to directly kill the enemy. The cutting and suffocation of the strong wind have little effect on these ghouls. Even fatal injuries cannot affect them. Only by chopping them into pieces like Boluogo can
Effectively neutralize them.
Palmer thinks that he is not such a peerless hunk, nor is he as powerful and immortal as Bologg. Although he feels a little ashamed of his trust in Bologg, there is nothing he can do about it. This is the limit of a mortal.
Already.
The accelerator was turned to the end, and the expected ride did not happen. Instead, with a roar, Palmer and the car fell to the side.
He got up in embarrassment and saw that the front wheel of the motorcycle had a puncture. High-speed off-roading in such bad weather would cause a huge loss of tire life.
"No!" Palmer screamed and rushed over, slapping the motorcycle hard, "Lecra, please move!"
The front wheel of the motorcycle spun, as if in response to Palmer, and at the same time, the dark wave of ghouls was close at hand.
"Fucking Bologger! Fucking life!"
Palmer cursed loudly, as if he had made some kind of determination, and he stood in the wind and rain like a real man.
Then he turned around and ran away...
The people fled in front, and the ghoul wave chased behind them. They chased happily on the bridge.
Some of the ghouls went after Palmer, while the remaining ones climbed onto the roof of the car and tried to stop Borrogo. When Borrogo strode forward, Thorndike faintly realized that he had been discovered, but
Knowing how Bologo found him, he still tried his best to hinder him.
But this couldn't stop Bologg.
He was like a steel rhinoceros, running rampant, and the ghouls that got in the way were either knocked over or cut in half by the swinging axe. Amidst the chaotic wailing, blood and internal organs were washed everywhere by the heavy rain.
For a moment, Boluogo felt that he was quite like a fierce warrior on the battlefield. With just a few movements of his hand, he killed countless enemies.
The blood stained the armor heavily, and even heavy rain could not wash it away, transforming into a bright red knight.
He swung the long ax and split open the ghoul in front of him. The long ax was deeply embedded in the roof of the car, but he did not try to pull out the long ax. Instead, he used the long ax as a fulcrum to prop himself up.
He jumped into the air, turned around, and the long ax was suddenly pulled out. The two ax lights spun rapidly, and then struck down like thunder.
Two thunderbolts burst out almost at the same time. After the dazzling sparks and sharp cutting sounds, the crossed double axes split open all the ghouls in front of them. The broken flesh and blood even cracked the roof of the car under them.
beheading marks.
The red knight fell on the slash mark, and the roof of the car under his feet was shattered.
Boluogo fell into the carriage with a cold storm, his body glowed with green light, as if there was a ghost living under the armor, and at the other end of the carriage, Thorndike slowly put his hand on his waist.
On the secret sword, the body is arched, like a knight preparing for a duel.
"Thorndike DeWitt."
A cold voice sounded from under the armor, and the evil spirit was hiding in the shadow, announcing.
"It's time for punishment."
The two axes were brought together, and the metals were entangled with each other, making a sound like the forging of a blacksmith. Then Boluogo strode forward, swung a dragon-slaying sword, and smashed the carriage into pieces.