There were waves of horrifying roars in the storm, as if there were invisible monsters fighting in the storm. They were fighting each other, tearing off flesh and blood, breaking bones, and devouring blood until the only winner was found in the duel.
But in fact, they are not dueling each other, but swarming together to hunt the only enemy.
The mottled and broken armor swayed back and forth in the blue mist, like a fishing boat heaving in the roaring waves. Every time it moved, sparks flew up from the armor. New dents covered the old ones, like the surface of a meteorite.
In the past, the ghosts were very vigilant in attacking and killing, but now the groups of ghouls are hidden in the mist. They have a numerical advantage, and their offensive has become like a tide, non-stop, with sharp and twisted weapons at all times.
Claws stretched out from the mist, trying to claw away Boluogo's flesh and blood.
Boluogo held his sword in hand and fought fiercely with the looming group of ghouls. He soon realized that this was a war of attrition, a war of attrition aimed at a quick victory.
The attacks of the ghouls were fast and intensive, leaving no chance for them to breathe. Their physical strength and ether were quickly consumed. Even though they took advantage of the brief moment of their appearance to kill one ghoul after another, their number was still the same.
Too many, in droves.
The worst thing is that these things seem to kill endlessly. The severed limbs are picked up again by other ghouls and sewn to their own bodies. Dark red blood almost covers everything around them, until the armor is stained.
More bright red.
This should be the further strengthening of Thorndike's secret power after he was promoted to a believer. Ordinary corpses can be distorted into a hateful existence for control and manipulation.
Borog guessed that in order to achieve this effect, the consumption of ether must be very terrible, otherwise Thorndike would not have injected the liquid spirit potion to release it.
In his mind, he recalled the scene when David injected the liquid spirit potion. This potion can strengthen his strength and replenish the ether, but injecting too much will cause damage to himself. Thorndike cannot use this potion multiple times to replenish it.
Is it so exhausted that Thorndike can no longer hold on? How is this possible? It is Bologg himself who cannot hold on now.
"Let's take a gamble, Borrowgo," said Borrowgo to himself. "I hope you won't be as unlucky as Palmer."
Mobilizing the remaining ether, Bologo tried his best.
The fist slammed into the ground, and the cyan light track passed over the dark red stone bridge. In an instant, the masonry underfoot began to collapse and break. The straight train sank as the ground collapsed. The surroundings shook violently, and gaps continued to appear.
The heavy armor led Boluogo to fall downwards, and the ghouls with their claws and teeth falling together with him, lost the support of the ground, and they emerged from the mist one after another, revealing their figures.
Thorndike didn't expect that Bologg had this trick, and Bologg didn't expect that his attack could bring so many ghouls down.
After all, there are too many of these ghouls, and they rely on a steady stream of ether to continuously sew their limbs together. Thorndike cannot control them as finely as ghosts.
This round of collapse took away a large number of ghouls. Even if they survive the fall, it will take some time to climb up again.
During the fall, Boluogo threw out the hook, and the ferocious and weird ghouls were like demons who came to the world, but Boluogo ignored them and passed them by, letting them fall back into the abyss. Then he followed them along
The collapsed gap jumped back to the stone bridge.
Bologe did not return to the battlefield directly. Instead, he swung high with the help of the hook. The sword in his hand extended into a scimitar. Bologg's figure spun in the air, slashing towards the earth like a top.
It was as if a meat grinder had crashed into the fog. Countless severed limbs and blood splashed out. One after another, ghouls appeared from the fog, and their broken bodies were crushed by the pace of Bologg's chariot.
Bump away.
It's not difficult to guess what Thorndike was thinking. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when he landed to hit him hard.
The fog itself appeared to hide the figures, but when Bologger knew Thorndike's intentions and judged the positions of the ghouls, the role of the fog ceased to exist.
Although he slashed at nothing with his sword, corpses fell from the fog one after another after the blade passed by.
A gap was created. Bologger could not see Thorndike's position, but he knew where Thorndike was. He ran towards the carriage that collapsed into the gap.
Thorndike could use the liquid spirit potion to replenish the ether, so he could do the same. He must be standing near the carriage, intending to prevent him from using the liquid spirit potion, or to sneak attack him when he used it.
Burlogo concluded that Thorndike would not attack him by surprise.
From the constant battles, Bologg gradually figured out Thorndike's character. This guy had been hiding behind the dominant object. Even though he had a sharp secret sword in his hand, he tried his best to avoid a head-on confrontation with him.
Thorndike is a timid and vigilant guy. He can only drive the dominant objects to fight against himself. He does not dare to bet against himself.
When you take and inject the liquid spirit potion yourself, you are indeed vulnerable to a sneak attack, but what if the sneak attack fails to kill you? Once the ether is replenished, the battle will return to the starting point.
Thorndike will not allow this to happen. Although he has sailed away from Opos, it is still too close to Opos. The field staff of the Bureau of Order may arrive at some time. By then, Thorndike will
There is no doubt that he will die.
He was timid and impatient, and Boluogo felt that this would be his chance of winning.
"You are here!"
Boluogo roared, throwing himself at the carriage and waving his machete.
He had no intention of picking up the liquid spirit potion, but instead looked like he wanted to split the carriage in half.
The expected sound of friction sounded, and the sharp secret sword appeared from the fog. Thorndike gritted his teeth and glared at Boluogo, stopping him in front of the carriage.
Looking at the blue-eyed evil spirit in front of him, Thorndike felt for the first time that a stage one Sublime One could actually bring such huge pressure to him.
The situation just now clearly dragged Boluogo into despair, but he just fought back again and defeated his prison.
From the beginning to the end, Thorndike had a strange feeling, as if all his schemes had been seen through by Bologg. Even if he used new tricks, they were quickly cracked by Bologg. This feeling of being suppressed throughout the whole process was really frustrating.
It's not easy for people.
The scimitar and the secret sword went back and forth, but Thorndike was restrained here by Boluogo because of the liquid spirit potion.
"I will kill you with my own hands!"
As Boluogo roared, the scimitar whirled violently, and the blade itself continued to lengthen during the large slashes. It was unclear whether it was the power of the terrifying face or Boluogo's fierce killing intent.
Shocked, Thorndike didn't know how to fight back for a moment.
The fog rolled around, and the sword blade broke through the fog.
The fourth ghost launched a surprise attack at this time. Bologg was attacked from both sides. He could not quickly eliminate Thorndike. After fighting all night, his own ether could not support his quick "resurrection".
He cannot be hit by this blow.
The chopping scimitar spun around again, turning its head to shake away the stabbing ghost. Compared to the swift and deadly movements before, it now seemed much more panicked.
These dominators were directly affected by their rulers, and Burlogo's rage oppressed Thorndike, even making his control of the dominators dull.
The spin of the scimitar continued, and Boluogo waved a beautiful full moon, turning the approaching raindrops into mist. After shaking away the ghost, it slashed forward again, like thunder.
The secret sword was close at hand. As early as when Boluogo went to fight back the ghost, Thorndike stabbed the secret sword at Boluogo. The scimitar came with the strong wind, and the secret sword was about to penetrate Boluogo's heart.
"Want to take a gamble?"
Burlogo roared, even if Thorndike could pierce his heart, he would still have the strength to swing his scimitar and split his head in half. More importantly, he would not die, and Thorndike would not die.
Didn't know this.
The secret sword that advanced straight forward hesitated for a moment, and then the thrust turned into an upward thrust, and collided with the scimitar. The huge force of the swing shook Thorndike into the carriage, followed by Boluogo.
As expected, Thorndike did not have such courage.
"madman!"
Thorndike continued to retreat and jumped out of the car window to avoid Burrowgo's pursuit.
The battle between the condensers is cunning and insidious. Thorndike has long been accustomed to the wary and suspicious fighting style, but Boluogo's fighting style is completely different. He is like a violent maniac, not afraid of death, risking his life to fight.
Strike after blow.
Thorndike was safe, but looking at the split carriage, he knew that he was at a disadvantage again.
Countless liquid elixirs are placed at Bolog's feet. The exhausted ether will be replenished, and the battle will return to the starting point.
Thorndike's mood was already a little numb, but surprisingly, Bologger did not look at the liquid potions, and his green eyes were still staring at Thorndike.
"Aren't you going to use these potions?"
Thorndike tried to use words to buy time. In the rolling fog, invisible figures were galloping, preparing to attack and kill Boluogo the moment he picked up the potion.
"I've been thinking about the difference between humans and beasts."
Bologger did not answer Thorndike's words, but was talking to himself. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the carriage, twisting and stretching the steel. They covered the body and filled the damaged armor.
"Now I think about it, humans are limited by their own shackles, and this is what distinguishes us from the beasts."
Bologger didn't even look at the liquid potions, he strode towards Thorndike.
Waving his hands, he threw the steel collected from the carriage one after another. When they fell, they turned into dozens of armor-piercing swords and filled the ground.
In the dense forest of swords, Boluoge picked one up at random. Green light burst out from his body. His armor bulged and deformed. The soft and slender wires swayed in the wind, extending from the back of his neck to his back, like a silver lion's mane.