This is the first time that Boluogo has faced a believer. He is fully prepared for such an existence that is higher than himself. If he has some trump cards, the opponent must also have them. And given the gap in rank, no one knows.
What will the battle situation be like?
Therefore, Bologg knew from the beginning that he only had one chance, either to seriously injure or even kill Thorndike, or to hide his edge and never arouse his vigilance.
The Order of Carrion is a troublesome secret power. Thorndike is like possessing an army of ghouls. Under the mist created by the Hidden Mist Sword, these ghouls who sew limbs together protect him like guards.
If Kedening were here, his secret power would be useless. Kedening could not detect Thorndike at all, but the radiant blade in his hand was different.
Since becoming a Sublime One, this is the most lethal alchemical weapon Bologo has encountered, and its ether consumption is also extremely shocking.
In the battle between the Condenser and the Prayer, the Radiant Blade is the only alchemical weapon that plays a key role. As long as it hits the right spot, even the Prayer will be killed by it.
There is a gap in rank between him and Thorndike, but it is not irreparable.
The billowing stream of light was released from his hand, and Thorndike thought that the silver lion's pounce was the final blow, but in fact it was a feint, and the current Ether Sword was the real fatal blow.
A life-saving blow that burned the fragments of the soul.
The impact of pure ether was iron-weary, and the dark matter began to melt under the violent ether. Thorndike waved the secret sword, but the blade of the secret sword had already been firmly grasped by Boluogo, even if it cut his palm.
, cut into the bone.
The fear of death shocked Thorndike. He had not faced such a close fear for a long time. In the past, he would just hide in the dark and wait for the ghosts to end the battle, but today death finally found him from the shadows.
He had learned how to deal with the opponent's sword-grabbing moves, but fear and panic surged in his heart, and it was only then that Thorndike understood the meaning of Bologger's words.
Thorndike did not have that kind of heart, the heart to face death...
How can a coward who is afraid of death defeat a desperado?
"You crazy person!"
Thorndike roared angrily, reaching out with his other hand to grab the ether sword, even though the violent ether tore his palm into bloody pieces.
Bologger responded with a laugh. Thorndike's mind was completely focused on what was before him. He didn't even have the energy to control the dominant animals. They were like spectators, standing in the heavy rain, watching the final fight to the death with cold eyes.
The only ether was burned dry, and the ether sword's glow dissipated, turning it into a dagger again, but a hole had been burned out of the iron paint, and there was bright red flesh and blood underneath.
Thorndike's hand then grasped the dagger, and he struggled with Bologg. The tip of the sword sank slightly into his body along the hole.
Bologg suddenly roared at this moment. As if he couldn't feel the pain, the tip of the secret sword penetrated the palm of his hand. Bologg forced Thorndike to run away.
Who knows how much physical strength this guy still has. What makes Thorndike even more confused is that the purpose of the Bureau of Order has been achieved. They have successfully stopped the goods, so why do they have to compete with themselves?
Capturing himself? That was also based on his own survival. Now Boluogo was determined to separate life and death from himself. He didn't even understand where this damn desperado came from.
His back hit the guardrail of the stone bridge hard, and half of Thorndike's body leaned out, revealing the deep valley bottom.
Bologger let go of the secret sword, made a fist with his bloody hand, and slammed the hand holding the dagger like a hammer, trying to smash the dagger into Thorndike's body.
The railing dented and trembled after each blow, as if it would collapse completely after the next blow, causing the two of them to fall to the bottom.
"We're all going to die!"
Thorndike screamed and swung the sword randomly, but the two were too close, and the secret sword could only keep slashing at Boluogo's back, making bloody gashes.
"Everyone dies, it just depends on when."
cried Borogo, like a melancholy philosopher.
The last punch fell, and the dagger stabbed into Thorndike's body. He still held on to the dagger tightly, thinking that he could block it. Then Bologger loosened his hand and let go of Thorndike.
Thorndike leaned on the railing, holding the secret sword, trying hard not to fall down. He felt that Bologg must have been completely exhausted, and the dagger was thrust in the wrong direction during the fight and failed to pierce his heart. .
Listening to the retreating footsteps, he thought that this guy also realized that if this continued, both sides would suffer.
Thorndike was about to laugh at Bologg's false fierceness, but the retreating footsteps became faster and closer.
Bologg took a running start, kicked, and hit the exposed hilt of the sword with a fierce kick. The entire hilt of the sword was completely submerged into the body. Bologg kicked his chest and the sharp sword tip stabbed out from the back, nailing him to death. Enter the railing behind.
Thorndike vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the figure who kicked fiercely looked like he was out of strength, falling comically on the slippery ground.
"Why? You madman, why did you do this?"
Thorndike coughed up blood. He couldn't figure out where Bologger got his motivation and his relentless determination.
Everything is so inexplicable, just like you are suddenly bitten by a dog while walking on the road, and this damn vicious dog is unexpectedly persistent. He not only wants to bite off a piece of meat from your body, but also wants to bite through your throat.
Like some kind of sudden punishment, he came so absurdly. No matter what you asked, he remained silent and just gave you a cold verdict.
"You already call me a madman. Do you still need a reason for what a madman does?"
Boluogo climbed up from the water in embarrassment, his steps staggering. He was at the end of his strength, the ether was burned out, and the soul fragments were released. His whole body seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight, and every step was so difficult. .
Now he feels like a piece of firewood, constantly burning, constantly burning, and when it is finally going to go out, he ignites those few sparks with force, just like hypnotizing himself, you can still burn for a while...
Fighting across levels was more difficult than Boluogo imagined. It may be that he killed too many people tonight. He started fighting when the midnight clock struck and continued until almost dawn. It could be regarded as starting from the east of Opos. The road has been cut to the west, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the king of cutting.
Thinking of this, Boluogo laughed nervously.
If he faced Thorndike at his best, he might be able to kill him in a few rounds... Forget it, it wouldn't be much worse to kill him now anyway.
Borrogo approached step by step, and Thorndike looked at this crumbling body. It seemed that he would fall down and die in the next second, but he was full of strength and could give himself death at any time.
Strength and vulnerability, two contradictory words coexist in Boluogo.
Thorndike tried to mobilize the secret power, but severe pain, exhaustion, fear, and countless negative emotions plagued him, not to mention that he was also consumed by Boluogo.
The tendency of the Order of Carrion is "broad and dull". He can drive countless ghouls, and for this he also has to bear a huge amount of ether consumption.
The ghouls and ghosts around him began to move slowly, and Thorndike's control became much slower due to his serious injury.
Just get ahead of Boluogo, just get ahead of him...
Thorndike struggled to stand up, and the dagger completely penetrated his chest. He could only cover the wound and run towards the ghouls.
A sudden sharp pain hit Thorndike's ankle hard, causing him to fall into the water. A claw hammer fell next to him. Looking back, Bologg kept throwing the action and then strode forward.
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When Thorndike stood up with his sword in hand, the dark figure covered Thorndike. He raised his head and saw only a pair of cyan eyes in the shadow.
Gu Xu
Boluogo thought of the movie he had seen before. The current plot was quite similar to that in the movie, with one killer killing another killer.
It was finally coming to an end, but Boluogo always felt that something was missing... right.
A cruel, cold-blooded declaration, which is how the court executes a prisoner, reading his crime aloud, and then pulling the trigger.
"When I perform an act of justice, I am the angel in her mouth."
As he spoke, Bologo pulled off the necklace around his neck. He held the cross in the palm of his hand, and the necklace was wrapped around the back of his fingers, like a tiger finger.
"What I have in my hand...is the flaming sword."
Bologg felt that his fists were about to burn. The flaming sword of punishment was in his hand, and Bologg only had to wave it.
There were sounds of approaching footsteps from all around, and the ghouls stretched out their fangs and claws. Unfortunately, the sentence had been handed down, and no one could change his will, so Bologger roared and punched hard.
"I am justice!"
Thorndike swung his sword and slashed at Bologg, but this was not a sword duel, but a hand-to-hand fight on the street. Bologg burst into Thorndike's arms and hit the elbow with a quick punch.
"I am the law!"
In the severe pain, the secret sword fell from his hands. Bologg raised his foot and kicked Thorndike's knee hard. When he kicked him down, there was a sound of teeth grinding in the bones, and it curved into a weird angle. The ghosts thrust out the sword.
, penetrated Boluogo's body, but this could no longer stop him.
He said angry and harsh words, but Boluogo acted like a street villain. Yes, you are right to think so. Now he is the villainous angel mentioned in the story. In the fists he kept waving, he held a
Crossed flaming swords.
Burlogo punched one after another, first breaking his eyebrow bone, and then smashing the bridge of his nose. Blood covered Thorndike's sight, and soon his eyeballs were sunken under the heavy punches.
Thorndike still tried to resist and raised his fists to fight back, but Boluogo was faster and more ruthless than him. It was obvious that the sword had penetrated his palms, but he could still hold it as tightly as a piece of iron.
Continuously smashing, like lifting a big stone, smashing down, lifting, smashing down, lifting... There is no elegance and dignity, there is only the most primitive and bloody violence, and only in this way can the deepest and deepest feelings be vented.
Fiery rage.
After being extremely angry, Boluoge actually laughed, and the memories of the past passed by with the violent storm.
"Why do you shout something...Hallelujah when you are happy? What does this mean?" Lying in the dark forest, Boluogo asked Adele beside him.
Adele knelt beside Boluogo and while changing dressing for the wound, she explained.
"This is the meaning of praise. You can shout this sentence when you are happy, praise the things that make you happy, and praise this beautiful world."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to wipe the cold sweat off Boluoge's head. She said gently, "For example, now, when we are still alive, it is very suitable to say some words of praise."
"Hallelujah?"
"Yes, Hallelujah!" Adele said in a surprised tone, "We are still alive! Hallelujah!"
Burlogo imitated Adele's words at that time, grabbed Thorndike's head with both hands, and smiled at the bloody face.
"Friend! Smile! This is a moment worth celebrating!"
"Hallelujah!"
Boluogo praised loudly. In the blending of fists and blood, he felt more joyful than ever. The storm roared around him, like a group of demons roaring, but it also brought an ethereal tone, like a choir singing softly.
.
"Hallelujah!"
"Hallelujah!"
Every compliment was like a punch, and every punch was accompanied by a burst of severe pain, shattering the collarbone, breaking the neck, smashing the face, and even collapsing the entire chest.
Smash all hatred and anger to pieces!
Until there is no more sound!
Burlogo didn't know how many punches he threw and how long he beat him. When he stopped, Thorndike's head had deflated, and blood overflowed, mixing with the blurred flesh and blood.
Grabbing the collar, Boluogo roared at the twisted face, as if he wanted to pour out all the accumulated anger in his heart. Now he was like a real lion, roaring and angry, bathed in blood.
After the roar, everything became quiet.
After a long time, Boluogo held on to the railing and stood up tiredly from the unidentifiable corpse, with heat rising all over his body.
Pushing away the stagnant ghosts, he pulled out the sharp sword that penetrated his body. When he looked back, the fog had dissipated, and the grotesque ghouls fell beside him. They almost turned him into a pulp.
Leaning weakly on the railing, Boluogo's vision was a little blurry. Turning his head, he saw Palmer not far away waving to him.
Like himself, he rested against the railing. In front of Palmer, corpses piled up in a mountain, washed by rainwater, and gathered into dark red streams flowing down.
Letting go of his hand, Boluogo put the blood-stained cross necklace back on his neck. For a moment, unprecedented peace enveloped his only soul.
"How do you feel? Bologna, you look like a tragic philosopher who was stoned to death." Palmer walked over and looked at Bologg whose face was stained with blood and said.
“Why the tragic philosopher?”
"Huh? I feel like your stinky face is very suitable for appearing in oil paintings," Palmer thought, "I have many oil paintings like this at home, and the expressions of the guys in the paintings are similar to yours."
"How should I put it? It feels like the big thing is over, and the next thing is the feeling of death... Fortunately, you won't die."
Listening to Palmer's words, Boluogo couldn't help but laugh. His tone of voice, which was both serious and somewhat rubbish, really sounded like a ghost to him now.
"So Mr. Lazarus, what do you think about what happened?" Palmer kicked Thorndike's body, and his head was sunken and bloody. From this, it seems that he was the one who was stoned to death.
Boluogo thought for a while and took out a key from his pocket, "I want to go have a drink now."
"No, no, no, I'm not asking what you want to do next, I'm asking what are you thinking about now?"
Palmer was now like a reporter, constantly interviewing Burlogo. He was very curious about his partner's mental state.
"I'm thinking now that I'm going to go to the Undead Club for a nice drink later."
repeated Burlogo firmly, looking at Palmer.
"So, together?"
A soft glow rose from the end of the horizon, illuminating the scarred stone bridge and the mountains of dead bodies. The raging storm gradually subsided, turning into pattering raindrops, washing the blood-stained earth.
The hazy morning light enveloped the two of them, and in the gurgling sound of water, dirty blood mixed with rainwater, wrapped around the dead body, fell into the deep valley bottom, and disappeared.