Kemp rarely has a specific impression of a particular day in his life. In his opinion, every day is the same. He wakes up in bed, gets dressed, goes to work, kills time, returns to his bed, and then
End the day.
Looking back on the past, it seems that every day of Camp's short life was spent in such a dull way, as if life was so mediocre and boring.
In boredom, becoming a condenser was one of the rare days that he could remember. It was the day when he entered the extraordinary world. Fortunately, there is one more such day now.
In the gray tones, a dazzling light illuminated Kemp's face. Even Shelley, who was leaning beside him and injured, tried hard to raise his head and look at the rain of fire falling from the fog.
The blazing fire rain illuminated the earth like a flare. In the light rail tram, passengers all saw the burning fire. People were curiously lying on the windows, watching the burning fire in the fog, and guessing what was happening there.
Such things.
The fog blocks all sight, isolating common sense from madness, even though they are so close.
The thugs were also shocked by the sudden fire, and they all stopped in their tracks. Each person's shadow was stretched thin, like a bush with claws and teeth.
Boluogo landed firmly on the ground and stood on the low house where Kemp was hiding. A green glimmer rolled in his eyes, and complicated tracks appeared along his hands.
"Special Operations Group?"
Kemp recovered from the shock. Only then did he realize that the rescue team was not the fourth team, but the special operations team.
As time goes by, the Special Operations Group is no longer a secret within the Field Service Department. Many people are aware of their existence, but few have seen their existence.
This may sound similar to the fourth group, but it's actually not the same.
The reason why the Special Operations Group is so low-key is because there are too few members. Counting Uriel, the entire Special Operations Group only has five people. Sometimes Palmer even jokes that if he and Bologo go out for operations, even if they are deployed,
We have half the strength of the Special Operations Group.
Coupled with the recent operations in the Great Rift, the two rarely returned to the "reclamation room", which also made the special operations group even more mysterious.
But these are not the reasons why people care about the Special Operations Group so much. What really makes every field staff remember them is their strange identity.
A debtor who signed a blood contract with the devil and received a "gift".
"Only you?"
After a brief shock, Kemp realized that only Burlogo had fallen down. He thought that there were powerful reinforcements coming to rescue him, but now, only Burlogo was alone.
"Today is a day off and I don't have any schedule, so my partner is on vacation."
Burlogo replied seriously, as if he didn't even realize what Camp meant.
"You? A condenser!"
Kemp's voice became louder. As a Sublime Master of the Origin School, he could keenly sense the etheric reaction in Boluogo's body. What he was waiting for was just a first-stage Sublime Master like himself.
"Any questions?"
Burlogo was talking to himself without looking at Kemp.
He had already seen the thugs in the fog. They were stepping on the muddy ground, and their heavy breathing was revealed under the gas masks, like the breathing of wild animals.
Boluogo didn't like such a high-profile appearance. Being the focus of the audience would limit his movements. He was more like an invisible evil spirit, quietly hunting down the thugs one by one.
But Kemp and Shelley were in bad condition. In order to prevent the thugs from killing them first, Bologo could only open fire in a high-profile manner to attract everyone's attention.
The effect was a success, and Borlogo felt like a rock star at a concert, dazzling as flames erupted on the stage.
"No problem, we'll be there soon."
The same voice sounded in the minds of several people. After knowing that Boluogo had arrived at the scene, the anxious Yas finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After a pause for a few seconds, Yas said again.
"Thanks, Boluogo."
Kemp and Shelley felt that they heard wrongly. Their team leader was actually thanking Burlogo. Before they could figure out the situation, Burlogo silently took out the horn vibrator.
Mist wrapped around him.
In an instant, weird and evil fear arose in the hearts of the two of them. They couldn't figure out why. They cast their eyes on the figure standing on the low house, and even more indescribable emotions emerged.
Bologo became strange, turning into something they could not understand and had never seen before, and what was hidden under his flesh and blood body was about to break free at this moment.
"Then...I'll start."
A steady voice sounded in the heart network, and the lingering sound of the words brought an incomprehensible joy.
Before the voice fell, Boluogo's figure, driven by the aether's amplification, turned into a strange cyan light and shadow, rushing towards the thugs in the fog.
"You're crazy!"
Kemp climbed out of the bunker and raised his gun to try to cover Bologna. In his opinion, Bologna's actions were leading to death. But after the sporadic gunshots, a scene that was difficult for him to understand appeared.
A faint spark flickered in the mist, and then the roaring fireworks rushed straight towards Boluogo.
It is an alchemical weapon called the "Fire Calling Rod". Its effect is very simple. It just creates scorching fireworks. Alchemists often use this kind of thing as a walking stick to facilitate them to heat metal at any time. It can be modified by the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce.
Next, the power and instability of this thing are greatly improved, like a flamethrower that does not require a fuel tank.
Bologo did not dodge, and the scorching fire swallowed him up in an instant. The green figure dissipated, and Kemp could already imagine Bologo's burnt and blackened body.
But soon, in the continuous flow of fire, a slight shadow appeared in the blazing heart of the flame, and then the shadow continued to expand, and even turned into a hazy figure.
The red-hot horn hammer smashed open the stream of fire and the thug's head along with it.
The fireworks suddenly stopped, and when the rising black smoke dissipated, the armored knight slowly lifted the horn hammer, and the thug in front of him had turned into a headless corpse, and fell down weakly.
In the mud.
Boluogo turned around, and the red-hot iron armor like snake scales cooled down and turned into gray-white iron.
The snake scales quickly faded, turning into a group of snakes and crawling back under Boluogo's clothes. His green eyes looked at the thugs present. Weird gasps sounded in everyone's ears, as if a bloodthirsty beast was watching them.
Peeping behind.
The silence was broken by fanatical roars. The thugs brandished their long knives and pulled the triggers. Multiple ether reactions erupted. It was unclear whether they were hostile sublimators or activated alchemy weapons.
But none of this could disrupt Boluogo's pace. It was originally used to escape. The moving hook was thrown out by Boluogo and accurately nailed into the arm of a thug. Then the hook was recovered and he was quickly killed.
The ground was dragged over.
Boluogo raised the horn hammer. He did not swing the hammer at the thugs, but the thugs took the initiative to hit the head of his hammer.
The figures were intertwined, and the thug's body seemed to have been bent by a huge force. His spine was broken, lost support, and folded together at a strange angle. He rolled several times on the ground and died silently.
Without any cruel words or the need for words, Boluogo rushed towards the ether reaction closest to him. After disposing of these extraordinary powers, the remaining thugs were no different to him from hunting demons, and he was relaxed and relaxed.
It's comfortable and even a little stress-relieving.
Decompress?
I have indeed been under a lot of pressure recently. It's not because of any deep hatred, it's just that there are too many messy things piled together, which makes me very annoyed.
Thinking of this, Boluogo couldn't help but flash the figure of Aimu in front of his eyes.
Sometimes Bologg feels that Aimu is like a... kitten? Maybe, she is curious and wants to get close to humans and understand all kinds of human beings, but because she does not understand humans, she is frightened by various human behaviors.
Boluogo didn't know how to solve this problem. He could understand Aimu's thoughts to some extent. But no matter what, Boluogo couldn't directly tell Aimu that you are just a tool and don't try to get close to humans. This would be unavoidable.
Too cruel.
Aimu understands human beings, but not enough. She does not understand the ugliness and evil of human beings, nor does she understand human desires and madness.
With a swing of the hammer, another thug was beaten into a ball of flesh and blood, with all kinds of smelly residue falling on his clothes.
cruel?
In terms of cruelty, Boluogo happens to be the most ruthless butcher.
Logically speaking, it was not difficult for Boluogo to do such a cruel thing, but he soon realized that the reason why he committed atrocities against these people without any pressure was because these people deserved such punishment.
I just overstepped my power and acted as a bigger villain to accelerate all of this.
Amu did nothing wrong, or in other words, she was born with a mistake. She was born from Teda's taboo and crazy fantasy.
Boluogo tried to put himself into Amu's perspective and think about all this, and soon he felt a sense of powerlessness.
This feeling of powerlessness made Boluogo even more depressed and even became irritable.
The fire-calling staff ignited again, and several streams of fire enveloped Boluogo from different angles, but this still could not hinder Boluogo's pace. He strode out of the sea of fire, facing a hail of bullets.
The dense bullets hit his body, but sparks burst out. The snakes crawled quickly on Boluogo's body, and the dense scales easily bounced off all the bullets.
Bologg stretched out his hand and choked one of the thugs. He screamed and slashed Bologg's body with a knife, but all he could hear was the sound of metal, and another thug came out from the side.
He took control of Borogo's other hand and tried to save his accomplice.
But it was all in vain. With the ether amplified, Boluogo pinched the thug's throat, clenched his fist with blood on his hands, and then smashed the head of another thug in a circle.
It felt really good to have his desire for violence satisfied, and he was relieved a lot from his inner irritability. Boluogo threw the horn hammer and knocked over another thug. Looking at his face covered with blood, Boluogo