Under the power of the tyrant, both Boluogo and Palmer were protected by power, and as if going back in time, their condition returned to its best, and even their tired spirits became excited again, injected with excitement.
Like a drug, the heart beats violently.
"I felt like I was spitting out my insides."
Palmer's eyes were blurry, and his consciousness was still between fainting and waking up. He took no more than two steps, then he hugged his chest and started wailing, "It hurts so much. I feel like I've been beaten."
He didn't notice at all how bad his state was just now, nor did he realize that the tyrant had come. If there was a mirror now, Palmer would find that he had become a bloody man.
Palmer glanced at Boluogo, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Where did you get it?"
As he said this, Palmer snatched the orange juice from Burlogo's hand and drank the remaining half of the glass in one go.
In this desperate situation, with a glass of ice-cold orange juice, Palmer felt that his soul was about to be saved.
Boluogo's expression was a little complicated. A few minutes ago, Palmer was on the verge of death, but now he was bouncing around again, and he didn't even ask where he got the orange juice, or what was in it.
Orange juice, or some liquid that looks like orange juice.
The messy thoughts passed by in a flash, and Bologo was too lazy to ask Palmer questions. Too much communication with a retarded person would only turn him into the same retarded person.
"Aimu, are you okay?" Bologg asked.
"Well... there is a strange power that envelopes me."
Aimu is particularly sensitive to the ether, and unlike the big-hearted Palmer, she has long been aware of the tyrant's protection.
The exhausted ether was quickly replenished, and the tired spirit became excited again... Various strange phenomena happened to several people, and they were directly linked to the devil.
This reminded Boluogo of the contract that bound the Orang Rot Sect and the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. They had made some kind of agreement with the devil and obtained the devil's protection through the bondage of the contract.
Boluogo did not sign the contract, and neither did Aimu and Palmer. The power protecting them at this moment was a temporary contract.
Bologo needs the strength to escape, and the tyrant also needs a representative to temporarily solve some troubles for him.
But is there really no price? Bologo doesn’t think so.
For Boluogo, the so-called price is the deepening connection with the devil. Before, he had to use Mammon coins to actively call the tyrant to come, but now the tyrant can actually appear in front of him.
Of course, this may have something to do with the area he is in. After all, this is the land of tyrants, but excessive communication with devils still makes Boluogo feel a little vigilant, and this is necessary.
Dances with wolves.
"I don't know exactly what happened, but it seems like the delusional man was stopped."
Palmer was also aware of the strength in his body. He regarded it as a gift from the tyrant to the hard work of the few people. He looked up at the gap above his head. The scarlet blood hole was still dripping blood, and the dense branches and buds were showing their claws.
Boluogo also raised his head and looked up, as if this was the case. The delusional man was lost in the monster's body. The intricate flesh and blood slowed down his pace, giving several people a chance to breathe.
"Don't relax, we are not out of danger yet."
Burlogo was not as optimistic as Palmer; he still remembered what the tyrant said.
Next, they will encounter trouble that is difficult to solve, and that trouble is also something that the tyrant cares about. For this reason, the tyrant is willing to protect a few people and let them defeat the powerful enemy.
A powerful enemy that requires the power of the devil to defeat.
Boluogo's mood had become tense. The snake scale liquid wrapped around his arm, shaping a long and narrow sword blade in his hand.
With the other hand, he held the round shield that was blocking his body. Bologger assumed a sword-and-shield stance and walked cautiously toward the depths of the darkness.
While escaping from the pursuit of the paranoid, Palmer emptied all his ammunition, and now the only weapons he could use to fight were a few throwing knives he carried with him.
As the undead, Borogo walked in the front, and Palmer followed behind him, holding the throwing knives tightly in his hands, ready to throw them out at any time and scatter them into the strong wind.
The dusty air was filled with bursts of blood, and as the two of them went deeper, the blood became thicker.
"It's windy," said Palmer suddenly, "and there is a road to the outside world."
Palmer was keenly aware of the surge of airflow, which was undoubtedly good news for the two of them. They were finally able to escape from this desperate situation.
The two people continued to move forward, and the standing stone pillars came into view. The stone pillars were engraved with fighting ghosts and gods. They were arranged and arched on both sides of the road.
Boluogo tried to walk to the edge of the stone pillar. Below was an endless dark abyss. It seemed that the two of them were walking on an extremely huge long bridge.
"Is there still a place like this in the Great Rift?"
Palmer raised his head, and huge angel sculptures gradually appeared between the stone pillars. They held flaming swords in their hands and looked angry, as if they were suppressing the endless darkness below.
Walking in this majestic and cold atmosphere, Bologg's nerves became completely tense, and at the end of the long bridge, Bologg saw that thing.
Seeing that thing, Palmer couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, "Is there any other way we can go?"
"It looks like there is nothing left." Bologg thought, that must be what the tyrant wanted him to kill. "Get ready for battle, Palmer."
"Are you sure? Burlogo." Palmer thought Burlogo was crazy.
Boluogo said nonchalantly, "Do we have any other choice?"
"Can……"
"Don't hesitate, Palmer. In fact, that ghost has already discovered us." Boluogo continued.
The other party seemed to have heard Boluogo's words. At the end of the long bridge, scarlet flesh and blood was as big as a hill, and the sarcoma was tightly wrapped around the long bridge.
It had smelled the breath of a living person long ago, and now it no longer pretended to be anything. The scarlet tumors began to squirm, and the huge body was raised high among the staggered bodies.
Bologna and Palmer raised their heads, and then they realized their misunderstanding of each other.
This is not a meat ball, but a coiled scarlet snake. The snake's body raises the snake's head high, but the position of the snake's head is a fleshy human figure.
Boluogo recognized the man, Scarlet Bishop Latis.
He disappeared after chasing Jamon in the Colosseum, but he didn't expect that he would appear here at this moment.
Boluogo's heart suddenly rose, thinking that the devil's protection is not so easy to obtain. He actually has to face a person with power. What's worse is that the immortal heart is in his hands.
You can't escape even if you want to.
"He...is injured?" Palmer's words relieved Boluogo from his nervous mood.
Boluogo frowned and tried hard to see Latis' figure clearly. After a few seconds of delay, a clear picture appeared in front of him.
A cold chill hit Boluogo's blood, and he suddenly understood why Latis appeared here instead of fighting for the Immortal Heart.
He...is going to die.
At this moment, Latis's lower body has been fused with the huge snake body, and the only human body is covered with hideous scars. First, he lost his entire left arm, and then there was a huge wound that opened his abdomen.
It was a dark hole, and the internal organs had long since disappeared.
Then there was a wound across the throat. This wound was very shallow and failed to cut off Latis' neck, but it also opened the respiratory tract, and blood was gurgling out.
Latis was also blind in one eye. Among countless wounds, the most fatal wound came from his heart.
A pitch-black sword blade penetrated Latis's heart.
What puzzled Bologo the most was that, as the Scarlet Bishop, Latis had extremely strong regeneration abilities, not to mention that after merging with the rotten roots, he almost reached the point of immortality.
But now those injuries just hang on the body, and the granulations on the edges of the wounds are squirming. They try to tangle together to heal the wounds, but every time they get entangled, they collapse again, as if the immortal nature is broken.
"Ethers repel each other..." Aimu's voice sounded in his mind.
"What?" Boluogo had never seen such a strange sight before.
"Someone broke through the threshold of his moment soul, leaving a large amount of ether residue in the wound."
Amu sensed the ether fluctuations on Latis's body. Although the distance was a bit far away, it was not a problem for her. When transforming into metal, she had encountered fluctuations that were more imperceptible than this.
"Those remaining ethers are mutually exclusive with his own ether, thus preventing the self-healing of flesh and blood."
"That is to say, he is really going to die, right?" Bologo asked.
"Yes, but as long as he dispels the ether over a period of time, he can heal the wound..."
"In other words, he is currently in a semi-dead state thanks to the protection of the Scarlet Matron. As long as I cut off his head now, he will really be dead, right?"
"It's almost like this."
Aimu observed Latis and continued, "He has just experienced a battle and is in a very weak state. Aether is constantly overflowing from the critical gap of the moment soul..."
Burlogo felt that knowing this was enough. He turned his head sharply and said eagerly to Palmer.
"Are you interested in adding a responsible person to your resume?"
Palmer was stunned for two seconds and cursed loudly.
"Are you crazy?"
Although he was yelling and cursing like this, Palmer still put on a fighting stance. He also saw Latis's weakness. The most important thing was that Latis had noticed that the immortal heart was in the two of them, no matter what.
No matter what, he won't let them go easily.
Boluogo tied the container behind his back and wrapped him in layers of iron armor. Looking at the body of the scarlet snake, the narrow sword also expanded into a ferocious sword.
"The blood-washed stone gleams!
Crazy power fills the body and bones!”
In the void, the record player turned slowly, and the hoarse and harsh singing echoed on the dark long bridge.
Palmer couldn't figure out where the singing voice came from, and Bologg excitedly threw out the hook and nailed it into the stone pillar above. The sharp sword wind swayed and tore the violent singing voice into pieces.