Boluogo looked at Aimu with dull eyes. Various negative states enveloped him, but the most fatal ones were the paralysis of nerves and the escape of ether.
"The alchemy bullet specially prepared for you, I call it the Forbidden Spirit Bullet. As for its effect, you should feel it, right?"
Aimu said softly while walking towards Boluogo. The gun fired accurately, hitting Boluogo's chest repeatedly and beating him into a sieve.
"The toxins contained in it can paralyze the nerves and affect the alchemical matrix. To a certain extent, it can penetrate the critical defense of Moment Soul."
Boluogo's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his heart was beating violently, and his breathing became rapid. His body slowly knelt down, and his limbs were numb and cold.
"You should know about the moment soul criticality, right? The defense mechanism derived from the alchemical matrix protects the Sublime One's dominance over itself and its own ether.
The forbidden spirit bullet can penetrate the critical moment of the soul, causing the ether to lose control and causing the ether to escape from your alchemical matrix."
Aimu used an analogy, "It's like a bucket with a leak. You can continue to draw ether from the outside world, but it will certainly not be able to match the speed of passage."
"You actually only leave this deadly weapon to me?" Boluogo hissed.
While paralyzing the nerves, it can also interfere with the alchemical matrix and penetrate the critical moment of the soul. The power of this alchemical warhead is really terrifying. If used properly, it can completely change the direction of the battle.
But even with such an alchemical warhead, Aimu actually used it on himself, and Boluogo didn't know whether he should feel honored or something else.
"There is no way, it can only affect the first stage of Sublimation, and it also has to hit the target directly. If it is replaced by an ordinary first-stage Sublime, if it is hit by a bullet from the front, it will probably die. It will not paralyze the nerves at all, so that the Ether
Disorder...only you can be alive and kicking."
Aimu pulled the trigger for the last time and sent the last forbidden spirit bullet into Boluogo's body.
Boluogo felt a sharp pain. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still said provocatively, "I'm really flattered."
Aimu said indifferently, "Just take it seriously."
Countless traps have been set up by Amu here. If you are lucky, even the believers will have a chance to kill them. If they can be used on Boluogo, there are two completely different results.
With them, coupled with Aimu's all-out efforts, Bologo was barely restrained. What Aimu didn't say was that the forbidden spirit bombs could only reduce Bologo's own ether, and there was still a time limit for this.
Once the duration is over, it won't take long for Bologo to return to his full glory.
Fortunately, Aimu was perfectly prepared, and she would not give Boluogo any chance.
When he was injured, the self-healing process of the Axis of Time also progressed simultaneously, leaving Bologg in a state of being seriously injured but not dead.
For Bologo, this state is not good. He cannot take effective actions and cannot die to reset.
Boluogo didn't hesitate at all and decisively ordered towards the Snake Scale Liquid.
The icy cold snake climbed up Bolog's neck, preparing to bite Bolog's throat in one bite and use death to reset his state.
A dark palm full of scratches and dents stretched out and strangled the snake. Aimu came like the wind and appeared in front of Boluogo.
"You've already done this trick."
Aimu looked at Boluogo condescendingly. The negative effects brought by the forbidden spirit bullet slowed down Boluogo's reaction. Before he could take the next step, he saw a black shadow sweeping past, and Boluogo's hands came from
Cracking pain.
"I know you so well! Bologger."
Two daggers penetrated Bologo's arms. Aimu was very clear about the nature of the Secret Power: Hand of Recruitment. The poison on the dagger blade further eroded Borogo's perception, making it difficult for him to accurately release the Hand of Recruitment.
Out of control, the snake scale liquid seemed to be boiling, rising and falling continuously.
"I didn't expect you to deal with me so seriously..." Boluogo felt that he had fallen into Amu's hands this time. She had planned against him from the beginning.
"Do you feel ashamed? Even experts will lose one day?" Aimu smiled, "Don't take it too seriously. In fact, it's just me who cheated."
Boluogo pretended to be confused, "Cheating?"
Aimu didn't intend to explain anything. She stretched out her hand and dragged Boluoge hard. She was afraid that Boluogo would die completely. She didn't know where she came from, so she took out the alchemy potion and drank it for Boluogo, but she was also afraid that Boluogo would die completely.
Ge healed himself too quickly, and he gave Boluo Ge a few more blows from time to time.
Her movements were clean and neat, completely different from the girl in my impression who was a little afraid of strangers. Aimu was as cold as a butcher, and he was the lamb to be slaughtered.
Is it really so?
Boluogo clenched his fists secretly. He understood what Aimu meant by cheating. She used time to go back and know her arrival.
Aimu was fully prepared for this encounter. Bologger even felt that Aimu had not considered the escape plan at all and the pursuit of the king's shield guards.
In this time review, everything Amu did was to deal with himself.
Why? Sacrificing a precious opportunity to look back in time just to kick yourself in the ass?
Boluogo was a little confused, but he felt that he would soon know why.
Aimu acted contrary to reason. She did not escape, but just dragged Boluogo and brought him to the living room of a building.
Boluogo thought that this should be Aimu's impromptu idea, because on the way here, she picked and picked before deciding on this place.
No one has lived here for many years, there is dust everywhere, and the wood and masonry look tattered due to the corrosion of the fog.
Boluogo was thrown on the sofa, panting in pain, while Aimu sat firmly aside, and the two of them fell silent in unison.
If you forget what happened before, the injuries on the two of them, and the damn environment, the atmosphere is actually quite warm.
"What? There's a truce?"
Boluogo moved his body and leaned on the sofa in a comfortable position.
He is considered a prisoner of Aimu now, and he can't make any effective resistance, but Boluogo has no sense of shame as a prisoner... To be precise, from the time when the two were scolding and beating each other, Boluogo was
I feel like the nature has changed.
This is not a fight, more like a quarrel, even now.
Aimu said coldly, "Do you think there is any point in the two of us continuing to fight?"
"Meaning? I don't think the meaning is important... In fact, I quite enjoy the process."
Boluogo's answer is still consistent with his character. Once he enters work mode, he is a complete violent maniac, like a child on the beach, who enjoys destroying sand castles.
Aimu sneered a few times, and then Boluogo continued, "Why don't you run away? Aimu, are you ready to face all this?"
Boluogo had several daggers inserted into his body, his chest was bloody and his body was still bleeding, but he felt that he was in good condition, so an ugly smile appeared on his face.
Aimu did not answer Boluogo's question, but asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at the situation we are in now, I feel like an expert negotiator trying to find a way to bring you back from the brink of destruction."
Bologg's eyes lit up as he spoke, thanking him for spending time with Palmer. Bologg was not as cold as before, and he had a sense of humor.
"Not long ago, our conversations were conducted in the form of fighting each other, but now we can communicate face to face calmly without getting physical."
Boluogo looked at his body again, "Of course, if you are willing to help me remove these daggers, I think this will be more beneficial to the conversation between us."
Aimu took a deep look at Boluogo. Although her hands were covered with Boluogo's blood, she still showed a look of helplessness and reproach that would only be seen among friends.
"Bologo, do you think Palmer is a normal person?"
"Probably...it doesn't count." Boluogo thought about it carefully and shook his head.
"Then don't imitate Palmer's way of talking. It will only make things worse...and you are not as interesting as Palmer."
"Why is it not as interesting as him?" Boluogo suddenly felt a strange desire to win.
"When Palmer jokes, his tone will be exaggerated and his expressions will be very artificial, like a comedian. As for you? With your cold posture, saying such words will only make people feel that you are provoking.
"
Boluogo nodded and began to think deeply. He was actually thinking about how to speak more interestingly.
Then Boluogo said, "Provocation? I think provocation is right at this time."
The conversation between the two was smooth, just like a quarrel between friends, but a few minutes ago the two were fighting to the death. Even now, Boluogo's miserable look was terrifying.
Everything is strange right now, the dead and abandoned building, the permeating poisonous mist, the scarred rebellious alchemy doll, and an undead man with daggers stuck in his body and covered in blood, but he can still tell jokes calmly.
All the elements came together to the point where Bologna couldn't help but mutter, "I feel like we're making a movie."
"It's really like filming a movie."
Aimu gently stroked the Utopia Seed on his chest. The time recall caused by the Utopia Seed was like a movie that was constantly being reshot. Unfortunately, it never got the scene that Aimu wanted.
"If you were the director, how would you make this movie?" Aimu asked Bologo.
"Huh? My words..."
The two naturally blended into this absurd conversation and chatted.
"First a lot of blood and violence, then a little bit of love, hate, and timely additions of some cold jokes and my favorite rock music."
Boluogo murmured, and then he seemed to think of something and added.
"Oh, by the way, there is also the theme of sublimating the movie!"
