In an evenly matched confrontation, immortality has a strong tactical significance. It not only allows you to risk your life without fear of risk, but also puts endless pressure on the enemy.
In this fierce and changeable battle situation, a moment of negligence can lead to the death of an individual, but at this moment the situation has changed, and the harsh punishment of death no longer applies to the undead.
There's nothing worse than an enemy that won't die.
Amid Zephyrin's arrogant cheers, the chainsaw scythe cut a scarlet trajectory. The wildly rotating saw teeth not only cut off the iron branches, but also slammed into Bolog's scales.
The dazzling fire continued, breaking through the protection of the scales, leaving a large blood stain on Boluogo's chest. While tearing the flesh apart, the poison also took advantage of it.
Zephyrin's pale cheeks were filled with joy, and soon fine cracks appeared on the delicate face and cracked.
The snake scale liquid penetrated Zephyrin's body and turned into wildly growing thorns, completely invading Zephyrin's chest almost in an instant.
The twisted and extending thorns are like countless curved sharp knives mixed together, chopping up the fragile flesh and blood, cutting blood vessels, breaking bones, and even crushing the heart and spine.
The body was broken into pieces of flat flesh, dripping with blood.
Boluogo's eyes were numb. As the chainsaw and scythe separated from his body, the wounds on his body also split open. Brutal injuries emerged from his left shoulder, and the wounds were as deep as the bones. Zephyrin's blow almost killed Boluogo.
Logo cut off his entire left arm.
The poison reverberated and roared in his nerves. Just as Palmer said, many negative states affected Boluogo. With his confusion of consciousness, he could not even control his body and knelt forward feebly.
But Boluogo still raised his head stubbornly, and a faint firelight flashed across his fingertips.
Burning scales explode.
In an instant, the red mercury roared and exploded, and the scorching fire broke out of Zephyrin's body, exploding her into a blazing fireball.
The building began to squirm violently. Under the influence of the poison, it was difficult for Boluogo to control the material accurately, but... there was no need to control it precisely, he just needed to smash it wantonly like an angry drunkard.
The square stone pillars staggered down and hit the burning figure. At first, Zephyrin could avoid it awkwardly, but after being hit hard by each other, she could not keep moving sensitively, and her lower limbs were crushed by the stone pillars. Then more stone pillars fell.
, stacked up layer by layer, suppressing Zephyrin.
Boluogo vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the blood sprinkled on the ground, making a dense bubble sound, as if his blood had become extremely acidic.
This should also be one of the effects of the poison. It was eating away at Boluogo's body, but compared to the various negative states, Boluogo realized that it was truly fatal.
Fierce Poison is trying to break through its own Moment Soul Threshold. It has not completely broken through yet, but it has also filled Bologg's Moment Soul Threshold with cracks, which has further affected Bologg himself.
No wonder Palmer was so unlucky. When Zephyrin silently paralyzed him, Palmer had already been bitten by a poisonous snake in the throat.
Bologo also discovered Zephyrin's weakness. Her poison is very deadly, but it can only be used in assassinations. In frontal combat, her poison has limited effect.
Covering his scarred left shoulder, Boluogo summoned the snake scale liquid, cast armor, covered the wound, and locked his body tightly to support it.
At a rough glance, this looks like emergency treatment that Bologna performed on himself, at least it will not cause the wound to expand.
As Zephyrin receded, the scarlet mist faded and dissipated. These mist were created by Zephyrin's imagination and were used as a medium to spread the poison.
After a brief contact, Boluogo also found that even if these mist were not inhaled, they would still have corrosive effects on the material after covering it.
Taking deep breaths repeatedly, Bologg's face turned pale. Under the armor, his left shoulder was healing at a high speed, but he still pretended to be in pain.
Cautious, efficient, cunning...
Borogo has expertly put these qualities to use in combat, like a true hunter.
The chain saw sounded again, the metal roared and cut, and the stone pillars blocking Zephyrin were all shattered. The undead Night Tribe returned again brandishing the chain saw and scythe.
Zephyrin now looks extremely embarrassed, with traces of dirty blood all over her body, and many injuries that are still being healed. Although she is a high-level Night Clan, her blood purity is far inferior to that of Night Clan lords like Sere.
Holding the chain saw and scythe, Zephyrin's steps were still a bit staggering. She was not in a hurry to attack. Zephyrin's immortality also had its limits. In addition, Bologo's stormy offensive made her realize that she needed to be cautious.
Bologo.
Even now Bologo has been severely injured by himself.
After the fierce exchange, the two stopped in unison and looked at each other warily.
Zephyrin sniffed the blood that filled the air, distinguishing the scent that made her both awe and hate.
"You have the blood alliance of Sere."
When mentioning these, Zephyrin's voice was filled with twisted hatred. She had never really met Sere, and she had no direct hatred for Sere, but she could feel the anger coming from her blood.
The anger from the person who gave blood to Zephyrin.
"What? For Sere's sake, can you let me go?"
Boluogo pretended to be weak, secretly holding on to the hidden weapons, and was always ready to launch a counterattack.
"You're not a bad guy. I wanted you to be one of us."
Zephyrin did not lie. Another purpose of attacking Morrowind Stronghold this time was to replenish the Night Clan. If Bologo hadn't disrupted the situation, Zephyrin would have wanted to convert Palmer into the Night Clan.
There is nothing more interesting than bringing down the heir of House Clerks.
"what about now?"
Boluogo took a deep breath. The wound on his left shoulder had been completely healed. He began to look forward to Zephyrin's incredible eyes.
"Now? Now I will punish the traitor's allies with the most cruel criminal law!"
The scarlet mist expanded rapidly, and Bologg thought he had created a cage that could block Zephyrin's movements. But how could this cage not be Bologg's cage? In this sealed environment, the poisonous mist would no longer exist.
There is no leak at all.
Zephyrin activated his secret energy with all his strength, and a bloody glow burst out from the alchemical matrix.
Secret energy·soul-breaking poison.
The main school is the Ethereal School, its effect can turn one's own ether into poison, causing a variety of negative effects, the most deadly of which is the critical cannibalization of the moment soul. The derived sub-school is the Illusion School, which can turn
The poison of one's own ether is transformed into mist, causing large-scale physical interference.
For assassins, this is an extremely perfect toxin. In the midst of paralysis and pain, it completely destroys the opponent's moment soul threshold, expanding the influence of the toxin like a vicious circle.
The scarlet mist was filled, and the blood-colored hue covered almost all of Bolog's field of vision. Zephyrin used this method to briefly hide his figure.
But the roaring noise of the chain saw and scythe could not be concealed.
Without any thought of evasion, the harsh sound of chain saws came from the front. Bologger held his breath to avoid inhaling the mist. Although it could still corrode the body from the surface, it was better than inhaling it and corroding the lungs.
The stone pillar fell down, blocking the attack of the chain saw scythe. The chain saw scythe rotated in mid-air. A thin rope extended from the end of the handle into the mist. The rope straightened and turned.
This was just a feint attack. The chainsaw scythe drew a strange arc and swung towards Boluogo from another angle. At the same time, there was the sound of rapid footsteps in the mist.
Bologg did not look at all this. The mist was an extension of Zephyrin's perception, and the cage controlled by Bologg was also an expansion of Bologg's perception.
Cyan fireworks instantly rose and intertwined with the scarlet mist. The snake scale liquid turned into a group of cold snakes and faced Zephyrin. They tore into thorns covered with barbs, blocking Zephyrin's progress like a horse.
route.
The chain saw and scythe that was slashing rapidly was also blocked by the rising stone wall, and the weapon was disarmed. However, Zephyrin did not stop. Instead, he accelerated closer to Boluogo and punched through the barbs blocked along the way.
Reject the horse.
This move caught Bologger unexpectedly, and he soon realized that, like his disguise, the chainsaw scythe was not Zephyrin's real alchemical weapon.
The obstacles were broken down layer by layer. Zephyrin waved his shining metal gauntlet and dropped his heavy iron fist.
Zephyrin rarely directly exposes her true alchemical weapon. Only when she feels she can end the battle will she use this thunderous attack.
Now that Boluogo was seriously injured and enveloped in poison, there was no better time to end the battle.
The iron fist dispersed the scarlet mist, and the terrifying face behind the mist released endless fear. The ferocious and crazy hallucinations flashed back in front of Zephyrin's eyes, but this did not affect her too much. In her eyes, Boluo Ge was just
It just became more ferocious.
A ferocious man about to die.
But that's it.
Suddenly, Zephyrin's sudden strides stopped, and a cold iron rope wrapped around her legs. On the way, they twisted into sharp iron spines and pierced into the flesh.
The breeze blew across his face, and it was clear that there was still a slight distance between him and Bologg, but in the blink of an eye, Bologg had appeared in front of Zephyrin's eyes.
Boluogo waved his right fist, and the aether-enhanced glow wrapped around his arm, and then unleashed a fatal punch.
Like an animation with missing frames, one second Zephyrin was still punching and attacking, and the next second her figure began to fall, her newly healed chest suddenly sunk, and she didn't know how many bones were broken.
A counterattack before death?
Such thoughts flashed through Zephyrin's mind. It stands to reason that after Bologo suffered heavy injuries and strong poison, he should not be able to resist.
She glared at Bologg and saw Bologg raising his left fist, but the horrific injury had long since disappeared.
Zephyrin's mind went blank, and he landed heavy punches alternately.
His chest was dented and his throat was hit. Zephyrin was knocked backwards, but was pulled back again by the entangled thorns. Bologo swung the thorns hard and threw Zephyrin away, breaking the stone pillars along the way, and finally hit him on the ground.
At the end of the cage.
The fire flashed, and a roaring explosion came from the end. The accumulated red mercury caused the most violent roar, and even the cage could not be closed any longer.
A stream of scorching fire exploded on the high wall of the Morrowind Fortress. A figure wrapped in iron thorns emerged from the stream of fire. Under the constraints of gravity, it slammed against the wall, leaving a slowly dripping blood trail.
In the gap created by the explosion and collapse, Boluogo slowly walked out of the fire and looked down at the earth.
