Part of the metal on the rugged armor has a silvery white color, and part of it is burnt black, with some blue-like embellishments. On the edge of the metal, the metal is burning red and hot, exuding bursts of heat.
Derby stared at the monster that was killed from the fireworks and waved the dagger in his hand. The dagger contained the specialized soul-breaking poison. It collided with the red-hot iron armor and shattered easily.
Metal, and left a deep scratch on Boluogo's bloody arm.
Breaking free from the restraints, the robe rolled up Derby's body and merged into the night. Boluogo swung an ever-extending sword and split the darkness in front of him. From the blurry shadow, a touch of hot blood was sprayed on the ruins.
superior.
Derby's figure appeared out of thin air. He fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, his lowered eyes full of resentment and viciousness. Bologna's sword slashed his leg.
It was not difficult for Boluogo to predict Derby's actions, but after striking out the sword, Boluogo did not continue to pursue, but stood there, panting.
No matter how fierce Boluogo's offensive is, no matter how dominant the battle situation is, it still cannot change the gap in rank.
Derby's previous offensive caused Bologg to be seriously injured. He relied entirely on Amu's ether replenishment and the continuous self-healing of the axis of time to support himself until now.
The armor was unbearably hot, and Bologg's body surface was completely burned, not to mention that Derby's dagger also hit him.
The soul-shattering poison invaded the body along the wounds, and the amplified pain bit at Boluogo's nerves. Others might have fainted from the pain, but Boluogo felt that it was just right. He was very good at enduring pain.
Boluogo felt that this was one of his talents. As long as he wanted to, he could ignore the pain, just like a sophisticated machine, blocking out useless information.
The attack of the wind-eroded birds weakened, and they returned to their instincts again, attacking in all directions.
To control such a large number of dominators requires a high degree of mental concentration. Boluogo's offensive made it difficult for Derby to continue to be immersed in command. He could only issue vague instructions to these alchemical creatures, allowing them to continue to suppress them.
enemy.
The roar of the wind gun continued, and the high-pressure air flow pushed the deadly sword blade, like an armor-piercing bullet, tearing blood lines in the night sky, and then the wind-eroded bird exploded, and the fire spread in the dark night.
More wind blunderbuss hit the advancing Zephyrin, interfering with her movements, but Zephyrin relied on her vigorous pace to still reach Bologo's side.
The Soul Breaker shone with the radiance of ether. Few people knew that Zephyrin was actually not good at using the chainsaw scythe. Boxing was her most familiar combat method.
The heavy punch fell, and the poisonous scorpion tail popped out. The soul-breaking poison quickly filled and spread. The poisonous mist contacted the armor, making a crackling sound, corroding the metal and the ether under the metal.
Joy flashed through Zephyrin's heart. She had done it. Just like before, this punch would penetrate all defenses and send poison into Bologo's body. Even Bologo was an immortal, but at this time when he was resurrected,
There was enough time for Zephyrin to do too many things.
Boluogo turned his head, and a corner of his ferocious faceplate was broken, revealing his bloody face and his cold and ruthless blue eyes.
Under the burning blood, the air became unbearably hot, but in this high temperature environment, Zephyrin felt a chill in winter.
Borogo said nothing, but Zephyrin read the words in his eyes.
"Waiting for you."
The ether amplification filled Bologo's body. In an instant, the red-hot armor shattered into a group of snakes dancing wildly. The shackles of the armor were removed, and Bologo moved as fast as lightning.
This was a trap. Bologger was not prepared to pursue him. He was waiting for Zephyrin.
Under Borogo's stranglehold, the high temperature burned Derby's throat, and many blood bubbles appeared in the respiratory tract. They were congested and swollen, blocking Derby's throat.
Derby fell into suffocation and awkwardly put his hand into his throat, bursting the blood bubbles and vomiting out a large amount of blood.
The blood was mixed with a glowing liquid, which was part of Derby's etheric blood. As it left the body, the etheric blood began to overflow and disappear.
Derby struggled to breathe air, raised his head and saw the attack between Zephyrin and Bologo.
This was a trap, and it was too late for Derby to stop it.
Bologo and Zephyrin are both believers. With Aimu's blessing, Bologo's speed is much faster than Zephyrin's.
Avoiding the smashing Soul Breaker, Borogo hit Zephyrin in the abdomen with a more powerful punch. The punch completely dented it, almost squeezing out the internal organs.
Scattered red-hot snakes climbed onto Zephyrin's body. Her soul-breaking poison was very deadly, but the time it took for it to erode the target and completely kill her was not short.
The group of snakes tied up Zephyrin's joints first, making it difficult for her to move, and then wrapped around her body in circles. While restraining, the swimming group of snakes solidified into a hard entity. Zephyrin didn't even have time to make a sound.
Covered by layers of metal.
Like a poured metal sculpture, Zephyrin's fist-pumping movements are forever frozen in this scene.
Borogo raised the extended sword and cut off Zephyrin's hands in one fell swoop. The deadly Soul Breaker fell off and fell to the ground. Then the sword slashed without any scruples, splitting the sculpture into several pieces.
, and then spliced together again to form a gloomy and depressing iron coffin, standing on the earth.
Sealing the coffin.
The scales burned, and a raging fire appeared on the iron coffin. Bologg turned his back to the fire, and a twisted shadow was projected down, covering Derby.
As he rose through the ranks, Bologo discovered many things that he had not noticed before. Rank does not determine everything, just like the Derby before him.
Although Derby was the one who had no power, he still turned into such a mess under his own violent attacks.
This does not mean that Derby is weak, but that Derby is not suitable for such a battlefield. Derby should be the commander who is hidden behind layers of defenses and guarded by many condensers, commanding the boundless army of alchemical creatures, and
Not here, fighting to the death with myself.
Boluogo asked, "Your offensive looks fierce, but in fact you are almost at the end of the road, right?"
The power of these remaining Night Clan is not strong, otherwise Derby would not be sent deep into the enemy camp. There are very few high-level Sublimation Practitioners who can still move among the remaining Night Clan, which has contributed to this situation.
Derby didn't answer. He held on to the wall and stood up with difficulty. The sword that Bologo hit him with had silver on the blade, and the wound was extremely deep. In this kind of injury, even if the body has become etheric, it will heal itself.
It is also more difficult to get up.
Fortunately, Zephyrin bought enough time for Derby. He simply moved his body, and except for the unbearable severe pain, everything was fine.
only……
Derby looked at the magnificent burning ruins. It was so beautiful. There were only a few elite bloodthirsty ones left. It was obvious that they could not fight against Boluogo.
The bloodthirsters and wind-eroded birds scattered on the battlefield also suffered numerous casualties due to the counterattack of the Clerks family. After a brief panic, the Clerks family had assembled its forces and launched a counterattack.
The flames of war have been pushed out from Morrowind Stronghold and are fighting on the rough coast.
The strange thing is that the battle here did not attract anyone's attention. From the beginning to the end, only Boluogo and Derby were attacking each other, and the flocks of wind-eroded birds summoned by Derby were constantly circling overhead.
The uneasiness in Derby's heart became more and more intense. Not only was the threat from Boluogo, he felt that this operation was wrong from the beginning.
He took out a small container from his pocket. Under the transparent glass, clear and bright red blood was flowing, condensing like ruby.
This is the regent's blood.
Since the Dawn War and the Night King disappeared from the stage of history, apart from the direct bloodline of the Night King, it is the purest blood of the Night clan.
Hope for the revival of the Night Tribe.
Bologg walked down from the ruins. Like Derby, Bologg also noticed the anomaly of this incident. He felt that everything in front of him was a carefully woven trap, but what he didn't understand was that this trap
Is it aimed at himself or the Night Clan?
"No matter what... no matter what..."
Debi murmured softly, making up his mind.
The intersection of the wind cellar has been buried in ruins, and maybe even the door to the winding path has collapsed. Derby's action failed, but he is still unwilling to accept it.
Holding the blood of the Prince Regent tightly in his hand, just when Derby was about to make a move, an old voice sounded.
"Give it...to me..."
That voice was so old and weak, like a dead person digging a grave, relying on the last breath of life in his throat to speak his last whisper.
The moment the sound rang out, a huge silence descended on the battlefield. Derby's pupils shrank into dots and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. Bologg also stopped moving, and his breathing became extremely heavy, even close to holding his breath.
The breeze rose, blowing away the dust and fireworks. Pressure far beyond imagination rose under the ruins, and then like a god, it pushed away all obstacles.
Breaking the rules, this is the biggest surprise in this battle.
"No...it can't be."
Palmer couldn't believe what was happening in his eyes. The hunched and shrunken figure staggered towards Derby, holding a golden scepter.
His steps were unhurried and leisurely, but every time the scepter struck the ground, it would cause a shock in his mind.
The old man was wearing a bright red robe and a golden mask. He only had Derby in his eyes, or in other words, the blood of the Regent in Derby's hands.
With his arrival, this melee will finally come to an end.
Witnessing this scene, Boluogo felt a little sad. He didn't want to rebuke anything, but just sighed softly.
"Few people can resist the temptation of immortality."