With the activation of the secret power, Jesse was as fast as a phantom. The resentful bite failed to hit him, but instead nailed into the ground, breaking large pieces of masonry.
At the same time, Jesse's body began to twist, as if being pushed and dragged by invisible hands. The pain and roars gradually intensified, his breathing became faster and faster, and his entire head suddenly deformed, his eyes enlarged, and his mouth turned outward.
It protruded out and turned into a ferocious wolf's mouth, and the bones made violent rattling sounds, as if they were supporting a huge skeleton.
At this moment, Jesse had transformed into a giant half-man, half-beast creature, with bloodthirsty fangs exposed from its mouth. Several claws were placed on the ground, making a loud noise and shaking continuously.
His body was half squatting on the ground, his feet were bent, his bloodthirsty eyes were fixed on Boluogo, and he slowly stretched out his claws. The next second the ground he was on shattered, and Jesse's figure was flying at high speed.
disappeared in.
Severe pain came from Boluogo's shoulder, the werewolf's teeth pierced the muscles and bones, blood spurted out, and the werewolf also let out a blood-curdling growl.
The sharp claws reached towards Boluogo, and they could tear Boluogo into pieces with just a touch.
The heartbeat sounded like a war drum, like an overheated engine.
The Saw Axe wiped away Boluogo's pain, and the snake scale liquid turned into chains and wrapped around the werewolf. His speed was so fast that he was almost a ghost. Boluogo had to catch him.
When countless chains swung up and were about to trap the werewolf, the extremely cold breath passed by Boluogo's side.
Secret Energy·Cold Breath.
The only woman in the team and a believer, she decisively released the secret power when Bologo tried to trap the werewolf.
The woman opened her mouth, and her breath turned into a strong cold current. As the hissing sound of the cold wind became louder and louder, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.
Under the penetration of the extreme cold, Boluogo's hot body began to cool down, became stiff, and his blood flow slowed down, as if he was frozen.
A tiny trace of frost crawled from the outer layer of the chain, leaving irregular and slender traces on the chain, like many snow-white earthworms squirming on it. In just a few seconds, these traces increased rapidly, and continued.
It became densely packed lines.
The werewolf swiped his claws, and the air emitted a shrill scream, instantly shattering the frozen chains. Bologg was also slowed down by the freezing delay, and was slapped firmly on the chest by the sharp claws.
Boluogo took a few steps back. It was also at this moment that the woman's breath ended. Her secret energy must have been limited by her lung capacity and could not be released for a long time.
But when the secret energy stopped, the werewolf jumped up into the air, and used the sharp claws of its hind legs to swipe at Boluogo, biting and colliding with him, causing bursts of sparks to fly.
The werewolf rushed towards him quickly, trying to bite Boluogo's throat. The cold light on his teeth made people tremble with fear.
Earthen walls rose from the ground and collapsed.
Behind the diffuse smoke, Boluogo avoided the bite and raised his hand ax and swung it hard.
The deadly cold breath struck again, and they were released from the woman's mouth, forming a cone-shaped storm in front of her.
The frost condensed into crystal clear ice crystals, which covered Boluogo's body and sword and ax. As the frost spread rapidly, the surface of the metal gradually began to become rough, and the originally smooth surface was covered with the concave and convex feeling of the ice crystals.
Thick enough to completely cover the sharp edge.
Boluogo felt that his muscles began to tighten, as if being pulled by countless small lines, his flesh and blood entered irreversible changes, and more and more water began to freeze in his body tissues.
Within the cold fog, there seemed to be heavy snow that buried Boluogo. The cold breath made it difficult for Boluogo to breathe. His body shrank uncontrollably, trying to resist the invasion of frost. However, these were all in vain. Boluogo
Ge could feel that his facial muscles had begun to stiffen, like a hard stone.
Judging from the power of a believer, this chill was too terrifying. The corner of his eyes fell on the woman. Boluogo saw the injection scattered on the floor. The woman's face was pale, and the blue blood vessels on her neck were like...
It stands out like dense vines.
In order to quickly suppress Boluogo, the woman used alchemical potions to strengthen her own secret power in a short period of time. This required a cruel price, but she was fighting a desperate war, and there was nothing to hesitate about.
The breath ended, the woman coughed in pain, and even vomited blood. At this time, the werewolf attacked again. Once hit by the sharp claw, Boluogo's frozen body would crack like bricks.
Boluogo remained motionless, and the earth trembled. Countless stone halberds rose from the ground, mixed with spears made of snake scale liquid. With the characteristics of continuous proliferation, the cold destroyed more snake scale liquid, Boluogo
It can also cause them to expand back quickly.
Seeing this, the woman endured the burden and pain in her body and roared at Boluogo again. An icy chill brewed in her throat, but this time dots of red appeared on the cold metal.
Burning scales explode!
The red mercury ignited instantly, and flames sprouted around Boluogo. The high temperature reduced the chill, and countless silver hands waved towards the werewolf, each holding a sword, spear, sword and halberd.
Boluogo apologized for his previous thoughts. The Snake Scale Liquid is still fully functional even now.
"Do it!"
Mo Hu's voice sounded from the werewolf's mouth. In the cooperation of the three of them, he and the woman were often the only ones to suppress the enemy, while the mysterious third person would take away the enemy's life at the right moment.
Now that all of Bolog's energy was spent on dealing with himself, the werewolf felt that he had exhausted all of Bolog's methods and was frozen by the cold, unable to move. It was time to take action.
The silver hands set off a storm of sharp blades. The werewolf broke most of the steel with his claws, but was also scratched by countless sharp blades. Time passed by, but the expected attack never came.
The werewolf jumped back and looked in the direction of the third person. The third person stood there blankly with empty eyes. A thin line of blood stretched on his neck, and then his head fell to the ground.
Palmer's figure appeared behind the headless corpse. It was also at this moment that the werewolf and the woman discovered in horror that Boluogo's suppressive power had restrained all their attention. In this brief confrontation, they were completely
Palmer's presence was ignored.
Relying on the control of the airflow, Palmer made no sound, just like a ghost.
Palmer smiled at the woman.
Gunfire rang out.
The alchemical bullet penetrated the headless corpse, and then penetrated the woman's throat. The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of the corpse, and the woman was completely unaware that she had been targeted.
She covered her throat. The alchemy bullet did not break her cervical vertebrae, which saved her life. However, blood gurgled out from the hideous wound on her neck. In a few dozen seconds, she would have died.
She went into shock due to heavy bleeding, and the injury to her throat also made it difficult for her to continue releasing her secret energy.
Boluogo moved his steps with difficulty, his frozen body not being able to recover easily. The werewolf also noticed this, and a choice arose in his mind.
Keep fighting or retreat.
He didn't think too much. The werewolf jumped to the woman decisively, picked her up, and tried to take her away. With his terrifying speed, neither Boluogo nor Palmer could stop him.
"I advise you to stay away from her." Boluogo said, his voice a little hoarse.
The werewolf completely ignored what Borago meant. At this time, Borago raised his hand with interest, and his fingertips focused on the blood in the woman's body.
In fact, he could have done this a long time ago, but if he didn't do it now, Boluogo would not be able to catch the werewolf.
Secret Energy·Government Edict.
The werewolf suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and then, in his horrified eyes, the woman's body shattered to pieces in his arms.
As Boluogo moved his fingers, a ball of bright red blood exploded in the air and turned into a sharp blood blade.
The werewolf was stunned.
Bright red blood thorns spread out from the woman's corpse like mist, wrapped around the werewolf's body, tightly restricting his movements. The sharp thorns cut through the werewolf's thick fur, and blood suddenly gushes out.
The werewolf looked blankly at Boluogo, who was walking slowly. He roared crazily and struggled hard, hoping to escape from the shackles of the thorns, but every time he struggled, there would be a new wound on his body. Those deep wounds
The deep scratches are reminiscent of the claws of a ferocious beast.
The details of the cuts were extremely vivid. With the struggle, the thorns left deep wounds one after another. The red blood from the wounds slowly flowed out and stained the surrounding hair.
The werewolf's eyes were full of pain and despair, and the wounds continued to spread and deepen, doubling the pain.
As Bologger slowly clenched his fist, the thorns' restraint became stronger and stronger, and the blood in the werewolf's body drained faster and faster, until finally the thorns penetrated under his skin and spread to his heart.
"First question, where is Morrison?"
Boluogo lowered his head. He was very good at interrogating this kind of thing. His terrifying face erupted, and the terrifying fear exploded in the werewolf's mind.
"Second question, where is the plague of decline?"
The King's Secret Sword is only here to kill the Shadow King. They don't care about the life or death of Oath City Opos. Bologo will continue Church's previous actions and destroy all the plague of decay.
"asshole!"
The werewolf roared, he wanted to tear Boluogo alive, but now he couldn't move.
"I'll repeat it again."
Boluogo stuck the Bite into the ground, and the snake scale liquid formed a claw hammer in his hand.
Palmer turned his head silently, knowing what would happen next.
…
In the narrow corridor, Boluogo wiped the blood on his hands, and walked quickly along with Palmer in the corridor.
Since he was promoted to the Power Bearer, this was the first time that Bologe fought against an enemy of the same rank, and this also gave Bologe a clear understanding of his own power.
Jesse's transformation into a body is very troublesome. After transforming into a werewolf, his speed is so fast that it is difficult to catch with the naked eye. With his extremely strong vitality and strength, coupled with his soul-shaking roar, few people can survive in his hands, let alone
He also had teammates to cooperate with.
It's a pity that he met Bologo.
Professional people do professional things. With a simple plan, Boluogo captured Jesse, and everything after that was very simple.
It's a pity that Boluogo couldn't pry anything out of Jesse's mouth. Maybe he gave him too much mental shock. After interrogating for a period of time, Jesse released the secret power and lost the werewolf's power.
He was transformed and allowed the blood to flow cleanly bit by bit. Under such serious injuries, even the ether transformation could not save his life.
Faced with the tragic death of his companion and the desperate situation, Jesse chose to die and turned into a cold corpse in a pool of blood.
Boluogo guessed that he was still cursing himself until the moment before his death.
The ground shook, and layers of ether reactions rose up one after another in the distance. The war gradually spread to Wuyuan Fortress, even burning the Wandering Fork Road red, and swallowed up most of the great rift.
This is a battle of purification. Under the strict blockade of the Order Bureau, the citizens will only see strange lights rolling in the sea of fog. For them, the magnificent lights have long been accustomed to it, except for the strangers who have just arrived here.
Outside the ground, no one paid attention to the scene in the fog sea, and no one would have thought that there was only such a thin distance between them and the extraordinary war.
Blood dripped down Bolog's fingertips, and Bolog asked as he walked.
"Do you think I'm a pervert? Palmer."
"Sometimes," Palmer affirmed. "Fortunately, you are an employee of the Bureau of Order. If you were placed outside, you might become a murderer."
"You think my violence is a fetish?"
"Is not it?"
Boluogo was silent for a moment. He couldn't deny that it was indeed his liking to inflict cruelty on his enemies.
Bologo has a savior spirit, but unlike the noble savior under universal values, Bologo is more inclined to punish.
He couldn't help but defended, "I just take my work very seriously."
"Then you're a little too serious."
Palmer didn't sympathize with those enemies. That was a thought only a child would have. He just felt a little sick and doubted Burlogo's mental state.
With the help of Boluogo, Palmer usually watched some heavy-duty low-budget movies without any disturbance in his heart. Compared with these artistically processed films, Palmer had seen real swordsmanship at work.
"Hmm... Actually, you might not believe it, Palmer."
"What can't you believe?"
Palmer and Burlogo were asking and answering questions. This was their usual style of action. It seemed that in any bad situation, they would chat for a few words to pass the time and relieve stress.
It can be said that the more nonsense between them, the greater the pressure on them. Normally, Boluogo would just complete the operation efficiently and then pack up and go home.
"I'm actually a pacifist."
Burlogo stopped, turned his head, and said to Palmer seriously.
Palmer deadpanned, "This joke is really cold."
"No, no, I'm serious, Palmer. I've been reading a lot of books recently, and I found that I'm very similar to the pacifist described in the book." Bologo continued to walk forward.
"If you're a pacifist, what's a devil? An angel?" Palmer shook his head, "That's so ironic."
"No... I just think that there are many ways to achieve peace, and violence is undoubtedly one of the answers."
Burlogo then repeated his answer, "Violence breeds peace."
Palmer didn't know what to say, and Burlogo continued with his fallacies.
"As long as other violence is completely destroyed and becomes the only and most powerful violence, then absolute violence will also represent absolute peace, right?"
Boluogo became a little excited and murmured to himself, "Anyone who dares to break the order will be severely punished with violence."
Palmer commented, "Sounds like a terrible dictator."
"I think so," Bologg responded with a smile, "I also know that this kind of thing is still too idealistic."
"Nothing is absolute, like good and evil," Palmer quickly added, "The devil is certainly evil."
"Devils?" Boluogo thought for a while, "I think they are more like a chaotic chaos."
The dark umbilical cord in his abdomen gradually solidified. Boluogo knew that he was getting closer to the Shadow King, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Palmer asked, "Do you think you will become a terrible dictator?"
"I don't know," Bologg shook his head, "I don't even know what kind of person I am."
Burlogo stopped and raised his hand to stop Palmer. The time for chatting was over. The roar of the engine came from far away. The two looked at each other. The next second, the masonry beneath their feet collapsed and shattered.
After the billowing smoke, Bologna and Palmer fell into a courtyard. The space here was large, but there were collapsed rubbles everywhere, and there were several huge cracks across the building. It looked like the building was on Bologna.
The result of one powerful blow.
Just like knocking down dominoes, Bologg only needs to destroy key parts of the building, and then it will be crushed by its own gravity.
The noise in my ears became clearer.
Bologo clenched his sword and ax vigilantly, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, a nightmare-like monster appeared in front of his eyes.
It was a grotesque thing made up of different mechanical parts and creepy limbs. Its surface was wrapped with a network of cables that seemed twisted but full of industrial feel. The surface of the cables was covered with ferocious...
The gears and bayonets looked like a circuit diagram filled with blood and meat juice.
Boluogo guessed that these cables were the monster's nerve center and transmitted energy through huge machinery. There were also a large number of mechanical pendants and parts growing in the monster's bones and muscles. These parts seemed to be made of rare metals.
Shining with a strange light, the entire monster turned into a huge natural fusion of flesh and blood and machinery when moving.
What really made Boluogo feel uneasy and excited was that he could feel a slight sting in the air, like corrosive gas filling the area.
Behind the flesh-and-blood monster, countless people in protective suits were busy walking around. They seemed to be debugging something. Further outside, there were fully armed shield guards, among whom Boluogo saw that hateful face.
.
"Morrison!"
Palmer's roar sounded first. Palmer, who had just been casually chatting with him, instantly became furious. He pulled the trigger and shot Morrison.
The alchemical warhead traced a fatal trajectory, but with Morrison's timely dodge, it only left one dent after another on the metal plate.
Just when Morrison was surprised that the enemy had invaded so deeply, Bologg was also very surprised.
Boluogo failed to find the Shadow King, but he guessed that he should have found what the King's shield guards had been planning.
The huge flesh and blood creation exudes a deep and thick sense of foreboding.