Greystone Town is said to be a small town, but due to its complex terrain structure and stacked buildings, it would be extremely difficult to find someone in this small town. But speaking of its size,
It's actually not that big. As long as there is a clear direction, Bologo, as the person in charge, can completely traverse this place in a few minutes.
"I just said that at night, these poisonous insects will crawl out."
Boluogo stared at the church covered with bloodstains and severed limbs. As early as the first dull gunshot rang through the night, he sensed the conflict here and rushed towards it at high speed.
The situation was just as he expected, he became an uninvited guest and broke into the disputes between these people.
Smelling the blood that filled the air, they were like stimulants, completely awakening Boluogo's spirit and body.
"Young, Father, we meet again."
Boluogo looked at the end of the stained blood and corpses, where the figure was almost completely swallowed up by the thorns.
York's face has turned into a bloody mess, with bloody thorns piercing out of his eye sockets, squeezing, and crushing most of his face. If it weren't for the cross on York's chest still emitting a golden shimmer, he would have died.
Even Boluogo found it difficult to identify the monster.
Taking a deep breath, Boluoge took a few more steps forward. As he moved forward, the secret power and command order was further released, and the invisible power that enveloped everyone became heavier.
The two fanatics closest to Bologo opened their mouths forcefully, and a series of gurgling sounds came from their throats. Then large amounts of blood spilled out, and at the same time, their chests visibly sunk.
The chest and both lungs were directly crushed into a ball of dirty blood. Both feet were lifted off the ground. Under the heavy pressure, the spine was folded. The frightening sound of bone breaking continued until the whole body was crushed into a mass.
A misshapen ball of flesh.
In the whimpering screams, tremendous power surged from all directions, even completely collapsing him into a scarlet blood cell mixed with flesh and blood tissue.
The two blood cells floated silently. The next second, the blood cells burst. Amidst the gurgling sound of water, blood soaked the ground and flowed through every corner.
After doing all this, Boluogo still looked expressionless, as if the atrocity just now was just something he was accustomed to... For him these days, this was indeed something he was accustomed to.
In the continuous battles with the Night Tribe, these undead made Bologo very irritated. As long as one blow did not completely kill them, they would always stand up again, so Bologo invented this extremely cruel move, using
The terrifying power of control completely crushed their bodies, leaving no chance for resurrection.
This trick is very useful for the Night Clan, and it should be the same for the Orang Fu Sect.
"The Orang Fu Sect, the Night Clan, what else?"
Bologg looked around, and then his eyes fell on York again. Seeing York's twisted and distorted appearance, Bologg suddenly understood why he was hostile to York when they first met.
Staring at those wildly growing thorns, a familiar rage spread in Bologe's chest. Just as it was destined, Bologe didn't expect that he would meet it so soon.
"Original Sin Arms?"
Bologg walked straight towards York. Under the constraints of the power of control, everything in the church seemed to be frozen in time, allowing Bologg to manipulate it.
In the broken face, the scarlet eyeballs moved slowly. York just watched Boluogo walking towards him, fear and uneasiness dominated his mind.
York was no stranger to facing this extreme sense of uneasiness, he had experienced it with another person before.
The man named the Prince Regent.
Boluogo's figure gradually overlapped with his, turning into a mass of evil incarnation...
An existence that must be killed!
Thinking like this, York's expression became angry again, and he tried to move his body and go to kill Boluogo, but what he did was in vain, and he couldn't even make the thorns sway half.
Boluogo didn't notice the change in York's expression, and even if he did, he didn't care.
Tino also looked sideways at Bologo. If York's transformation into a monster frightened them, then Bologo's arrival was a sign of complete despair.
Tino had seen the power of those in power before, but he had never encountered such a fatal power. It was as if everything in his mind had been controlled, unable to move, and only despair was left in his heart.
But as Bologg got closer and his face gradually became clearer from the darkness, this feeling of despair turned into deathly numbness.
"Bologo..."
A hoarse voice came out of Tino's mouth with difficulty, and Boluogo turned his head, "Do you know me?"
Tino didn't respond, just smiled hoarsely. Of course he knew Boluogo, and many people knew Boluogo.
As Boluogo became the leader of the action team, he thoroughly implemented his vigorous and resolute style, solving enemies one after another with efficient and cruel means. Coupled with Boluogo's previous resume, even if he didn't want to let people
It's hard to pay attention.
Among many forces such as the Orangutan Sect and the King's Secret Sword, Bologo has already replaced Lebius and has become a new target of attention. Because he knows what kind of guy Bolog is, after seeing Bolog
From the first sight of Ge, Tino's mind was completely dead.
Tino had heard the legends about Bologo, and once he fell into his hands, a clean and tidy death would be a gift.
Regarding this, Tino also felt it now. The blood covering the ground just covered his shoes at the moment. Tino could still feel the warmth of the blood vaguely.
"I only need one alive." Bologo said to Tino.
Tino was stunned for a moment, he knew what would happen next, but when he thought of death, greater fear dominated his mind, and even made him say involuntarily.
"I……"
Thinking of the horrific sight of others being squeezed into blood balls, Tino shouted uncontrollably.
"me!"
Boluogo nodded lightly. Before the others could realize what was going on, they collapsed into twisted sarcoma blood cells one after another. Even without making a scream, they exploded into large swaths of blood.
The rain evenly coated the walls.
Blood dripped on Tino's body, and the remaining warmth was like fire, burning his body surface and stinging his nerves.
According to the configuration of Tino's team, their strength was enough to clean up the entire town, but in a single encounter, they were killed by Bologo. This was not even a battle, just a one-sided massacre.
After dealing with these people, Boluogo looked at York again, stretched out his hand to touch the blood-stained thorns, and asked in a low voice.
"Do you know what this is? Father."
York opened his mouth, and his throat was filled with thorns, which were crawling like maggots. Seeing this, Boluogo simply opened the suitcase and took out the saw-axe that was already restless.
As the hand ax broke away from the restriction of the blocking metal, the two Origin Sin weapons smelled each other's scent, and like hungry beasts aware of the presence of prey, they started shouting angrily.
In an instant, Bologg's mind was filled with all kinds of blasphemies. A voice tempted Bologg and told him to swing his ax and chop off York's head. The same voice also echoed in York's mind, but it was just that
Given the power gap, he could do nothing but remain angry.
"Will complete liberation of body and mind to the source of sin weapons produce such a change?"
Boluogo completely ignored those crazy voices and looked at the changes in the saw ax and the thorn binding pain chain like a scientific investigation.
The original chains turned into dense thorns, almost integrated with York, turning him into a monster wielding spikes wantonly, and the saw ax in Bolog's hand was also trying to overlap with Bolog.
Boluogo guessed that if he were completely dominated by the Sawaxe, he would look like York in front of him.
"It's like...like a vehicle for the devil."
Boluogo thought of Vika, the bald bartender. In addition to his daily work, his biggest function was to be the carrier of Mammon.
The same is true for the Source of Sin Arms at the moment. When the holder is completely engulfed by the Source of Sin Arms, the holder becomes an unconscious carrier, and what truly controls the body is the furious and broken will.
Continuing to think along this line of thinking, what happens when many holders decide the only champion?
When the Champion of Blood collects all the weapons of Origin Sin, does it also mean that the Champion collects all the fragments of Wrath and then pieces together the real... Sin of Wrath·Child of Eternal Wrath?
For a moment, Boluogo began to doubt what Sai Zong said to him. He asked himself to gather all the weapons of origin sin. Should he awaken the Child of Eternal Wrath? But if Sai Zong really wanted to awaken the Child of Eternal Wrath, in these hundred years,
During the time, he could complete it by himself instead of telling himself.
However... the continuous killings of the Origin Sin Armed Forces may really wake up the Child of Eternal Wrath. This is something Bologe is deeply aware of. As he holds the Saw Axe for a longer period of time, Bologe also becomes aware of this.
You can often hear those evil whispers.
If the Origin Sin Arms are scattered, they can be easily held by others. When gathered together, it is possible to piece together a complete Child of Eternal Wrath. This sounds extremely contradictory, but when you consider that this is the essence of the devil, everything becomes reasonable.
The devil himself is the embodiment of desire, an obsession to move forward. The very idea that the children of eternal wrath long for peace contradicts the nature of rage.
It's like the contradiction between blessing and curse.
"Sounds like a misshapen spiral."
Boluogo murmured to himself, and then grabbed the thorns that pierced York's body. With the invasion of ether, the secret power and commanding order completely dominated York's body.
Drag hard.
Accompanied by the hissing sound of flesh and blood being cut, Boluogo forcefully pulled out a bunch of bloody thorns, which burst out of his body and almost tore apart most of York's body.
York's body seemed to have been drained, and he fell heavily into a pool of blood. However, thanks to his immortality, he was not yet immortal. As he was dying, the blood that filled the ground poured back into York.
As long as there is enough blood, the Night Tribe will not die. This is also the experience Boluogo has learned in the past days. He often puts the Night Tribe out to dry in the sun, and then drags it back to feed the blood when it is half burned.
This interrogation method is very effective. Basically, after two or three rounds, the other party will say both what should be said and what should not be said.
After being separated from York's body, the thorn mass squirmed violently, but soon it returned to peace and turned into a stiff, empty shell covered with red rust.
The empty shell was crushed with one foot, and among the fragments, a chain covered with barbs was quietly soaked in the blood.
Under Boluogo's suppression, the Thorn Binding Pain Chain changed into its original appearance. Boluogo then put away the Saw-Saw Axe. He was fed up with the endless whispers in his mind.
It seemed that York still needed some time to recover, so Boluogo sat down on the half-broken bench beside him and asked Tino directly.
"Why did the Orangutan Sect appear here?"
Boluogo continued, "Is it for the monster in the abandoned land?"
Tino hesitated for a moment, and during the time he hesitated, his entire arm twisted and folded strangely, his bones shattered section by section, and tendons and flesh were twisted together.
Tino's face was covered in sweat from the pain. He wanted to scream loudly, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound.
Borlog asked, "Let me ask you, is this difficult?"
Tino endured the pain and nodded with difficulty. The next second he found that he could speak again, his teeth chattering.
"Yes... yes, we want to liberate it."
"What are you going to do?" Bologo then asked, "I mean, how are you going to liberate it? It's an abandoned place, and it's not easy to capture it."
Since the Plague of Decay incident, the Abandoned Land has no cover anymore. To ensure the safety of this place, the fourth group, Desperate Outpost, has been fully mobilized.
In the past days, because of the leisure time at work, the fourth group was once considered a good place to retire. However, as the order was issued, the fourth group carried out the abandoned land in just a few months.
A lot of defenses were deployed, relying on the large-scale virtual domain and quiet defense line, turning it into a fortress built on the abandoned land.
Boluogo felt that although the Orangutan Sect was a group of lunatics, they were not crazy enough to guess the actions of the Bureau of Order. A hasty attack would only annihilate their entire army. They must still be plotting something, something that could
Means to break through the fourth group.
"explain."
Tino shook his head, "I'm just a believer. Only the bishop knows the full plan."
Before he finished speaking, Bologo twisted Tino's other arm, but it was obvious that the severe pain could no longer force Tino, Bologo could only say in his heart.
"Amu, can you?"
The Secret Energy·Heart Shadow can peer into the hearts of others, which can also be understood as directly searching the memories of others, just like the method of the Void Spirit School.
Aimu is still quite resistant to this kind of thing, and she rarely does it unless necessary, but it is obvious that she cannot refuse any request from Boluogo.
"good."
The illusory arm stretched out from Boluogo's chest, and just when it was about to touch Tino, everyone heard an elegant chuckle.
In an instant, the blood covering the church began to boil. When they were peaceful again, they turned into a smooth blood-colored mirror.
As if Tino knew what was going to happen, he struggled wildly, and Boluogo's eyes became serious. He clearly felt a burning pain coming from his chest.
The mark that had existed for a long time was burning at this moment.