For an undead, what is the most terrifying thing? Boluogo guessed, it should be death, right?
It is precisely because of the fear of death that he paid such a heavy price to obtain immortality, enduring years of loneliness and inner torture, just to enjoy the little joy of survival.
coward.
Every undead is a complete coward, but such a coward secretly crafted a dagger capable of killing himself.
If Bolog was Sere, he would definitely seal up this dagger that threatens him forever after overthrowing the Eternal Night Empire, pour it into pig iron, or throw it into the deep sea. It doesn't matter what he does, as long as this
The dagger can never see the light of day again.
But Sere did not do this. Instead, he gave it to Olivia, handing over the power that could transcend classes and threaten the pure-blooded night clan to his daughter, who had always hated him.
Boluogo looked at the dagger with a complicated expression. He couldn't help but whispered, "I can't tell the difference."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean to Sere?"
Boluogo moved his eyes away from the dagger. This dagger was also extremely lethal to the Condensers, but it could not kill him.
"He gave you the ever-changing secret power, so that you can easily avoid the pursuit of others, and also gave you this cruel dagger, so that you have the ability to directly kill your kin... After the Dawn War, you should have no kin anymore.
That's right, could it be said that he had already thought that you would make such a mistake?"
Boluogo walked up to Olivia, and the soles of his shoes were stained with the blood of the Night Clan. The blood was not fresh, and the whole had a dark black color and a sticky feel, as if it had been left standing in the air for a long time.
Olivia did not answer Bologg's question. The word Sere had always been a taboo word in her heart, but Bologg could detect a trace of confusion from the scarlet glow of her eyes.
Olivia was also at a loss regarding Sere's emotions.
"Reinforcements have arrived."
Palmer opened his eyes and reminded the two of them that during the time they were communicating, he had been vigilantly scouting the surroundings. What Olivia had just killed was just a few ordinary guards. Judging from the disturbed airflow, this time
There were dozens or hundreds of enemies approaching here.
This is just the enemy behind the door. Outside the door, the condensers from the Secret Group are quickly conquering the labyrinth created by Bologo and marching towards here.
Palmer felt that the situation was not good, and they might be surrounded from both sides.
Boluogo still looked calm as he continued to ask, "Are you afraid when you hold this dagger?"
"No, holding it makes me feel very at ease."
Olivia gently manipulated the dagger, and the cold blade scratched her skin without leaving any wounds.
"When I hold it, I know that no one can hurt me, and if anyone dares to do that, I will slit their throat."
Olivia's voice was firm, with a hint of madness. Her long and lonely life had polished this girl as hard as steel.
"You really don't look like Sere in this way." Bologo sighed again.
"What will happen to Sere?"
Olivia became curious about Sere's story for the first time.
"I guess he must have been extremely frightened when he held the dagger. Maybe the hand he was holding was trembling uncontrollably." Bologo commented.
"Why?"
"Afraid, he is afraid, afraid that the dagger in his hand can kill his blood relatives, but it can also kill himself," Boluogo taunted, "He is not as brave as you, so he keeps this dagger just for the sake of it.
It only increases fear."
Olivia seemed a little surprised. She never thought that Boluogo would comment on Sere like this.
"I thought you were friends."
"We are friends," said Boluogo, "but that doesn't stop me from complaining about him and laughing at him."
Boluogo glanced at Olivia and said viciously, "If only Venserei could be braver and more responsible, there wouldn't be so many troubles now, and there wouldn't be so many people dead.
"
Olivia was speechless and remained silent, and then vented her confusion and anger on the attacking enemies.
"Palmer, help!"
Bologgo raised his sword and moved forward. Although he could judge the enemy's position through ether reaction, Bologgo was still not used to this absolute dark vision.
Palmer threw out the storm feathers, which shone with the radiance of the ether and kept circling in the air, like fireflies flying all over the sky, or like twinkling stars, barely illuminating the darkness.
The first thing that caught Bologo's eyes was the huge space below, which was filled with strictly sealed goods. At a cursory glance, it should be some weapons and supplies.
The light spread in all directions, and the sound of rumbling footsteps, the friction and impact of iron chains, and the extremely hungry and bloodthirsty sounds could be heard in the nearby corridor.
This was not the first time that Boluogo faced the Night Clan. He knew clearly that something was coming. He climbed over the railing and jumped down.
The ferocious bloodthirsty ones were like a herd of beasts, squeezing each other and roaring out of the narrow corridor. But before they could reach Boluogo, Boluogo just glanced at them, mercilessly.
The ether dug into their bodies like sharp needles.
Gather, brew, detonate!
Explosions sounded one after another, and the bodies of the bloodthirsty ones expanded one after another, exploding into countless fragments and filled with blood mist on the spot.
A few of them walked hard through the corpses and bloodstains and arrived in front of Boluogo. They were about to chop off Boluogo's head with their claws, but they saw the arc of ether on Boluogo's body flash, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.
The discerning chop is achieved calmly in the breath.
The bloodthirsty people passed by Boluogo. They rushed a few meters away along the path of attack, and then stumbled and fell to the ground. Their bodies became torn into pieces. The sections of flesh and blood were extremely neat and smooth, and the blood was gurgling.
The ground overflowed, pushing the bloody atmosphere of the entire space to the extreme.
"These bloodthirsty men are not yet armed."
Boluogo kicked away the corpse at his feet, "It is not wearing armor, and it has not been implanted with alchemy... It looks like a group of new products that have just been born."
In the previous battle in the Windyuan Highlands, Boluogo encountered a large number of bloodthirsty ones. They were as crazy as wild beasts, and like alchemy creatures, they carried out subsequent armed strengthening. For high-level sublimation ones, their
It is not a big threat, but it can bring a lot of pressure to the low-level Sublimation Practitioners. It can even be said that if they form groups, it is enough to break up the front line of the low-level Sublime Sublime Practitioners.
It's just that Boluogo is no longer the low-level condenser he was before. As a defender, he can kill these mindless beasts as easily as he beats down gangsters on the streets.
Consciousness guided the ether, and the invisible tip of the knife slashed forward along the corridor. Boluogo did not see the approaching bloodthirsty, but a series of explosions came from the darkness, announcing their demise.
"Except for Olivia, all Night Clan are hostile targets."
Bologg reiterated the regulations and strode forward. Palmer followed closely behind Bologg and put his hand on Bologg's shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was using Bologg as a guide stick.
.
The birds were still flying freely in this underground space, picking up pieces of information, and then returned to Palmer. In his mind, he used the branches of these information to build a nest model that only existed in his mind.
Palmer frowned, sweat beading on his forehead. The outline of the entire underground space became clearer in his mind. He saw many single cells like cells, arranged together, merging into a huge underground space.
prison.
Many people live in it, their breaths are weak, and many people are being moved, heading deeper, and the sound of thousands of breathing becomes clearer, until the sound seems to be directly next to Palmer's ears.
Rings.
Palmer heard it and repeated the words in his mind.
"Help...help..."
"Move them...send them away immediately."
"Get in the boat, get in the boat, don't stop."
Fierce words and sad tones were mixed together to create a tragic scene. Palmer was no stranger to this. He had heard it as early as when he returned to the city during the Decay Epidemic incident.
There were similar lamentations from the citizens.
Palmer opened his eyes and grabbed Burlogo's shoulders forcefully, stopping his progress.
"Right here," Palmer lowered his head and looked at where the three of them were standing, "right here deep underground."
Boluogo didn't hesitate at all, and his bite pierced the ground. After a brief pause, a cross crack opened on the ground. The bricks and stones did not collapse directly towards the next layer, but instead rose up in all directions, piling up high piles of soil.
mound.
This operation was very special. Not only did he have to kill all the enemies, but he also wanted to do his best to save those poor people. Boluogo didn't want his rough breakthrough to lead to the death of a group of innocent people.
Olivia took over Borrogo's work. Her battle was far less efficient than Borrogo's. The shadow blade slashed randomly, chopping the approaching bloodthirsty into pieces, and staining the walls and the ground.
A trail of hideous bloodstains.
Smelling the fishy blood, Olivia couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. She was slightly immersed in the sweet feeling, and then she woke up, with disgust in her eyes.
As if to punish himself for being addicted to blood, the shadow blade cut Olivia's wrist open. Although the wound healed within a few seconds, the clear pain still penetrated into her brain, alerting Olivia.
"Let's go."
Boluogo looked at the huge cross scar cracked on the ground, and while speaking, he jumped directly towards the bottom of the dark pit.
Palmer followed closely as always, but this time his expression was much more solemn. Even if he stopped investigating the surrounding environment, those constant whines were still echoing in his mind, affecting his mind.
had a certain impact.
In a daze, Palmer remembered a story he had seen as a child, in which a prophet made a wish to the devil, hoping that he could become a being who knew all things.
The devil did not reject the prophet, but hoped that he would think deeply about the fact that all power has a price.
The prophet did not hesitate. He stubbornly reiterated his wish. This time the devil no longer persuaded him, but directly gave him the power of omniscience and omnipotence.
In an instant, the prophet knew the past and the future, and also understood the meaning of the existence of all things. The secrets that had been carefully hidden were revealed in front of his eyes, and everyone's most disgusting and disgusting thoughts were also exposed.
First he felt ecstatic, as if a perverted pleasure had been satisfied, and then he felt grief that almost tore his mind apart.
The prophet glimpsed the secrets and knew the beauty of the world. Similarly, the sorrows of millions of people from the past and the future also appeared in his mind.
It was such a huge sadness that it easily buried the prophet.
At that time, Palmer didn't understand the meaning of this story. Now, listening to those mournful cries, he somewhat understood.
The fall lasted for several seconds, and Boluogo landed firmly on the ground. His vision was no longer dim, replaced by dazzling lights. Noisy noises came from all directions, along with the sound of rushing water.
It's like a waterfall is rushing.
Boluogo saw his surroundings clearly. He was in a huge underground cave. It did not appear to be naturally formed. There were traces of excavation everywhere. It was conceivable that a group of masters of the ruling school were working hard here.
appearance.
This place has been transformed into an underground port. The underground river is wide and flows from one side, submerged in the darkness. The rapids are constant. The cargo ship is docked at the port. A group of night people with scarlet eyes are urging rows of people to be quilted.
The mutilated people were shackled together in series and ordered to board the cargo ship.
They noticed the arrival of Boluogo and the others. After a brief moment of confusion, someone sounded the alarm. Strong ether reactions rose from the crowd. Some people rushed towards Boluogo and others, while others speeded up the transport of people.
.
This time, Boluogo didn't say hello to anyone else. Under the aether's amplification, he crushed the ground with his foot and sped away like a cannonball.
A Night Tribe collided head-on with Boluogo. The moment their figures intertwined, his head was thrown high and his torso was broken into several pieces, dragging a long trail of blood mist, like the tail flame of fireworks.
No one saw clearly how Bologo swung his sword. Everything happened so fast. When the following Night Tribes reacted, Bologo had already rushed in front of them.
A Night Clan decisively grabbed the mutilated people on the side and tried to use them as human shields to block Bologo's sword strike, but Bologo just raised his hand. Suddenly, a needle-like stinging sensation hit the Night Clan.
Spread on the body surface.
He felt as if there were thousands of steel needles piercing into the flesh and blood, penetrating through the bones, the joints were restricted by some kind of force, and they were frozen together. The whole person stood in place like a sculpture, and then he heard something coming from inside his body.
The intense sound of blood flowing, the heart rate keeps rising until it reaches the peak.
Boom——
A dull explosion resounded from Ye Clan's body. His chest and abdomen expanded rapidly, exploding into a cloud of blood mist, and his internal organs rotted into pulp, dripping all over the floor.
His eyes were filled with unbelievable emotions. His chest and abdomen seemed to have been hollowed out and quickly shriveled up. Then the entire body fell into a pool of blood. The flesh rubbed against the ground, with blood as a lubricant, like
It was a mop soaked in water that was rubbed on the ground.
The blood splashed by the explosion fell on the bodies of the mutilated people around them. It was not until the slightly cold blood scratched their skin that they realized what had happened.
There was no fear, no mourning, and from beginning to end, they did not exchange a single word with Boluogo, but they knew instinctively that Boluogo was here to save them.
Even though Bologo looks a hundred times more violent than the Night Clan.
Bologg wiped away the blood on his face expressionlessly, and said in a calm voice, "I am Bologg Lazarus, the leader of the special operations team of the Order Bureau. According to the regulations, I will give priority to protecting civilian units."
The disabled people looked at him with dull eyes. After being tortured for a long time, they had lost the ability to think, let alone distinguish Bologo's words.
Bureau of Order? What is that?
Boluogo sighed helplessly, and before the attack from other Night Tribes arrived, he shouted loudly in words that the disabled people could understand.
"Everyone! I'm here to save you!"
The simple words were like drumsticks, playing into their dead hearts.
"So... cheers!"
Boluogo roared and dominated the ground. Solid rocks rose up from the ground, forming an arc-shaped shield wall to protect the crowd.
As the howling wind approached, Palmer passed over Bolog's head, and the rapier thrust out at high speed, piercing through a series of bodies, leaving broken limbs and remains on the ground.