Endless Debt.

Chapter 126
After a short taxiing, the train came to a complete stop. The rain washed away the blood on the armor, reflecting pale thunder.

In order to ensure that all the goods are left behind, Burlogo did not choose to cut off a certain carriage and stop some trains, but chose to directly cut off the connection between the train head and the carriages, and stop the entire train here.

Bologo turned his head and saw a motorcycle driving happily. After the sound of brakes, Palmer stopped beside the train and looked up at himself.

"Wow, the secret energy can still be used like this."

Palmer was also frightened by the armor of Bologo. Everyone used guns and cannons these days. Such old things are really rare. Even Palmer only saw them carefully in the collection room at home. similar armor.

But now, with such a heavy armor appearing here, it feels like the times are intertwined and chaotic.

"Don't be trapped by your thoughts."

Burrog raised his hand and tapped his helmet, making a crisp crash.

After becoming Sublimation, the most common thing Bologo did was to hold an iron ingot and twist it with the Hand of Summoning.

In the activity room of the Special Operations Group, you can often see Burlogo reading a book while fiddling with the metal in his hand, training himself to use both minds and at the same time, to perform precise operations on the secret energy.

Now Burlogo has been able to look at the key and make a copy of the same one. Jeffrey joked that Burlogo can go to give people a key.

As a perfect replica of the power of the overlord, Burrog has been trying to tap the potential of the Hand of Calling. Judging from the current results, this secret ability still has a lot of room for development.

Then he turned his gaze to the end of the train. After such a fierce battle, the train hardly had a single intact window, and most of the carriages were also extinguished, with no light.

What makes people feel strange is that after the train stopped, all the carriages were silent. Except for the sound of rain, the surroundings were quiet, and the soldiers in the carriages did not rush out to open fire, nor did they even groan in pain. .

It seemed that at a certain moment, everyone on the train died, leaving only the silent corpse in place.

Burrog thought of those ghouls, and then the howling of hunger resounded, countless palms stretched out from the car windows, and they danced their arms wildly, even if they were cut by the glass, they didn't feel pain.

The entire train seemed to have turned into a giant centipede of steel and flesh. The outstretched arms were densely packed tentacles. They struggled hard, and even the train shook slightly.

A chill and anger surged from the bottom of my heart, and the ghouls squeezed each other, scrambling to get out of the carriage, stepping on the stagnant water, and rushed towards Burogo and Palmer.

Their number is still increasing, and soon they gather into a dark tide, rushing towards us.

"This scale...the other party is a believer." Palmer watched the torrent of death and judged based on experience.

"It's really troublesome."

Borogo whispered, reached out and pressed the metal under his body, and drew out another longaxe, the longaxe in his left hand hung down, and the longaxe in his right rested on his shoulder.

Palmer was not under the tyrant's influence, so he couldn't see the beam of light, but it was clearly visible in Burrog's eyes.

The beam of light representing Thorndike was located in the rear compartment, and he had not shifted his position since the tide of ghouls surged.

The Dominator often hides in a safe place and leaves the battle to the Dominator, but Thorndike never imagined that the person chasing him tonight is being blessed by the devil, and Bologo is Cinderella from hell, who is here to participate. This feast of blood.

"No matter which school he belongs to, he should not be able to accurately control so many ghouls just by relying on his rank as a believer, right?"

Bologo asked, the dominators usually don't have too many dominators, and the more dominators consume more ether, and the manipulation will become complicated and bloated.

"I think so, but they should have been given some vague instructions, such as killing you and me, which is quite easy." Palmer replied.

"This is a feint."

Burrog thought of those ghosts. He didn't know how many such things there were. Maybe Thorndike had prepared a large number of spares. Burrog killed a ghost, and then replaced it with a new one. battlefield.

In this chaotic horde of ghouls, these insidious assassins hide among them, ready to kill the two at any time.

"Do you want a wave of superb cooperation?"

Faced with such a bad situation, Palmer looked eager to try. From this guy's eyes, Burlogo saw the excitement of chasing danger.

As expected of the heir of the Clarks family!

"No, give him to me."

Burlogo vetoed, and without waiting for Palmer's response, he ran on the roof of the car and sped towards Thorndike's compartment.

The easiest way to deal with such a situation is to put pressure on the ruler. In order to protect himself, Thorndike will definitely call back all those ghosts.

Following Burrog's surprise attack, the tide of ghouls below was in a turmoil for a few seconds, as if they were hesitating which target to pursue. Obviously, it was difficult for even the Believers to control such a large group of dominators.

After a short period of restlessness, the wave of ghouls continued to move forward. Amidst Palmer's screams, dark figures covered the sky.

Burrog didn't look back. He believed that Palmer would not die so easily. Thinking of this, he actually understood Palmer's elders a little bit. It can be said that he really does not deserve the name of the Krex family.

If Palmer knew what Bologo was thinking now, he would definitely yell, say something about fighting together, or eager to try, but Palmer thinks this is very cool.

Stories like this often happen, don't they?The protagonists face the death situation calmly. Palmer thinks this is so handsome, so he blends into the atmosphere on his own, but he really didn't expect that Burlogo would leave him like this, with a look of "I know You can do it alone."

Wow, you trust your partner so much, maybe a little too much!
The handsomeness on his face was no longer there, but instead he was terrified of panic.

"Brother, I'm doing my best to help you!" Palmer said and turned the accelerator.

He does not have the ability to directly kill the enemy. The cut and suffocation of the strong wind have little effect on these ghouls. Even fatal injuries can hardly affect them. Only by chopping them into pieces like Burrog Effectively neutralizes them.

Palmer thinks that he is not such a peerless hunk, nor is he as powerful and immortal as Bologo. Although he is a little ashamed of his trust in Bologo, there is no way to do it. This is the limit of a mortal. up.

The accelerator was turned to the end, and the expected Yiqi Juechen did not happen, but with a roar, Palmer and the car fell to the side.

He got up in embarrassment, only to see that the front tire of the motorcycle had blown out. High-speed off-roading in such bad weather would be a great loss to the life of the tire.

"No!" Palmer screamed and rushed over, slapping the motorcycle vigorously, "Lika, move!"

The front wheel of the motorcycle spun, as if responding to Palmer, and at the same time, the black wave of ghouls was close at hand.

"Fucking burrogo! Fucking life!"

Palmer cursed loudly, as if making up his mind of some kind, and stood out in the storm like a real man.

Then turn around and run away...

The people fled in front, and the wave of ghouls chased after them. They chased happily across the bridge.

Some of the ghouls went after Palmer, while the rest climbed onto the roof of the car and tried to stop Burlog. When striding forward from Burlog, Thorndike faintly realized that he had been found, and he couldn't help but feel that he was being spotted. Knowing how Burlogo found himself, he still made obstacles as much as possible.

But that didn't stop Burlogo.

He was like a steel rhinoceros, rampaging, and the ghouls who got in the way were either knocked over or cut off in the middle by the swinging long axe. Amidst the chaotic wailing, blood and internal organs were washed everywhere by the heavy rain.

For a moment, Bologo felt that he had the feeling of a warrior on the battlefield, and he beheaded countless enemies with just a few gestures.

The blood smeared heavily on the iron armor, and even the heavy rain could hardly wash it away, turning into a bright red knight.

He swung the long ax and split the ghoul in front of him. The long ax sank deep into the roof of the car, but he didn't try to pull out the long ax, but used the long ax as a fulcrum to prop himself up.

Flying into the air, turning around, the long ax was pulled out suddenly, the two ax lights spun rapidly, and then struck down like thunder.

The two thunderbolts erupted almost at the same time. After the dazzling sparks and sharp cutting sounds, the crossed axes split all the ghouls in front of them. Among the broken flesh and blood, even the roof of the car under him also cracked a cross. cut marks.

The red knight landed on the cut mark, and the roof of the car under his feet was shattered.

Boluogo fell into the carriage with a cold wind and rain, his body glowed green, as if there was a ghost lodged under the armor, and at the other end of the carriage, Thorndike slowly put his hands on his waist On the secret sword, the body arched, like a knight preparing for a duel.

"Thornike DeWitt."

A cold voice sounded from under the armor, and the evil spirit hid in the shadows, announcing.

"It's time for punishment."

The two axes were brought together, and the metal entangled with each other, making a sound like a blacksmith forging, and then Burrog strode forward, swung a dragon-slaying sword, and shattered the carriage.

(End of this chapter)