Endless Debt.

Chapter 129 Silver Lion [Thanks to Zhang Meow's leader for adding more]

Horrifying roars came from the storm, as if there were invisible monsters fighting in the storm. They fought each other, ripped off flesh and bones, and swallowed blood until the only winner was found in the duel.

But in fact, they are not dueling each other, but swarming up to hunt and kill the only enemy together.

The mottled and broken armor swayed back and forth in the blue mist, like a fishing boat heaving in raging waves. Every time it moved, sparks would be splashed on the armor, and new dents covered the old ones, like the surface of a meteorite.

The ghosts were very vigilant in attacking and killing before, but now groups of ghouls are hidden in the mist, they have a numerical advantage, and the offensive has become like a tide, non-stop, with sharp and twisted edges all the time Claws, reaching out from the mist, tried to claw at Burrog's flesh.

Holding the slashing sword in his hand, Bologo fought fiercely with this group of looming ghouls. Soon he realized that this was a war of attrition, a war of attrition for a quick victory.

The attack of the ghouls was fast and intensive, and they did not give themselves a chance to breathe. Their physical strength and ether were quickly consumed. Even if they took advantage of the short moment of their appearance to kill one after another, the number of ghouls remained the same. Too many, in droves.

The worst thing is that these things seem to be inexhaustible. The severed limbs were picked up again by other ghouls and stitched on their own bodies. The dark red blood covered almost everything around them until the armor was painted. More bright red.

This should be the further strengthening of the secret power after Thorndike was promoted to a believer. Ordinary corpses can be twisted into abominable existences by fantasy for control and manipulation.

Burrog guessed that to achieve this effect, the consumption of ether must be terrible, otherwise Thorndike would not have injected liquid spirit potion to release it.

In his mind, he recalled the appearance of David injecting the liquid spirit potion. This potion can strengthen his strength and replenish ether, but if he injects too much, he will cause damage to himself. Thorndike cannot use this potion multiple times to replenish.

Too much exhaustion for Thorndike to hold on?How is this possible, it is Burlogo himself who can't hold on now.

"Just take a bet, Burrog," said Burrog to himself, "and I hope you won't be as unlucky as Palmer."

Mobilizing the remaining aether, Bologo did his best.

The fist slammed into the ground, and the cyan light track passed over the dark red stone bridge. In an instant, the bricks and stones under the feet began to collapse and shatter. Spreading, completely engulfing the surroundings of Burrog.

The heavy armor brought Bologo down, and those ghouls who fell with him, with their teeth and claws, lost the support of the ground, and they came out of the mist to reveal their figures.

Thorndike didn't expect Burlogo to have this move, and Burlogo didn't expect his own blow to bring so many ghouls down.

After all, there are still too many of these ghouls, and relying on a steady stream of ether to continuously stitch their limbs, Thorndike can't control them as finely as a ghost.
This round of collapse took away a large number of ghouls, and even if they survived the fall, it would take a while to climb up again.

During the fall, Bologo threw out the hook rope, and the hideous and weird ghouls were like demon gods descended from the world, but Bologo ignored them and passed them by, letting them fall back into the abyss, and then he walked along The collapsed gap jumped back to the stone bridge.

Bologo didn't return to the battlefield directly, but swung high with the hook rope, the sword in his hand extended into a scimitar, and Bologo's figure turned into the air, slashing towards the ground like a spinning top.

As if a meat grinder crashed into the mist, countless severed limbs and blood splashed everywhere, and one after another ghouls appeared from the mist, and the broken body was swept away by the pace of the Borogo chariot. Knock open.

Thorndike's thoughts are not difficult to guess, he wants to take advantage of the gap when he lands to give a heavy blow.

The fog itself appeared to cover the figure, but when Burlog knew Thorndike's intentions and thus judged the positions of the ghouls, the effect of the fog ceased to exist.

Although he slashed towards Blank, dead bodies fell from the mist after the blade passed.

A gap was cut, and Burlogo couldn't see where Thorndike was, but he knew where Thorndike was, and he ran toward the carriage that had collapsed into the gap.

Thorndike can use the liquid spirit potion to replenish ether, so can he. He must guard near the carriage, intending to prevent himself from using the liquid spirit potion, or to give him a sneak attack when he uses it.

Burlogo concluded that Thorndike would not attack him.

From the constant fights, Burlogo gradually figured out Thorndike's character. This guy has been hiding behind the dominator. Even if he has a sharp secret sword in his hand, he is trying to avoid confrontation with himself as much as possible.

Thorndike is a timid and vigilant guy, he only drives the dominator to fight against himself, he dare not gamble with himself.

When taking and injecting the liquid elixir by yourself, it is indeed easy to be attacked by surprise, but what if the sneak attack fails to kill yourself?Once the aether is replenished, the fight will start again.

Thorndike will not allow this kind of thing to happen. Although he drove away from Opals, it is too close to Opals after all. The field staff of the Bureau of Order may arrive at any time. Ke must die.

He was timid and impatient, and Burlogo felt that this would be his chance of winning.

"You are here!"

Burrog roared, swinging his scimitar as he lunged at the car.

He didn't intend to pick up the liquid spirit potion at all, but instead made a gesture of splitting the carriage in half.

The expected rubbing sound sounded, and the sharp secret sword appeared from the mist. Thorndike gritted his teeth and glared at Burlog, and stopped him in front of the carriage.

Looking at the blue-eyed evil spirit in front of him, Thorndike felt for the first time that the Sublimator of the first stage could actually bring such huge pressure to himself.

The situation just now clearly dragged Burrog into the Jedi, but he just fought back again and defeated his cage.

From the beginning to the end, Thorndike had a strange feeling, as if all his schemes had been seen through by Burlogo, and even if he used a new trick, he was quickly deciphered by Burlogo. People are uncomfortable.

The scimitar and the secret sword staggered back and forth, but Thorndike was confined here by Bologo because of the liquid spirit potion.

"I will kill you with my own hands!"

As Bologo growled, the scimitar whirled around sharply, and the blade itself was still continuously extending when it was hit by a large slash. It is not clear whether it was the power of the horror of the soul, or it was caused by Bologo's biting killing intent. Shaken, Thorndike didn't know how to fight back for a while.

The surrounding fog rolled, and the blade pierced through the fog.

The fourth ghost launched a surprise attack at this time. Bologo was under attack from the front and rear. He could not quickly deal with Thorndike. After fighting overnight, his own ether could not support his quick "resurrection".

He cannot be hit by this blow.

The chopping scimitar swirled again, turning its head and shaking away the pricking ghost. Compared with its swift and deadly movements before, it seemed to be a lot flustered now.

These Dominators are directly affected by the Dominator, and Burlogo's anger oppresses Thorndike, even dulling his control over the Dominators.

The scimitar's whirling continued, and Bologo swung a beautiful full moon, and even the approaching raindrops were turned into water mist. After shaking away the ghost shadow, it slashed forward again, like a thunderbolt.

The secret sword is close at hand. As early as when Burrog went to fight back the ghost, Thorndike stabbed the secret sword at Burrog. The machete came with a strong wind, and the secret sword was about to penetrate Burrog's heart.

"Want to take a gamble!"

Bologo roared, even if Thorndike could pierce his heart, he still had the strength to swing down the scimitar and split his head in half. More importantly, he would not die, and Thorndike would not die. Didn't know this.

The straight-forward secret sword hesitated for a moment, then turned into an upward thrust, and collided with the scimitar. The huge force of the large swing shook Thorndike into the carriage, followed by Burlogo.

As might be expected, Thorndike had no such courage.

"madman!"

Thorndike continued to retreat, jumping out of the car window, dodging Burlogo's pursuit.

The battle between Sublimation is deceitful and insidious. Thorndike has long been accustomed to the vigilant and suspicious fighting style, but Bologo's fighting style is completely different. He is like a violent madman. Hit after hit.

Thorndike was safe, but looking at the split compartment, he knew he was at a disadvantage again.

Countless liquid spirit potions are placed under Burrog's feet, and the exhausted ether will be replenished, and the battle will return to the starting point.

Thorndike's mood was a little numb, but to his surprise, Burlogo didn't look at the liquid elixirs, and his blue eyes were still staring at Thorndike.

"Don't you use these potions?"

Thorndike tried to buy time with words. In the rolling mist, an invisible figure was galloping, ready to attack and kill Burrog the moment he picked up the potion.

"I've been thinking about the difference between humans and beasts before."

Bologo didn't answer Thorndike's words, but spoke to himself, reached out and pressed on the carriage, twisting and stretching the steel, and they covered the body, filling the damaged armor.

"Now I figure it out. Humans are bound by our own shackles, and that's what separates us from the beasts."

Burrog didn't even look at the elixirs, he strode over to Thorndike.

Waving his hands, he threw up the iron and steel recruited from the carriage, and when they fell, they turned into dozens of armor-piercing swords and pierced the ground.

On the dense forest of swords, Bologo randomly picked up one, his body burst into billowing blue light, his armor bulged and deformed, and the soft and slender wires swayed in the wind, extending from the nape of his neck to his back, like the mane of a silver lion. wild dance.

(End of this chapter)