Endless Debt.

Chapter 131
This is the first time Bologo has faced a prayer believer. For such an existence higher than himself, he is fully prepared. What will happen to the situation.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Burlogo knew that he had only one chance to either seriously injure or even kill Thorndike, or hide his edge, and he must not arouse his vigilance.

The Order of Carrion is a troublesome arcane ability, and Thorndike almost has an army of ghouls. Under the mist created by the Mist Hidden Sword, these stitched ghouls protect him like a guard.

If Kedening were here instead, his secret power would be useless. Kedening couldn't detect Thorndike at all, but the ray blade in his hand was different.

Since becoming a Sublimator, this is the most lethal alchemy weapon Bologo has encountered, and its ether consumption is also extremely alarming.

In the battle between Sublimator and Believers, the Radiance Blade is the only alchemy weapon that can play a key role. As long as it hits the right part, even Believers will be killed by it.

There was a gap in rank between him and Thorndike, but it was not irreparable.

The billowing light was released from his hands, Thorndike thought that the silver lion's pounce was the final blow, but it was actually a feint attack, and the current ether sword was the real fatal blow.

A death-defying blow that burns soul fragments.

The pure ether impacted the iron-hating paint, and the dark matter began to melt under the tyrannical ether. Thorndike swung the secret sword, but the blade of the secret sword had already been firmly grasped by Burlog, even if it cut his palm , cut into the bone.

The fear of death hit Thorndike. He hadn't faced such a close fear for a long time. In the past, he just hid in the dark and waited for the ghosts to end the battle. But today death finally found him from the shadows.

He had learned how to deal with the opponent's sword-grabbing move, but fear and panic were rampant in his heart, and it was only then that Thorndike understood the meaning of Burrog's words.

Thorndike didn't have that heart, a heart that faced death.

How can a coward who is afraid of death defeat a desperado?
"You lunatic!"

Thorndike roared, stretching out his other hand to grab the Aether sword, even though the tyrannical Aether tore his palm bloody.

Burrog laughed and responded, Thorndike's mind was completely in front of his eyes, he didn't even have the energy to control the dominators, they were like spectators, standing in the heavy rain, watching the final death battle with cold eyes.

The only ether was burned dry, the radiance of the ether sword dissipated, and turned into a short sword again, but a hole had already been burned in the iron-hating paint, and there was bright red flesh and blood under it.

Thorndike's hand then grasped the short sword, and he wrestled with Burlog, the point of the sword sinking slightly into the body along the hole.

At this moment, Bologo suddenly yelled, as if he couldn't feel the pain, the tip of the secret sword penetrated the palm of his hand, and Burlogo insisted on running against Thorndike.

The ghost knows how much physical strength this guy still has. What makes Thorndike even more confused is that the Bureau of Order has achieved its goal. They successfully stopped the cargo, so why should they compete with themselves?

capture yourself?That is also based on the survival of one's own side. Now Bologo is determined to separate life and death with himself. He doesn't even understand where this damned desperado came from.

His back slammed against the guardrail of the stone bridge, and Thorndike leaned out half of his body, and the next step was the deep valley bottom.

Bologo let go of the secret sword, fisted in his bloody hand, and slammed the hand holding the dagger like a hammer, trying to smash the dagger into Thorndike's body.

After each blow, the railing was dented and trembling, as if it would completely collapse after the next blow, causing the two of them to fall to the bottom of the valley.

"We're all going to die!"

Thorndike screamed and waved the blade wildly, but the two were too close, and the secret sword could only slash Burrog's back continuously, making bloody cuts.

"Everybody dies, it's all about when."

Burrog cried out like a depressed philosopher.

The last punch fell, and the dagger pierced into Thorndike's body with a puff. He was still holding on to the dagger, thinking he could block it, and then Burlogo let go of his hand and let go of Thorndike.

Thorndike leaned on the railing and leaned on the secret sword, trying not to let himself fall. He felt that Burlogo must also be completely exhausted, and the short sword stabbed in the wrong direction during the struggle and failed to pierce his heart. .

Hearing the sound of receding footsteps, he thought, this guy also realizes that going on like this will only hurt both sides.

Thorndike was about to laugh at Burlogo's fake ruthlessness, but the retreating footsteps became quicker and closer.

Bologo ran up and kicked, and a fierce kick hit the exposed hilt of the sword. The entire hilt was completely submerged in the body. The chest was dented by Bologo, and the sharp point of the sword pierced out from the back, nailing it firmly. into the railing behind.

Thorndike vomited a big mouthful of blood, while the kicking figure looked like he was exhausted, and fell comically on the slippery ground.

"Why? You madman, why did you do this?"

Thorndike was coughing up blood, and he couldn't figure out where Burlogo's motivation came from, and that kind of undying ferocity.

Everything is so inexplicable, just like you are suddenly bitten by a dog while walking on the road, and this damn vicious dog is unexpectedly persistent. He not only wants to bite off a piece of meat from you, but also wants to bite through your throat.

Like some kind of sudden punishment, he just came so absurdly, no matter what you asked, he was silent and just gave you the verdict coldly.

"You say I'm a lunatic. Do you need a reason for what a lunatic does?"

Boluoge climbed up from the stagnant water in embarrassment, staggering his steps, he was already at the end of his strength, the ether was burned out, and the soul fragments were released, as if he was carrying a heavy weight, every step was so difficult .

Now he feels like a piece of firewood, constantly burning, constantly burning, and when it is about to go out, he ignites those little sparks vigorously, as if hypnotizing himself, you can still burn for a while...

The step-up combat was more difficult than Bologo imagined, and it may be that he killed too many people tonight. He started fighting from the time the clock struck midnight and cut until it was almost dawn. Lu has been machete on the west road, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the king of Opus.

Thinking of this, Burlogo laughed nervously.

If he faced Thorndike in his prime, he might be able to kill him in a few rounds... Forget it, it's not much worse to kill him now anyway.

Burrog approached step by step, and Thorndike looked at the crumbling body, as if he would fall down and die in the next second, but he was full of strength and could give himself death at any time.

Powerful and fragile, two contradictory words exist side by side in Bologo.

Thorndike tried to mobilize the secret energy, but severe pain, exhaustion, fear, and countless negative emotions disturbed him, not to mention that he was also exhausted by Burrog.

Carrion Order tends to be "blunt", and he can drive countless ghouls, for which he also has to bear a huge amount of ether consumption.

The surrounding ghouls and ghosts began to move slowly, and Thorndike's control became much slower under the serious injury.

Just get ahead of Burlog, just get ahead of him...

Thorndike struggled to stand up, the dagger completely penetrated his chest at this time, he could only cover the wound and fled towards the ghouls.

Sudden sharp pain hit Thorndike's ankle hard, causing him to fall into the pool of water. A claw hammer fell beside him. Looking back, Burlogo maintained the throwing motion, and then strode forward .

When Thorndike stood up leaning on his sword, a dark figure covered Thorndike. When he raised his head, he saw only a pair of blue eyes in the shadow.

Burrogo thought of the movie he had seen before, and the current plot was quite similar to what he played in the movie, one killer killed another killer.

It's finally coming to an end, but Bologo always feels like something's missing... yeah.

A brutal, cold-blooded proclamation, the way a court executes a prisoner, reading his crime aloud and pulling the trigger.

"I was the angel she spoke of when I performed that righteous act."

Bologo said as he tore off the necklace around his neck. He held the cross in the palm of his hand, and the necklace wrapped around the back of his finger like a knuckle.

"The one in my hand...is that fire sword."

Burrog felt that his fist was about to burn, and the fiery sword of punishment was in his hand, and Burrog only had to swing it.

The sound of approaching footsteps came from all around, and the ghouls stretched out their fangs and claws. Unfortunately, the verdict had been passed, and no one could change his will, so Burrog roared and punched hard.

"I am Axiom!"

Thorndike slashed at Burrog with his sword, but it was not a swordsmanship duel, but a hand-to-hand fight on the street. Burrog rushed into Thorndike's arms, and quickly punched his elbow.

"I am Iron Law!"

In the severe pain, the secret sword was released, and Bologo kicked Thorndike's knee fiercely, and at the same time, there was a toothache sound from the bones, which turned into a strange angle, and the ghosts stabbed out the sharp sword. , pierced through Bologo's body, but this could no longer stop him.

He said angry and cruel words, but Burrog acted like a street thug, yes, it’s true to think so, now he is the villain angel in the story, in his constantly waving fists, holding Cross fire sword.

Burrogo punched one after another, first breaking the brow bone, and then smashing the bridge of the nose. Blood covered Thorndike's vision, and soon the eyeballs were sunken under the heavy punch.

Thorndike still tried to resist and raised his fists to fight back, but Burrog was faster and more ruthless than him. Even though his palm was pierced by the sword, he could still hold it tightly like a block of iron.

Constantly smashing, like lifting a boulder, smashing, lifting, smashing, lifting... There is no elegance and decency, there is only the most primitive and bloody violence, and only in this way can the deepest and most bloody violence be vented. Fiery rage.

After being extremely angry, Bologo actually laughed, and the memories of the past passed by with the storm.

"Why are you yelling... Hallelujah when you're happy? What does this mean?" Lying in the gloomy jungle, Burlogo asked Adele beside him.

As Adele knelt beside Burlogo, changing the dressing for the wound, she explained.

"This is the meaning of praise. You can shout this sentence when you are happy, praise those things that make you happy, and praise this beautiful world."

She stretched out her hand to wipe the cold sweat off Burlogo's head, she said softly, "For example, now that we are still alive, this is a good time to say some words of praise."

"Hallelujah?"

"Yes, Hallelujah!" Adele said in surprise, "We're still alive! Hallelujah!"

Following Adele's words at that time, Burlogo grabbed Thorndike's head with both hands, and smiled hugely at the bloody face.

"Friends! Smile! This is a time to cheer!"

"Hallelujah!"

Bologo praised loudly. In the fusion of fists and blood, he felt the joy he had never experienced before. The violent storm roared around, as if a group of demons were roaring, but it also brought an ethereal tone, as if a choir was singing softly .

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

Every praise is a heavy punch, and every heavy punch is accompanied by a burst of severe pain, which shatters the collarbone, breaks the neck, smashes the face, and even collapses the entire chest cavity.

Smash all the hatred and anger to pieces!
Until there is no more sound!

Burrog didn't know how many punches he had thrown and how long he had been beating hard. When he stopped, Thorndike's head had collapsed, and the blood was gurgling out, mixing with the blurred flesh.

Grabbing his collar, Bologo roared at the distorted face, as if he wanted to pour out all the accumulated anger in his heart. Now he is like a real lion, roaring and furious, bathed in blood.

After the roar, everything became quiet.

It took a long time before Burrog stood up from the unrecognizable mass of corpses exhaustedly, leaning on the railing, his whole body was steaming.

Push away those stagnant ghosts, pull out the sharp sword that runs through the body, turn around and the fog has dissipated, and the strange ghouls fell beside him, they almost turned themselves into a pulp.

Leaning weakly on the railing, Burlogo's vision was a little blurred. Turning his head, he saw Palmer not far away waving to him.

Like himself, he was leaning against the railing to rest. In front of Palmer, corpses were piled up like a mountain, washed by the rain, converging into a dark red stream flowing down.

Letting go, Bologo put the bloody cross necklace back around his neck, and a moment of peace that he had never had before enveloped his only soul.

"How does it feel? Burrog, you look like a tragic stoned philosopher now." Palmer walked over and said, looking at the bloodied Burrog.

"Why the philosopher of tragedy?"

"Huh? I feel that your stinky face is very suitable for oil paintings," Palmer thought. "I have many oil paintings like this at home, and the expressions of those guys in the paintings are similar to yours."

"How should I put it? There is a big event, and the next thing is to die... Fortunately, you won't die."

Listening to Palmer's words, Burlogo couldn't help laughing. His tone of seriousness and a bit of swearing really sounded like hell now.

"So Mr. Lazarus, how do you feel about this?" Palmer kicked Thorndike's body, his head was sunken and bloody, so it seemed that he was the one who was stoned to death.

Burrog thought for a while, took out a key from his pocket, "I want to have a drink now"

"No, no, I'm not asking what you're going to do next, I'm asking what are you thinking now?"

Palmer is now like a reporter, constantly interviewing Burlogo, and he is very curious about the mental state of his partner.

"I'm thinking now, I'm going to the Undead Club to have a good drink later."

Burrog repeated firmly, looking at Palmer.

"So, together?"

A soft glow rose from the end of the horizon, illuminating the scarred stone bridge and the piles of dead bodies. The raging storm gradually subsided and turned into pattering raindrops, washing the blood-stained ground.

The hazy morning light enveloped the two of them, and amidst the sound of gurgling water, dirty blood mixed with rainwater and wrapped around dead bodies fell into the deep valley bottom and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)