Endless Debt.

Chapter 168
In the blood-stained church full of corpses, Palmer clearly heard Bologo's words in his mind, and then a strong etheric reaction was released, and bursts of roaring sound came.

Bologo has already fought the enemy. Judging from the fluctuation of the battle, this is two violent madmen getting together.

In fact, Palmer quite likes to fight violent maniacs, so you don't have to bother to guess what, just try to kill the opponent.

But now in the deserted church, Palmer's intuition tells Palmer that there is an invisible assassin hiding in it, and he wants to find him before he kills himself.

The wind howled, and the whistling wind filled with ether filled the room. It is said that the smelly old men at home, when the secret energy is fully deployed, they can judge the position and state of the enemy through the airflow they breathe.

It is a pity that Palmer is only a desublimator at the first stage. He cannot control and perceive the wind more sophisticatedly. He only hopes that the surging wind can temporarily disturb the enemy, and he is in the state of this storm. Ulmer can also release Arcane Powers more quickly.

"Aether shading?"

For the time being, Palmer can't guess the opponent's school of secret energy. After all, many schools can hide their whereabouts, such as controlling the light and distorting it, or the school of ascending the body to hide themselves.

But what is certain is that the opponent must have mastered the ability of ether shielding, otherwise the high ether reaction will easily expose the opponent.

Thinking of this, Palmer had a headache. Ever since he became a debtor, he has been more or less passive in his work, and even put his efforts aside.

Now everything is finally on the right track... Although this right track seems to me to be evil, but it can be regarded as having a stable job, and I should take it seriously.

"It's really troublesome..."

The moment Palmer complained, a cold arrow pierced through the air. It shot out silently, but it still caught Palmer's attention.

The strong wind is his domain, and it is difficult to attract Palmer's attention to small changes in this domain, but it is difficult not to notice such a fast and deadly advance.

It can be found that it takes time. Before Palmer noticed and responded, Leng Jian was approaching. Palmer used all his strength to twist his body, and the howling wind was also hindering Leng Jian's advance.

In the end, the cold arrow that should have penetrated the body passed by Palmer's body, the clothes were cut, and bursts of sparks burst out from the contact position. It was the iron-hating suit that protected the body from being cut by the cold arrow.

The cold arrow was nailed to the statue behind him, and the arrow was filled with black death, and it was highly poisonous.

Palmer was not surprised by this. Poisoning is the basic operation of assassins. For these guys hiding in the dark, silent cold arrows and poison are the best partners.

But this also represented one thing, as long as the assassins revealed their whereabouts, their threat would be greatly weakened.

Palmer immediately picked up the corpse of a cultist with a jackknife. The corpse was chopped off in mid-air, and then the strong wind eroded the corpse, spilling scarlet blood on the ground.

Thanks to Burrogo's violent actions, fresh corpses were piled up here, while Palmer vigilantly cut off one corpse after another, a large amount of blood was slapped on the wall by Sao Feng.

The already eerie and scarlet church became even more strange at this moment, and the red rainwater fled in all directions until a few drops of blood stagnated in the air and failed to fall.

"Got you!"

Palmer shouted happily, pulled the trigger, and the sound of thunder burst out.

The large-caliber warhead was propelled by the gunpowder, and the gust of wind also turned instantly, as if an invisible wall of air was hitting the assassin.

Mysterious Energy Wind Source does not have the ability to directly kill, but like Mystic Energy Calling Hand, this is a very malleable mysterious energy with huge potential and can be extended to different subdivisions.

The howling wind made it difficult for people in it to breathe, and it was difficult to open their eyes. Even if all of this could be overcome, the strong wind would still drag the debris on the ground, causing chaos in the enemy's field of vision, making it difficult to open their eyes. Spot the trajectory of the bullet.

The assassin shifted his position quickly, and when the blood stuck to his body, he understood Palmer's intentions.

The bullet landed on the wall behind him, creating a crater. One can imagine how traumatic this bullet would cause when it landed on a flesh and blood body.

The assassin thought he was safe, but then another gunshot followed his steps.

He tried to see Palmer's figure clearly, but he was the core of the hurricane, thousands of blood droplets and debris entangled him, and now the invisible wind also had a physical trajectory against the backdrop of these sundries .

Then the gun was pointed at himself again.

The assassin knew why he was exposed, and the wind entangled in the surroundings had a substance. In Palmer's eyes, a volume that appeared out of thin air blocked the flow of the wind, cutting through these flying blood drops and debris.

"It's better to be born in a big family!"

Palmer squeezed the trigger a third time in a loud voice, and thunder broke out.

As the heir of the Krex family, since Palmer implanted the secret energy and wind source, he has carried out a lot of training on the secret energy and wind source.

Since the beginning of the Krex family, they have been entrenched in the wind source highlands, chasing the howling wind, and the secret energy of the wind source has been passed down to the present. Write down your own experience on the secret energy · wind source, and then teach future generations.

For this reason, Palmer has been familiar with how to fight against different types of enemies as early as in the training, and how to operate the secret energy wind source.

The third bullet brushed against the assassin, cut open his skin, and brought up a large amount of blood, and even his own secret energy flashed, and a vague figure appeared in the gust of wind.

Palmer frowned. It could be seen that the assassin knew that he could not assassinate Palmer, and he was about to move his position. The most troublesome thing was that this guy was much faster than Palmer expected, even if he The assassin was suppressed, but the gunshot still failed to hit.

He made a decisive decision, and Palmer stepped forward, taking the initiative to close the distance between him and the assassin, aiming the revolver in his hand at the fast-moving figure.

Suddenly the assassin turned around. He was about to flee to the door, but at this moment he suddenly turned his head, raised the hand crossbow in his hand, and the eyes of the two intertwined.

Shoot cold arrows and pull the trigger.

The two intersected, and then separated. The cold arrow whizzed past Palmer's ear, tore a few strands of hair, and the blood exploded on the assassin's shoulder. There was a large amount of blood.

"Looks like luck has the upper hand today."

Palmer said it was so relaxed, but he was a little flustered in his heart. If he had been unlucky just now, the cold arrow might be stuck in his chest now.

The cylinder rotates and the fifth round is seated.

The assassin realized that he was invincible, and no longer made any counterattacks. At this time, he was very close to the door, and it was difficult for Palmer's gun to hit with his speed, but suddenly he heard some abnormal noises.

There was such a discordant tone in the sonata of the violent wind, and then the tone became high-pitched and harsh, and it flashed by my side.

The assassin's figure tilted and fell to the ground uncontrollably. He didn't understand what happened, and then he saw his ruptured tendon and the blood-stained throwing knife nailed into the ground.

when?
The assassin didn't understand, but he soon recalled the moment when the wind blew up and his vision was limited. Since then, the throwing knife has been sneaked into the wind.

The fifth gunshot sounded, and the assassin seemed to be hit by an invisible heavy punch. After a brief tremor, the bullet pierced through the body and broke out.

He rolled a few times on the ground, apparently dead, and even the glow of the alchemy matrix dimmed.

There is still a sixth bullet left in the revolver, and this bullet is an expensive alchemy bullet.

It seemed that Palmer had saved the warhead, but his expression was not relaxed. Recalling his previous judgment on these cultists, he always felt that all this would not end so easily.

Approaching the corpse cautiously, Palmer kept holding his gun, pointing the muzzle at the corpse's head. Even if it wasn't an alchemy bullet, the original power of the revolver was enough to beat his head into blood.

Bursts of craziness surrounded the corpse, which had never happened to the corpses of other cultists. Palmer could even faintly hear the sound of flesh and blood wriggling.

At the next moment, the assassin suddenly jumped up. Palmer should have pulled the trigger, but when he thought that this was equivalent to half a month's wages, his face turned dark, his heart turned black, and he insisted on smashing the assassin's head with the butt of his gun.

The assassin drew out the sharp short knife, and Palmer also swung the jackknife. The metal collided with each other, and sparks burst out.

At the same time as the battle, the madness became more and more clear. At this moment, Palmer clearly saw what the assassin was eating. He was biting the scarlet flesh in his mouth. Bitten off the body below.

Flesh and flesh seem to be a delicacy to him, and while eating, his own injuries are also healing quickly, even fatal injuries have been relieved.

This phenomenon made Palmer more sure of his thoughts, and he actually met these bastards of the Scarlet Sect.

Before he could curse anything, the assassin swung his knife and approached, but at this moment, the roaring vibration continued, and even the whole church trembled, and then the ceiling collapsed, and large pieces of bricks fell down.

The battle between the two stagnated without any words. Palmer raised his foot and kicked the assassin's chest. The guy didn't react for a while and was kicked to the ground. When the assassin got up, Palmer He had already disappeared, and then the heavy bricks fell down, covering the assassin completely.

After the turbulent smoke cleared, Burrog stood on top of the ruins, with a roaring bear studded with silver nails under his feet.

(End of this chapter)