Endless Debt.

Chapter 22 Judgment
Norm took a deep breath, slowly let go of his hand, put down the suitcase in his hand, held a pistol in one hand, and pulled out the dagger at his waist with the other, and took a stance, like a falcon ready to pounce.

The scene was staged, with Bologo smashing through the ceiling, and a dim light falling through the mists of the Great Rift, illuminating Norm just right.

The audience in the darkness also gradually woke up, the sound of bloodthirsty breathing continued, and the strong atmosphere of decay almost filled every corner.

Noam kept calm on the surface, but his heart had already set off a storm. He was not a demon, but a sound human being. Once these demons woke up, these hungry and crazy monsters would attack indiscriminately along with the delicacy of their souls. look at yourself.

This was the weapon used to hold Burrog, but now he got himself into a quagmire.

As for Bolog, Noam already has a lot of guesses in his heart. Judging from this brief contact, Bolog has a certain concealment ability, which allows him to easily blend into the darkness, and it is difficult for him to discover his position. , on the other hand is the destructive power of Burrog.

Thinking of this, Norm's eyes moved up slightly. In any case, he never thought that after being unable to open the door, Burlogo actually chose to tear down the wall to break into the room.

This was his negligence, but it was also an important piece of information. Burrog's strength could not open the special iron door, but it could smash the fragile building. This gave Norm a rough estimate of Burrog's strength.

"It's not that bad."

Norm comforted himself, he already had a vague overview of Burrog, but now Burrog knew nothing about himself, nor did he know the power he possessed.This is his advantage.

"Are you from the Bureau of Order? When did the Bureau of Order recruit people like you? I remember that they acted in ways that were always vigilant and secretive."

Norm looked around at the darkness around him, but did not act rashly.

In my memory, the field staff of the Bureau of Order are like silent gods of death, they never talk nonsense, they are like cold tools, carrying out orders, when you see them, you are already dead.

"I just joined the job today."

When the response sounded, Noam raised his pistol without any hesitation, and shot in the direction of the sound. After a gunshot, the sound of metal collisions slowly returned.

"Just joined the job today? Are you so impatient to carry out the mission?" Noam knew that the shot had missed, and continued, "You are really dedicated."

"Do what you do and love what you do... To be honest, I quite like this job."

Burrog knew that Norm was testing him, and Burrog was also testing him.

The two are bright and dark, just like the hunter and the prey, but the difference is that as long as there is a slight mistake, the hunting roles will be reversed.

Looking at the glowing lines on Noam's body, without any explanation, Bologo knew very well that it was the "Alchemy Matrix", and Noam in front of him was a Sublimator.

So what is his "secret power"?

Bologo thought about it, he could indeed rely on the "gift" for trial and error, but just like Jeffrey said, Bologo didn't want to rely too much on this power...

No, it's not so much dependence as bad self-esteem. Right now it's just the first step on the road to revenge. For this first step, you need to die continuously to move forward. This undoubtedly seems to be too incompetent.

Burlogo is an expert, and an expert cannot be so incompetent.

As for the identity of the opponent's sublimation person?

Bologo doesn't care about these, he likes some challenging things to make his dead heart burst again.

The "Concealer" provides shelter for himself, and the shock hammer in his hand is Bologo's ultimate move. This thing is more useful than he expected, simple and rude. Under its fierce blow, the wall will only crumble, and then Completely collapsed.

Relying on the hammer, Burlogo slammed his way through the roof, feeling like a cranky decorator.

Clenching the jackknife and shock hammer in his hand, a hoarse roar rang out suddenly, breaking the stalemate between Burrog and Norm, and the hungry demons rushed out of the darkness one after another, seeking the deliciousness of the soul.

Perhaps due to the incompleteness of the soul and the shelter of the "Hidden One", most of the demons did not discover the existence of Burrog. instinct.

Eat, eat voraciously and frantically.

Only a few demons seemed to have noticed the existence of Bolog, and looked blankly at Bolog's position.

Burrog still did not move, ignoring the demons entirely, but watching Norm carefully to see how he would fight them.

Gunshots resounded.

Noam fired again and again at the demons who were rushing. His marksmanship was very accurate, and every bullet hit accurately, blasting the demon's head into a cloud of blood mist.

The ferocious figures fell to the ground one after another during the attack, and the corpses were piled up in disorder.

But ammunition is limited after all, not to mention that Noam is always on guard against Burrog, which makes him unable to concentrate on the battle at all.

After emptying the ammunition, the follow-up demons rushed close to Noam. He swung his dagger and slashed precisely on the limbs of the demons, then turned around and slashed their necks.

He wanted to hide his "secret ability", but as the pressure increased, this kind of concealment couldn't last long.

The shimmer of the "alchemy matrix" on his body began to fluctuate, as if in sync with Noam's rapid breathing, but it was also like a blood vessel rushing. Every time the light fluctuated, extraordinary power was poured into the body.

"Hah!"

Footsteps sounded suddenly, and another demon rushed out of the darkness and came towards Nom. Nom put down his pistol and drew another short knife from his waist, vowing to deal with it quickly.

The distance between the two is constantly shortening, but Noam's attention is not all on the demon in front of him, and the corner of his sight is alert to the darkness, so as not to be attacked by Bologo.

It is not clear how Bologo blasted the ceiling, but once that kind of power hits the flesh and blood, even if he has the "secret energy", he will be seriously injured.

The short knife swung, and at this moment, Noam felt it.

As if wrapped in some kind of dark and viscous liquid, countless sharp and small spikes pierced his skin, reminding himself with the fear of almost death.

Something is wrong, something is wrong.

With his free eyes fixed, he looked at the approaching demon, and the hideous and terrifying figure began to shatter, revealing the evil spirit with a green glow behind it.

"Be the first to score!"

Burrog laughed wildly and threw out the jackknife, and the sharp blade swept across Nom. Norm could only barely hold up the short knife to resist the blow, but the next second Burrog let go of the jackknife and avoided it. Blocked by the short knife, the body was allowed to rotate greatly.

Swing the heavy hammer.

Noam saw a flying hammer, and as it was swung, there was a gloomy light on it.

The shock hammer slammed on the dagger, and its accompanying "concussion" was activated. The already violent hammering was strengthened and expanded. The dagger fell apart at the moment of contact, and the broken blade was ejected like shrapnel, and then the shock hammer continued. Down, hitting Norm in one fell swoop.

Like being lifted up by a raging bull, Noam's figure froze for a second, and was knocked out of the falling light by the roaring hammer sound.

He was swept into the darkness, and Burrog, maintaining his waving motion, took his place, standing in the light.

Severe, endless pain came from the arm holding the knife, the broken blade cut into the body, the arm that was hit was also twisted, the bones were shattered, and pale bone spurs protruded from the wound.

Noam coughed up blood, and quickly got up from the ground in embarrassment, his figure staggered, as if he would fall down in the next second.

what happened?

Pain and thoughts collided in his mind, he raised his head and looked at Burrog under the light.

I saw that he was wearing tattered clothes, which were ripped off from the devil, and the gray-black windbreaker could be seen through the cracks, like a hazy night, hiding all the sharpness.

Norm tried to see Bologo's face, but saw another, more terrifying image.

Burrog's face was dripping with blood. It was not his face, but a severed, corrupted, twisted face—the face of a demon.

The devil's face was like a mask, covering Bologo's face, blood condensed and dripped along the jaw, the face that should have been crying in pain, but at this moment there was an indescribable smile.

Burrog conceals himself, misleading Norm.

At the same time, behind Bologo, there was a sound of small footsteps, followed by whimpering.

Another figure staggered out of the darkness, waving its hands indiscriminately, trying to grab some life-saving straw, but what was touched was only dust moving with the wind.

The demon wailed, its face was bloody and bloody, only the sunken and dark eye sockets were left, the depth of which seemed to go straight to the abyss.

The jackknife flashed, and the demon's movements stopped for a second, then he fell straight down, ending the long agony.

"madman."

Norm scolded, without hesitation, he no longer hides, the twilight on his body rises, the broken and twisted arm is like being steeled, the muscles bulge, the broken bones are squeezed, and they are forced to re- molded together.

His body size skyrocketed a lot in an instant, he was as tall as a stag, and his body surface had a reddish luster.

Clenched fists.

"Is it the 'secret energy' of body strengthening?"

Bologo judged, and in the next second Noam shot out like a cannonball. He galloped all the way, and the other short knife in his hand swung a sharp light, and slashed towards Bologo's face, as if to tear the hypocrisy. The mask, to see the real face of Burrog.

The moment the shock hammer hit Noam, Noam must have guessed the power of the shock hammer, and such a trick would be difficult to succeed a second time.

But Burlogo had always been a juggler.

He swung the shock hammer, but this time Burrog's target was no longer Noam, but fell towards the ground with a bang, smashing the ground to pieces in one fell swoop.

The ground trembled and cracked violently, and the surface of the mudstone began to collapse, raising dust.

The violent shaking caused Norm to stagger a few steps, and the raised dust covered Burrog's figure. When Norm came with a knife, the wind pressure blown away the dust, but Burrog Long gone.

Norm growled angrily. He was being played. He was in the rhythm of the burrogo all the time. He tried to break out of the situation, but he didn't know how to do it.

This is obviously his home field, but under Bologo's offensive like demolition, it has become Bologo's territory.

The whistling sound sounded from behind his head. Noam bent down and grabbed the chains scattered on the ground. This was originally used to restrain the demons. Now he was holding it in his hand and waved it in the direction of the sound behind him.

Under the release of the "secret energy", Noam's strength and speed have increased a lot, and the chain in his hand is like an iron whip, making a clear and shocking sound.

Blood splashed down, and it wasn't a sword that struck, but a demon thrown by Bologo.

The unlucky ghost was bloody and bloody from the chains. Immediately after, a sharp low cry slashed across, and several throwing knives passed by the side of the demon's body, hitting Noam's body.

The wounds are different in depth. Under the strengthening of the "secret energy", it is only a skin trauma. Noam tried to calm down his anger. He needs to keep calm. He still has a chance of winning. As long as he hits Bologo, even once...

He took off the throwing knife on his body, which was stained with his blood.

Suddenly Norm woke up from the anger of the battle, and he remembered something important, far more important than the battle in his eyes.

Searching his eyes, he found the suitcase, which had been shaken to the demon's body under Burrog's shock ground.

Noam immediately swung the chain and tried to hook the suitcase, but several throwing knives flew by and knocked down the chain.

Without pausing, he got up and ran towards the suitcase. At this moment, a hook shot out from the darkness, hit the suitcase precisely, and then recovered quickly.

Looking in the direction where the suitcase was being recovered, Burlogo stood in the darkness, holding the hook gun in one hand and the suitcase in the other.

"This stuff looks important."

He said, still wearing the face of a demon on his face, behind the cracked eye sockets, there were blue ghost lights shining.

"You'll know when you open it."

Norm remained calm, not knowing what he was calculating.

"Oh?"

Burrog seemed to be interested. He let go of the carabiner and let it fall to the ground, but just as he was about to open the suitcase, Burrog stopped and looked at Nuo with a mocking look. m.

"It should be the philosopher's stone, it's not interesting."

He said, throwing away the suitcase together, and holding the jackknife and hammer in his hands again.

The two faced each other, like dueling knights in ancient times, riding a horse and holding their lances high.

Norm clenched the chain and the throwing knife, which were covered with his blood. The blood was like some kind of strong acid, stirring restlessly on the metal surface, but all of this was covered by the diffuse dust, and Bologo couldn't see it clearly. .

Bologo lowered his hands, looking leisurely, as if he knew the outcome of the battle from the very beginning, and everything now is just enjoying the villain's death struggle.

One second, two seconds...

At a certain moment when they could no longer bear the restlessness, the two of them took action, galloping on horseback and stabbing their lances.

Bologo strode forward, without any conspiracy, and rushed directly to Nom from the front, while Nom swung a throwing knife and a chain, trying his best to stop Bologo.

The chain turned into a dancing silver snake, lashing the ground and walls, and the corpses passing by it were whipped into bloody mist and pieces of flesh, but no matter what, it couldn't touch the figure of Bologo, he was like a real ghost, in the middle walk through.

Swinging the jackknife, it rubbed against the chain, sending out dazzling sparks all the way, like riding a meteor.

But amidst the wild dance of the silver snake, the deadly flying knives moved forward silently. Bologo noticed the existence of these flying knives, but just like Noam, Bologo didn't pay much attention to the flying knives.

He has the "gift", the terrible "resurrection".

This powerful healing power is enough for Bolog to deal with most non-fatal injuries, and there are also dead demons and cyan soul fragments here, providing Bolog with a steady stream of power.

Burrog dodged most of the throwing knives, but just as he was approaching Norm, a flying knife passed silently, and it cut Burrog's index finger.

It can be clearly observed that something began to spread along the wound, and the thin blood vessels turned from bright red to pitch black, and then lost all consciousness.

Instinctively, Bologo turned and moved, and gave up the attack on Noam. At the same time, the jackknife cut off the index finger that had started to turn black, and quickly avoided it. The bloody silver snake entangled him until Bologo Back into darkness again.

And so the confrontation ended, with Burrog and Noam at a safe distance, just as far as the chains could extend.

He stuck the jackknife on the ground, raised his hand, and looked at the location of the severed finger. The blood was bright red and not contaminated.

"This is your 'secret energy'?"

After several fights, Burlogo finally tried Noam's trump card, whispering.

"Blood and poison..."

Seeing this, Noam also admitted frankly. He retracted the chain, inserted the short knife back into his waist, and stroked the chain with his bloody palm, so that his own blood evenly soaked every corner of the chain.

"In legend, dragon's blood can make people powerful, but it also contains poison."

Noam said relaxedly, the "alchemy matrix" on his body was also glowing, and the blood that was smeared immediately seemed to be boiling, and fine bubbles emerged and burst on it.

Secret Energy Dragon Blood.

This is Noam's "secret energy". The blood in his body will be transformed into highly poisonous "dragon blood", and strengthening his physical strength is only a part of the power of "dragon blood".

The chain seemed to be poisoned, and Bologo had a deep understanding of the deadly toxin. The moment he was cut, his index finger already showed signs of death.

"So... that's all?"

Burlogo asked slightly disappointed.

He freed his left hand and bit the jackknife in his mouth, like a wolf holding a sharp blade.

The right hand hangs down, holding the shock hammer tightly, and the whole body is arched.

Bologo could see those cyan debris wrapped around him, and as they merged into his body, Bologo's strength was also increasing step by step.

The soul determines the body.

With the filling of soul fragments, it seems to be able to temporarily strengthen oneself, increasing its own strength.

Out of the shadows.

Norm only saw a smear of cyan attacking, he swung the chain vigorously, and the poisonous silver snake bit at Bolog, as long as the whip hit Bolog, the poison would sweep across Bolog's body along the wound , as long as one hit, Norm can win.

The silver snake drew a curved trajectory and flew towards Bologo from one side, but his speed increased sharply, and the entangled silver snake bit into a piece of air, it turned its head and threw itself at Bologo again, entangled heavily.

The clattering chains surrounded Bologo, he had no room to dodge, and there was no need to dodge. Bologo stretched out his left hand to clamp the chains, and then tightened them, strangling the dancing silver snake.

Hit!
Joy flashed in Noam's eyes. After all, Bologo was a mortal body. The whipping and friction of the chains could easily scratch the skin, and the poison poured into the palm in an instant.

In a few seconds, Bologo couldn't feel the existence of his left hand, as if it had turned into a mass of heavy lead. In fact, it was the same. The blood on the palm disappeared and turned into a strange gray-black color, but it was still firmly in place. Grab the chain and render the venomous silver snake useless.

Norm's only long-distance attack method was limited, and he knew this, but he also knew that the poison would soon spread along Burrog's palm to his arms and even his whole body.

"Dragon's blood" can paralyze the nerves, which is why Nome has the ability to limit those demons. They are paralyzed by "dragon's blood" and become lambs to be slaughtered. Soon Burogo also becomes one of them.

The sound of tearing flesh and blood sounded.

Norm's eyes were dull, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

At the cost of sacrificing his left hand, Bologo limited the restlessness of the chain, so that only his left hand was affected by the poison. When he advanced in front of Noam, he clenched his jackknife and slashed at the dark left hand. .

The palm was broken, and even the chain was freed again. Burogo blocked the spread of the poison. At the same time, he jumped high and swung the hammer, and the dark shadow wrapped Nome.

He was decisive and decisive, without any hesitation, as if what Bologo cut off was not his own palm, but just some kind of burden that hindered him from killing the enemy.

In the blazing blue pupils, there is only the winter-like death silence.

"It's time to read the verdict! Norm!"

Burrog declared loudly.

Noam roared and drew out his dagger, swung the chain, and made the final counterattack, but he knew in his heart that he lost, and Burrog was too close, and the hammer that shook the world had already been raised high.

The sound of wrath pierced the darkness.

"Whoever gets punished gets punished! Whoever deserves punishment deserves punishment!"

Like the divine punishment that fell, the gavel that fell when the presiding judge convicts.

Breaking the chain, shattering the dagger, crushing the flesh and blood, and tearing the bones into countless pieces.

A hammer is fixed.

(End of this chapter)