Endless Debt.

Chapter 228 Trap
The reason why the Night Clan is powerful is not only their undead characteristics, but more importantly, their large number. After years of self-study, the Night Clan has developed a complete set of alchemy for blood.

It is said that they can extract fragments of memory from blood and trace the source of blood.

Olivia obtained Palmer's blood, and she recorded Palmer's aura, which was a threat in itself, telling herself that she was being targeted by a night clan.

Palmer doesn't trust his own luck, but he trusts his partner. The two always act together. When Olivia really seeks revenge, he believes that Burrog, who is also an undead, can handle it perfectly. all of these.

Thank you so much, Burlogo!

You are my best partner!
Palmer shouted his thanks to his partner in his heart. As for the feeling of guilt, there is no sense of guilt in Palmer's dictionary.

There is a huge gap in the top of the head, and on the section of the rock, you can see dense blood holes dripping with blood, and the section of flesh and blood is still wriggling, growing new shoots, towards the two fresh flesh and blood below. stick out.

"See you next time, Burrog... hope you survive."

Olivia half threatened, half jokingly said that while she was angry, she actually had some expectations, hoping that the two freaks she met today would survive.

There are many people in this world, but there are very few people like them. If possible, Olivia would like to make specimens of them and put them in her collection.

She is not a devil and cannot obtain these weird souls, but at least she can seal their bodies.

The figure began to blur, and then completely disintegrated into a cloud of dissipated smoke.

Palmer did not let go of his vigilance, and looked warily at the place where Olivia disappeared. After a few minutes of nothing unusual, he heaved a sigh of relief and fell against the wall.

The spirit relaxed, and then intense pain came from the body.

Both he and Olivia were within the range of the explosion. The undead Night Clan was naturally fine, but the flesh and blood Palmer was seriously injured.

There were bloodstains under the skirt, and the scratches Olivia left on his body were late. The wound was not deep, but the ether crawled down the wound like a poisonous snake, biting his nerves.

Fortunately, I passed the test of salt and sulfur, and I was not so fragile, otherwise Palmer would have passed out long ago.

Looking at the flesh and blood crawling around, Palmer understood that this is not a good place to be in a coma, maybe when he wakes up, there is only half of his body left.

Pulling out the pocket knife at his waist, Palmer leaned on the pocket knife and stood up with difficulty, while holding up the revolver named Guanlei with the other hand.

The extended flesh and blood are being shaped, with pale, spine-like bones as the main body, densely packed finger bones growing along its periphery, and then covered with a layer of sticky flesh and blood, like a huge scarlet worm.

There were more and more such worms, and Palmer fired back. After each shot, a worm exploded into a bloody mist, but soon they would grow again, as hard to kill as weeds.

"Hurry up!"

As the fire continued, Palmer yelled irritably.

It was not clear what he was calling for, but just as Palmer was surrounded by giant snake-like worms and was about to be completely eaten, the sea of ​​fog behind the gate violently stirred.

Palmer knew what was coming. Amidst the severe pain and confusion, he struggled to raise his spirits and summoned the howling wind.

Throwing all the throwing knives on his body, they surrounded Palmer, forming a storm of sharp blades, beheading the approaching worms one by one.

In an instant, the scarlet blood mist wrapped Palmer, and the blood soaked through his clothes and spread evenly on his body. He almost turned into a blood man.
Minced meat and bone chips flew, and a large number of worms died, but soon there were new ones attacking them, and they came forward one after another, and the throwing knives also began to shatter, turning into iron pieces and waving.

The wind died down, and Palmer leaned aside, watching the hungry worms.

A second before dying, a huge silence struck.

Palmer felt a sense of suffocation for a moment, like a fish leaving the sea, but the worms reacted stronger than him, as if they had been poisoned, the worms twitched violently, and the broken flesh did not Continue to resurrect, but keep dripping blood.

The sound of heavy breathing came from the sea of ​​fog. It was a monotonous sound at first, and then the sound of breathing became denser, joining this silent concerto.

Palmer saw the gray ghosts coming from the sea of ​​fog.

Their attire is a bit weird, it looks like a modern military uniform, but on the chest and other important parts, the cloth and the iron armor are glued together.

Everyone is wearing a gray helmet, and the helmet is connected with the faceless mask, like a doll, and the low breathing sound is heard from the breathing valve under the mask, one after another.

Someone was carrying a heavy shield, another hand was holding a warhammer, someone was holding a machine gun, and the ammunition chain extended to the ammunition bag behind him, and two of them were carrying flamethrowers, and the little flames flickered .

A modern and retro team, the leader of them is a man in simple attire, he does not have as complicated equipment as others, but wears a saber on his waist, like a commander on the battlefield.

Without any words, the commander drew out his saber, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger in an instant, and Palmer knew exactly what happened.

Ether is forbidden.

Under the command of the commander, all the ethers are fleeing this area at high speed, and wherever they march, every inch of land will be in an etheric vacuum.

The rest of the team also moved, the flamethrower was activated, and the hot fire burned the growing flesh, and the pungent smoke made Palmer cough again and again.

The growth of rotten roots requires ether as support, and in the vacuum of ether, they are at most just a weird mass of flesh and blood.

A hoarse scream sounded from above the flesh and blood, and was burned into a pitch-black charred shell amidst howling.

The shield-wielding team members swung their warhammers, smashing the scorched shells to pieces, crushing them into pieces, and the team members moved across to open a way in the overgrown flesh and blood.

Nothing seemed to be able to stop them, and the team advanced in an orderly manner, silent like a group of gray gods of death.

"Rotten roots have spread, and they are rooted in the Colosseum at the top."

Seeing the commander approaching, Palmer quickly reported.

"It is certain that the Immortal Heart has appeared, and that is why the Scarlet Sect came." Palmer said without any nonsense, neatly, "The tyrant responded to this by granting everyone asylum and using utopian The fruit is the promise."

The commander nodded and turned to look at the team member holding the hand crossbow. He paused for a few seconds and said, "I can indeed feel the blessing of another force. When we are against the Scarlet Sect , and the power of the tyrant is upon us."

"Do you want to change the target?" asked the team member holding the shield.

He was the tallest in the team, and correspondingly, he had the thickest armor, just like a steel rhinoceros.

"Sido?"

Palmer was serious for a few minutes and asked tentatively.

It's a pity that the other party didn't pay attention to him. Everyone in the anti-riot operation team was hidden under the mask.

"No, act according to the original plan and block this place." The commander ordered.

"Blockade? The higher-ups are already going crazy over these two ghosts!" Palmer yelled loudly when he saw his unhurried look.

"It's not important." The commander shook his head and ordered to the team members, "Continue to blockade and suppress every Sublimator we see. We must not let anyone leave."

Palmer was stunned, he didn't understand what the man said, and he struggled to get up, he yelled directly.

"Yas! What are you doing!"

The mission of this trip is to capture the Immortal Heart, and I finally blew up the passage. These people should slash towards the Colosseum aggressively, overthrow the Orangutan Sect, and call it a day with the Immortal Heart.

But now the situation has changed, and Palmer doesn't understand the status quo at all.

The mask bounced off, revealing Yas's face, he looked at Palmer expressionlessly, and said softly.

"Palmer, I give you orders as the head of Team Six, Riot Operations."

Palmer was stunned, and his next words plunged his thoughts into complete confusion and fear.

"You have been incorporated into the operation against the King's Shield Guard, and you will be in charge of me until you meet up with your team leader."

The mask was closed, and a suppressed voice sounded from under the breathing valve.

"go ahead."

Yas stopped talking nonsense and led the team forward. Another team member came up, he injected medicine for Palmer, and briefly treated the wound.

Sido picked up Palmer with one hand and carried him like a sack, and a group of people marched towards the Colosseum in a murderous spirit.

King's Shieldguard is an unfamiliar term to Palmer, but from Yas's words, he can understand that he will join his team leader.

His own team leader, Lebius Lovisa.

Palmer smiled nervously. This mission was indeed a joint operation between the sixth group and the special operations group. Not only he and Burlogo were included in the mission, but also Jeffrey and Lebius.

Hmm... There's really nothing wrong with it, but I never thought that these two people would also be included in the mission staff.

Unlike the expected riots at the venue, with the sixth group snatching the heart of immortality, the target of the Bureau of Order is someone else, and the other party is so important that Lebius also appeared, and he knew the truth of the mission only at this time.

What a pleasant surprise.

"Thank you for running fast."

Palmer muttered to himself, he thought of Olivia who had just disappeared.

Olivia is right, this is a trap, a trap for everyone.

(End of this chapter)