Endless Debt.

Chapter 329 Sublimation Theme
"what have you done?"

Burrog looked at Amy with a dull gaze. Various negative states enveloped him, but the most deadly was the paralysis of the nerves and the escape of the ether.

"The alchemy bullet specially prepared for you, I call it the Forbidden Spirit Bullet, as for its effect, you should feel it, right?"

Amy walked towards Burrog as he said softly, and the gun shot precisely, hitting Burrog's chest continuously, beating him into a sieve.

"The toxin contained in it can paralyze the nerves and affect the alchemy matrix. To a certain extent, it can penetrate the critical defense of the moment soul."

Bologo's pupils were bloodshot, his heart was beating violently, and even his breathing became short of breath, his body knelt down slowly, his limbs were numb and cold.

"You should know the critical moment of the soul, right? The defense mechanism derived from the alchemy matrix protects the sublimator's dominance over himself and over his own ether.

Forbidden bullets can penetrate the critical moment of the soul, causing the loss of control of the ether, and causing the ether to leave your alchemy matrix. "

Amy made an analogy, "It's like a bucket leaking a hole, you can continue to absorb ether from the outside world, but it's definitely not as fast as the passing speed."

"You only leave this deadly weapon to me?" Burrog hissed.

While paralyzing the nerves, it can also intervene in the alchemy matrix and penetrate the threshold of the moment soul. The power of this alchemy warhead is really terrifying. If it is used properly, it can completely change the direction of the battle.

But it was such an alchemy warhead that Amyu actually used on himself, and Burlogo didn't know whether he should feel honored or something else.

"No way, it can only affect the first-stage decondenser, and it has to hit the target directly. If it is an ordinary first-stage decondenser, if it is hit by a bullet head-on, most of them will die. Disorder... and only you will be alive and kicking."

Amyu pulled the trigger one last time, sending the last spirit bullet into Burrog's body.

Bologo felt a sharp pain, even though he was at a disadvantage, he still challenged, "I'm really flattered."

Amyu said indifferently, "Just take it seriously."

There are countless traps set by Aimu here. If you are lucky, even the believers will have a chance to kill them. They can be used on Bologo. There are two results.

Relying on them, coupled with Amyu's all-out efforts, he barely restrained Bologo, and what Amyu didn't say was that the forbidden spirit bullet can only reduce Bologo's own ether, and there is still a time limit for this.

Once the duration expires, it doesn't take long for Burrog to return to its full power.

Fortunately, Amyu prepared perfectly, and she would not give Burlogo any chance.

When he was injured, the self-healing of the time-traveling axis was also carried out simultaneously, making Burlogo fall into a state of being seriously injured and not dead.

For Burrog, this state is not good, he can't make effective actions, and he can't die to reset.

Without any hesitation, Bologo decisively ordered towards the Snake Scale Liquid.

The icy snake crawled up Burrog's neck, ready to bite off Burrog's throat and reset his state with death.

The black palm full of scratches and dents stretched out, strangled the snake, and Amy came like the wind, appearing in front of Bologo.

"You have already used this trick."

Aimu looked down at Bologo, the negative effect brought by the forbidden spirit bullet slowed down Bologo's reaction, and before he could take the next step, he saw a black shadow sweeping past, and Bologo's hands came Cracking pain.

"I know you too well! Burrog."

Two daggers pierced through Bologo's arms. Amy was well aware of the nature of the secret energy, the Hand of Calling. The toxin on the dagger further eroded Bologo's perception, making it difficult for him to release the Hand of Calling accurately.

Out of control, the Snake Scale Fluid seemed to be boiling, rising and falling continuously.

"I didn't expect you to deal with me so seriously..." Bologo felt that she had fallen into Amyu's hands this time, and she had calculated herself to the death from the beginning.

Amyu challenged, "Do you feel ashamed? Experts also have a day of defeat?"

"Shame? I just feel a little sad," Burrog said with a relaxed attitude, "You prepared this weapon... because you guessed it? I will definitely come to you."

Amyu's movements froze, and then she whispered, "I'm sorry."

In terms of apology, she has said enough today, but she always feels that it is not enough.

Bologo said with an open mind, "Instead of saying I'm sorry, it's better to have a good chat with me, I'm quite generous."

Aimiao ignored him, still looking depressed, "You are very professional, it's just that I cheated."

"Cheating?"

Aimu didn't intend to explain anything. She stretched out her hand and dragged Bologo vigorously. She was afraid that Bologo would die completely. Ge healed himself too quickly, and from time to time he made up for Burlogo a few times.

Her movements were clean and neat, completely different from the girl in my impression who was a little afraid of strangers. Amyu was as cold as a butcher, and she was a lamb to be slaughtered.

Really?
Burrog clenched his fists secretly. He understood what Amyu's so-called cheating was. She used the time travel back to know her arrival.

For this encounter, Aimu was fully prepared, and Burlogo even felt that Aimu hadn't considered the escape plan and the pursuit of the king's shield guard at all.

In this time regression, everything Amyu did was to deal with himself.

why?Sacrifice a precious chance to go back in time, just to beat yourself up?
Burrowgo was a little puzzled, but he felt he would soon know why.

Amyu acted against reason, instead of fleeing, she just dragged Burlogo and took him to the living room of a building.

Burlogo thinks that this should be Amy's temporary idea, because she chose here on the way here.

There has been no one living here for many years, dust is everywhere, and under the corrosion of the fog, the wood and masonry look dilapidated.

Bologo was thrown on the sofa, panting in pain, while Amy sat firmly aside, and the two fell silent in unison.

If you forget what happened before, the injuries on the two of them, and the hellish environment, the atmosphere is actually quite warm.

"What? A truce?"

Burrog moved his body and leaned on the sofa in a comfortable position.

He is considered to be a prisoner of Aimu now, and he can't make any effective resistance, but Bologo has no sense of shame as a prisoner... To be precise, from the time the two scolded and fought each other, Bologo I feel the nature has changed.

It's not a fight, it's more like a fight, even now.

Amyu said coldly, "Do you think there is any point in continuing the fight between the two of us?"

"Meaning? I don't think meaning is important... In fact, I quite enjoy this process."

Burrogo's answer is still in line with his character. Once he enters the working state, he is an outright violent maniac, just like a child on the beach, who takes pleasure in destroying sand castles.

Amy sneered a few times, and at this moment Burrog continued, "Why didn't you run away? Amy, are you ready to face all this?
Several daggers were stuck in Burrog's body, his chest was bloody and bloody, but he felt that he was in good condition, so he had an ugly smile on his face.

Amy didn't answer Burlogo's question, but instead asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at the situation we're in now, I feel like an expert negotiator trying to find a way to bring you back from the brink of destruction."

Burrog said with joy, thanking him for the time spent with Palmer. Burrog is not as cold as before, and he has some humor in him.

"Not long ago, our conversations were carried out in the form of fighting, but now we have been able to communicate face-to-face calmly without fighting."

Burrog looked at his body again, "Of course, if you are willing to help me pull out these daggers, I think it will be more beneficial to our dialogue."

Amyu took a deep look at Bologo. Although her hands were covered with Bologo's blood, she still put on a pair of helplessness and reprimands that can only be seen among friends.

"Bologo, do you think Palmer is a normal person?"

"Probably...not counting." Burrog thought carefully and shook his head.

"Then you don't talk like Palmer, it just makes things worse...and you're not as funny as Palmer."

"Why is it not as interesting as him." Burlogo suddenly had a strange desire to win.

"When Palmer jokes, his tone will be exaggerated and his expression will be very contrived, like a comedian. As for you? With your cold posture, saying such words will only make people feel provocative. "

Burrog nodded in thought, and he was actually thinking about how to talk more interestingly.

Then Burlogo said, "Provocation? I think it's okay to use provocation at this time."

The conversation between the two was very smooth, just like a bickering between friends, but a few minutes ago the two were fighting to the death, even now, Burlogo's miserable appearance made people panic.

Everything in front of him is very strange, the dead and abandoned buildings, the permeating poisonous mist, the rebellious alchemist puppet with scars, and an undead man full of daggers and blood, but still calm and telling jokes.

All kinds of elements came together, and Burlogo couldn't help muttering, "I think we are like making a movie."

"It's really like making a movie."

Amy gently stroked the fantasy species on his chest, and the time regression caused by the fantasy species was like a movie that was constantly remade. Unfortunately, it still couldn't get the scene that Aimiao wanted.

"If you were the director, how would you make this movie?" Aimur asked Burlogo.

"Huh? My word..."

The two naturally blended into this absurd conversation and chatted.

"First come a lot of blood and violence, then a little bit of love and hatred, and add some cold jokes at the right time, as well as my favorite rock music."

Borrog murmured, and then, as if thinking of something, he added.

"Oh, by the way, there is also the theme of the sublimation movie!"

(End of this chapter)