Endless Debt.

Chapter 414 Stormrage Forgives Forgiveness
"Is this secret power the next stage of the Hand of Calling?"

Jeffrey read the report written by Bologo, which contained his explanation of his own secret power, but no matter how detailed Bologo's description was, it was not as good as the demonstration in actual combat. It should be more intuitive.

So Jeffrey raised his head and looked at the two people under the high platform. In the vast space of the actual combat room, Bologo looked forward expressionlessly, while his opponent looked excited, exercising his muscles and bones from time to time. He also cast a provocative look.

"Flame from the cauldron...why did he come up with such a strange name?" Jeffrey asked the people beside him.

"He said that when he used the secret energy to cast steel, he felt like a war blacksmith, killing the enemy with a hot iron sword that hadn't cooled down yet, so he came up with such a name."

Lebius had already read the report. As an expert, Bologo also wrote down the deep meaning of the name very comprehensively. Bologo's overly rigorous attitude made people laugh and cry.

"Why are you here too?"

Lebius looked to the other side, and Bailey looked excitedly at the two people who were preparing to fight below. Beside her were Amy as an assistant, and Badr who was inseparable.

"Of course it is to record the data. On the one hand, it is the power from the overlord Xilin, and on the other hand, it is the perfect path of the Krex family... You also want to know how they are."

Bai Li beamed with joy, like a spectator watching a duel, longing for blood and death, to stimulate the numb nerves.

Lebius was silent for a moment, holding this actual combat, he just wanted to observe the application of Bologo's secret energy in actual combat with his own eyes, and never thought about it.

Bai Li's words aroused the interest of several people. One was the undead who had usurped the absolute power of the Kogadel Empire, and the other was one of the founding families of the Bureau of Order and the heir of the Krex family.

I can never get enough of this kind of duel, only Ai Miao seemed a little flustered, not knowing why the promotion ceremony was finally over, and why he was going to fight again.

Jeffrey said, "Palmer has no chance of winning. In the case of one-on-one at the same level, few people can defeat the undead."

"I don't expect Palmer to win, as long as he doesn't lose too badly." Bailey raised her eyebrows, "Do you want to place a bet?"

Levius had no interest in this, but when Jeffrey heard the bet, his eyes drifted. Bailey knew that she had succeeded, and she elbowed Amy beside her, "Do you want to go together?"

Amyu is innocent and difficult to integrate into the calculations between these old foxes, but she still knows that there must be a winner or loser between Burlogo and Palmer.

"I bet on the burrogo."

This kind of thing is not worth hesitating at all.

Below the high platform, Burlogo looked away from the people above and landed on Palmer.

"I guess they're betting on who we're going to win," Burrogo said.

"I think so," Palmer took a deep breath, and facing Burlogo would inevitably be under pressure. "It makes me feel like we are fighters in the arena."

Burrog nodded, "At least we don't have to fight to the death."

"Well...not necessarily, anyway, you are undead, you die, and I live, it's okay." At this time, Palmer still upholds his humorous style.

"Usually I can promise you, but this time I can't."

Burrog shook his head, gearing up.

It took him a lot of effort to get out of the frontier nursing home yesterday. The facts are similar to what Burlogo imagined. These people feel that they have mental illness, half of which stems from their own suicide, and the other half comes from Palmer. Fan the flames.

Thanks to the bastard's nonsense, Bologlian did several pages of psychological test questions, and was released after confirming his temporary mental stability.

Burlogo had to beat Palmer to vent his anger, even though he was his partner and roommate.

"So why did you commit suicide? You don't seem like the kind of person who commits suicide on a whim."

Palmer really knew Borrog a little too much. No one else was aware of this, and he was easily fooled by Borrog. Only Palmer paid attention to this and kept asking questions.

"If you win, I'll tell you."

Burlogo wasn't going to tell Palmer anything about the astronaut or anything about him, Burlogo wasn't even going to tell Lebius about it.

In Bologo's knowledge, the only person who can talk to him about this information is Nethaniel, the deputy director of the Order Bureau and now the Minister of Field Service.

As the Glorious One, Nethaniel has enough strength to deal with any possible accidents.

"Speaking of which, since you were promoted to a believer, it seems that you haven't told me the nature of your secret power after you have been promoted."

Burlogo tested Palmer, even if he was training him, he had to go all out.

"Compared to my explanation, you can try it yourself."

Palmer backed away slowly. He still remembered his experience as a sparring partner for Bologo. After this guy obtained the secret power, he chased and tortured him. Now is a good opportunity to fight back.

Burrog opened his coat and took out a jackknife from his pocket. The metal was extended section by section, and the blade reflected Palmer in the distance.

Until now, Bologo still misses his Sly Snake Scale Liquid very much. After losing this powerful alchemy weapon, all that Bologo can use is a jackknife and a shock hammer.

Palmer also put on a posture, with his hands reaching behind his clothes, and gripping the cold metal tightly, like a wounded arrow.

Almost at the same moment, bright light burst out from the pupils of the two, and then the alchemy matrix spread and grew, mobilizing the surging ether.

Palmer waved dozens of icy knife lights with both hands, and Bologo could barely see the flying knives that were thrown into the wind. They flashed by and disappeared. All that could be heard was the sharp sound that was cutting through the gale.

Bologo's body arched, and the ether boosted his body, leaping a distance of several meters in an instant. The cyan fireworks wrapped around the jackknife. Under Burlogo's reconstruction, the hollow gap inside the jackknife was Filled, and then the blade became narrower and longer.

The cyan fireworks walked with Burrog, like a rain of fire, throwing a trail of flames behind him.

"It's terrible!"

Palmer took off and jumped back. Facing Bologo was already stressful enough. When Bologo raised his knife and slashed at you aggressively, he was like a blue angry tiger.

He obviously didn't wear the face of terror, but the fear he exerted still kept hitting Palmer. Should it be said that it is Bologo?Immersed in the blood for too long, so long that I was also infected with the same breath.

"Keep your distance! Burrog!"

Palmer showed the same fanatical smile under the pressure. Burrog, who was advancing at a high speed, hadn't noticed anything yet, but in the next second, Burrog felt that he had crashed into the quagmire.

Huge pressure came from all directions, squeezing his body and restraining his actions. It was even said that Bologo's breathing had begun to be difficult, and his lungs were being squeezed by a huge force, as if they were about to be squeezed.

Bologo held his breath and raised his head stubbornly. Palmer was on top of his head. When he was a sublimator, Palmer had the ability to stay in the air for a short time. Now that he has become a believer, this ability has been improved a step further. improved.

"It's also part of the wind!"

Palmer cheered, and the dense beeping quickly approached Borrog, and the bright lights of the knives were mixed together, like a school of fish swimming in the wind, with shiny scales.

Burrog tried to move, but the pressure gradually increased, making Burrog seem to be imprisoned in a cage.

Air pressure?
Burrog faintly sensed the source of the pressure, and he entered the range of Palmer's secret power, and stepped into the heavy air pressure.

The cyan fireworks expanded and released, and then the ground burned by the fireworks began to collapse. Countless gravel rose up and surrounded Bologo, blocking the attack route of the throwing knife, and then the sound of metal impact continued.

After being promoted, Palmer's secret energy has been further strengthened. He can not only control the air flow, but also control the air pressure, so as to slow down the target...

Not just slow.

Palmer picked up a throwing knife and threw it towards Bologo. Even if Palmer applied an ether boost, this slender throwing knife still had difficulty breaking through Burlogo's layers of defense.

But under Boluoge's gaze, the figure of the throwing knife began to blur, and in the next second it seemed to appear out of thin air, arriving in front of Boluogo.

The lingering sound of tearing came slowly at this time, the rising stones shattered one after another, and countless fragments built a broken road, filled with dust.

This path is the attacking route of the flying knife.

There was an increasingly ear-piercing sound of rubbing, and Bologo waved the jackknife in his hand, and the two collided together, and the flames continued to fly. Bologo felt that he was fighting with a bull, and then shook the flying knife away, but There was also a deep cut on the pocket knife.

There was a confident smile on Palmer's face. In the past, he was at an absolute disadvantage in the face of Borrog, but at this moment he was finally hardened.

"How does it feel? Burrog."

Palmer was arrogant.

Burrog nodded approvingly, "It's a good application, but it doesn't feel like something you can come up with. Is it the Krex family's skill?"

Half of Palmer's arrogance was extinguished. Being born in a big family was a good thing. The predecessors had tried and made mistakes for Palmer, and summed up many skills from it.

Palmer doesn't need to develop the secret power by himself. From the moment he obtains the secret power, the knowledge he learned at Klex's house as a child can be used on it.

Burrog roughly guessed why the blow was so powerful, and Palmer opened the way with the gust of wind, and the air pressure pushed the throwing knife, causing it to release like a firecracker.

Now this bastard is a humanoid turret.

While Borrog was thinking, Palmer waved his hand gracefully like an orchestra conductor, sweeping across his body, leaving behind throwing knives lifted by the strong wind one after another, the icy metal reflected the radiance of ether. Light.

Mysterious Energy · Stormrage Forgiveness.

Palmer raised his fist as if he were slamming the primer of the bullet, and threw it with a roar.

"with full force!"

The galloping knife light almost cut through the space, and fell like a meteor, leaving little time for Bologo to react. He still faced the incoming light rain calmly as usual.

Stepping forward, the blazing green fireworks soared, engulfing everything around.

　The lord's addition, let me give me a few days first, the manuscript is really a bit late, it should be two more at the moment...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)