Endless Debt.

Chapter 428 Battle of the Clouds
The storm is approaching Morrowind. In contrast, this ancient castle group is so small that it seems that it will be swallowed up and destroyed in the next second. However, facing such a doomsday scene, the people inside the castle react very quickly. Plain, even a little accustomed to it.

"Those mercenaries are here again. It's really endless."

The man was sitting by the window, sniffing the cool sea breeze, playing with the chess pieces on the chessboard.

This is a guy who makes it difficult to distinguish gender. If he is a man, he looks a bit too handsome, as if he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, his skin is morbidly pale, and the whole person looks Like a marble statue carved by a famous artist, but this exquisite statue has opened its eyes at this moment.

But if you want to regard her as a woman, she doesn't have too obvious feminine features. Her short hair covers her brows, her eyes hide a sharp heroism, her figure seems slender, and her gestures are irresistible. feel.

This is a man of strength, which is deeply understood by both the people and animals he deals with.

"Can't we chase them into the raging sea and wipe them all out? If you have nothing to do, come and attack the Morrowind Base once. Even if they don't bother you, I will."

He complained endlessly. Since the appearance of this group of mercenaries not long ago, they have attacked from time to time. Although they have never achieved any effective results, they still continue to drop a large number of corpses on the coast.

There were bursts of deep sounds in the room, like the roar of some kind of beast. He raised his head and looked into the corner. He could vaguely see the outline of the monster in the dim light. It was hard to imagine what kind of monster it was, even if it was lying on the On the ground, it was still about the size of a person, and covered with thick hair.

"Be quiet."

He sullenly said, "The mercenaries are here, and I can't go out. What are you complaining about?"

It was obviously such a tall monster, but after hearing his reprimand, the monster's voice weakened, like a scolded dog, wailing in bursts.

Putting the chess pieces aside, according to his plan, he was going to go out for a stroll, but the arrival of mercenaries disrupted his schedule, which made him very irritable.

Looking out of the window, he guessed that the familiar plot would be staged soon. As usual, these black-armored soldiers rushed close to the cliff, and then the Desublimers of the Krex family would be dispatched, inside the shelter of the Sky Tower Fight to kill them all.

If necessary, they will pursue for a certain distance, but out of vigilance against the opponent, no one will pursue deep into the raging sea of ​​​​thunderstorms without a defender.

He waited idly, and then a flash of fire erupted in mid-air, burning up a large number of wind erosion birds.

Ok?It's okay, at least some changes have been made to today's program.

At this time, the monster in the corner seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly got up. It stood up and almost reached the roof, filling the room.

"Wait a minute! Can't go out yet!"

He raised his hand to dissuade him, but the monster suddenly didn't listen to his order, opened the door with its head open, and ran wildly along the stairs.

……

The sea of ​​fire passed through, and there were a lot of corpses on the ground, but these black-armored soldiers moved forward silently as before, stepping on piles of corpses.

They seem to have no intelligence at all, but some kind of walking corpse that only depends on orders.

Cyan fireworks swept across the earth, and Bologo mobilized sand, gravel and dust, interspersed with snake scale fluid solidified into barbed wire, and the dust python jumped into the crowd, wantonly devouring the black armored soldiers, and the metal scraped The armor, the sparks that burst out further ignited the red mercury, setting off the killing of death.

With his own strength, Bologo temporarily restrained the advance of the black-armored soldiers, and Palmer also launched the air gun in coordination, like armor-piercing projectiles fired by a giant cannon, each blow can knock down a large number of figures.

Aimu leaped back and forth between the cliffs, and landed on the coast belatedly. She immediately noticed the abnormality as soon as she landed.

The etheric reactions of these black-armored soldiers are too weird. Although they are much weaker than the normal decondensers in the first stage, their etheric reactions are also surprisingly consistent.

The ether reaction of each sublimation person has subtle differences, just like the different voices when people speak. Normally, even if the other party cannot be observed, the identity of the other party can be judged by detecting the ether reaction.

Unless deliberate imitation, otherwise the same ether reaction will hardly appear among the sublimation fighters, but these black armor soldiers are different, there are hundreds of them, but the ether reaction is the same.

Taking advantage of Burrog and Palmer attracting firepower, Amyu dragged a dead body and forcefully peeled off his visor, revealing a pale blood-stained face in his eyes.

It was the face of a middle-aged man, his eyes were opened, the pupils were cloudy milky white, exuding a strange dead air.

Aimu dragged another corpse and pried off the visor vigorously. As expected, the two corpses had the same face.

They have the same face, the same body.

Amy felt that things had become more complicated, and she wanted to warn Burlogo of this, but at this moment, the changes on the battlefield suddenly occurred again.

The wind-eroded birds circling in the sky obeyed some kind of order, and after a brief hovering, they swooped down one after another, and the desire to attack of the black-armored soldiers also greatly increased.

Like a bad omen before a disaster, the surrounding light quickly receded, and the thick cloud, driven by the storm, completely covered the fortress of the morning wind. It was clearly noon, but it was in the endless night.

The flames of the cauldron illuminated the dark battlefield, and Bologo looked at more black-armored soldiers coming out of the storm, and then he noticed some abnormal etheric reactions mixed in this silent army.

"We call upon the cloud, and from now on we may fight in daylight."

For some reason, Borrog recalled Thurley's words, the voice was so clear, as if Thurley was beside him, telling him about the long past.

Borrog didn't participate in the Dawn War, but like instinct, he felt that he had crossed the barrier of time and was on the battlefield of that long ago.

"Be careful of the Night Clan!"

Bologo decisively issued a warning, and his guess was correct. Almost at the same time as Bologo issued a warning, the scarlet color shone brightly in the darkness, and bloodthirsty murmurs continued.

It was pitch black that almost merged with the shadows. If it wasn't for the pair of scarlet eyes that were too eye-catching, even Bologo would have difficulty noticing their existence.

The opponent's speed was fast, walking between the black armored soldiers, and the black armored soldiers seemed to cooperate, covering the opponent's actions.

The flames of the cauldron burned to their heart's content, raising high walls one after another on the flat ground, forming a fan-shaped labyrinth, which hindered the enemy's advance and set traps at the same time.

Some black-armored soldiers rushed into it blindly, and the high wall collapsed in an instant, and intertwined with clusters of stone spears took their lives, but this did not hinder the progress of the Night Clan. Unlike these stupid black-armored soldiers, their Much faster and with a clear strategy.

The most important thing is that the opponent is also undead, undead in groups.

Burrog can rely on the Flame of Fire to perceive the opponent's route, but this is not Burrog's specialty after all. There is a certain delay between the opponent's movement and self-perception.

For this reason, when the high wall in front of Bologo was shattered, and his scarlet eyes were reflected in front of him, Bologo just reluctantly raised the blade made of snake scale fluid, and slashed at his opponent.

The icy metal sliced ​​through the wind and rain, stuck into the flesh, smashed the solid bones, and then pushed forward until it broke out.

As if splashing paint, Borrog used the blade as a paintbrush to draw a striking bloodstain in the rain, and then the crack split along the opponent's neck and spread to the chest, restraining the opponent's pain with absolute pain. go ahead.

The Ye Clan's offensive stagnated, and he stood upright in front of Bologo. When the sharp blade cut his body, his body began to heal itself.

There was a mad look on his pale face, he obsessively licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Bologo frantically.

"The taste of the lord..."

The murderous intent in Ye Clan's eyes disappeared, and turned into a greedy obsession with Bologo, as if he wanted to eat Bologo alive.

"Another neuropathy!"

Burrogo scolded, raised his sword again, and pierced his opponent's chest.

(End of this chapter)