Endless Debt.

Chapter 448
In the dark night, the dark tide pushes a steady stream of bloodthirsty people to the coast. They don't need any rest. The moment they touch the ground, driven by the alchemy device on their bodies, they explode with unimaginable power and are tireless He rushed towards the Morrowind Fortress.

While being attacked, the Desublimers of the Crakes family also mobilized. Although they were at a disadvantage at first, they were still trying to resist. A lot of corpses.

Gradually, they discovered that not all bloodthirsty people would explode themselves, most bloodthirsty people were only extremely aggressive, and those bloodthirsty people with full explosive power were mixed among them.

Under this crazy offensive, the Night Clan took the upper hand, and continued to pour into the Morrowind Castle along the gap made by the wind erosion bird, extending the melee to the interior of the castle group.

Countless bloodthirsty people followed one after another, and the scarlet figure used them as a cover to sneak into the castle without a sound. Unlike these cannon fodders who were sent to death, she had a more important mission.

Zephyrin jumped up to the window nimbly. This place has not been covered by the flames of war, and the surrounding ether reaction is very rare, so it is a suitable position for sneaking in.

She walked through the long corridor vigilantly, her ruby-like pupils scanning every door, sensing the breath of living people and the fluctuation of ether.

Unlike the humble bloodthirsty, with Zephyrin's bloodline purity, she can be regarded as a high-level night clan. In this battle, she can be regarded as one of the commanders of the night clan.

There was a bright red light in the eyes, and the alchemy matrix emerged on the pale skin.

While Zeffilin was advancing, faint mist was spreading from her body. She was like a butterfly advancing, emitting bursts of sweet and fragrant butterfly powder with every flap of her wings.

The intoxicating breath spread, covering the entire area in a blink of an eye, and even the door could hardly prevent its infiltration. Some areas were protected by the Void Domain, and there was a surge of ether inside.

The light red mist still rushes away like nothing, and it reacted violently with the ether of the virtual domain, flickering arcs and sparks out of thin air, but soon the mist, like strong acid, gradually eroded the defense of the virtual domain, killing it collapse.

Some of the guards who stayed here noticed the weird mist, but before they found Zephyrin's position, the mist inhaled was like a powerful hallucinogen, and without any direct conflict, the guards were completely powerless. change.

When Zeffilin arrived, the mist that spread first had already solved all the defense measures for her, and she seemed to hold a master key to move unimpeded in the Morrowind Fortress.

It's just that the damn Morrowind is too big. Zeffilin stopped and took out a yellowed map from his pocket, which depicted the design of Morrowind. Judging from the markings in the corner, this The blueprint is a product of the Daybreak War 100 years ago.

After a hundred years of changes, the Krax family has expanded and built the Morrowind Fortress many times. The Morrowind Fortress has long been changed beyond recognition, and this damn map has no effect at all.

"Damn! Can't there be some reliable assistance?"

Zeffilin cursed in a low voice, she really wanted to tear up the map, but considering the importance of this mission, she put it away anyway.

For the next thing, you can only rely on yourself.

Zeffilin told herself that the map is unreliable now, and she needs some survivors, preferably some people with important positions in the Clark family, and only they know the secrets of this castle group.

The arc of ether flashed across the crimson pupils, and Zephyrin began to adjust the mist emitted by himself, changing from fainting and hallucinogenic to paralyzing.

Zephyrin then began to recall the list in her mind related to the Krex family. As the head of the house, Vorn was obviously not someone she could deal with. She began to search for suitable targets gradually along the list, and moved quickly in the building, towards the suspected The location of the mission target location is advanced.

When she reached a certain section of the corridor, Zeffilin stopped suddenly. Her mist was not only her means of attack, but also her expanded limbs, which could observe the movement of enemies in the mist.

With the strength of the ether she is outputting now, ordinary people will lose their ability to resist in an instant, and the sublimation practitioners at the first stage will be completely powerless after a short struggle.

But now in Zephyrin's perception, she noticed that a target unit was being eroded by the mist, but Zephyrin's mist had not penetrated it for a long time, and the opponent remained in place, without any resistance or movement.

This strange reaction made Zeffilin confused about his status. You must know that the opponent's resistance to the fog is at least a second-stage prayer believer.

Out of vigilance, Zeffilin was not careless. Her hands were covered with strong gauntlets, stretched out towards her back, and grabbed a folded weapon. Under the twisting of the metal joints, the weapon unfolded and turned into a deadly large weapon. Scythe with a chainsaw attached.

The flesh and blood being hit by it was no different from being hit by a chainsaw. Zeffilin grabbed the weapon tightly, and the target was just below her. Instead of breaking through rashly, she jumped out of the window and moved forward quietly.

……

Palmer is in a bad state right now, badly.

He was lying on the bed, his consciousness was constantly wandering between waking and sleeping, he vaguely felt that his body was very tired, but in comparison, his spirit was even worse.

Tired these days?

In a vague way, Palmer thought of such a thought, but he remembered that he didn't seem to do anything these days, how could he be tired?
Tired?

This is possible. After seeing Woxilin, his mood went up and down, and he gradually figured out the thoughts buried deep in his heart. All these made Palmer not know how to face himself, let alone how to deal with it. To Woxilin.

Palmer felt it was his own problem.

He realized this problem very early on, but he didn't know how to solve it, so he chose to escape. This is the curse that has been extended since his childhood.

parting.

Palmer is a person who is not good at parting, but the world is always full of parting, and when you have something, you are doomed to lose it.

Just like Vossilyn.

Palmer has Woxilin, but as the years go by, Wuxilin will leave one day and become dust.

Everyone has something they are not good at, and Palmer panics when he thinks of such a doomed death.

Gradually, Palmer felt that he could completely solve these problems by avoiding them, and tried his best to avoid the emergence of intimate relationships.

If you don't get it, you won't lose it, so his heart will be much calmer, but he can't completely contain his feelings for Wo Xilin, and every time he deliberately distances himself, his emotions will become more violent.

Wandering between close connection and alienation and avoidance, I exhausted myself.

"This is too bad."

Palmer was talking in his sleep. He was very sleepy and wanted to continue to sleep, but a clear strange feeling gradually came from his body, forcing Palmer to wake up.

He turned over and saw the figure standing by the bed. For ordinary people, this scene was quite scary, but Palmer was used to it.

In the past days, Woxilin often sneaked into his house like this, frightened Palmer, and gave him a fierce hug, asking him why he ignored her.

"Vocilynn?"

Palmer rubbed his eyes, his dull consciousness gradually recovered, he stretched out his hand to touch the figure standing by the bed, but the moment he raised his hand, he suddenly found that he couldn't feel the existence of his arm.

Not only the arms, but all the muscles in his whole body were paralyzed, he refused to listen to orders, the alchemy matrix was dull and numb, and the ether no longer responded to Palmer's call.

The full ether enveloped Palmer's side, and the poisonous mist spread wantonly, completely enveloping Palmer's body and sealing his mouth and nose.

Every time he breathes, the powerful venom is nibbling away at Palmer's body bit by bit. Red rashes emerge from his skin, and the poison corrupts his alchemy matrix. The body is completely dominated, and the poison is rampant in the body.

Palmer raised his head belatedly. He realized that he seemed to have slept too hard. At this moment, the sound of the roaring explosion was clearly heard in his ears, and the Morrowind Citadel was shaking non-stop.

While he was asleep, Morrowind was drawn into the fray.

A pair of scarlet pupils glowed in front of his eyes, Zeffilin slowly raised the chainsaw and scythe, and Palmer screamed in horror.

"save!"

Before poor Palmer could yell out the word "help", Zeffilin kicked Palmer in the face, kicked him off the bed, and rolled on the floor several times.

Palmer fell to the ground, dizzy, and then the tenacity of the field staff was fully displayed by him.

Now that Palmer was completely captured by Zephyrin's venom, he pulled up his remaining strength and wriggled on the floor like a caterpillar.

But before moving a few times, the chainsaw and scythe stabbed fiercely in front of Palmer. In the darkness, the shiny metal mirror reflected Palmer's terrible face.

Zephyrin turned Palmer over, grabbed the collar, and lifted him up with one hand. Palmer was like a shy girl, trying to avoid Zephyrin's gaze, but under a few crisp slaps, no matter how shy Palmer also succumbed to violence.

Burlogo is right, in communication, violence is often the simplest and most efficient means.

"Yo? I caught a big fish."

Zephyrin looked at Palmer's mournful face and matched his identity from the list in his mind.

"Palmer Clarks!"

Zephyrin was about to laugh, but Palmer turned his head away, looking like he was about to cry, and kept mumbling.

"No . . . I'm not, my name is Burrog, Burrog Crax."

(End of this chapter)