Endless Debt.

Chapter 451 Undead and Undead

In an evenly matched confrontation, the immortal body has a strong tactical significance. This not only allows you to risk your life without fear of risk, but also brings endless pressure to the enemy.

In this fierce and changeable battle situation, a moment of negligence will lead to the death of an individual, but the situation has changed at this moment, and the severe punishment of death is no longer applicable to the undead.

There's nothing worse than an enemy that won't die.

Amid Zephyrin's arrogant cheers, the chainsaw scythe cut a scarlet trail, and the crazily rotating saw teeth not only cut off the iron branch, it slammed on Borrog's scales.

The dazzling flames continued, and then broke through the protection of the scales, leaving a large bloodstain on Bologo's chest. While tearing the flesh, the poison also took advantage of it.

Zephyrin's pale cheeks were filled with joy, and soon fine cracks appeared and cracked on that delicate face.

The snake scale fluid penetrated Zeffilin's body, turning into wildly growing thorns, completely invading Zephilin's chest almost instantly.

The twisted and extended thorns are like countless curved sharp knives mixed together, cutting up the fragile flesh and blood, cutting open blood vessels, cutting off bones, and even crushing the heart and spine.

The body shattered into sections of flat flesh, dripping with blood.

Burrog's eyes were numb, and as the chainsaw and scythe left his body, the wounds on his body also split open. A cruel injury emerged from his left shoulder, and the wound was as deep as bones. Zephyrin's blow almost knocked Burrog Logo's entire left arm was chopped off.

The venom reverberated and roared in his nerves. As Palmer said, many negative states affected Bologo at the same time. Under the confusion of perception, he even had difficulty controlling his body and knelt forward weakly.

But Borrog still stubbornly raised his head, and the faint light of fire flickered across his fingertips.

Scorching scales explode.

In an instant, the red mercury roared and exploded, and the burning flame broke through Zeffilin's body, blasting her into a flaming fireball.

The building began to squirm violently. Under the influence of the poison, it was difficult for Bologo to control the matter precisely, but... there was no need to control it precisely, just wantonly smashing like an angry drunk.

The square stone pillars staggered down and fell towards the burning figure. At first Zeffilin was able to dodge clumsily, but under the heavy blows to each other, she couldn't keep moving sensitively. Her lower limbs were crushed by the stone pillars, and then more stone pillars fell , layer upon layer, suppressing Zephyrin.

Bologo vomited a big mouthful of blood, and the blood spilled on the ground, making dense bubbling sounds, as if his blood had become extremely acidic.

This should also be one of the effects of the poisonous poison. It is gnawing away at Bologo's body, but compared to the various negative states, Bologo has noticed that it is truly deadly.

Vicious Venom is trying to break through its own moment soul threshold. It has not yet completely broken through, but it also makes Burogo's moment soul threshold full of cracks, which in turn affects Burogo himself.

No wonder Palmer was so unlucky. When Zephyrin silently paralyzed him, Palmer had already been bitten by the throat by the poisonous snake.

Burrog also discovered Zephyrin's weakness. Her toxin is very deadly, but it is only suitable for assassination. In frontal combat, her toxin has limited effect.

Covering his bruised left shoulder, Bologo summoned the Snake Scale Liquid, cast an armor, covered the wound, and locked his body firmly for support.

From a rough look, it looks like Burlogo is giving himself emergency treatment, at least it won't make the wound bigger.

As Zephyrin receded, the scarlet mist faded and dissipated. These mist were created by Zephyrin's illusion, and then spread the poisonous medium.

After a brief contact, Bologo also found that even if the mist is not inhaled, after covering the substance, it will still have corrosion and other effects on the substance.

Taking deep breaths repeatedly, Bologo's face was pale, his left shoulder under the armor was healing itself at a high speed, but he still pretended to be in pain.

Discreet, efficient, cunning...

Burrog has mastered these qualities in battle, as a true hunter would.

The chainsaw rang again, the metal roared and cut, all the stone pillars blocking Zephyrin were shattered, and the undead night clan returned again wielding the chainsaw and scythe.

Zeffilin seems to be in a mess now, with traces of dirty blood all over her body, and many injuries are still healing herself. Although she is a high-level Night Clan, her bloodline purity is far less than that of a Night Clan lord like Serei.

Leaning on the chainsaw and scythe, Zeffilin's steps were still a little staggering. She was not in a hurry to attack. Zephyrin's immortal body also had a limit. In addition, Bologo's stormy offensive made her realize that she needed to be cautious. burrogo.

Even now Bologo has been severely injured by himself.

After the fierce confrontation, the two stopped at the same time and looked at each other vigilantly.

Zeffilin sniffed the blood in the air, and discerned the aura that awed and hated her.

"You have Thurley's blood alliance."

When mentioning these things, Zeffilin's voice carried a distorted hatred. She had never really met Seri, nor did she have any direct hatred with him, but she could feel the anger in her blood.

The wrath of those who bled Zephyrin.

"What? For Thurley's sake, can you let me go?"

Bologo pretended to be weak, secretly clenched his hidden weapon, and was always ready to launch a counterattack.

"You guys are not bad, I wanted you to be one of us."

Zeffilin did not lie. Another purpose of attacking Morrowind Base this time was to replenish the Night Clan. If it hadn't been for Bologo to disrupt the situation, Zeffilin wanted to transform Palmer into a Night Clan.

There is nothing more entertaining than the downfall of the Krex heir.

"what about now?"

Burrog took a deep breath, the wound on his left shoulder had healed, and he began to look forward to Zephyrin's incredible eyes.

"Now? Now I want to punish the traitor's allies with the cruelest criminal law!"

The scarlet mist expanded rapidly, and Bologo thought he had created a cage that could block Zephyrin's actions, but isn't this cage Bologo's cage?In this airtight environment, the poisonous mist will no longer leak in the slightest.

Zeffilin activated the secret energy with all his strength, and the bloody glow burst out from the alchemy matrix.

Secret energy · soul-breaking poison.

The main school is the Ethereal School, and its effect can turn its own ether into highly poisonous, causing a variety of negative effects, the most deadly of which is the cannibalization of the soul of the moment, and the derived sub-school is the Illusion School, which can transform Its own ether poisonous phantom is created into a mist to carry out a large-scale physical intervention.

For an assassin, this is an extremely perfect toxin. In the paralysis and pain, it completely destroys the opponent's moment of soul criticality, and expands the influence of the toxin like a vicious circle.

The scarlet mist was filling, and the blood-colored hue almost covered all of Burrog's vision. Zeffilin used this method to temporarily hide his figure.

But the roaring noise of the chainsaw and scythe could not be masked.

Without any intention of evading, the piercing sound of a chainsaw came from the front, and Burrog held his breath to avoid inhaling the mist. Although it could still erode the body from the surface, it was still stronger than inhaling it into the lungs.

The stone pillar fell and blocked the attack of the chainsaw and scythe. The chainsaw and the scythe spun in mid-air, and a thin rope stretched from the end of the handle into the mist. The rope straightened and turned.

It was just a feint, and the chainsaw and scythe swept a strange arc and swung towards Burrog from another angle, and at the same time there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the mist.

Burrog didn't look at all of this. The fog is an extension of Zephyrin's perception, and the cage controlled by Burrog is also an extension of Burrog's perception.

The cyan fireworks rose instantly, intertwined with the scarlet mist, and the snake scale liquid turned into a group of cold snakes to meet Zephirin, and they were torn into barbed thorns, blocking Zephyrin's progress like a horse. route.

The chainsaw and scythe that was slashing quickly was also blocked by the rising stone wall, and the weapon was disarmed, but Zephirin did not stop, but accelerated to approach Burrog, and punched through the barbs blocked along the way. Refuse the horse.

This move surprised Borrog, and soon he realized that, like his disguise, the chainsaw and scythe were not Zephirin's real alchemy weapon.

The barriers were broken layer by layer, Zeffilin swung the glowing metal gauntlets, and dropped a heavy iron fist.

Zephyrin seldom directly exposed her true alchemy weapon, and only when she felt that it could end the battle would she strike like a thunderbolt.

Now that Burrog was mortally wounded and enveloped in venom, there could never have been a better time to end the fight.

The scarlet mist was dispelled by the iron fist. After the mist, the terror of the soul released infinite fear. The hallucinations of ferocious madness flashed back in front of Zeffirin's eyes, but this did not affect her too much. In her eyes, Bologo was just It just became more hideous.

A ferocious man who is about to die.

But so.

Suddenly, Zeffilin's advancing pace faltered, and an icy iron chain wrapped around her legs more than once, and during the winding, they twisted into sharp iron thorns, piercing into the flesh and blood.

The breeze blew across his cheeks, obviously there was still some distance between him and Bolog, but in the blink of an eye, Bolog had already appeared in front of Zeffirin's eyes.

Burrog swung his right fist, and the aether-augmented radiance wrapped around his arm, and he unleashed a deadly punch.

Like an animation with a missing frame, Zeffilin was still punching and punching one second, and her figure began to fall in the next second. Her newly healed chest suddenly sank, and it was unknown how many bones were broken.

Counterattack before death?

Such a thought flashed in Zeffilin's mind. It stands to reason that after Bologo suffered severe injuries and poisonous erosion, he shouldn't have the strength to resist.

She glared at Burrog, who raised his left fist, but the horrific injury had long since disappeared.

Zeffilin's mind went blank, and heavy punches fell alternately.

Hitting his chest and throat, Zephyrin slammed backwards, but was pulled back by the entangled thorns again. Bologo swung the thorns vigorously, throwing Zephyrin into the air, breaking the stone pillars along the way, and finally smashed on the ground. The end of the cage.

The flames flickered, and the sound of roaring explosions came from the end. The accumulated red mercury caused the most violent roar, and it was even difficult for the cage to continue to be closed.

A scorching stream of fire exploded from the high wall of the Morrowind Fortress, and a figure entwined with iron thorns emerged from the stream of fire. Under the restraint of gravity, it slapped the wall fiercely, leaving a trail of slowly dripping blood.

In the gap of the explosion and collapse, Bologo slowly walked out from the fire, looking down at the earth.

(End of this chapter)