Endless Debt.

Chapter 455 The Poison of Silverware
Bologo finally fell down, and Zephyrin's hanging heart was relieved a lot.

"Where the hell did this guy come from?"

Hai Qi came over and gave the cold body a hard kick, his heart was still shocked, "There is no such person on the list."

Had it not been for the fact that several of them were immortal, Haiqi would not have had the courage to face Bologo like this. He was obviously a second-stage prayer believer, but this guy was undoubtedly a little too aggressive.

The whole area was messed up by Bologo. Even if the four joined forces, Bologo easily eliminated the two of them. If it wasn't for Zephyrin's soul-breaking poison, which was powerful enough, combined with Hatch's secret power and Soul Breaker, they're really not sure about defeating Burrog.

This is not a fair duel, but a group of people besieging one person, and even so, it makes them exhausted.

Hai Qi caressed the armor, the absolute low temperature made the metal brittle, Zeffilin waved the gauntlet, and smashed the solid shell with the power of the soul breaker.

When Zeffirin tried to drag Burrog out, Hatch remained vigilant.

In the final attack, Hatch used the cryogenic air to freeze Burrog's eyes, thus injecting Zephyrin with poison, but he always felt that this matter would not end so easily.

"This guy is dead."

Zephyrin grabbed Borrog's head, only to see that there was a cut wound on his throat, and when he was injected with Zephyrin's poison, Borrog committed suicide.

Zeffilin's expression was a bit complicated, and he sighed, "It's really decisive."

"A respectable opponent."

Hatch checked his injuries. Bologo couldn't die anymore. The wound went deep into his spine. It's unclear whether he wanted to keep a secret or he didn't want to be polluted by the blood of the night clan. In short, he just died like this.

Zephyrin threw Burrog back into the broken armor, and it was a good grave for Burrog.

There were bursts of sound from the sealed sarcophagus, and with the death of Bologo, all the controlling objects lost the support of ether and became ordinary substances.

The bloody male servant crawled out of the sarcophagus with difficulty. His bloodline purity is not high, so the speed of self-healing is also much slower, but compared to the female servant, he is considered lucky. The female servant is still at the moment. It was in the state of a headless corpse, and the pieces of meat all over the place were slowly gathering.

Zeffilin walked to the minced meat, cut open his wrist, and sprinkled his own blood on the section of the head. Soon the head of the female servant began to speed up self-healing, and gradually pieced together the outline of the head.

She still needs some time to revive, and Zephyrin and Hatch also need some time to rest. The fight with Bologo made them all exhausted.

"Thank you so much, Hatch."

Zephyrin thanked that she had a strange feeling that if it wasn't for Hatch, she would really have died at the hands of Burrog, even though Zephyrin himself was an undead.

"It's nothing, I..."

Hatch responded with a smile, but his words were covered in a distorted murmur of whimpering.

Zeffilin looked at Haiqi suspiciously, wondering why he was halfway through his words.

Then Zephirin saw a scene that she would never forget in this life. Even the undead who are insulated from death will be awakened in the heart of the most pure and terrifying scene.

He Qi opened his mouth, and there was something wriggling in his throat. It crawled out of his mouth little by little, cutting the soft flesh. The silvery white branches were covered with thorns, covered with sticky blood, and A bloody rose bloomed in Hai Qi's mouth.

The flesh and blood from Haiqi's left arm to his abdomen collapsed neatly, like a hot knife cutting through butter, and the intestines and viscera in half of the abdominal cavity splashed all over the floor.

"Quick... escape..."

These were Hedge's last words.

The scarlet eyes were full of confusion and turbidity. The vitality was rapidly escaping from Hai Qi's body, and then his legs were amputated and shredded. However, Hai Qi did not fall down, and the cold and twisted iron spines supported his body.

After a few swift silvery flashes, Hai Qi's body was completely broken into countless pieces of flesh, hanging evenly on the barbaric iron branches.

Bologo slowly stood up from the broken armor, his blue eyes had no warmth at all.

The unfolded iron thorns and steel branches quickly gathered together, dragging Hai Qi's minced meat to piece together an iron tombstone. The red mercury ignited, and the fire burned the tombstone, burning the flesh and blood, continuously hurting Hai Qi's body, making him Death is equal to resurrection.

"I know how to deal with the undead."

Burrog moved his neck, and the piercing wound had long since disappeared.

In the report on the Axis of Time Tracing, Bologo saw many of his own wonderful ways of dying, and also learned from these ways of dying the impact of different ways of dying on the immortal body.

Divide the flesh as much as possible, keeping spaces between the individual pieces.Burrog felt that this should be applicable to the Night Clan.

Zeffilin's eyes were dull, and the most disturbing thought in his heart finally became a reality.

What Bologo used was not a powerful alchemy potion, he himself was an undead just like himself.

"No...how is this possible?"

What Zeffilin didn't understand even more was that even if he was an undead, his own poison should still remain in Bologo's body. How could he resume his actions so quickly?To have such a powerful immortal body, at least at the level of a night clan lord.

Thurley Villelis.

Zeffilin thought of the blood alliance on Bologo, hell, how could he forget this, how could it be a simple character who could obtain the Threi blood alliance.

Yes, it was indeed not a simple character, and the siege of the four of them barely killed him, but obviously, even so, they still underestimated the horror of Bologo.

"Evacuate!"

Zephyrin tried his best to break through the shackles of fear, calling out to the newly revived servants, turned his head and fled towards the high wall. Borogo was not in a hurry to pursue, but watched their escape with great interest.

There was a clear etheric response in the distance, and the sound of howling wind came galloping.

The female servant had only just been revived, and there were still horrific injuries on her head. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in the distance, and then the metal roared under the pressure of air pressure, breaking her spine.

Just die again.

The female servant comforted herself like this, but this time she didn't feel the power of resurrection rising in her blood, but an incomparably real death.

In the area where the metal hit, the flesh and blood began to rot and turn black, and then carbonized like burnt firewood. With the violent movement of the body, the carbonized part shattered into ashes and flew.

The spine was broken, the nerves were cut off, and her body fell uncontrollably. This time she couldn't heal herself.

Tilting her head, she saw the metal that penetrated her spine and was nailed into the ground.

A silver table knife twisted by the impact.

"Do not……"

Tears of fear streamed from her eyes, and she scratched feebly at the ground with her hands, trying to move her body under cover.

She, who was sheltered by the body of immortality, now felt the real death, it was so terrible, it hurt her heart.

Fortunately, her fear didn't last long. Another silver table knife pierced through the air, crushing her head into a ball of blood. This time, she never came back to life.

Palmer stood on the gap in the high wall, his face was covered with sweat. Unlike the undead like Burlogo, who could reset his state after death, Palmer needed to slowly relieve the poison in his body.

After a short rest, Palmer raised some strength, and by the way, he dug out a pile of silver table knives from the ruins. As an ancient extraordinary nobleman, the tableware of the Clakes family has always been luxurious silverware.

"You bastards!"

Palmer grabbed a silver table knife again, and shot it out like a cannonball with a wind gun.

In this night-shrouded environment, silverware is the only weapon that can cause strong damage to the night clan.

This time, Palmer aimed at the male servant. Relying on the secret power of the Ascension School, he moved his body quickly and dodged Palmer's wind gun, but before he escaped from death, a more powerful voice came from the sky. Much screeching.

One after another, the air guns were released one after another. Relying on the advantage of distance, Palmer was like an angry coastal defense gun, constantly swallowing the air guns.

The high-speed silver table knife hit the ground, making a roaring noise, digging deep pits one after another.

No matter how dexterous the speed of the male servant, facing the dense rain of bullets, he still got cuts on his body. Silverware is poisonous to the night clan. His body has not healed, showing a kind of gray and black decay feel.

The speed slowed down, until another air gun hit his chest, the male servant's pace paused, and then more air guns hit, tearing his body into pieces.

Palmer clutched his chest, the poison of Zephyrin made it difficult for him to breathe, he picked up another silver table knife, ready to bombard Zephyrin, but at this moment Palmer realized that he had lost the trace of Zephyrin.

Relying on the cover of the ether, Zephyrin shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, but Palmer was not in a hurry, he knew where he would meet her.

Looking down at the burning battlefield, Palmer was rarely so angry. He vowed to make these invaders pay their due price.

Holding the silver table knife tightly, Palmer planned his revenge.

(End of this chapter)