Endless Debt.

Chapter 460 The Perfect Undead

The bombardment of the wind guns and the burning of the flames made the chaotic battlefield silent for a moment. Derby and the elite bloodthirsty men did not act rashly, and Palmer and Burlogo did not attack again.

The two sides maintained a delicate balance. Among the ruins, only Woxilin and Zephyrin were still moving. The two ran towards their respective camps. The moment they intersected with each other, they didn't even look at each other, nor did they make a move. any attack.

Woxilin withdrew into the safe area, and Palmer came in with the wind, bumped into it, and rolled a few times in embarrassment. Zephyrin's poison was still affecting Palmer, and he could only use wind guns and other weapons for the time being. Simple means of attack.

After seeing that Vorceline was safe and sound, Palmer's face flashed with joy. Before Palmer could say anything, Vorceline hugged Palmer head-on. She didn't slow down at all, and the two hit each other They got together and rolled a few times on the ground before stopping.

Palmer was a little dizzy from being hit, and after regaining consciousness with difficulty, he almost passed out again. At this time, Vossilin also noticed Palmer's state.

"what happened?"

Faced with Woxilin's question, Palmer raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at Zeffilin who joined Derby, and said with hatred in his words, "That bastard..."

Palmer and Zephyrin's short experience was the worst nightmare in recent memory.

Woxilin turned her head to look at Zephyrin. Compared with Palmer, Zephyrin was in a more embarrassing state.

Zephyrin originally thought that relying on the cover of the ether, he could silently avoid the pursuit of the two, but under the control of the large-scale control of Bologo, Zephyrin was quickly found out in this rough way.

Then it was a childish game of cat and mouse, Zephyrin ran away in front, and the two chased after, as if urging Zephyrin, and the two attacked from time to time, playing with Zephyrin.

It would be okay if it was an ordinary attack, but during the recovery time, Palmer found a pile of silverware and handed it over to Burlogo. These metal raw materials were forged under the flames of the cauldron. Become one deadly weapon after another.

Most of the wounds on Zeffilin's body were caused by silverware, which were difficult to heal.

"Help……"

Zeffilin was panting in pain. Although most of the silverware's injuries were skin trauma, the pain caused by the silverware kept torturing Zeffilin's nerves.

Derby realized the seriousness of the situation, and stretched out his hand decisively. Under the pale skin, blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

Zeffilin bit Derby's wrist, sucked blood from Derby's body, and relied on the blood of the high-ranking night clan to speed up his body's recovery and try his best to resist the impact of the silverware.

Letting go, Zeffilin let out a long breath, his face was smeared with blood, like a beast that had just eaten.

It doesn't feel good to be sucked blood, but for the battle in front of him, Derby has nothing to do.

"Is that the person?"

Woxilin stared at Zeffilin, clenched her fists eagerly.

Palmer grabbed her and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine, just a few scrapes."

When Woxilin said this, Palmer noticed the blue halo in Wuxilin's eyes, and the blue halo disappeared in the next second, and a familiar figure appeared behind Wuxilin.

"Thanks, Amy."

Palmer gave Amy a thumbs up, Amy didn't respond, but he responded with a thumbs up.

"Pull me up," Palmer pleaded to Vossilyn.

After breaking away from the influence of Zephyrin's secret energy, Palmer's first recovery was the critical moment of soul, and the ether filled his body again, but the poisonous injury on his body recovered very slowly. He was supported by the strong wind along the way. Move forward.

Woxilin nodded, and carried Palmer on her shoulders. For Wuxilin, Palmer was so light and easy.

"Wrong! Wrong! Turn around!"

Palmer patted Woxilin on the back continuously, as if he wanted to run away with himself.

"Oh."

Woxilin hugged Palmer horizontally. Palmer had a complicated expression and persuaded, "Just hold me up."

Palmer struggled out of Woxilin's arms, supported Wuxilin's shoulders, and barely stood up.

"Shy?"

Vorcelyn's voice sounded in Palmer's ear, Palmer's eyes darkened, and he retorted in a low voice, "You started again, right?"

Burrog stood at the forefront, blocking the enemy like a shield wall. The flames of the cauldron were burning at his side, and several chains extended from the armor, arousing the silver swords scattered among the ruins, killing them all Throwing back, one by one in front of Palmer.

Palmer stretched out his hand and pulled out a silver sword casually, his eyes hovering between Zeffirin and Derby, like a hunter with his bowstring fully drawn, waiting for the moment to let go and shoot.

"Don't we need to go to war?"

Woxilin noticed Palmer's abnormal behavior, and he pulled himself to prevent himself from moving forward and getting involved in the fight.

"Professional things are left to experts."

Palmer held Woxilin's shoulders, and under the breeze, the silver sword in his hand was lifted by the wind and stood straight in front of him.

"We'll just have to bide our time."

The bony armor half-kneeled, with a gap in his back, and Burrog stood lazily upright, simply scanning the battlefield.

A negative ruler, a prayer believer, several elite bloodthirsty...

Boluoge felt a little pressure. The enemy was not simple and difficult to deal with, but it was not impossible to win.

The most important thing is that this battle doesn't have to be decided. It just needs to delay the time. Now every minute and second that passes, for the Yezu people, the possibility of failure will become greater.

Derby asked, "Where is Hatch? Didn't I ask him to help you?"

"Hatch..."

Zeffilin recalled the terrifying scene, took a deep breath, "Hatch is dead, I... I don't know if he can come back to life."

Hai Qi's body was broken into many pieces of flesh, and was sealed in the iron coffin by the snake scale fluid. Even if Hai Qi could be resurrected, it would take a lot of time to break free from the iron coffin.

"The opponent...the opponent is also an undead."

Zeffilin revealed key information, "His immortality is more perfect than ours."

So far, Zeffilin still hasn't found the defect of Bolog's immortality, and his self-healing speed is so fast, even if it is a deadly wound with a throat seal, he can be resurrected quickly, and with Bolog's resurrection, his body Many negative statuses of are also reset.

Things got tricky, but the tricky thing was yet to come.

Amy walked over slowly, put his hands on Bologo's shoulders, the golden light twisted, Amyu disappeared, and instead, a faint blue halo appeared in Bologo's blue eyes, The gilt-like glow is looming on the body surface.

Bologo didn't say a word, the blue fireworks burned on the armor, and the dead giant stood up again, engulfing Bologo, and then the giant's posture began to collapse, covered with more deadly scales, making this The heavy figure became thinner and deadlier.

The snake scale liquid built a blade in his hand, and Bologo raised his other hand, and the silver sword inserted in the ground began to melt, covering the blade evenly, and simple silver plating was carried out, and this Silver plating is taking place on every part of the armor, until the deadly silver is covering the whole body.

Without any warning, Bologo suddenly stepped forward, and then his figure twisted into a rapidly advancing silver light band, and the deadly blade broke through many obstacles.

There was a scarlet glow in Derby's eyes, and the elite bloodthirsty people quickly stopped in front of him and formed a line of defense. Although the silver sword hit his body, under the boost of potion and secret energy, these injuries were not fatal enough, more Not to mention that the key parts are still covered by armor.

The two collided together, like a car colliding on the road, the tall figure of the elite bloodthirsty was actually shaken, and he stepped back uncontrollably, and the figure of Bologo also stagnated in mid-air for a moment, But he immediately threw out the hook and nailed it into the elite bloodthirsty body.

Under the pull, the elite bloodthirsty man was pulled and slammed into Borrog before he could fall.

Hit the blade in his hand.

Even though the elite bloodthirsty wears many armors, there are always some places that cannot be protected in this tightly knit metal.

The blade pierced the elite bloodthirsty's pupils, shattered his brain, and protruded from the back of his head.

Burrog clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, allowing the poisonous silver to invade the flesh and blood of the Night Clan until his brain was burned away by the silver.

Pulling out the blade, Bologo raised a cloud of black smoke and ashes that drifted with the wind, and the tall figure fell down.

(End of this chapter)