Endless Debt.

Chapter 463 Blood of the Regent King
Part of the metal on the jagged armor showed a silvery white color, part of it was burnt black, and there were some embellishments similar to roasted blue. On the edge of the metal, the metal was burning red and hot, emitting bursts of heat.

Derby stared at the monster killed from the flames, and swung the short dagger in his hand vigorously. The short dagger contained the specialized soul-breaking poison, collided with the red-hot iron armor, and easily shattered it. metal, and left a deep scratch on Bologo's bloody arm.

Breaking free from the shackles, the veil rolled up Derby's body and merged into the night, while Bologo swung an ever-extending sword, splitting the darkness in front of him, and from the blurred shadows, a smear of hot blood was spilled on the ruins superior.

Derby's figure appeared out of thin air, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, his downcast eyes were full of resentment and viciousness.Burrog's sword cut him in the leg.

It is not difficult for Bologo to predict Derby's actions, but after he slashed the sword, Bologo did not continue to pursue, but stood still, panting.

No matter how fierce Bologo's offensive is, no matter how dominant the battle situation is, it still cannot change the gap in rank.

Derby's previous offensive had seriously injured Burlogo. He relied entirely on Amyu's ether supplements and the continuous self-healing of the time tracing axis to support himself until now.

The armor was unbearably hot, and Bologo's body surface was completely burned, not to mention that Derby's dagger hit him.

The soul-breaking poison invaded the body along the wound, and the magnified pain gnawed at Bologo's nerves. Others might have fainted from the pain, but Bologo felt just right, and he was very good at enduring pain.

Bologo thinks this is a kind of talent of his own. As long as he wants to, he can ignore the pain, like a sophisticated machine, blocking out those useless information.

The attack of the wind-eroded flock of birds weakened, and they returned to their instincts again, attacking in all directions.

To control such a large number of dominators requires a high degree of mental concentration, and Bologo's offensive made it difficult for Derby to continue to immerse himself in command, so he could only issue vague instructions to these alchemy creatures, making them continue to suppress enemy.

The roar of the wind gun continued, and the high-pressure airflow pushed the deadly blade, like an armor-piercing bullet, tearing blood lines in the night sky, and then the wind erosion bird exploded, and the flame spread in the dark night.

More wind guns smashed at the rushing Zephyrin, interfering with her actions, but Zephyrin still killed Bologo by virtue of her vigorous steps.

The aether radiance shone on the Soulbreaker. Few people knew that Zephyrin was actually not good at using the chainsaw and scythe, and boxing was her most familiar combat method.

The heavy fist landed, and the poisonous scorpion tail popped out. The soul-breaking poison quickly permeated and spread. The poisonous mist touched the armor, making a crackling sound, corroding the metal and the ether under the metal.

Joy flashed in Zeffilin's heart. She did it. Just like before, this punch would penetrate all defenses and send poison into Bologo's body. Enough for Zephyrin to do too much for a while.

Bologo turned his head, and a corner of the ferocious mask was broken, revealing a bloody face and the cold and ruthless blue eyes.

Under the burning blood, the air became unbearably hot, but in this high temperature environment, Zeffilin felt a chill of winter.

Burrog said nothing, but Zephyrin read words in his eyes.

"It's your turn."

The increase of ether filled Bologo's body. In an instant, the red-hot armor was broken into pieces and a group of snakes danced wildly. He got rid of the restraint of the armor, and Bologo's actions were as fast as lightning.

This is a trap, and Bologo is not going to pursue it, he is waiting for Zephyrin.

Under Burlogo's strangling, the high temperature scorched Derby's throat, and many blood bubbles appeared in the respiratory tract. They were congested and swollen, blocking Derby's throat.

Derby fell into suffocation, awkwardly put his hand into his throat, burst the blood bubble, and vomited a large amount of blood.

The blood was mixed with a glowing liquid, which was part of Derby's etherized blood. After leaving the body, the etherized blood began to overflow and disappear.

Derby struggled to breathe the air, raised his head and saw the confrontation between Zeffirin and Burlogo.

It was a trap, and it was too late for Derby to stop it.

Bologo and Zephyrin are both believers. With Amy's blessing, Bologo's speed is much faster than Zephyrin's.

Dodging the smashing Soulbreaker, Borrog hit Zeffirin's abdomen with a more powerful punch, which completely dented the punch, almost crushing the internal organs.

Scattered red-hot snakes climbed onto Zeffilin's body. Her soul-shattering poison was very deadly, but the time it took from corroding the target to complete poisoning was not short.

The group of snakes first bound Zephyrin's joints, making it difficult for her to move, and then wrapped around her body in circles. While restraining, the swimming snakes solidified into a hard entity, and Zephyrin didn't even have time to make a sound. Covered in layers of metal.

Like a poured metal sculpture, Zeffilin's punching movements are forever frozen in this scene.

Burrog raised the extended blade and cut off Zephirin's hands in one fell swoop. The deadly Soulbreaker also fell off and fell to the ground, and then the blade slashed without hesitation, splitting the sculpture into several pieces , and then spliced ​​together again to form a gloomy and oppressive iron coffin, standing on the ground.

Seal the coffin.

The scorching scales burned, and a raging fire appeared on the iron coffin. Burrog turned his back to the fire, and a distorted shadow was cast down, covering Derby.

With the promotion of rank, Burlogo discovered many things that he hadn't noticed before. Rank does not determine everything, just like the Derby in front of him.

Although Derby is a power loser, he still turned into such an embarrassing appearance under his own mad attack.

This does not mean that Derby is weak, but that Derby is not suitable for such a battlefield. Derby should be a commander hidden behind layers of defense and surrounded by many sublimation creatures, commanding the boundless army of alchemy creatures, and Not here, fighting yourself to the death.

Burrog asked, "Your offensive looks fierce, but in fact you are almost at the end of the road, aren't you?"

The strength of these remnants of the night clan is not strong, otherwise Derby would not be sent to penetrate into the enemy camp. There are very few high-level decondensers who can still act among the remnants of the night clan, which led to this situation.

Derby didn't answer. He leaned on the wall and stood up with difficulty. The sword that Bologo hit him was covered with silver, and the wound was extremely deep. In this kind of injury, even if the body has been etherized, it will heal itself. It is also more difficult to rise.

Fortunately, Zeffilin bought enough time for Derby. He moved his body briefly, and everything was fine except for the unbearable pain.

only……

Derby looked at the majestic burning ruins, it was so beautiful, only a few of the elite bloodthirsty remained, and it was obvious that they couldn't fight Burrog.

The bloodthirsty men and wind-eroded birds scattered on the battlefield also suffered countless casualties under the counterattack of the Kleks family. After a short period of panic, the Kleks family had assembled their forces and launched a counterattack.

The flames of war have been pushed out of Morrowind, fighting on the rough coast.

The strange thing is that the battle here didn't attract anyone's attention. From the beginning to the end, only Bologo and Derby were attacking each other, and the wind-eroded birds called by Derby were constantly circling overhead.

The unease in Derby's heart became more and more intense, not only from the threat from Burlogo, he felt that this operation was wrong from the beginning.

He took out a small container from his bosom, clear and bright red blood flowed under the transparent glass, congealed like a ruby.

This is the blood of the Regent.

Since the Daybreak War and the disappearance of the Night King on the stage of history, except for the direct blood of the Night King, it is the purest blood of the Night Clan.

The hope of revival of the Night Clan.

Burrog walked down from the ruins. Like Derby, Burrog also noticed the abnormality of this incident. He felt that everything in front of him was a well-woven trap, but what he didn't understand was that this trap Is it aimed at himself or the night clan.

"Anyway...anyway..."

Derby murmured softly, making up his mind.

The intersection of Fengjiao has been buried in the ruins, and maybe even the door of the winding path collapsed. Derby's action failed, but he was still unwilling.

Clenching the blood of the Regent in his hands, just as Derby was about to make an action, an old voice sounded.

"Give it to me..."

That voice is so old and weak, like a dead man digging a grave, relying on the last breath in his voice, telling his last whispers.

The moment the sound sounded, a huge silence descended on the battlefield. Derby's pupils were constricted into dots, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Bologo also stopped moving, and his breathing became extremely heavy, even close to holding his breath.

The breeze floated up, blowing away the dust and fireworks, and the pressure far beyond imagination rose under the ruins, and then it pushed away all obstacles like a god.

Breaking the rules and coming, the biggest surprise of this battle.

"No... not at all."

Palmer couldn't believe what was happening in his eyes, the crooked and shrunken figure leaned on the golden scepter, and staggered towards Derby.

His pace was unhurried and leisurely, but every time the scepter struck the ground, it would cause a shock in his mind.

The old man was wearing a bright red robe and a golden mask. He only had Derby in his eyes, or in other words, the blood of the regent in Derby's hands.

With his arrival, this scuffle will finally come to an end.

Witnessing this scene, Bologo felt a little sad. He didn't want to reprimand something, but just sighed softly.

"Few people can refuse the temptation of immortality."

(End of this chapter)