Endless Debt.

Chapter 465 The Denied Particularity

When he was about to die, the old man still had illusions in his heart. He vowed to despise death, hide in the wind cellar, and live in the shadow of darkness, just for the opportunity to rekindle.

In this way, the elder spent a long time in the wind cellar, sometimes he would fall into a long sleep, and sometimes he would wake up, guarding the unchanging wind cellar.

Unimaginable wealth, taboo knowledge, and power that countless people desire are accumulated in the wind cellar... All these are within easy reach for the elder, and he is even considered the most powerful person in the world, but the elder is not happy, On the contrary, the years are wearing away his will.

The elder has danced with death for too long, so long that the self who once had the courage to despise death has become cowardly and fearful.

One night, the elder woke up from a nightmare. He looked at his sad body. In the eyes of outsiders, he had reached a very high degree of etherification. Most of the organs and flesh and blood in his body had been turned into pure ether, thus surpassing the physical body. mortal.

Only the elder understands that under the highly etheric body, the elder has not felt a series of physiological reactions such as hunger and thirst for many years. He is tireless and painless, and even sleep is no longer a necessity for him. , every time he needs to force himself into a long sleep.

The elder should have spurned these worries and troubles, but his heart could not be calmed down. He missed the taste of fine wine, he longed for the pleasure of the body, and he envied those people who roam freely in the endless wilderness.

Why do I have to live like a prisoner when I have gained power and strength.

"I've had enough of these days."

The strong wind gathered around the elder, and the high concentration of ether melted into the wind, as if there were thousands of sharp knives dancing with it, cutting densely packed sword marks on the surrounding ground instantly.

The elder stared madly at the blood of the regent king in Derby's hand. As long as the blood was endowed, he could be converted into a member of the Night Clan and escape the scythe of death.

At that time, he no longer needs a high-concentration ether environment to continue his life, and he can act according to his inner thoughts, regardless of any rules.

"I gotta get out of here and drink and have fun and enjoy all the good things."

In the frightening gust of wind, the elder's staggering steps gradually became steady and firm, and his unimaginable will was strong to support this aged body.

The elders want to see the changes of the times, those rising tall buildings and steeples, beautiful things that make people intoxicated and nostalgic...

The dense air guns struck again, and Palmer waved his power angrily, but the roaring hurricane still failed to affect the elder. He raised his hand lightly, and a powerful wind pressure descended out of thin air, knocking Palmer away. Pressed silently to the ground.

Palmer struggled to straighten his back, the pressure increased, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, his pupils were bloodshot, and even the ground was covered with cracks under the heavy pressure.

"So ruthless, he's the new star of your Crakes family, isn't he?"

Derby sneered, judging from the information he had learned, Palmer meant a lot to the Clakes family.

"Him? There's nothing special about Palmer."

The elder confided the cruel secret, "Palmer is not important, what is important is this era."

Palmer tried his best to raise his head, but the wind pressure pressed him firmly to the ground, and he couldn't even breathe under the strong pressure.

"The alchemy matrix of the Krax family, after a hundred years of accumulation, has bloomed with the most brilliant brilliance in this era...Palmer just happened to be born in this era and bear such power."

The elder slowly pressed his palms down, and Palmer sank half of his body into the ground.

"It's not Palmer that's special, it's this era."

The words stabbed Palmer's heart and shattered all the arrogance he had carefully hidden.

"There has never been a 'hero', it's just that the power of the times has gathered together, making someone the will to manifest this power.

Palmer is just a carrier of strength, and things like carriers can be replaced at any time. "

The elder released all his strength, and the wind pressure was about to crush Palmer. At this time, the sharp iron spear came piercing, and the moment it approached the elder, it was blocked by the invisible wind wall, bent and shattered.

Bolog kept throwing the spear, and then the same heavy wind pressure came, and Bolog immediately half-kneeled, crushing the solid rock under him.

The disparity between the strengths was vividly displayed at this moment, and Bologo couldn't move, and he couldn't even look up at the elder.

The armor protecting Bologo became his cage at this moment, and the steel began to deform and collapse, clinging to Bologo's body, restraining his limbs.

Bologo tried to control the metal, and barely opened a gap in the back of the armor, but before his body could break free, all the burning flames of the cauldron were extinguished, and sharp stabbing pains came from his body, and his body surface The alchemical matrix flashed out arcs and sparks.

The elder's ether filled this area, and under the mutual repulsion of the ether, Bologo couldn't control any matter, and his own moment soul criticality was also repeatedly hit.

Coughing up a large amount of blood, Burrog held his head up stubbornly, even though his pupils were completely stained with blood.

"You...you won't last long."

A hoarse voice squeezed out of Burrog's throat, and he could sense something strange in the old man's body, that haunting madness.

In the Daybreak War a hundred years ago, the elder did not accept the blood given by the Night King, but that drop of blood turned into a seed of evil, buried deep in the elder's heart, until a hundred years later, it was used by the mysterious king regent.

The blood of the Ye Clan is extremely mysterious. It not only contains the blood contract with the devil, but with the development of the Ye Clan, their blood endowed them with many strange powers.

Bologo felt the intensity of the ether around him, and it can be determined that the position of the elder is the defender, which reminded Burlogo of the third seat in the chaos of the time axis.

At that time, the third real body did not come to the battlefield, all he relied on was a puppet and a secret sword that cut everything.

In the absence of the Glorious One, the defenders are the power ceiling of the extraordinary world. Even the puppets of the defenders, just swaying the pure ether, have extremely terrifying combat power.

Under the siege of Lebius, Geoffrey and others, coupled with the power of "gluttony" released by the immortal heart, Burlogo solved the silver knight in the melee.

Now the enemy is no longer a cold puppet, but a real defender. He calls for the ether and indulges his own secret energy. Horror is brewing in the dark clouds, and he is always ready to set off a cataclysm. storm.

Sadly, even as scary as the Senator is, that's not the defender's full glory.

The old man is too old. As the defender of the fortress, the old man's lifespan will come to an end. He can live until now, completely relying on his own etherization and the shelter of the wind cellar.

The current elder is like fireworks in the night sky, the light is bright, but it is extremely short-lived. Even if the elder can move mountains and fill the sea, his body will not be able to sustain it. As long as a certain amount of time is given, the old body will drag the elder and welcome him. The arrival of death.

"The defender... is nothing!"

Boluoge stood up with strength, he could hear the whisper of his own bones breaking, and he could also feel the rush of blood.

His heart was like an overheated engine, and the ether was fully released, resisting the pressure of the elder.

Burrog's chances of winning are slim, but there are still chances of winning. He doesn't need to face a defender head-on, just like Palmer's favorite board game "Night Journey", facing terrifying enemies, even hunters In groups, it is still difficult to win.

For the balance of the game, the designer has set up many mechanisms for the decisive battle in the game. As long as those special mechanisms are achieved, even ordinary people can reverse their fate.

The old man coughed painfully. When he stepped into the wind cellar, he raised his hand to swear like the other old men. Now his betrayal has touched the original oath, and the backlash of the oath is acting on his body, making his body The state deteriorated further.

The shattered chains condensed together again, sealing the old man's body layer by layer. He was about to say something to Derby, but when the old man was in pain, there was a momentary gap in his suppression of Bologo, and Bologo caught it. Through this gap, he broke free from the wind pressure.

Boluogo jumped forward with all his strength, he only had one chance, if he failed with one blow, he would definitely be crushed into a pulp by the elders.

The Snake Scale Liquid was cast into a sharp spear in his hands, and Burrog tensed every inch of his muscles as if he wanted to crush the steel.

Derby looked at Burlogo mockingly, the battle was settled, and all of Burlogo's actions seemed so ridiculous, but soon he couldn't laugh.

The iron spear was not aimed at the elders, but Derby, to be precise, the blood of the regent in Derby's hands.

Borogo roared and threw the iron spear, and the scorching scales on it ignited, turning into a stream of fire that pierced the night.

(End of this chapter)