Endless Debt.

Chapter 467 Scam
The gunshot sounded like the whistle of the intermission, temporarily suspending all disputes.

The old body was severely injured, and the old man stood there with dull eyes, and even the wind pressure he exerted was relieved a lot.

With the help of Woxilin, Palmer struggled to stand up, Burrog didn't respond, and seemed to be dead, and Amy was stuck in the rubble, unable to move.

Derby tried his best to suppress the physical pain, and frantically searched for his broken palm. Seeing this, Palmer walked towards Derby leaning on the silver sword.

Palmer's battle isn't over...never.

Church put away Chekov's gun. In the rating of the sublimation furnace core, Chekov's gun belongs to the white-level alchemy weapon of purification. In other words, if you want to use this alchemy weapon freely, you need at least the power step position.

Generally speaking, at the rank of a believer, it is also possible to leapfrog the use of alchemy weapons, but it is difficult for one's own ether to support the consumption of alchemy weapons, and it will become extremely strenuous.

As an imitation of an established gun, Chekov's gun has very special properties, which are difficult to guess with common sense.

The properties of Chekov's gun can be roughly divided into three points. The first point is called "refilling". , the filling process will last for a long time.

Taking Church as an example, it took him a week to consume ether continuously to successfully create this bullet.

Different ranks and different Desublimers have different reloading times. Therefore, Chekov's gun is not suitable for emergencies, and is mostly used in long-planned assassinations.

After loading the bullets, the second point of the effect, the "first act", will be triggered. Under the influence of the "first act", the bullets in the gun chamber will disappear, and then superimposed on the "range", which is the effect on all targets within range.

The last is the "third act". The user needs to hold the flintlock gun to observe, determine and aim at his target. The superimposed state disappears, and the bullet is determined to exist in the target body.

Pull the trigger, as if going back in time, the bullet came out of the body and returned to the barrel. This seems a bit strange, but looking back in time, it was Church who hit the elder secretly, and the elder had no strength to resist.

Complicated and strange power, finally achieved a time-reversal shooting.

Use the "first act" and "third act" and other clumsy techniques to cut out the "shooting" process and complete the "shooting" and "hitting", and this is exactly the power of the established gun.

Church didn't like Chekhov's gun. It was indeed very powerful in assassination, but it was also too cumbersome. Due to various restrictions, it was doomed that he rarely used it.

Too long reload period, limited range, a lot of ether consumption, if you lose the target, you can't pull the trigger, etc. Disadvantages.

If Church were to choose, he would definitely not use this alchemy weapon to assassinate the enemy, but there is no way, this time Church's enemy is the defender.

Launch an attack, and there is a possibility of being blocked, unless the attack is completed at the beginning.

Except for the power of Chekov's gun to cancel the "shooting" process after being twisted and twisted, it is difficult for other assassination methods to hurt the elder.

Even so, Chekov's gun still can't kill the elder. If it is a negative person, this gun is deadly enough, and it can be used as a defender. The elder's body is highly etherized.He is still alive.

Church leaned on the wall, dripping with sweat. Chekhov's gun consumed him too much. After one shot, Church almost lost the ability to continue fighting.

He felt that the ether had been drained from his body, and that there was very little energy left.

The elder held his chest, and soon the blood stopped, as if it had drained dry. He raised his head and glared at Church, who stubbornly raised Chekhov's gun again.

For a period of time, Chekov's gun could not be triggered again, but Church still acted like a tiger, raised his flintlock and confronted the elder.

"found it!"

Derby pulled out his broken palm from the ruins, and withdrew the regent's blood from his clenched fist.

He excitedly waved at the elder and ran towards him. Derby knew that he could not delay any longer and had to complete the blood donation immediately.

Derby's smile froze.

The cold blade pierced Derby's waist, and the silver made contact with the flesh and blood, making the sound of flames roasting the flesh and blood.

Palmer grabbed Derby's neck from behind and forced the silver sword into him.

Derby and the elders were both higher in rank than Palmer, and the flow of ether could not be hidden from their perceptions. Palmer did the opposite. He did not mobilize any ether, and only relied on his scarred body to crawl out of the ruins. , giving Derby a backstab.

The simple and unadorned strategy was unexpectedly effective in this highly tense fight. Both Derby and the veteran were deeply immersed in the power of Chekhov's gun, and did not notice Palmer's approach at all.

"surprise!"

Palmer growled, grabbed Derby's neck, drew out the silver sword, and was about to slash down at his throat.

The blood boiled hot, and the burst of fire burst from Palmer's chest. Without the protection of ether, this blow hit Palmer firmly, and hit him back into the ruins again. This time Palmer Couldn't get up again.

Derby clutched the wound on his chest, death was so close to him, in a trance he felt that he could hear the approaching footsteps of the god of death.

No...not Reaper.

The old man called out the strong wind, and the air flow carried the blood of the regent king and moved towards the old man. The old palm was one step away from the blood of eternal life.

A dagger pierced through the air. For the veteran, this kind of attack was really ridiculous. He didn't even look at the trajectory of the dagger, and only relied on the disturbance of the gust of wind to make the dagger deviate from the track.

The sound of hurried footsteps was approaching, and Woxilin rushed into the battlefield with all her strength. The elder glanced at her contemptuously, and summoned a strong wind to repel Woxilin.

In the eyes of the elders, this is just a battle between trapped beasts, and he is close to eternal life.

Suddenly, an etheric reaction erupted from the swung dagger, and when the elder realized that he had been hit, Burrog's figure had already been replaced with the phantom dagger.

The dense wind blades left Bologo covered in bruises, his left arm was drooping, and several fingers on his right hand had already been broken, but he still stubbornly raised the hammer and smashed it down.

"kill……"

There was an indistinct sound from Burrog's throat, and the wind blade cut Burrog's throat, and blood continued to flow.

"Kill the heart!"

The horror of the soul erupted in an all-round way.

a second?Or two seconds?

Bologo is not sure how long this extreme fear can affect the two of them, but as long as it can affect them a little and make their actions hesitate for less than a moment, for Bologo, it has been successful.

The panicked and angry expressions of Derby and the elder were clearly reflected in Burlog's eyes, and Burlog responded with a cruel smile.

Allowing the fireworks caused by the boiling blood to engulf his body, Bologo dropped the hammer and broke the heavy fireworks.

This is the established destiny, the lament that has been written long ago.

The hammer hit the suspended container, smashing it together with the regent's blood.

It was too late for Bologo to appreciate his great masterpiece. The elder roared and aroused the strong wind, and Bologo was swept into the sky by the gust of wind.

"no no……"

The elder knelt down and stuck out his tongue like a wild dog, trying to lick the scattered blood.

The life-and-death fight lasted too long, the blood had already soaked the ground, the blood of the Regent was mixed with the blood of Derby and Borrog, and the disgusting smell came from the tip of the tongue.

The elder suddenly raised his head, grabbed Derby, and shouted frantically, "You come to give me blood!"

Relying on the blood of the regent, the elder can become a noble pure-blood class in one fell swoop, but if the blood is given by Derby, his bloodline will be the deterioration of Derby.

Derby's face was pale, and his rank was lower than that of the elders. If he were to perform the blood-giving ceremony, the ceremony would take a very long time. He needed to transform the elders bit by bit, but the current situation would not give him enough time at all.

It was too late to care about these, the elder scolded death, he had already climbed out of the wind cellar, and he didn't want to endure that kind of life anymore...

"It's time for the farce to end."

A flat voice sounded from high above the sky, and only then did the elder realize that the lingering thunder had disappeared for a long time.

The elder raised his head, and then the heavy wind pressure came, forcing him to kneel down.

Vaughn hung above the gust of wind, staring at the elder indifferently, as if looking at a corpse.

The old man shed hot tears. Once upon a time, he was as strong and young as Fuen, but now he has become like this.

"Don't force me! Furn!"

The elder held up the "Dawn Oath" in his hand, blood had already stained the book, every page was filled with scarlet, the pages of the book were flipped by the strong wind, and they were hunting in the wind.

This is the elder's last bargaining chip. As long as the "Dawn Oath" is still in his hands, he will occupy the absolute initiative.

Vaughan said sadly, "Has the fear of death taken away your last sanity?"

The elder didn't understand what Fu En meant, the next moment the strong wind tore the book to pieces, and the broken pages flew all over the sky like snowflakes.

Nothing happened, as always.

The elder didn't believe everything in front of him. A few days ago, Fu En and Church confirmed the "Dawn Oath" in the wind cellar...

The book of rubbings!

The elder turned his head dully and looked at the tired Church. Church said calmly, "According to the order of the decision-making room, the Bureau of Order will keep the "Dawn Oath" until the dispute is over."

What the elders got was only the book of rubbings, and the real "Dawn Oath" was replaced as early as that day...

They played it for themselves on purpose, everything is to catch the restless black sheep in the flock.

The elder murmured, "It was a hoax from the beginning."

"A new war is coming," Vaughan replied. "Before we are ready to deal with the enemy, we must first ensure our own purity."

Speaking of which, this is the lesson Seri taught the Krex family. Even such a magnificent Eternal Night Empire was eventually destroyed in Seri's hands.

The elder no longer defended himself, he lowered his head, his white jade-like hands were turning black, the skin became wrinkled and brittle, and then peeled off like old wall skin, revealing dark red flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)