Endless Debt.

Chapter 729 The Road to Escape
First of all,

Burlogo is a very good partner, in every sense of the word.

Before meeting Burlogo, Palmer always traveled alone because of his own luck, but there would inevitably be some accidents when traveling alone. Disastrous.

Just when Palmer felt that his life was hopeless and he was going to continue to be unlucky like this, his luck turned up in a rare way, which made him meet Burlogo and become his partner.

It's been a good day.

Gradually smooth career, a partner who is approachable and stress-free to get along with, and this partner unexpectedly coincides with my own interests.

Of course, the best and greatest thing is that this partner can't die.

There were continuous explosions behind him, like a tyrannical monster wantonly destroying buildings, crushing the life along the way, and like a shield machine, drilling back and forth in the Fog Abyss Fortress without restraint, Like a huge worm, it was riddled with holes in the rocks.

Palmer believed in Bologo's choice, and would not doubt anything. If Bologo asked him to run, then he could just run by himself.

It's just that the process of escaping was not smooth, and Palmer could clearly feel the etheric reactions rising one after another behind the walls.

The sublimation guards of the king's shield guards discovered him early in the morning, but just now Bologo was walking with him. These guys knew very well that they were not Bologo's opponents, so they remained hidden.

Now that Palmer and Burlogo are separated, these hunting wolves are trying to hunt Palmer alone. It is expected that Palmer will meet these enemies after a certain distance.

Palmer tensed up involuntarily and lowered his breath.

In the staggered corridors, two Desublimators rushed out first, their aether was soaring, and they clenched their weapons tightly. According to their vague perception, they were sure that Palmer was at this position, but they looked into the deep and dark corridor, Palmer Silence is nowhere to be seen.

Just when they were confused, an etheric reaction suddenly appeared in front of them.

The two raised their heads and saw that Palmer had released the ether cover and fell from above. He had been guarding here early in the morning, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the enemy.

"Don't underestimate me."

Palmer was talking to himself, the ether flowed quickly through his body, like a whirling storm, pulling everyone's mind.

The two sublimation masters held the hilts of their swords, and just when they were about to fight back, a strong pressure fell with Palmer's fall, and the howling roar of the gust of wind filled his ear canals, and the high-frequency vibrations even made the blood It dripped slowly from the ears.

They tried to pull out the hilt, but the blade just lifted a little before being forced back into the scabbard by the increased pressure.

Mysterious Power Stormrage Forgiveness!

With the precise manipulation of the airflow, Palmer can increase or decrease the air pressure in a certain area. The sudden increase in pressure briefly suppressed the two desublimers, catching them off guard, and then the roaring wind blades swept them away. They were cut all over the body.

At this moment, the aether of the two had already exploded with fury, and the counterattack was close at hand. Similarly, Palmer had also fallen between the two, and the storm feather waved high.

"Back then, I was also the best rookie of the year."

Palmer muttered to himself, with a touch of sadness in his words.

This can be regarded as a kind of backward wave shooting dead forward wave. Ever since Burlogo, the super-golden Rookie of the Year, appeared, no one remembered Palmer at all. Now, only the stereotype of him as an unlucky ghost is left. , nailed in everyone's mind.

"Damn!"

One of them cursed, and he swung his sword against Stormfeather, but Palmer was faster than him, firstly because he was higher than the two, and then because of the acceleration effect brought about by the arcane power Stormrage Absolution.

From a scientific point of view, under the twisted reality of arcane energy, Palmer's every blow is perfectly aerodynamic and extremely fast.

The scarlet blood suddenly appeared, and the arm holding the sword was raised rapidly, and the Sublimator stared blankly at his severed arm, with shock written all over his face.

Both of these guys are just first-stage desublimators. They don't have too strong reality-distorting abilities, and they lack enough lethal direct means of killing.

Palmer approached the enemy, slashing with the dagger, the bloodline stretched along the throat, the Sublimator froze in place, and then his vision began to change, and he fell heavily to the ground, a headless corpse confronting Palmer Into the eyes, the picture freezes.

The lingering sound of panic came from behind, and Palmer could feel the falling of the blade from the turbulence of the airflow, but just like Palmer's previous movements, he was faster than anyone else.

"An accident? My friend."

Before the blade fell, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the enemy, and the trigger was pulled. After the roar of the revolver, the alchemy bullet smashed the enemy's head into a cloud of blood mist, and the corpse fell straight after a few seconds. go down.

Palmer dealt with the two of them neatly, but that didn't mean he was safe. He could sense the etheric reactions that were approaching quickly. They were numerous and there were still believers.

Taking a deep breath, Palmer continued to run wildly along the corridor. With the blessing of ether amplification and secret energy, his speed was as fast as a ghost.

The surging ether was approaching, Palmer rolled forward, and then the dense warheads hit the position he was just now, and the roaring flames rushed along the corridor, and when he was about to catch up with Palmer, he called out the surge The moving air flow quickly pierced through the past and collided with Sheng Yan.

After billowing thick smoke, Palmer moved out deftly. It has been a long time since he was unlucky. Palmer is very good at escaping. Unfortunately, this skill has become a little rusty now. It is Burlogo's fault. .

Because of the existence of a strong player like Bologo, Palmer almost always played against the wind. Even if the wind was headwind, he would still be supported by Burlogo. He hadn't escaped like this for a long time.

"Well, sometimes I have to admit," Palmer continued to talk to himself, "the gap between people is still quite large."

The bullets whizzed past Palmer's side, leaving scratches of varying depths on his arms, waist, and thighs. Palmer endured the pain and continued to run wildly.

Every Krex family member hates closed places. This is not claustrophobia, but an instinctive sense of alertness due to their own strength.

The airtight environment allowed Palmer to mobilize very little airflow, which limited his ability. If Palmer could rush to the outside world, he could take a short flight and escape from this ghostly place with the force of the strong wind.

Not much hope.

The etheric reactions of several prayer believers appeared in front of Palmer. The king's shield guard was more familiar with the terrain of the Fog Abyss Fortress than Palmer, and he was surrounded.

"Phew... it's really terrible."

Palmer was out of breath, and just as he was complaining about his bad luck, a terrifying etheric fluctuation came from the direction of the stone hall, and a round of invisible etheric impact swept across the building. The terrifying impact of intensity shocked everyone's mind. All blank.

A strong airflow rushed through the corridor, rolling up gravel and iron filings and hitting Palmer's face, bringing a faint pain.

"The Glorious..."

Palmer whispered, looking at the deep darkness behind him, the rushing wind reverberated in the building, and there was a weird sound, as if a monster opened its mouth in the darkness, thirsting for flesh and blood.

Hell, there are not only defenders in the Wuyuan Fortress, but also Glorious Ones.

Palmer felt that his blood was cold, and he actually left Burlogo alone in such a dangerous place. Palmer wanted to turn around to find Burlogo, but before he could take any steps, he stopped. down.

What can I do when I go back by myself?I am just a believer, and a random blow from the Glorious One is enough to kill me. Maybe I will go back by myself, but it will hold back Bologo.

Not to mention... Can I break through the siege?
As Palmer thought about it, there were clear footsteps in the darkness, and the king's shield guards surrounded Palmer, and ether reactions of different ranks rose up.

"Regulation One."

Palmer affirmed that he could guess what Burlog would do, that Burlog would not fall so easily.

You just need to do what you have to do within your responsibilities.

The radiance of the ether rose in the darkness, and one figure after another became clear. Some of them raised their guns, some drew out their sword blades, mocking laughter one after another, mocking that Palmer had nowhere to go. The fleeing beast.

"It's time to prove the glory of the Crakes family."

As Palmer thought about it, Storm Feather split into two in his hands, and he held the daggers in both hands, posing for an attack.

The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, a flash of fire burst out, and the shield guards took the lead in launching the offensive, and the howling fire burned towards Palmer.

To embolden himself, Palmer growled loudly, and then a louder growl drowned out his voice.

There was a rumbling sound from the other end of the corridor, as if a bulldozer was approaching at high speed. With the screams, several shield guards were knocked out by a huge force, and then a familiar, heavy giant shield fell on Pa Elmer's eyes enlarged rapidly.

The huge shield was hurled over and smashed in front of Palmer. A large piece of masonry was shattered into powder, blocking the furious fireworks and creating a vacuum area.

"Hart!" Palmer exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you here!"

According to Bologo's plan, they should guard them outside the Fog Abyss Fortress.

"Adaptation!"

Hart roared and swung a heavy fist, seeing a shield guard's head smashed down by him, the other two ether reactions rose in the blood overflowing.

Shelley spread out his senses as much as he could, monitoring the movements of all the shield guards, while Kemp held the ether sword and walked like flying.

Professionals do professional things.

It's a line Burlogo says most often, and at first Palmer thought it was a character line for Burlogo's cosplay, but now Palmer loves it.

Hart's surprise attack relieved Palmer's pressure to a great extent, and the addition of Kemp turned the escape into a counterattack.

In the narrow space, the field staff and the shield guards started a scuffle. Hart was the best at etheric barriers and etheric amplification. He carried the huge shield to undertake most of the attacks of the shield guards. full of cracks.

When Hart was about to be unable to hold on, he would give up his defense and instead launch a swift attack, like a bull, knocking away the shield guards along the way, throwing heavy punches along the way, or using the giant shield as a weapon, hit the enemy.

As expected of the oldest field worker among them, Hart was able to defend and attack, and in a blink of an eye there were several corpses and countless severed limbs beside him. The gray uniform was soaked in blood, and the hot The temperature in the body soared.

Kemp asked, "Where's Burlogo?"

"He's still inside," Palmer said as he pulled the trigger as he retreated, "but don't worry about him, he's got a way out."

"Are you sure?" Shelley wondered.

Palmer affirmed, "I'm sure, he's the best of us."

"Where's Church?"

Hart asked again, he erected the giant shield, and the heavy shield cut across the corridor, blocking the enemy's way like a giant wall.

"I don't know, but he's probably fine," Palmer said, "Bologo and I... To be precise, Bologo is drawing all the attention of the enemy to himself, and he's giving us a chance. "

"Ok."

Hearing what Palmer said, Hart knew what to do.

Under the ever-increasing ether, the defense of the giant shield was crumbling. The high temperature invaded the metal, and the shield was covered with cracks. Even Hart's strength could hardly support the enemy's continuous attacks.

"I've had enough."

Hart suddenly said in a loud voice, he tore off his shirt, and took off his mask, the jet-black hair grew out violently, exuding steaming heat.

After becoming a beast, Hart has been troubled by one thing, and that is his own heat dissipation problem.

Thick hair covered Hart's body. With a little strenuous exercise, his body temperature would rise sharply. Just like a beast, his means of heat dissipation were extremely limited.

Under the influence of heat, Hart's temper can become very irritable.

"go!"

Hart picked up the huge shield, saying that he wanted Palmer and the others to evacuate, but he rushed towards the shield guard in front of him.

The shield guards also panicked for a moment, they thought that Hart belonged to the original school, but after raising the huge shield, Hart suddenly turned into a beast, which was clearly the power of the Ascension School.

Hart was so powerful that the heavy shield directly overwhelmed a shield guard. Hart was riding on the shield. At first he could still feel the reaction of the ether below him, but as the heavy punch fell, Hart abruptly separated He crushed a shield guard to death with his shield, blood gurgling out from the gap in contact with the ground.

Picking up the shield, there was a bloody corpse under the shield. Hart raised the shield high, and while resisting the attack for Palmer and the others, he retreated step by step.

After the four met, the battle obviously went much smoother, and within a short time, the four successfully killed them from the Wuyuan Fortress, soaked in blood and steaming hot.

"Those speechless people suddenly returned to the Fog Abyss Fortress for some reason, that's how we broke in."

Breathing heavily, Kemp explained to Palmer what had just happened.

"Speechless?" Palmer recalled. "You don't want to know what's going on in there."

Like a demon god, Borrog killed an unknown number of people without words, and usurped a lot of power from their bodies. Sometimes Palmer felt that his partner was ridiculously strong, and sometimes he felt that he was very strange.

"Are you sure he can escape?"

Kemp hesitated, "We just noticed..."

"Are you aware of the power of the Glorious One?" Palmer asked, "Yes, I felt it too, even clearer than you, and the power hit me directly on the face."

Palmer complained loudly, but soon his voice became firm again.

"Bologo will be all right."

The four of them ran wildly on the fog-filled corridor, and just evacuating from the Fog Abyss Fortress was not considered a safe zone.

There was a screaming sound from the sea of ​​fog, and the four of them stopped, looking at a tumbling sea of ​​thick fog, they saw a dazzling green light rising rapidly, the light was so strong that it was enough to make everyone in the area can see.

Palmer was stunned for two seconds, then said, "Church succeeded."

Several people looked at each other, with surprise in their eyes. There were too many twists and turns in this operation, and they almost forgot their original purpose.

High-pitched etheric fluctuations emerged from the Fog Abyss Fortress, passing over several people like a shock wave, and even caused the sea of ​​fog to vibrate and ripple.

Palmer nervously looked in the direction of the Fog Abyss Fortress. After the impact, an astonishing sense of tremors came, as if an earthquake had occurred. The Fog Abyss Fortress shook violently. Large chunks of rocks shattered and collapsed continuously. Like a landslide, a small part of the Fog Abyss Fortress collapsed directly into the Sea of ​​Fog.

Vaguely, Palmer saw, in the mixed collapse, a blue shadow galloping at high speed, and his target was under the sea of ​​fog.

"It's crazy..."

Only then did Palmer understand where Burlogo's confidence came from. His original purpose was to sneak into the sea of ​​fog and escape. After all, it was not the first time he had done so.

Presumably the king's shield guards are also confused. As an undead, Bologo fully utilized his own undead advantage.

Now that all the staff have successfully evacuated, there is no need to stay longer.

The collapse gradually spread here, like a landslide, the rocks fell, and the corridor built along the cliff was smashed.

"Run!"

Palmer yelled uncontrollably, not caring about his image.

Kemp couldn't figure it out, and they didn't stop. Palmer was yelling something, and then he noticed that there was a gust of wind accompanying them. Previously, in order to hide their whereabouts, Palmer would also perform ether shielding. Now They almost demolished half of the Mistpit Fortress, and Palmer didn't pretend anymore.

The secret energy was fully unfolded, the breeze turned into a howling fury, and accompanied the team, the sea of ​​fog and confusion along the way was completely blown away by it. The speed of the group increased a lot, and they ran wildly in the air corridor without reservation.

The dense fog was blown away by the strong wind, and the field of vision gradually became clear, revealing the way to escape.

(End of this chapter)