Endless Debt.

Chapter 89
The influence of the contracted object is two-way. While gaining power, one must also pay a corresponding price. The power and price of the "Spirit of Horror" is fear. The enemy will feel the fear that goes deep into the bone marrow. Logo's heart rose.

The iron wire that sewed the mask was twisted, as if it had life. The wire twisted and pierced through the leather and stabbed Burrogo's cheek.

Pain and fear.

The strange mist overflowed, spreading fear and madness. For a moment, Bologo seemed to be no longer a human being, but some kind of evil and treacherous thing, which was twisted and dirty, wearing a human skin.

The narrow corridors were crowded with demons, and Borrog gasped for a few seconds before advancing again, swinging claw hammer and jackknife at them.

In the frantic roar and blood, Bologo pierced the demon's heart with a knife, and his body clings to it, using it as a shield.

The bullets blasted the corpse into flowers of blood, and Burrog pushed the corpse, like a wall of advancing flesh, towards the enemy at the end of the corridor.

"Fire! Fire!"

The demons roared loudly. They felt infinite fear from the evil spirit in front of them, but the volatilized liquid spirit potion exuded a sweet aura.

They are both terrified and delighted, as if caught between hell and heaven.

The trigger was pulled repeatedly, and the bright gunfire kept flickering, just like the shutter of a camera. After each flash of light, it was a frame that was frozen, and in that frame, as much as possible, It's blood and stumps.

There was an unknown number of warheads in the corpse, and Bologo pushed the corpse away, overwhelmed the leading demon, stepped on the corpse, and jumped over the heads of the demons.

In the darkness, Borrog is like a phantom of a ghost, with a lot of blood on every move.

Like a famous bad artist painting here, the gray and white walls are covered with patterns outlined in red.

"You'd better be within my sight, Bologo."

The voice sounded in his head, Palmer on the outer wall couldn't see Burlogo, and this guy rushed into the shadows.

"Don't worry, I think something is wrong."

After a while, Burlogo's voice sounded, but he did not continue to say anything.

Palmer stared at the pitch-black factory, all he could see were gunfire flickering and the roar of demons.

In close combat, the firearms restricted the battle. The demons drew out their short knives and slashed at Bologo. in front of the throat.

It was pressed against the wall by Burlogo with one hand, and could only block the jackknife so that the sharp blade would not cut its throat. Then Burlogo let go of the first demon and leaned over to the other side Rolling, swinging the claw hammer at the same time, smashing the knee of the second demon with one blow.

It originally swung its knife at Bologo, but with the severe pain in its knees, it fell down powerlessly. In this narrow corridor, its short knife hit the first one that was released by Bologo. head of the devil.

Before the wailing could be heard, Bologo, who got up from the ground, stabbed his jackknife through the throat of the first demon, and then swung a claw hammer to smash the head of the second demon.

After finishing the two demons and putting down the jackknife, Bologo heard the sound of walking fast, turned around and grabbed the demon's wrist. The demon roared loudly, holding the knife in both hands and vowing to split Bologo's head.

Boluo Ge was suppressed for a while, and the whole person was pressed against the wall by the demon, barely supporting the cut dagger with one hand, and holding the claw hammer with the other hand at this time.

The demon held the dagger high in both hands, and it was indeed very powerful, even temporarily suppressing Bologo, but what it didn't notice was that its entire abdomen was exposed at this time, without any cover.

The sharp goat horns were like a chisel, and they smashed towards the abdomen, once, twice, three times, and in a blink of an eye, the demon's abdomen was stained red with blood, and the flesh and bones were mixed together.

With the last blow, Burrog completely smashed the hammer head in, and pulled hard, like a ruptured water bag, blood poured out.

The demon's body softened, and he leaned against Bologo's body. His internal organs mixed with plasma spilled all over his body, and then fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Aha...aha..."

Pushing away the corpse, Burrog gasped heavily, which was really a physical effort.

Pulling out the jackknife on the corpse, he was covered in blood and walked towards another corridor.

"kill him!"

Glittering light in the dimness, glowing with the cold color of metal.

The demon ran towards him, and Bologo strode forward to meet him, kicking and kicking the demon over.

The gunshot rang out, and a flower of blood exploded on Burrog's shoulder, and in the darkness on the other side, the demon raised his pistol and laughed.

There is a sweet smell rolling in the air, this insane smell, even smelling it can bring great satisfaction, every devil is red-eyed.

"damn it."

Burrog cursed, and the demon tried to fire, but before it could pull the trigger, Burrog hurled the claw hammer.

His marksmanship is not good, but in terms of throwing, he was unexpectedly accurate. The sharp horns were directly embedded in the devil's eye sockets and stuck on the top of his head.

While it screamed, Bologo strode towards it, and at this moment, more footsteps sounded, and the red-eyed demons pulled the trigger on Bologo.

Among the chaotic gunshots, the gunfire continued to flicker, and Bologo threw down the demon in one fell swoop, and forced its body to block him.

The flying bullets killed the demon, and Burrog grabbed its pistol and fired continuously into the darkness, regardless of whether he hit his eyes or not, Burrog simply fired all the bullets.

Before he could continue to take any action, a ferocious face suddenly appeared in the darkness behind him, and another demon touched it at some point.

It pounced on Bologo from behind, and the two were stalking on the ground. Bologo thought something was wrong. During the short time it was under control, more demons surrounded him, like a drunk After the fight, a group of people bumped into the darkness.

Half of Bolog's body was suppressed. He wanted to swing the jackknife, but there was no room to exert force. The claw hammer was stuck on the corpse. In the darkness, Bilogo was not sure where it was.

Groping indiscriminately, Bologo didn't care what he caught, and directly used it as a weapon to smash towards the nearest head.

The head sank, and blood spattered.

Regardless of the number of stab wounds on his body, Boluoge was also red-eyed, let go of the jackknife, struggled among the demons, clamped his elbows on the throat of a demon, and tightened it tightly. Its face turned red.

Wielding the weapon in his hand, he slammed it down hard on the face, his teeth were bloody and bloody, and it was at this moment that Burlogo saw clearly what he was holding.

A bloody wrench.

"a ha ha ha!"

Burrog laughed the devil.

There were screams, impacts, and blood, and a group of people were wrestling on the ground.

The bloated and clumsy battle lasted for a few minutes. The ground was full of corpses, and some demons were not dead, but were dying, with multiple fractures and twisted limbs.

It was as if someone had knocked over a large bucket of tomato sauce, and the ground became scarlet and sticky. Among the standing corpses, a figure in a state of embarrassment slowly stood up.

"The final winner!"

He raised his wrench aloft, declaring the winner of the melee.

The conscious demon looked at the figure, it didn't understand why this happened, obviously they stabbed this guy countless times, but this guy always stood up again.

Burrog took a deep breath. He felt his body was sticky, and the uncooled blood was still rising white gas, like an overloaded machine, burning out bursts of white smoke.

"Are you ok?"

Palmer's voice sounded, he couldn't see the situation of Burrog, but he just heard Burrog's roar, and he didn't know what he had experienced.

"Fortunately, I just had a wrestling match."

Burrog raised his hand and glanced at the wrench in his hand. He didn't know how many bones it had broken. The wrench looked a little crooked.

Fumbling on the ground, Burrog retrieved his jackknife and claw hammer, but this time he did not continue to pounce, but lowered his breath, lowered his sense of presence as much as possible, and hid in the shadow on one side.

"I was thinking about something before, Palmer, according to Church's report, it's dark here at night, even though there are lights, they don't turn on."

Burrogo analyzed.

Church's report was very comprehensive, and one line caught Burogo's attention, that is, the factory was kept dark at night, and the patrols were all illuminated by flashlights.

Bologo felt that this part was very unreasonable. If he was the other party, as an expert, Burlogo would not do unnecessary things unless the matter had another purpose.

"Just like you like the hardware store, maybe the darkness here is because the Sublimator likes darkness." Palmer said.

"First of all, I didn't say I liked the hardware store, and second, it has nothing to do with liking," Burlogo corrected.

"This is a kind of 'environment', just like a hunter would hide himself in the jungle, this dark environment is his jungle for the decondenser, and only this can explain why this guy doesn't Turn on the light," said Burrog.

"He can wait for us to make a surprise attack before turning off the lights." Palmer didn't understand. "This dark environment restricts the fighting of these demons."

"Maybe that guy didn't care about demons from the beginning?"

Palmer was taken aback by Burlogo's words.

"Just like my feint attack is to test out the other party's secret power. For him, these demons who died in fear in the dark are also his victims. He used it to feign attack our soldiers."

Burrog continued.

"As I guessed before, he likes this dark environment, this is his jungle... His secret power can cooperate with darkness."

"I get it, I get it, it's like you're in the hardware store, right?" Palmer was still thinking about the hardware store, "There's metal everywhere, and you can hold a sharp sword at your fingertips. . . The steel factory is right for you!"

Burlogo directly ignored Palmer's words, and then he realized something.

"Maybe I'm already under the influence of his secret power, and he's looking at me."

"Then what is he going to do next?" Palmer became serious.

"Is there even a need to think about it?" Bologo glanced at the corpses all over the ground, "The feint failed, the most he can guess is that I am a better person to be beaten."

"So……"

The loud smashing noise interrupted Bologo's words, and a thick arm broke through the wall directly, reaching out to grab Bologo.

"Then let's see how resistant I am to beating!"

Burrog retreated quickly, his thick arms retracted, and with a loud bang, Bill punched the wall with his fist.

The deep blue light trails crawled on his body, turning into a magnificent and glowing tattoo.

(End of this chapter)