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

Before meeting Burlogo, Palmer always walked alone due to his own luck. However, some accidents would inevitably occur when walking alone. As a result, Palmer's career can no longer be described as bumpy. It can only be said that there are more.

Disasters galore.

Just when Palmer felt that life was hopeless and he was going to continue to be unlucky like this, his luck rarely picked up, and he met Bologna and became his partner.

This is a good day.

My career is gradually going smoothly. I have a partner who is approachable and has no pressure to get along with. Moreover, this partner unexpectedly overlaps with me in interests.

Of course, the best thing is that this partner will not die.

Continuous explosions came from behind, as if a violent monster was destroying buildings wantonly, crushing the lives along the way, and it also seemed like a shield machine was drilling back and forth in the Wuyuan Fortress without any restraints.

Like a giant worm, it gnawed holes in the rocks.

Palmer believed in Burlogo's decision and had no doubts. If Burlogo asked him to run, he would just run away.

It's just that the escape process was not smooth. Palmer could clearly feel the ether reactions rising one after another behind the layers of walls.

The condensers of the King's Shield Guard discovered him early on, but just now Boluogo was traveling with him. These guys knew very well that they were no match for Boluogo, so they remained hidden.

Now that Palmer and Bologo are separated, these hunting wolves are trying to hunt the lone Palmer. It is expected that Palmer will meet these enemies some distance away.

Palmer couldn't help but become nervous and lowered his breathing.

In the intersecting corridors, the two Sublime Sublimeers were the first to fight out. Their ether was high and they clenched their weapons. According to Mo Hu's perception, they were sure that Palmer was at this location. Looking into the deep and dim corridor, Pa

Ermo was nowhere to be seen.

Just when they were confused, a layer of ether suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

The two raised their heads and saw Palmer lifting the etheric shield and falling 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 muttered to himself, and the ether quickly flowed through his body, like a swirling storm, tugging at everyone's mind.

The two Sublime Masters held the hilts of their swords, and just when they were about to counterattack, a strong pressure came as Palmer fell. The roar of the wind filled his ear canals, and the high-frequency vibrations even caused blood to flow.

Slowly dripping from the ears.

They tried to pull out the hilt of the sword, but as soon as the blade was lifted a little, it was forced back into the scabbard by the increased pressure.

Secret Energy·Raging Wind begs for forgiveness!

Relying on the precise control of airflow, Palmer can increase or decrease the air pressure within a certain area. The sudden increase in pressure briefly suppressed the two sublimation practitioners, catching them off guard, and then the wind blade roared.

They were cut all over their bodies.

At this time, the ether between the two of them had surged furiously, and a counterattack was imminent. Similarly, Palmer had also fallen between the two of them, and the storm feathers were waved high.

"I think back then, I was also the Rookie of the Year."

Palmer murmured to himself, his words a little sad.

This can be regarded as a kind of wave after the fact. Since the appearance of Boluogo, the super valuable Rookie of the Year, no one has remembered Palmer at all. Now, only the stereotype of him as a hapless guy is left.

, nailed in everyone's mind.

"Damn it!"

One of them was cursing, and he swung his sword towards Storm Feather, but Palmer was faster than him, first because of his rank higher than the two, and then because of the acceleration effect brought by the secret power Stormrage Absolution.

From a scientific point of view, under the distorted reality of secret energy, every strike of Palmer is perfectly aerodynamic and extremely fast.

Scarlet blood suddenly appeared, and the arm holding the sword was raised rapidly. The condenser looked at his severed arm blankly, with shock written on his face.

These two guys are only first-stage sublimation masters. They do not possess strong reality-distorting abilities, and lack enough lethal means of direct killing.

Palmer approached the enemy and slashed with the dagger. The blood line extended along his throat. The Sublime Man was stunned on the spot. Then his vision began to change and he fell heavily to the ground. A headless corpse was confronting Palmer.

When it catches the eye, the picture freezes.

A frightened echo came from behind. Palmer could detect the falling of the sword from the disturbance of the airflow, but just like Palmer's previous movements, he was faster than anyone else.

"Accident? Friend."

Before the blade fell, the dark muzzle of the gun was already pointed at the enemy. The trigger was pulled. After the roar of the revolver, the alchemical warhead smashed the enemy's head into a ball of blood mist. After a few seconds, the body fell straight to the ground.

Go down.

Palmer dealt with the two of them neatly, but this did not mean that he was safe. He could detect the etheric reactions of the people around him who were approaching quickly. They were outnumbered, and there were also worshipers.

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

The surging ether approached, and Palmer rolled forward, and then dense warheads hit the position where he was just now, and the roaring flames rushed along the corridor. When he was about to catch up with Palmer, he called out

The surging air flow quickly passed through and collided with Shengyan.

After the billowing smoke, Palmer nimbly moved out. He had been unlucky for a long time. Palmer was very good at escaping. Unfortunately, this skill is now a bit rusty. Blame it on Burlogo.

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Due to the presence of powerful players like Burlogo, Palmer almost always played with a tailwind. Even if the wind went against him, with Burlogo supporting him, he had not escaped like this for a long time.

"Okay, sometimes you have to admit," Palmer continued to talk to himself, "the gap between people is still quite big."

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

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

The airtight environment means that Palmer can mobilize very little airflow, thus limiting his ability. If Palmer can rush to the outside world, he can use the power of the strong wind to fly briefly and escape from this ghost place.

Not much hope.

The etheric reactions of several believers appeared in front of Palmer. The King's Shield Guards were more familiar with the terrain of Mist Abyss Fortress than Palmer, and he was surrounded.

"Huh...it's really terrible."

Palmer was panting, and just as he was complaining about his unlucky luck, terrifying ether fluctuations came from the direction of the stone hall, and an invisible ether shock passed through the building. The terrifying intensity of the shock shocked everyone's mind.

All are blank.

A strong air flow surged through the corridor, collecting gravel and iron filings and hitting Palmer's face, causing a faint pain.

"The Glorious One..."

Palmer whispered, looking into the deep darkness behind him. The rushing wind echoed in the building, and there was a strange sound, as if a monster opened its mouth in the darkness, hungry for flesh and blood.

Heck, there are not only defenders in the Mist Abyss Fortress, but there are also Glorious ones.

Palmer felt that his blood had gone cold. He actually left Bologg alone in such a dangerous place. Palmer wanted to go back to look for Bologg, but before he could take a step, he stopped.

Come down.

What can I do if I go back? I am just a believer. A casual blow from the Glory One is enough to kill me. Maybe if I go back, I will hinder Boluogo.

Not to mention...can I break through the siege?

As Palmer thought this way, clear footsteps came from the darkness, the King's Shield Guards surrounded Palmer, and ether reactions of different levels arose.

"Regulations 1."

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

You only need to complete what you have to do within your responsibilities.

The glow of ether rose in the darkness, and one figure after another became clear. Some of them raised their guns, and some drew their swords. Sarcastic laughter came one after another, laughing at Palmer who had nowhere to go.

The fleeing beast.

"It's time to prove the glory of House Crixus."

Palmer thought this way, and the Storm Feather split into two in his hands. He held the daggers in both hands and assumed an offensive posture.

The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme, and a flash of fire broke out. The shield guards took the lead in launching an offensive, and the roaring fire burned towards Palmer.

In order to embolden himself, Palmer roared loudly, and then the louder roar overwhelmed his voice.

There was a rumbling sound from the other end of the corridor, like a bulldozer approaching at high speed. Accompanied by screams, several shield guards were knocked out by the huge force, and then a familiar, heavy giant shield was knocked out.

Ermo's eyes quickly widened.

The giant shield was thrown violently and hit in front of Palmer. Large pieces of masonry shattered into powder, blocking the furious fireworks and creating a vacuum area.

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

According to Boluogo's plan, they should stay outside the Mist Abyss Fortress to receive them.

“According to circumstances!”

Hart roared and punched hard, watching as a shield guard's head was smashed by him, and two other ether reactions rose up as blood overflowed.

Xue Lai spread out her senses as much as she could and monitored the movements of all the shield guards, while Kemp held the etheric sword and walked as fast as flying.

Professionals do professional things.

This is one of Burlogo's most common words. At first, Palmer only thought it was a line for Burlogo's character, but now, Palmer loves this sentence to death.

Hart's surprise attack greatly relieved Palmer's pressure, and Kemp's addition turned the escape into a counterattack.
To be continued...