After the roaring smoke and dust, only a figure was left standing in the ruin-like darkness, indicating the final winner.
"Ahem..."
Norm gasped in pain and fell to the ground. Under the violent blow of the hammer, the ground around him was dented a lot, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in the ground.
Thanks to the strengthening of "Dragon Blood", the blow of the shock hammer failed to kill him, but it also completely weakened him. His chest collapsed, his ribs were broken, and every breath brought pain like a sharp knife.
, blood overflowed gurglingly.
His arms were completely bent and twisted, and the glow of the "alchemy matrix" on his body also dimmed, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second.
"Ha ha……"
Norm took a big breath of air. Although he was so miserable, he knew that Boluo Ge must not be having a hard time either.
Boluogo lost his left hand, and when he smashed his chest, his poisonous "dragon blood" must have also splashed onto his body.
The poison will infect his whole body, and eventually Bologo will die of heart paralysis and respiratory failure.
The surrounding smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and a ghostly figure appeared next to Norm.
"Ah... it's over like this? I feel like there's still something left unfinished."
A ghostly voice sounded, and Nomu's eyes widened as he stared at Boluogo who walked out of the smoke.
He lowered his head, and the devil's face was tattered, overlapping with his original appearance.
Evil and reality intersect with each other.
Boluogo tore off the sticky skin on his face and threw the demon's face aside, revealing the bloody and pale face with blazing blue eyes.
"How can this be?"
Norm's breathing became rapid, and he struggled to get up, but he couldn't do it at all. Soon, the "Alchemy Matrix" on his body completely dimmed, and the restless "Dragon Blood" stopped.
"Nothing is impossible, just like I never thought that I would like this job so much."
Boluogo was talking to himself and raised his left hand. Numerous white bones were rapidly forming, followed by blood vessels and muscles. Flesh and blood continued to proliferate until new skin rewrapped them.
“Just like new!”
Boluogo waved his hand excitedly, letting Norm look at his new palm.
Norm's eyes were gradually covered with fear.
"Don't worry, friend, the boss wants to live, so you won't die...at least not here."
Burlogo comforted Norm affectionately.
He tore off the tatters hanging on his body, revealing the gray-black windbreaker underneath. Under Boluogo's careful protection, his new clothes were not stained with much blood, except for some blood stains on the collar and cuffs.
He adjusted his tight tie to breathe easier. Under the tie was a shirt that was completely stained red.
Boluogo shrugged. Even in hell, he must maintain his due dignity and elegance.
The scene in front of him unexpectedly became harmonious. Norm fell to the ground, dying, while Boluogo stood aside and arranged his clothes, then walked aside and picked up his suitcase.
Opening the box, as expected, crystal clear rubies were stuffed into the corners of the suitcase. In other parts, there were many dark red potions. Unexpectedly, these potions were not damaged in the fierce battle.
"It's so beautiful."
Boluogo picked up a philosopher's stone at random. Although it contained flocculent impurities, its crystal clarity and soulful delicacy were still enough to make people crazy.
Like solidified blood.
"You can take these things with you, and no one will refuse them, whether it's for the soul in them or the value they bring."
Norm squinted at Boluogo, tempting him.
Boluogo didn't respond, he just held up the philosopher's stone and watched calmly.
Just like Reed at that time, the Philosopher's Stone exuded strange magic power and captured all of Boluogo's attention.
In the crystal bright red, those deposited flocs seem to be slowly squirming, like smoke-like ghosts solidified in gems.
They change slowly, like a whirlpool, swallowing up Boluogo's will and awakening the most primitive and passionate desires in his heart.
Noam looked at Boluogo who had completely calmed down, feeling a little happy in his heart.
He has been in contact with the Philosopher's Stone and knows very well what kind of strange power these "golden" entities have.
These most precious "golden souls" that belong only to human beings are magical.
That crazy magic.
The devil will use it to satisfy the hungry hole, and humans will be born with terrible greed because of this bright red color, trying to occupy it forever.
In Noam's view, Bologg had obviously never been in contact with the Philosopher's Stone and was easily bewitched by the magic of the Philosopher's Stone. What Noam didn't know was that Bologg was a debtor and his soul was inherently flawed.
This magical temptation will be further amplified in Boluogo.
Swallow the philosopher's stone to satisfy the restless void.
Thin and complicated whispers sounded in the ears, they seemed to be reciting something, and they seemed to be praising something. They have been sung from the unknown era to the present and even the future.
Yes, that's it, further tempted.
Nomu watched all this with great anticipation. As long as he had some time to recover some of his physical strength and release his "secret power" again, he might still have a chance to kill Boluogo.
Boluogo held up the Philosopher's Stone and gradually closed the distance until the Philosopher's Stone was almost touching his face...
"Bang bang."
A strange sound sounded, and Norm was stunned, and then screamed.
"What are you doing!"
"Nothing, nothing... I've always wanted to try it," Boluogo spit out the philosopher's stone from his mouth and covered his mouth. He complained, "This thing is so hard. How did the demons eat it?"
?Swallow hard?”
Norm didn't answer, but looked at Boluogo with a crazy look.
"It is indeed made of condensed souls. This thing looks really good."
Boluogo played with the philosopher's stone that was full of saliva, glanced at Norm, and threw the philosopher's stone at him as if to humiliate him, hitting him on the head.
He seemed to be addicted to playing. He was carrying a suitcase in one hand and throwing the Philosopher's Stone around with the other. The precious Philosopher's Stone fell all over the floor, as cheap as a child's toy.
"You look a little surprised, what? Do you think I will hold these gems and lick them endlessly?"
Boluogo looked at Norm with disdain.
It was cool when he threw away the philosopher's stones, but now he has to pick them up again conscientiously.
He didn't know how to free these poor souls. He had to bring these things to Lebius.
"Are you pretending? Pretending to be tempted to humiliate me?"
Norm was completely desperate and no longer thought about resisting.
"No, I am indeed a little...'possessed'?" Boluogo said casually, collected the philosopher's stone, stored it back next to the dark red potion, and then closed the suitcase tightly.
"You can't... break away so easily."
Norm didn't understand. He still remembered the first time he was tempted. He cut himself and relied on the severe pain to crawl out of the trance. But the Boluogo in front of him was so relaxed, as if he
There is no desire.
"Yes, everyone lives for something, is tempted and driven by something," Bologg agreed with Norm. It is difficult to escape one's own desires, "such as wealth, fame, status, power...
"
"Looking at it this way, human beings are really complicated and their desires are all kinds of strange."
He said and pulled Nomu up from the ground. The severe pain made Nomu roar. His twisted and broken limbs hung down weakly. The chains were tied to his body, and he was dragged by Boluogo like a dead dog.
.
"But, my desires are a little different from yours."
Burlogo carried the suitcase in one hand and dragged Norm away with the other, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
"I want to punish evil people, evil people like you, watching you suffer, watching you being tortured, watching you wailing..."
Nomu couldn't see Boluogo's face, but could only see a gray-black back, and ferocious words spat out of his mouth.
This is a moody monster. He will bite the philosopher's stone in a funny way, and he will also brutally kill his enemies. He seems to be approachable, and he can even chat with his enemies, but underneath his words, there is a lot of hatred and hatred.
fury.
"This kind of hatred is too hot, so hot that the illusory promise is not enough to seduce me... After all, I have you by my side, right?"
Bologger let out a hideous laugh.
"But...do you think there is a god in this world?"
Norm didn't answer. He began to realize that Boluogo had a mental problem. No matter how much he talked to such a lunatic, he could not change his destiny.
"I wish there was such a...violent and terrifying god."
Borogo and Norm chatted endlessly.
"If it really exists, I would rather believe it. It feels like the job I am engaged in now."
When he came to a wall, Boluogo stopped and couldn't stop mumbling.
"Wow, we can punish you evildoers reasonably and legally, from Monday to weekend, and you can still make money for this. There are even subsidies for meals, travel expenses, etc., you can rest on statutory holidays, and there is a year-end bonus at the end of the year...
…”
Bologger spoke words that Norm didn't understand at all.
"This is a great job, isn't it?"
Seeing that Norm didn't respond, Boluogo gave him a pair of kicks to cheer up the scarred guy with severe blood loss.
"Don't pretend to be dead. As a condenser, you shouldn't die that easily."
Nomu's face turned pale. The Sublime One wouldn't die that easily, but that didn't mean he wouldn't die.
Boluogo squatted down, looked at Norm, and then looked at the wall beside him, and asked.
"What do you think should be engraved on the commemorative coins?"
Rubbing his hands together excitedly, Boluogo imagined the beautiful scene, then held the folding knife and walked towards the blank wall.
Sharp and complicated sounds sounded, like a sharp knife cutting the wall, using scars as pens and blood as paint.
Boluogo walked briskly, and every sound of footsteps beat in Norm's heart like a drum.
That was the weirdest and most eerie sound that Norm had ever heard in his life. The clear footsteps stepped on the pool of blood, with a slippery and sticky feeling, as if there was something indescribable dancing.
He has an unstable form, moody, sometimes with countless tentacles, sometimes with a carapace as hard as a sharp blade, the howling wind of winter, the blazing sun of blazing summer flames.
