Blood flowed along the grooves on the metal and gathered at the end of the handle. It fell in large drops and seeped into the carpet. Above the blade, a monster with barely human form was nailed to the ceiling.
The moment the blade hit it, it spread and exploded into dense iron thorns, tearing every inch of his muscles and shattering all his bones. His skin still had form, but the inside had already turned into a ball of mud.
Blood.
Based on his experiences in the past few days, Boluogo had already guessed what the monster was, but he still observed it carefully to confirm.
He had a familiar pale complexion, lost his mind, and was left with only crazy scarlet eyes. He had a strong ability to resurrect, but under Bologo's fatal blow, this only ability to resurrect lost its effect and he died completely.
Boluogo whispered, "The bloodthirsty one."
Within the Night Clan, different classes are divided according to the purity of their blood. The nobler the blood, the more able it is to pass on its power to the next class when performing "blood giving". For example, if Sere performs "blood giving" on a mortal,
After giving blood, the mortal will directly jump to the pure-blood class in the Night Clan.
However, under the transmission layer by layer, no matter how pure the bloodline is, it will gradually deteriorate, and the power of the Night Clan will continue to decline. The most obvious manifestation of this is the class of "bloodthirsty".
Bloodthirsty people are the lowest among the many classes of the Night Clan. Their bloodline has been degraded many times, and they have been affected by extremely severe blood thirst for many years. They have basically no sense at all, and are just monsters driven by the desire for blood.
The weaknesses of the Night Clan are also constantly deteriorating, and are concentrated on the bloodthirsty ones. Silver weapons are much more lethal to them, and will be burned to ashes the moment they come into contact with sunlight. As for the things that the Night Clan is proud of,
Immortality, reflected on bloodthirsty people, only makes them have stronger resilience.
After suffering a fatal blow, they will truly die like mortals, just like the one killed by Bologo now.
"As the bloodline continues to deteriorate, its own blood contract will gradually become distorted," Sere once commented on the existence of bloodthirsty people. "If the pure-blooded class is a debtor who has been given a gift, then the bloodthirsty people
, just a group of unique demons.”
Objectively speaking, the Bloodthirsters are still debtors, but under the constant deterioration of the power of the Night Clan, they are no different from demons who have lost their minds and are thirsty for souls.
Boluogo walked to the window and looked outside the Fortress of Morrowind. With the flash of lightning, he saw countless bloodthirsty figures coming with the tide. Without any sign or warning, the Night Clan's offensive came again.
, and this time they actually crossed the coastal defense line and invaded into Morrowind Stronghold.
How is this possible? Is the core of the Krax family so fragile?
Before Bologg could come up with an answer, a hoarse sound followed the wind and rain, and sharp claws were drawn from all directions, like ropes.
A green glow suddenly rose, and in the area where Boluoge was located, all the bricks and stones touched by the cauldron flames instantly turned into sharp spikes, rushing towards the surrounding areas.
Those bloodthirsty people who were hanging on the outer walls of the castle and preparing for a sneak attack were all penetrated, and their bodies were pierced into a ball of mud, and then thrown to the dark earth.
On the flat outer wall of the castle, there were now clusters of stone spikes. Bologg stood among the spikes, with the glow of ether rolling in his eyes.
Sharp bird calls came from the clouds, and then more sharp calls gathered together. Under the background of thunder, Boluogo saw the birds falling from the dark clouds. They were like dark clouds caressing the earth.
Extended tentacles.
A flock of wind-eroded birds swooped towards the Stronghold of Morrowind.
The first wind-eroded bird hit the solid wall head-on, as if committing suicide, leaving bright blood stains on the wall.
The heavy rain washed away the wall, but the blood seemed to be very sticky and unmoved. After a short delay, the blood boiled and burned, like violent gunpowder, and then detonated.
Violent fire ignited on the outer wall, and the explosion shook the building. The shock was transmitted to Boluogo, and this was just the beginning. The densely packed wind-eroded birds hit the wall one after another, and the flaming blood set off continuous explosions.
.
For a moment, Morrowind Stronghold seemed to be caught in an ancient siege battle, with fierce artillery fire intertwined continuously.
These wind-eroded birds are different from the ones Boluogo saw on the first day. These alchemical creatures have been deeply transformed, and their blood is like red mercury, turning into biological bombs.
The flock of birds kept chirping loudly, they discovered Bologo, and several wind-eroded birds swooped towards Bologo.
"Damn it!"
Bologg summoned the snake scale liquid, and the dense scales were cast into a round shield. Bologg picked up the round shield and ran towards the other end of the corridor, and then an explosion came from the outer wall.
The fierce flames easily penetrated the windows, and the rolling flames seeped into the building like a tide, rushing through the corridors.
Boluogo's figure was also pushed up by the violent explosion and hit the wall on one side. Fortunately, the buckler withstood most of the impact. Boluogo stood up quickly and directed the flames of the cauldron towards
Spread to the outside world.
The masonry began to overlap and move, and Bologo quickly filled in the place where the explosion had destroyed it, but Bologg's filling speed was far less than the suicide attack of the Wind Erosion Bird.
Violent vibrations surrounded the Morrowind Fortress. All the glass shattered in an instant, scattering debris on the ground. The fire burned the carpet. In the raging fire, the solid outer wall began to collapse. Eventually, the wind eroded birds on the solid outer wall.
A huge gap was torn out.
The sea breeze mixed with gunpowder smoke poured into the building without any cover. A large number of bloodthirsty crawled through the gap into Morrowind Stronghold, and a melee was about to break out.
Boluogo stood up in embarrassment. After the smoke and dust cleared, there were many bloodthirsty people in the corridor that was about to turn into ruins. Moreover, these bloodthirsty people were covered with strong iron armor, and their backs were still full of bloodthirsty people.
Some complex alchemical devices can be seen, accompanied by their heavy and bloodthirsty breathing, injecting complex medicine into the body.
Boluogo sighed, "What a humble position..."
The Night Clan transformed these bloodthirsty creatures into alchemy-like beings, relying on potions and weapons to greatly increase their combat effectiveness.
Many ether reactions arose in the Morrowind Fortress. The Clerks family's Sublime Ones had already launched a counterattack, but this counterattack was a bit too late. The opponent had already entered the Morrowind Fortress. No matter what the result was, this
It was a disastrous defeat for the Clerks family.
The roar of hunger suddenly arose, and the bloodthirsty ones roared and charged towards Boluogo. Their arms were equipped with sharp claws, easily tearing the ground apart and raising dust as they ran.
Boluogo looked at them without changing his expression and said to himself, "That's it anyway. If I take it apart again, it won't be a big deal, right? Palmer."
In an instant, the flames of the cauldron spread to the entire corridor, covering several bloodthirsty ones.
Raising his hand, Bologo slowly clenched his fist and grasped the scepter of control.
"Follow...my orders."
The cyan fire seems to have given souls to these mortal substances and given them will, and now they obey Bologo's control.
The ground began to twist, and the walls began to squirm. The solid masonry was like a rolling wave, gradually collapsing and swallowing the bloodthirsties, like a sealed coffin.
Bologe could hear the abominable wailing sound, and as the bricks and stones were piled up, they would all turn into ruins, appearing before Bologe's eyes.
He raised his hand and smashed it down, abandoning the abominable thing. The collapsed and sealed masonry in front of him also collapsed further as if it was under heavy pressure in an instant. Those bloodthirsty people who were not dead seemed to be resettled.
Under the hydraulic press, it was crushed into a puddle of mud.
This is a technique that Bologg learned from Palmer. After seeing the impact of air pressure on the enemy, Bologg felt that he could also use matter to seal and squeeze the opponent, grinding it into fine blood.
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Just like the one a hundred years ago, it was called the Iron Maiden torture device, but Boluogo preferred to call this technique the Iron Hold.
Blood overflowed from the cracks, and a slight ether reaction rose from the ruins. The calm blood boiled under the call of the ether, and the scorching fire was about to be released, but this time it was under the control of Boluogo.
The ether surged, and Boluogo exerted all his strength to control it. A dazzling fire appeared in the gap between the masonry, and then a gap was opened on the completely closed side. The scorching fire was released from it, releasing the huge pressure.
out.
Not only the wind-eroded birds will explode, but also these bloodthirsty people. Compared with the feint attacks for many days, tonight's attack is the real attack of the Night Clan.
The noise of the thunderstorm was mixed with the continuous explosions. These troublesome monsters caused many people to fall into a bitter battle. Fortunately, during this period of time, the Morrowind Stronghold had experienced many battles. After a brief panic, the defense line was rebuilt, and the high-pitched
The ether reverberates endlessly.
Many condensers mobilized the power of the ether, and even under the dim night sky, many ether glows appeared, like aurora-like light bands across the battlefield.
In the chaos and disorder, Boluoge noticed clues in the bloody quagmire and looked warily at the other end of the ruins.
It may be difficult for others to find the real enemy in this situation, but Boluogo is different. He is deeply involved with the devil. He can detect those strange fluctuations and search for the existence of fellow debtors.
Looking into the vast black night, relying only on vague instincts, Boluogo fixed his gaze on the collapsed gap below, as if he could spy some evil figure from it.
The poisonous mist spreads, fills the air, and eats away at everything close to it, whether it is life or ether, they are all corrupted and tortured by it.
"Why am I not surprised?"
Boluogo murmured that he didn't know when he started to get used to his vacation turning into overtime.
