The senator's eyes were full of surprise. He didn't expect that under such a powerful force, someone would still dare to resist him. What the senator didn't expect was that Bologo's target was not him, but the blood of the regent.
Borogo saw through the elder's strength, and the elder was just another Night King, another Serre Velerys, and another coward who was afraid of death.
Whether it is assisting the Night Clan or stealing the "Dawn Oath", all the actions of the elders are to survive, to obtain the blood of the Regent, and thus become a noble Night Clan.
Boluogo didn't have many friends, and he cared about these few friends. At the same time, Boluogo was a very grudge-bearing person, and those he hated rarely died well.
If the senator wanted to live, then Bologo wanted to put an end to it all.
For this surprise attack, the iron spear was almost entirely made of red mercury. Driven by the increase in ether, the speed of the iron spear reached its limit, piercing the strong wind, making a roaring sound, and burning into a stream of fire that could melt through metal.
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The roaring fire approached Derby. At this time, an elite bloodthirsty man who was still alive swooped in and tried to hinder the advancement of the flowing fire, but then the flowing fire exploded again and spread into a rain of fire all over the sky.
Out of professionalism, Bologo chose a large-scale attack to ensure that the explosion was enough to destroy the Regent's Blood.
The fires continued together, like a wall of fire collapsing from the front. Even if the elite bloodthirsty people used their bodies as shields to block a large number of fireworks, there were still many flames overflowing like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, Derby was about to be destroyed.
engulf.
Derby clutched the Prince Regent's blood tightly and protected him under his chest. Even if he was seriously injured, he had to ensure the safety of the Prince Regent's blood. This was Derby's only bargaining chip to reverse the situation.
Derby yelled, "Are you going to sit idly by and ignore it?"
The next moment, a strong wind came, echoing and roaring around Derby. The advancing fire was blown by the howling wind, and it was difficult to approach for a while. Then a stronger hurricane passed by, blowing the fireworks in the other direction, and the air flow escaped at high speed.
, causing the local area to fall into a vacuum.
The rain of fire released by Boluoge with all his strength was easily resolved by the senator, and this was not the end yet.
Aether lingered around Bologg, and before Bologg landed, blood dyed Bologg's vision red, and then noisy noises filled his ears.
It was like thousands of ghosts surrounding Bologo, they made high-pitched and shrill screams, and finally the decibel level broke through the threshold, destroying Bologo's hearing.
The world is silent.
A shallow bloodstain appeared on the surface of Boluogo's body. The bloodstain rapidly expanded, extended, and penetrated into the flesh. The hideous wound spread instantly. The dense injuries spread all over the body, almost tearing Boluogo into a puddle of rotten flesh.
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It hit the ground heavily, and the heavy wind pressure held Boluogo tightly, squeezing his body, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the wound. In the blink of an eye, a mass of blood gathered under Boluogo's body.
A pool of blood.
"Don't hold back, he is an immortal just like me."
In the extinguished fireworks, Derby looked at Bologg with lingering fear. If it hadn't been for the betrayal of the senator tonight, he really couldn't figure out how to deal with Bologg.
Bologo is a formidable opponent, with a professional and rigorous attitude, an efficient and cold style, cunning and changeable, extremely practical secret powers, and an immortal body that can make him come back countless times.
Derby hates such opponents.
In the ancient times, no matter how humble the Night Clan was, they would have a arrogant sense of superiority when facing humans.
Yes, humans.
The Night Clan who have obtained immortality have long separated themselves from humans. In their world view, the two are completely different species, one can die and the other cannot die.
The Night Clan will stubbornly adhere to all kinds of noble etiquette and take away the lives of their enemies in an extremely elegant way. The battle of life and death is like a game to them. They can die calmly and stand up again, but their enemies
They can only try their best.
They only have one chance.
Boluogo is like a deformed cell, a twisting and violent episode in the plot. Now another undead has appeared, and he also targets the night tribe.
The balance of life and death has been broken. No matter how arrogant the Night Clan is, they will be dismembered by Boluogo and cast into a coffin.
After hearing Derby's words, the senator increased his strength. Half of Bolog's body sank into the ground, and blood overflowed into the gap.
Is this...the Basekeeper?
Boluogo whispered in his heart, there was nothing he could do at this moment, and in the face of absolute power, Boluogo could only obey.
"Give me the blood of the Regent."
After clearing the battlefield, the senator continued the previous transaction and asked Derby for the money.
The backlash of the oath, the old body...many negative forces affect the elder. His life can be calculated in minutes. He must complete the blood donation as soon as possible and transform himself into a night tribe.
Derby hesitated for a moment, but seeing what the senator had done and the "Dawn Oath" in his hand, this was the simplest and most direct way to vote.
There is nothing to hesitate. If Derby wants to leave here alive, the strength of the elders is indispensable.
Derby strode towards the senator, preparing for the blood-giving ceremony.
The senator's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he stared closely at the container in Derby's hand, where his "new life" was flowing.
"Blood...blood..."
The strong wind lifted the elder's body, and he floated towards Derby. When the distance between the two was a few meters, another wave of ether suddenly rose. Derby turned around, and a black shadow enveloped his head.
Out of instinct, Derby put away his arm and tried to protect the blood of the regent. At the same time, the shadow tried his best to swing a fatal sword.
The sword blade failed to hit the Regent's Blood, but it still cut off Derby's palm with the sword. The Regent's Blood was tightly clenched in the broken palm.
The elder glared at this guy who appeared out of thin air. He had obviously killed everyone on the battlefield, but at this moment another character appeared.
The ether rises, and an angry attack descends.
Aimu only had time to cross her hands to protect her chest. In the next second, dense wind blades slashed her body, leaving dents on the metal body. Then a heavy blow smashed Aimu into the ruins.
The pressure came again, grinding the randomly raised ruins into a flat surface.
The small piece of ruins was compressed into a square, and Aimu was embedded in the square. His left arm was completely bent, and the arc flashed non-stop.
If Amu was not an alchemy doll, the elder's blow would be enough to kill Amu.
Aimu showed a reluctant smile. She did it and completed the surprise attack. Even though she failed to destroy the blood of the regent, she still hindered the elders.
The broken palm rolled down among the ruins. Derby covered the wound and searched for the broken palm in panic. The senator also became anxious. He was about to activate the strong wind, and suddenly the extreme cold fell in the heart of the senator.
This is not the coldness of the senses, but the low temperature from instinctive fear. Suddenly, a gentle voice lingers in the battlefield. The other party's voice is not loud, even a little low, but the voice is so clearly transmitted into everyone's mind.
in the ears.
"The first act is loaded, the third act is gunshot."
The senator's actions came to a halt, the strong wind dispersed uncontrollably, and his feet touched the ground again. He held the scepter vigorously, trying not to fall down.
"Ha ha……"
The senator gasped violently, and the familiar airflow became extremely sharp. Every time he breathed, he felt like sharp knives were cutting his lungs, throat, and cutting his internal organs until the flesh and blood were blurred.
In fact, this is also true.
The senator covered his heart. Something was squeezing his atrium. The unknown entity was rapidly expanding, and then was pulled by another force, rushing through his body.
Break out of the body.
The senator saw it, it was a blood-stained warhead, it emerged from his heart, then left his body and left.
What’s even weirder is that the trajectory of the bullet is like going back in time, with the bullet spinning towards itself, but it keeps retreating until it returns to the barrel of the gun.
On the other side of the ruins, the assassin who had been waiting for a long time appeared, and Church watched the farce expressionlessly.
Just like his ordinary face, Church has always been a person with a very thin sense of presence. Even on this terrifying battlefield, few people would notice him.
As the bullet returned to the gun chamber, the flintlock gun in Church's hand also experienced a reverse flow of time. The flint was clamped to the starting position, and the spilled gunpowder smoke gathered again and fell into the dark muzzle.
Church was very tired in an instant, as if he had experienced a big battle, and the aether glow on his body was completely dimmed. This shot almost consumed all his aether.
The elder stared blankly at the gun in Church's hand. This was the first time he had seen this alchemical weapon, but it gave the elder an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Many years ago, the elder saw an alchemical weapon similar to it. He vaguely remembered that it was an alchemical weapon called the "Destined Gun". When it aimed at the enemy and pulled the trigger, it was like a predetermined fate.
No matter how the enemy resists, the bullet will eventually hit.
Different from the established gun, the veteran had been hit by Chekhov's gun long before the trigger was pulled. Now Church's arrival is just to recover the bullet and complete the fate of the cycle.
"It's just a little bit..."
The senator murmured, and the blood drained from the gunshot wound on his chest revealed his shining heart.
As early as many years ago, the heart of the elders had already been transformed into the ether.
Even so...
The senator's vision began to dim. He arched his body and vomited more blood. Even the golden mask fell down and was soaked in the blood.
When the elder's breath calmed down, he saw an extremely ugly and hateful face in the blood.
The elder was frightened for a moment, his face looked like a ghost.
Then the senator realized that the evil spirit in the blood was none other than himself.
