Since Adele's death, Boluogo has felt a little irritable, and as time goes by, this irritability has become more intense, hot and unbearable.
This feeling was like mania, but Bologger understood that this anger came from his own heart.
Every time he gets new information and punishes those damned evildoers, Boluogo feels like his anger is being released, giving him a brief moment of peace. But no matter how many evildoers he kills, his anger is only relieved.
Being truly eradicated.
Only by ending all this can Bologg be freed. He is looking for Adele's soul non-stop.
Adele is different from Borrogo. She was murdered and forcibly "condensed". Borrogo pursued it all the way, but never found Adele's soul, which is the so-called "Philosopher's Stone".
This is the name after the human soul "condensates" into an entity, a crystal clear red crystal.
The soul is a bargaining chip in a deal with the devil. Similarly, such currency is also very popular among humans.
The reason why the Philosopher's Stone is precious is not only because it is an expensive alchemical material, but more importantly, it can be eaten by demons to relieve empty hunger and calm the outbreak of mania.
Part of the gray business in Opos is related to these. They use living people to "condensate" to produce philosopher's stones, and then sell them to demons at high prices to relieve the symptoms of mania and allow them to maintain their human form.
The list that Borogo found was the sales record of the Philosopher's Stone, and he used this to kill the demons on the list one by one.
"Condensation" cannot completely bind the human soul. Only the devil's "blood contract" can completely and completely control a person's soul. Therefore, Adele's soul will "disappear" sooner or later and return to freedom, leaving nothing behind.
How long does it take to completely evaporate and "disappear"?
But after working with Jeffrey for so long, Boluogo also learned some secret knowledge. For example, alchemists have many methods to prolong the existence of the philosopher's stone and slow down its evaporation.
Adele's death is a foregone conclusion. What Bologger wants to do now is to find her philosopher's stone as soon as possible and free her soul.
Every day, every second, made Boluogo extremely anxious, and he began to become irritable, cruel, and crazy.
Jeffrey often said that Boluogo had some mental problems. He could successfully hunt demons every time, but the process was terrible. He remembered that the two had made similar jokes before.
"You are like a brilliant doctor."
Jeffrey praised.
"But it's a pity that he is a forensic doctor."
It sounds weird.
But when did I become like this? This way, I can always get things done, but some troubles will occur.
Was it when I came into this world? When I signed my name under the devil’s blood contract? Or when I walked out of the dark prison?
Or... when Adele died?
Boluogo was too lazy to think about it, and he didn't have time to think about it.
The figure walked past quickly, kicking up gusts of breeze and blowing the advertisements posted on the wall, making a clattering sound.
As Boluogo ran all the way, the disgusting smell became stronger and stronger, almost making people breathless.
His current way of thinking is very simple. Boluogo doesn't care who these demons are, where they come from, or where they are going. He only has one idea in his mind.
Kill them all, leaving no one behind.
A hoarse roar came from the corner in front. Boluogo could smell the smell of demons, and the demons could also smell the breath of souls. Although it was incomplete, it was still worthy of their madness.
Rushing out of the corner, just as expected, a sharp scream sounded, colliding with the folding knife, creating dazzling sparks.
The two figures were close to each other, wrestling with each other.
The opponent's strength was great. Boluogo's steps were unsteady and he was almost knocked down. He slammed into the wall and turned away. Immediately after the wall, he was hit by a sharp sickle, leaving a slender dent.
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"Friend, you look very hungry."
Boluogo retreated, and the opponent was completely exposed to the field of vision. Under the dim and flickering lights, he looked extremely ferocious.
It was a demon that had lost its human form. Under the distortion of the "hollow", the opponent looked like a giant arthropod insect.
The head was twisted into an indistinguishable shape, and the lower jaw was opened to an almost twisted angle, revealing sharp and dense shark-like fangs, with dark red blood stains remaining between the teeth.
The arm was completely deformed, and the forearm transformed into a sickle-shaped blade like a mantis. If the folding knife hadn't blocked the attack just now, Bologo might have been cut in half.
The demon's body arched, ready to attack like a beast, setting off a howling wind.
Without any evasion, like colliding cavalry, Boluogo didn't stop for a moment.
The sword flashed past, bursts of sparks, and under the successive impacts, the arm holding the sword was numb from the shock, and Boluogo's offensive was suppressed. The opponent's strength and speed were much stronger, and the two sickles were intertwined.
The blow was so heavy that Bologo couldn't breathe.
Fortunately, the narrow corridor limited the demon's attacks, otherwise the pressure on Boluogo would be far greater than it is now.
After another heavy blow, Boluogo retreated, and the folding knife in his hand could not bear the damage. It was completely shattered. The fragments ejected, scratching Boluogo and piercing the demon's skin.
He threw the broken folding knife, and as expected, it was easily chopped down by the demon, but the moment it fell, another dazzling white light passed by, bringing with it a large smear of blood.
Boluogo kept swinging the knife and drew out a new folding knife.
The sickle is hard and sharp, but the part connected to the flesh and blood is not so strong. It is still flesh and blood, and the folding knife can cut it open.
"Come, come closer, come closer."
Boluogo provoked, opened his coat, took out another folding knife from his strap, and held it in his backhand.
Two folding knives were intertwined to form a cross shield in front of him.
The narrow corridor restricted and protected the demon. Boluogo could not attack the weak position behind it, nor could he deal with it.
Either go back or go forward.
The "hollow" will distort the demon's body, as well as its poor mind. This demon has been hungry for too long, and its body has become like this. There must be very little mind left.
Like a wild beast.
Boluogo was the first to break the deadlock. He rashly stepped forward, swung his folding knife and struck it down on the head.
Such a rash attack was easily blocked by the demon. Relying on instinct, another scythe swung up, taking advantage of the flaw exposed by Boluogo, and slashed towards his waist and abdomen. Boluogo could only lift it up and was held backwards.
The folding knife barely blocked the blow, but the folding knife held behind the back did not stop, but continued to swing upward.
The sharp sound cut into the eardrums, the blades of the blades rubbed against each other, the sickle was deflected, and the folding knife held behind the back was raised above the head, throwing out a circle of knife flowers, and was held in the hand.
This was not a hasty attack, but a premeditated feint.
The demon had no time to defend itself, and half of its body was exposed to Boluogo's folding knife, and then it lost the feeling of half of its body.
Slowly moving his head, he saw that the entire left arm collapsed completely. A sharp folding knife was deeply embedded in the flesh and blood, cutting into its flesh and blood, splitting apart the muscles and bones together, like being struck by thunder.
The big tree hit, the body broke into two halves, the wound extended to the waist and abdomen, and the squirming internal organs could be vaguely seen.
A shrill howl sounded, making Boluogo dizzy. The demon tried to lift the broken left sickle, but the folding knife was deeply embedded in it, and he couldn't release it even with the slightest strength.
It blocked Bologg with one head, dragged him forward, knocked Bologg out of the stairwell, and fell from the floor along the spiral staircase.
He bit the folding knife on his left shoulder and pulled it out forcefully. Blood spurted out, but it seemed as if it couldn't feel the pain. Its crimson and twisted eyes reached out from the floor, searching for the fallen Boluogo.
There was no trace, Boluogo disappeared, but then he realized there was something in his field of vision.
A mirror, a smooth mirror that appears between the eyes.
Soon scarlet blood covered the mirror and dripped down.
This is not a mirror, but a bright silver blade.
Boluogo grabbed the edge of the railing with one hand and hung himself in mid-air. He held a folding knife in one hand and penetrated the demon's head the moment it poked its head out.
He used all his strength to tear it off, and the remaining consciousness made the demon resist, but this was of no avail. Boluogo turned over and sat on the demon's body, holding the folding knife tightly in his hand, and did not let go for a moment, and also
Try to use force to enlarge the wound.
The two became entangled, collided with each other in the stairwell, and finally fell into the main hall on the first floor.
Dust and debris rose up, and in a blur, Bologger stepped out of the smoke, holding the demon's head in his hand.
After taking a long breath and throwing his head aside casually, Boluogo looked around. There was silence, and then whispers broke the silence, and a ferocious and strange shadow walked out of the darkness.
Demons, countless demons, so many that Boluogo didn't even bother to count them.
The rancid smell is suffocating. Without exception, these demons have decayed to a certain extent. Their consciousness and form are completely distorted, leaving only the hunger for souls.
They looked weird and varied, some looked like sickly ordinary people, some looked like insects, some looked like wild beasts, and some looked like a combination of twisted limbs. Boluogo didn't even know where its head was.
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It's just a crazy freak show.
The hoarse voices overlapped and covered Boluogo's body like sound waves. His expression showed no fear, but his body was shaking.
Trembling with excitement.
The bright green light rose from the body of the mantis-like demon and merged into Bologo's body. A sense of satisfaction filled his heart, making the restless void fall into peace.
With normal people's thinking, when facing these demons, in such a situation, it seems that the only thing left is prayer.
Borogo was indeed praying.
“What gods should I thank and what heaven should I thank?”
He muttered random words, took off his coat, and stretched his body to his heart's content. The folding knife in his left hand was held in front of him, and the folding knife in his right hand was raised high, with the back of the knife close to his shoulder.
"Thank you so much."
Boluogo thanked him sincerely.
In his eyes, these were no longer evil demons, but a group of fragrant food, just waiting for Boluogo to feast on them.
But just when Boluogo was about to slash with his sword and drive these demons away, a subtle metallic sound sounded.
At first it was just a slight friction between two pieces of metal, but soon, it seemed like thousands of iron swords were rubbing against each other, scratching each other under the swing of huge force, one after another, making a clanging sound, tearing eardrums, and metal bees.
song.
A bright cold light flashed past, and the next moment the demons surrounding Boluoge fell down one after another, as if they were split open by invisible blades, their limbs collapsed from their bodies, their internal organs fell to the ground, and the smelly blood and water mixed with each other.
Broken bones spread evenly across the ground like a carpet of bacteria.
Boluogo froze on the spot, the breeze blew over his body, bringing with it bursts of chill, and then the sound of footsteps sounded from the darkness.
The sound came from the dark corridor on the first floor. The cement wall sealed all the doors and windows, turning it into a straight narrow passage.
A huge sense of oppression overflowed from the narrow passage, overwhelming.
Absolute silence, no sound at all, even breathing stopped briefly.
Silent, breathless, formless, nothing, only a frightening and ferocious feeling coming from the darkness, they charged towards me brandishing swords, guns, swords and halberds.
"These demons are no longer suitable for your assessment. It is only a matter of time before you kill them all."
A cold voice sounded from the darkness, and rising and falling with the voice, there was also a chilly light, through which Bologg could see its appearance clearly.
Boluogo didn't know whether it was a human, a demon, or some kind of monster that he didn't know yet.
The dark steel was shaped into a wolf-headed helmet. Bursts of blue light emitted from under the gaps in the helmet, as if there was some kind of spiritual body living in it. It stood like a human being, with its body covered with jet-black manes, but
As it moved, the bristles rubbed against each other, emitting the steely buzzing sound that Bologger had just heard.
Those were not manes, but sharp blades. They overlapped and covered its body, turning into a vicious wolf wrapped in sword blades.
"Find me and you will be free."
Staring at Boluogo with merciless eyes, a voice sounded, and then fell into dead silence again.
In the long silence, no one acted rashly, and uneasiness grew in their hearts, until bursts of singing came from the top floor.
"The night hangs on your shoulders, and your name is remembered by the darkness!"
The song is like a starting gun, and the tight bowstring is released.
Boluogo waved his folding knife, creating a bright silver light trail, and the harsh buzzing sound came towards his face.
