Palmer was seriously reflecting on whether it was his gift that led to the current terrible situation. Crisis came one after another. He had just solved the Silver Knight's raid and finally found his way out, but he encountered another problem.
The Army of the Speechless.
This is more than just a bad start.
"Good news, we are very close to the exit," Palmer still insisted on his boring joke until this time, "bad news, there is only an army of speechless men between us and freedom."
Palmer had seen this group of Speechless Ones when he was spying on Mist Abyss Fortress. It was obvious that these Speechless Ones who were patrolling the outside noticed the chaos inside the fortress and collided head-on with the two fleeing men.
Palmer began to regret why he didn't stay where he was before. With Boluogo's ability, it would not be difficult to carve a way out of the ruins.
Escape is not difficult, but it will inevitably give up Church.
The battle with the Silver Knight has attracted the attention of the King's Shield Guard. Bologna and Palmer are like two catfishes, trying to muddy the water as much as possible so as to help Church to the greatest extent so that he can
Fishing in troubled waters, collecting information and escaping from here at the same time.
Yes, escape from here.
"Phew...the second round."
As Boluogo spoke, he raised his grievances, took a stance, and faced the Silent Ones tit for tat without any evasion.
Seeing his calm appearance, Palmer beside him became panicked.
"What about the second round? Can you please stop talking to yourself!"
Palmer originally wanted to pull Boluogo away, but this guy looked so eager to give it a try, as if he was going to rush out and fight with the Army of the Silent Ones in the next second.
"We just left like this, what will happen to Church?"
Bologg looked forward and asked Palmer, "Once we escape, these Silent Ones will definitely search the entire Mist Abyss Fortress. I don't know what kind of abilities Church has, but I don't think so."
He can hide here."
Palmer fell silent. Burlogo was right. Currently, there are only two defenders of the known power, not to mention the power lurking under the water.
The two of them are currently unable to determine the location of Church. If they leave like this, Church will be locked up in the Mist Abyss Fortress.
"I'll find a way to contact Church...my way."
Boluogo continued, "As long as Church can get close to us and be within the communication range of the sentry, we can find a way to break out."
"As for now..."
Boluogo looked at the Speechless Ones who were striding closer. He took a deep breath and said, "We have to find a way to delay time."
Palmer mustered up his courage, gripped Storm Feather tightly with one hand, and raised the revolver with the other hand. The bullet chamber was filled with alchemy slugs, "You are surprisingly responsible."
"Probably, I can't allow myself to fail, let alone, this is my first time leading a team," Boluogo mobilized all his strength and maintained a high level of concentration. "At this point, I am very proud.
Also very stubborn.”
"It seems that you are indeed suitable to be a team leader," Palmer sighed, "I am different, I will be crushed by the pressure."
Every move of Boluogo is related to the lives of his team members. When fighting, the enemy's life is so cheap, but when he holds the lives of his team members, it is so heavy, like a mountain rock.
"I'm also under pressure," Bologo said, complaining, "but I'm used to it."
Watching Bologg swing his sword, Palmer encouraged himself and roared at the top of his lungs, trying to wash away the pressure in his mind. But just as he was about to throw the storm feather and pull the trigger to open fire to meet the enemy,
Burlogo pulled back his sword halfway through the swing, and then he held down Palmer's shoulder.
In Palmer's stunned look, stone walls rose from the ground, blocking the way between the two people and the Silent Man.
Palmer's rising enthusiasm suddenly dropped. At the same time, under the invasion of Bologo's ether, the boulder above his head began to collapse.
Since Boluogo was promoted to the power-bearer, his control has become more arbitrary and he no longer needs any intuitive medium to operate. For this reason, his attacks are always unexpected, making the enemy unable to guard against them.
Palmer complained loudly, "I thought you were going to fight to the death!"
"A good field clerk makes use of everything at hand."
Boluogo didn't care about his huge transformation and remained calm.
A large amount of ether gathered behind the high wall, and the ethers of the Silent Ones were connected together. Boluogo didn't think that just two people could easily penetrate the ether barrier of this army.
Boluogo said, "Pay attention to the whistle signal, and break out immediately after receiving the news from Church!"
"I know!"
The Silent Man advanced, and the sound of crumbling stone walls filled Palmer's ears, and he shouted, "One more question!"
"what is the problem?"
Burlogo did his best to control, struggling to concentrate on dealing with Palmer.
"Where are Hart and the others? They must have noticed the changes here. Will they stay put?"
Stand by? As soon as Palmer said it, he laughed. How could it be possible? In this situation, every field employee would choose a choice that was repeatedly emphasized during onboarding training.
Be adaptable.
Boluogo obviously noticed this, and a slight haze flashed before his eyes. He couldn't help but sigh, and complained in his heart about the unsatisfactory first action.
"I don't know, but I think they wouldn't be stupid enough to attack directly."
The secret passage dug by Boluogo has been destroyed by the Silver Knight first, and the virtual defense that was broken has probably been healed.
Taking a long breath, Bologo focused on the matter at hand. In the past, he would have waved his sword in a carnival manner and charged into the enemy group, but this time it was different. Bologg knew the intentions of the Silent Ones.
The strange power, killing him too quickly will only accelerate the birth of another defender.
Boluogo could only think of ways to deal with it, constantly controlling the surrounding buildings, erecting and moving stone walls, creating a complex and strange maze, in order to delay time.
But the Silent Ones obviously didn't want to waste time with Bologo. Their ethers were united together, like charging cavalry. The complex maze was easily trampled by them, one layer after another, the distance between the two
It's getting closer.
Bologo took a deep breath, and the idea of dealing with the Silent Ones was undoubtedly too arrogant, and he still had to fight with swords.
Holding his breath, the pure ether covered the resentment bite, and the sword blade turned into the light and shadow of the lake. Just when the wall in front of him was about to break, Boluoge took the lead and swung the sword blade, and then a ferocious strike
The scar tore the wall apart, along with the Silent Man behind the wall.
The horrific injury shattered the ether barrier, penetrated the Silent Man's black armor, and dug a huge hole in his chest.
Bologo's power was so powerful that while the resentful bite was submerged into his flesh and blood, the violent ether shattered his internal organs, and the impact penetrated the back of the spine. You can clearly see the spine of the Silent Man bending.
, then the back of the spine ruptured, and the internal organs turned into blood foam and erupted, stained red.
As the Silent Ones advanced and surrounded them, and after a brief struggle, Bologo had no choice but to fight with the Silent Ones. He lowered his breath, bitten with resentment, and waved a fatal semicircle, followed by several heads.
Thrown high into the air, the headless body slowly knelt down.
The Silent One swung the etheric sword, and Bologgo blocked it with his sword. The snake scales extended and swung in time, like Bologgo's brand-new arms, condensing into several blades and slashing at the enemies around him.
With a thought, even the earth served Boluogo. Stone halberds rose up from the ground, piercing the joints of the speechless ones from the gaps in the armor, restricting their movements.
The ground suddenly bulged and piled high. Bologg deliberately modified the terrain, turning it into a one-on-one narrow road and a gladiatorial arena. This greatly reduced the pressure on Bologg to face the enemy. He was like a monster.
Fight the entire army of the Silent Ones with your own strength.
In contrast, there is not much that Palmer can do. He can only assist Bologg in suppressing the Legion, and when necessary, relieve Bologg's pressure and block the Silent Ones who try to launch surprise attacks.
This is not a melee between legions. From beginning to end, it is just a dispute between three people.
Blood filled the surrounding air, and you could feel a strange sweetness and fishy odor when you breathed in it. The blood soaked into Boluogo's skin, like a poisonous medicine, arousing the desire to kill in Boluogo's heart.
Boluogo was not like those crazy lunatics who waved their swords like crazy. On the contrary, he was often able to maintain a high degree of rationality during bloody massacres, and silently hacked away like a soulless puppet.
To be honest, every time he saw Boluogo's silent killing, Palmer would feel an inexplicable fear.
Fear of Bologg.
Unlike those who roar and rage during the killing, Boluogo's silence carries a dark and profound chill, silently releasing the unbearable pressure.
An attitude completely opposite to this cruel scene.
Before that, Palmer could tolerate it a little bit, but as Bologg killed in silence, the Silent People also maintained the same silence, like walking zombies who knew no pain, and met Bologg one after another.
The blade of the sword.
One side waved the sword down silently, and the other fell silently.
In the horrifying silence, there was only the whistling wind of the sword blade, the burst of ether, the harsh noise like the passing of electricity, and the shuddering low sound of the iron armor being cracked open and the flesh and blood being cut off.
Borgo and the Silent Man are the protagonists on the stage, while Palmer is the audience witnessing blood and death.
The corpses are getting higher and higher, and the blood is accumulating more and more. It is so peaceful here, like a silent mime, a drama of blood.
