Chapter 102: Massacre [Thanks to Little Averys leader, more updates]
Palmer looked at Boluogo from a distance, not knowing what he was doing. Suddenly, the surrounding blood mist shrank rapidly, and all of it adhered to the axe.
Boluogo turned around and waved to Palmer, gesturing for him to come over. Palmer swallowed, stepped on the blood on the ground, and strode forward.
"What's going on?" Palmer asked.
Boluogo looked unconcerned and said, "It's nothing. The new weapon is a bit awkward, so I have to adjust it."
As he spoke, he raised the hand ax in his hand, and the violent murderous intention almost condensed into substance. Palmer couldn't help but take a step back. In his opinion, it was a cursed object blessed by all evils.
Luo Ge held it like an ordinary hand ax and was completely unaffected by it.
"Is it okay?" Palmer asked warily.
"No problem," Bologo said. "The way to restrain a violent maniac is very simple... as long as you are more violent than him."
Under Bologl's coercion, Fazhuo Sawaxe seemed to have made a compromise. The sound of the war drum next to Bologl's ears became weaker and the frequency also became lower.
Boluogo looked at this weapon curiously. Unlike conventional contract objects, it would actively erode the user like the self-awareness of Mohu. What’s even more amazing is that when necessary, it would even interact with the user.
The parties make transactions and make concessions.
This was the first time for Boluogo to use such a weapon, which made him feel very novel.
The previous users of the Saw Axe were all those who longed for power, so they would gradually be dominated by it under the influence of power. But Boluogo was different. He was a pragmatist with very simple cognitive concepts.
The so-called power is just a tool to achieve a purpose, and one of the greatest characteristics of tools is that they can be replaced.
If this power does not satisfy Boluogo, he can completely throw it away and get another one.
On this point, Bologg has always been very clear-headed, even too pragmatic. The final fate of most of the weapons that accompany Bologg is not to be replaced or sealed, but to be destroyed in the battle.
From the folding knives that were wholesaled at the beginning, to the shock hammers that were replaced when broken, to the radiant blades seized from Kedening, and even the Phantom Dagger and the Soul-Haunting Face, whose service life has been greatly reduced.
In the hands of Boluogo, the weapon has only one fate, and that is to disappear in the battle instead of collecting dust in the warehouse.
The Saw Ax has been fighting for countless years, and its body is engraved with the marks of the enemy's swords. Today, it has added a few scars, but these scars are not from the enemy, but from its user.
Boluogo knew that this contract object would not give up and affect him, but it didn't matter, as long as it could handle the current action well.
Thinking like this, Boluogo looked at the group of strange bird corpses that were swarming again. He waved his hand, and the heart-wrenching ether fluctuations quickly spread over them, completely covering them.
Boluogo raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Secret Energy·Government Edict.
The moment the ether fluctuations passed by, the extremely aggressive ether had penetrated the already fragile defenses of the strange birds and soldiers.
Bologger held their blood.
The soldier's body was shaking violently. He felt something surging inside his body, like snakes crawling. He felt a pain in his chest, and then a burst of hot blood burst out of his chest. The moment it left his body, the blood
It was forged into a blade, which in turn cut into his own internal organs and bones. He couldn't imagine what this was going on, and subconsciously screamed.
The pain spread throughout the soldier's body, and he wailed loudly at the sound of his limbs breaking, and his face twisted into a ball. Then the bloody blade slashed through his lung cavity, cutting off the cry. The wound drained the body of oxygen, and his breathing began to change.
The pain becomes more severe as the pain becomes faster.
Blood and intestines were scattered all over the ground. The soldiers fell to the ground, with blood flowing from their throats, mouths and noses. More soldiers fell, strange birds fell, and the bodies were broken into pieces.
After intense training in the actual combat room, although Boluogo has not reached the extreme state, his control of the ether has undoubtedly become much more sophisticated, and it cannot be easier to deal with these people.
Boluogo strode forward. He did not need to swing his sword or axe, but directly tore them apart from the inside, turning the enemy's blood into blades, cutting through their skin and breaking their bones and internal organs.
Palmer looked at Boluogo's back, and even his partner felt a little afraid.
Boluogo's power is really disappointing.
The enemies could clearly feel that their bodies were being torn apart from the inside, and the life-supporting blood turned into blades, opening a series of bruised wounds inside their blood vessels, cutting into muscles and bones, and causing pain and groans.
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Their internal organs and muscles were ruptured and destroyed, and their bodies began to crack open continuously. Under the perception of nerves, they could detect their own death, and the inside of their bodies became chaotic and painful, unbearable.
Some enemies were directly cut in half, with their internal organs scattered on the floor. Their groans and pain before death made people want to close their ears, but this was a battlefield, and no one could block their senses.
Crimson blood spattered everywhere. When Bologo's secret power ended, the remaining human tissues and organs were scattered everywhere. The abominable sight was heart-wrenching and horrifying. The smell of blood and the screams were still floating around.
, unforgettable.
Palmer didn't know exactly what power that hand ax possessed, but at least judging from the scene in front of him, Bologo was a thousand times more brutal than it.
After wiping the blood on his face, Palmer couldn't help but said, "Sometimes, I really think you are a complete lunatic."
"Why?" Boluogo looked forward.
"I have seen many bloodthirsty madmen, but when they slash, they always make some roaring sounds to vent their rage... In fact, this is quite good. At least he proves that he is an emotional monster.
"
Palmer lowered his head and looked at the sword and ax that was still bleeding.
"But you are different. You have no expression at all. I don't even understand whether you enjoy killing or just have a bad taste."
If Bologg roars something, Palmer will think that he is a demon from hell, but when he is silent, Palmer often imagines that Bologg is some kind of more terrifying and mysterious existence.
It's chilling.
"Me?" Boluogo didn't know how to explain. He could only say, "I might want to see a doctor."
"Cure your mental illness?"
"No, treat my facial muscles," Bologo asked sincerely, "Do you think I have facial paralysis?"
Palmer thought for a moment, "Your expressions are much richer than facial paralysis."
"That's good." Boluogo nodded.
"What's good!" Palmer's voice became louder.
Burlogo laughed twice and explained casually, "Palmer, don't be nervous, I'm just working."
He added, "It's just that my working style is rough."
Another loud roar exploded behind him, causing the ground beneath his feet to tremble violently. Along with the head-on battle between the King's Secret Sword and the King's Shield Guard, high-concentration ether gathered here, causing various strange phenomena.
Like the end of the world, the buildings around Wandering Fork Road are collapsing little by little. Large areas of buildings have collapsed. From the dust raised by the rubble, shrill screams can be heard, and countless demons are roaring in.
"It's like opening up a brick on the side of the road and finding that it's full of bugs."
Seeing such a scene, Boluogo murmured.
The battle in front of him is just a foreplay. The real battlefield of the decisive battle is in front of Boluogo. The geological changes have caused certain distortions in the road Boluogo is familiar with, but Boluogo can still recognize the way forward.
, a dark road full of mist, deep and narrow, if something blocks him, he only needs to control it.
Nothing can stop Boluogo.
He suddenly remembered other people's blessings to him a long time ago, and he repeated them in a low voice at this moment.
"The mountains will give way, and the sea will part ways."
At the end of the narrow road, Boluogo once again saw the ruins on the cliff, wrapped in a sea of mist. It had stood for too long, like a witness to the years.
The Mist Abyss Fortress stands on a steep cliff. Looking up from the bottom, it is easy to be attracted by its hugeness and terror. Thick fog surges around, and the sense of space begins to resemble a lake, making people lose their direction.
It has been soaked in fog for a long time, and the surface of the building is filled with thick moss and other disgusting fungal plants. They are parasitic on this ruin, eating away at its remaining flesh and blood, and continue to multiply.
Spread until it completely covers every part of the solid rock.
Under Boluogo's previous destruction, the dilapidated ruins have changed drastically. From a distance, the entire building looks like a huge conical wall, with a huge and unexpected scar running across the wall, and water overflows from the wound.
The dull mist is like the blood it sheds.
In this once gorgeous and fortified fortress, everything has long been deserted and dilapidated.
Boluoge felt an inexplicable emotion. He had participated in many battles, but never like this before, facing the Mist Abyss Fortress again and again.
"You have stood tall long enough," Burlogo whispered, "it's time to collapse and return to dust."
There were gusts of wind sounds in the sea of fog, and they were twisted into weird smiles, which seemed to be mocking Boluogo's naive idea.
The roar of the ether behind him suddenly stopped. The fourth seat seemed to have overcome the defense line and went deep into the rift valley. The king's secret sword was like a tide, clearing away all the evil in the sea of fog.
But when the enemies here were completely wiped out, Boluogo knew that they would stand on the opposite side again until death.
It's always been like this.
In the deep darkness, a pair of tired eyes had already seen all this clearly.
"What do you do?"
Mammon turned her head and looked at the Shadow King on the ruined throne.
The Shadow King did not say a word. His broken body was wrapped in exquisite iron armor. He stroked the sword blade in his hand. Along with the weak ether surge, a little flame flashed across the blade.
