With Morrison's defeat, the battlefield calmed down again, and the surrounding area became quiet. From time to time, Boluogo could hear groans coming from under the ruins. The bricks and stones rubbed against each other, and the gravel fell down, making a subtle sound.
sound.
Boluogo could no longer see the huge flesh-and-blood creation. There were deep pits with dents in the center of the ruins, leading to the area on the next floor. It should have fallen into it together with the collapsed ceiling.
"I'm going to confirm what it is," Boluogo indicated the next action, "Then you..."
Burlogo paused, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air around Palmer.
At this moment, Palmer was facing away from Burlogo, and the ether reaction in his body became a little weak. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to kill Hernan.
Morrison fell in a pool of blood, breathless.
As a person who bears power, Morrison is rarely in such a state of embarrassment. Unfortunately, he met Boluogo. The saw-axe of Brutal Crusher almost bit through most of his chest, and the protection and soul-sucking soul-sucking spirit took away his life.
Most of the ether.
Morrison can still breathe now, relying solely on the ether remaining in his body to barely maintain his etherification.
Just like the death countdown, the ether in the body is being exhausted little by little. When the ether is completely exhausted, the etherification will be lifted, and then Morrison will die like a mortal.
"Palmer."
Boluogo called out his partner's name, gently pulled the chain around his wrist, and quickly retracted the bite that penetrated the ground.
"According to the original plan, I will check that ghost thing and look for the Shadow King." Boluogo turned around and faced him back to back. "As for you, after you deal with him, leave here quickly."
"good."
A cold note came from Palmer's mouth. Hearing his response, Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief. He jumped towards the pit below and disappeared into the darkness.
Only Palmer and Morrison were left at the scene. The unbearable silence lasted for a long time, and there were continuous vibrations from all around, as if they were about to collapse again.
"ha……"
Palmer suddenly laughed, but his expression was bitter, and he shook his head while laughing.
Morrison couldn't understand what this lunatic was thinking. While struggling to survive, Morrison thought about how to survive. He moved his fingers carefully, trying to grasp the secret sword soaked in a pool of blood.
Sharp pain suddenly appeared, and Morrison roared in pain, only to see a flying knife pierce his palm and nail it to the ground.
There was a bit more madness in Palmer's eyes, as if he was affected by blood, and he became cold and terrifying.
"Finally got you, Morrison," Palmer said.
"Who are you?"
Morrison couldn't figure it out. He had never met Palmer, and he didn't even know what grudge there was between the two.
"It does not matter."
Palmer said and opened the storm feather, and the single flying knife split into two in his hand.
Morrison realized that he had no chance of winning. A smile appeared on his bloody face, and he said to Palmer.
"I surrender, you caught me, take me back to your prison."
This is your only chance of survival. Survive first and fight back later.
Palmer ignored Morrison's words, as if he had an epiphany.
"Violence promotes peace."
When he said these words, Palmer's expression was unexpectedly pious, as if he was reciting some kind of holy words.
Palmer laughed again, crouched next to Morrison, playing with the throwing knife and asked, "What do you think of my partner? A complete violent maniac, right?"
Morrison didn't know what Palmer was going to do, but as Palmer said, Borrogo gave Morrison the impression that he was a bloodthirsty madman, but now it seems that Palmer is also sick.
It's not a bad thing, these two people are not good people.
Covering the wound, Morrison gasped in pain. Seeing his appearance, Palmer continued.
"When I first partnered with him, every time I watched him fight, I felt disgusted," Palmer frowned. "It wasn't fighting at all, it was more like killing...slaughter."
As Palmer spoke, he took out an injection from the pocket on his waist. There was a bright silver light flowing in the glass tube.
"Can you understand what I mean? Everyone cuts and kills with a certain purpose, for profit, but he is different. He is just killing for fun."
Palmer looked disgusted, "Wow, he really is a perverted murderer."
The needle pierced Morrison's body. While Morrison looked confused, a large amount of Mang Yin's soul was injected into Morrison's body to maintain his etheric transformation. It was even said that some more Mang Yin's soul would be injected into Morrison's body.
, Morrison can fight again.
Those who bear power are no longer completely mortal beings. As long as their bodies do not suffer complete fatal injuries, they can rely on etherification to survive, or even suppress their injuries and return to combat status.
What Palmer is doing now is undoubtedly "curing" Morrison, and he doesn't understand why.
"Later I heard some old stories about him, some stories about hatred, which made me slightly change my view of him, but I still can't understand his cruelty, and it's even harder to understand his messianic spirit."
Palmer commented, "What is he thinking? Does he think he is the protagonist of a movie?"
After the injection was empty, Palmer took out another tube and inserted it into Morrison's body.
He raised his eyebrows and said in an envious tone, "But who doesn't want to be the protagonist of a movie?"
"The old aristocratic spirit affects me. I am the heir of the Clerks family. How can I be like him, like a desperado wallowing in the mud?"
Palmer said to himself, "Okay, sometimes I am indeed ridiculous, but I still can't understand him..."
The cold eyes met Morrison's.
"Now I understand."
"If even the anger of revenge has to be bound by red tape, then this anger is too worthless."
Palmer agreed with Burlogo's philosophy, "This is not perverted fun, but a belated trial, vowing to punish the evildoers with the most cruel punishment."
Palmer stood up, adjusted his collar, and the tall shadow completely enveloped Morrison.
"Think of it this way, everything we do is an act of kindness."
Palmer looked like he had suddenly come to his senses. He kicked the secret sword to Morrison's hand, walked a few steps away, and distanced himself from Morrison.
"Although my partner seems to be a cold-faced murderer, he is actually quite warm-hearted. He knows that you are the one with the power, and he is afraid that I will not be able to kill you, so he deliberately maims you and then hands you over to me for execution."
Palmer shook his head, "This is not good, it makes it seem like he is taking revenge for me."
Morrison grabbed the secret sword. He didn't show his face, but in his heart he laughed at Palmer's foolishness.
The ether supplement that Palmer gave Morrison could not bring him back to his peak state. Who said that Bologo was too strong? If he was not there, Bologo might have split Morrison open with an axe.
"Stand up, Morrison." Palmer shouted loudly, "You have to take revenge yourself, right?"
Morrison pulled out the flying knife that was nailed to his palm, held the secret sword tightly, and stood up unsteadily.
"You will regret it." He whispered.
Mang Yin's soul only replenished a small amount of ether, but you must know that Morrison is the loser. Only when the match is evenly matched, the ether will be exhausted, otherwise the real victory or defeat can be determined in a moment.
The dazzling wings spread out behind Morrison, and the light illuminated Palmer's cheeks. A rustling sound sounded, and several blood-stained figures pushed away the stone slabs on their bodies and crawled out of the ruins with difficulty.
came out.
Seeing such a scene, Morrison almost laughed. Palmer is so arrogant, he will die because of it.
Palmer's expression did not change at all, he was just talking to himself.
"Who remembers that I was also the Rookie of the Year?"
A blazing storm swirled in Palmer's eyes.
The wind howled and ravaged the land, the sand and dust were raised, and the exposed vines were swaying in the hurricane. Palmer waved his hand, and with his gesture, the direction and speed of the wind began to change.
Suddenly, a sharp wind blade struck at the Condenser on one side. He had just climbed out of the ruins and was thankful for his survival. But in an instant, the high-speed wind blade cut open his calf, and blood spurted out instantly.
The nightmare did not end there, more wind blades whirled around and pierced his chest.
As he moaned in pain, the wind blade gently grazed the enemy's arm, cutting off his muscles and ligaments, and bright red blood spurted out like a scarlet flame.
Morrison suddenly realized that he might have made some misjudgments about Palmer.
A more powerful storm rolled up and swallowed up the entire battlefield. It was surrounded by billowing dust and smoke, like a sandstorm, and the vision turned into pitch black.
Along with the sharp sound of wind, a strong wind swept towards Morrison's body in an instant. Morrison waved his light feathers to escape, but under the control of the more powerful storm, the airflow was turbulent and could not provide enough lift at all.
He could only stand on the broken earth.
The two schools of secret energy were different, and their priorities were also completely different. Palmer controlled the airflow in this area, and Morrison's wings could no longer fly.
Morrison couldn't find Palmer's ether reaction, and massive ether filled the storm. It can be said that Palmer was the storm itself at this moment.
How can light feathers pierce the storm?
As if being sucked into a huge whirlpool, Morrison could not escape, and the wind blade became more fierce and faster.
Morrison saw a thin figure crumbling in the storm. He saw Morrison and raised his hand to try to ask Morrison for help.
The sound of iron roar came from the storm, the storm feathers split, countless flying knives merged into the storm, and suddenly a huge hole was torn out on the figure's chest. Looking at the tear, small blood vessels were flowing in the wind.
The blade was shattered by the air pressure.
The air pressure became lower and breathing gradually became difficult. More wind blades mixed with flying knives came. The bones and muscles could not withstand such a devastating attack and were cut into pieces in an instant.
His thin body began to tremble, and he could not bear the huge pain. His whole body was shaken by the storm, and his screams seemed to have no end. Finally, he fell to the ground, without any breath of life anymore.
The corpse was lifted up by the wind, swept high into the sky, and was cut and sliced mercilessly. The lingering sound of panic and pain made people shudder.
"Have you hidden it for so long?"
Morrison roared angrily. At this moment, he realized that Palmer was not a guy to be underestimated. In the previous battle, he seemed to be deliberately hiding his strength.
There was a faint mocking laughter in the storm.
Since he got together with Bologg, Bologg's light completely overshadowed Palmer. Palmer was not jealous, on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Palmer was a zealous wage thief, and since Bologna loved working so much and killing his enemies, leave it to him.
It can be said that since partnering with Burlogo, Palmer almost never uses his full strength. Burlogo will chop off the heads of all enemies unless necessary.
Now, it's Palmer's own moment of revenge, and it's time to turn up the heat.
Morrison tried to calm himself down. He didn't have much ether stock and couldn't squander it wantonly. The dust he rolled up obscured his vision. The Sword of Pursuit didn't get Palmer's blood, so he couldn't track him.
figure.
This storm is like a slow execution.
Execution?
Morrison suddenly understood what Palmer meant. What he wanted was not an evenly matched battle of revenge at all. What he wanted was to die slowly in despair.
Yeah, what's more crazy than giving you a glimmer of hope and then completely extinguishing it?
"Mixed!"
Morrison cursed and responded with a wicked smile.
Another scream sounded, and the chest of an enemy was broken open by the wind blade. His lungs were sucked out by the strong wind in an instant, like a prey in the storm, being torn apart, and the red blood vessels burst under the strong air pressure.
Blood sprayed on the man's body, staining his clothes and his arms red.
Another enemy's neck was cut by a wind blade, and a bloody moan suddenly erupted from his throat, which was just covered by the sound of the wind. Then his body was swept into the darkness and disappeared.
The storm was like a furious beast, constantly devouring the enemy, leaving behind a terrifying scene.
Morrison's breathing became more and more difficult, and he blocked the locking sword in front of him. He knew that Palmer was just a believer, and his own ether was unable to control such a large-scale storm for a long time.
As long as you hold on until the storm is over, you still have a chance of winning.
"The heir to the Clerks family... Feng Yuan!"
With a high level of concentration, words from the conversation came to mind one after another and were pieced together.
Only then did Morrison realize with hindsight what kind of guy he was facing.
A silent ghost emerged from the storm behind Morrison. Morrison noticed something strange and slashed behind him with the lock-pursuing sword. Guangyu was ready to launch a volley at any time.
The sword blade struck a piece of nothingness, and then fierce pain came from behind. Two flying knives pierced Morrison's shoulders and waist, one on the left and one on the right. Morrison couldn't help but let out a low and painful groan.
, he could hear the sound of his flesh tearing and his bones breaking.
"Let's fight head-on!"
Morrison invited the battle and said that the etherification was constantly consuming his own ether, and if he continued to delay, he would definitely die.
Palmer succeeded, and his compassion inspired Morrison's desire to live. He did not want to die here and struggled to survive.
"OK."
The creepy voice sounded from behind again.
Morrison decisively activated the light feather, and the dazzling light instantly enveloped the surroundings. Anyone who looked directly at Morrison would be tortured by the scorching sun.
The cold blade broke through the bright light and pierced Morrison's abdomen. The blood and body fluids mixed together in an instant, slowly draining out of the wound, forming a dirty piece of flesh and blood.
The two of them were so close that even if they couldn't see anything, Palmer could still deliver a fatal blow.
Palmer was lucky enough today. This time he was not so lucky. A series of light feathers nailed into his chest, but fortunately he avoided the slashing of the lock sword in time. With the help of the strong wind, he
He nimbly dodged to Morrison's side.
His vision was blurred, and Palmer distanced himself. In the darkness caused by the sandstorm, Morrison's light was so dazzling.
Just like a target.
Palmer threw a series of daggers, some missed, some were deflected by the locking sword, some scratched Morrison, and some pierced his body and even got stuck in the bones.
Heartbreaking pain hit from the inside out. Morrison's muscles all over his body spasmed, and his body shook uncontrollably. In addition to pain, there was despair and fear in his eyes.
Palmer's dagger throwing was so powerful, each blow carried ether amplification, hitting Morrison's body like a cannonball.
The blade penetrated almost all of his organs, deeply lashing out at Morrison's vitality, and bringing his body to the eve of total collapse.
However, Morrison still did not fall. His consciousness was still there. He was still breathing and struggling desperately. With a strong desire to survive, Morrison tried to approach Palmer, but his body gradually became heavier.
, lost strength, unable to even move the injured limbs.
"damn it."
Morrison was almost in tears. Palmer said that he hated Burlogo's bloody violence, but what's the difference between him and Burlogo?
While Burlogo would inflict the most brutal brutality, crushing the flesh and bones of his enemies, Palmer would skillfully play with the psychology of others, plunging their minds into irreversible despair.
An outrageous scream came from the two daggers, stabbing Morrison's body, carving deep scars on his body.
In extreme despair, Morrison seized the last chance of victory. At some point, a chain made of ether extended from the secret sword and connected to the figure that gradually disappeared in the storm.
This is the last round of Guangyu's attack to kill Ning
Just as Morrison was fighting to the death, the furious ether came towards him.
Palmer threw away the empty injection, and Mang Yin's soul was quickly digested in the alchemical matrix. He exhausted all the ether in his body and launched the final execution.
Secret energy·raging wind seeks forgiveness.
The strong whirlwind trapped Morrison, his limbs and body were mercilessly strangled by the wind blade, and blood and broken flesh were splashed all over the floor.
Morrison's roar was pulled by the strong wind into a slender and sharp voice, like a cry of despair. The broken muscles, broken bones and limbs rolled wantonly in the storm. Morrison's previous heroic image completely collapsed at this time.
, he became a tumbleweed trembling and rolling in the storm, a piece of flesh cut by countless wind blades.
This is no longer a storm, but a huge meat grinder with countless sharp blades.
The whining sounds are intermittent.
The wind blade blew past, leaving behind horrific cuts. The dying figure kept throwing his limbs around. Each part thrown was shattered in the air and disappeared. In the end, Morrison's body
It had turned into a pile of flesh and blood fragments, leaving only a pool of blood and broken bones scattered on the ground.
The strong wind calmed down, and on the messy and smelly ground, Palmer took a deep breath, blood boiling in his lungs, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before.
Palmer recalled an article he had read in a newspaper. If two people get along for a long time, they will become similar under the influence of each other.
After looking at the minced meat on the ground and recalling Burlogo's terrible sense of humor, Palmer felt that this article made some sense.
Palmer paused and retched uncontrollably. It was still a bit embarrassing for him to do such a thing with his own hands. The physical discomfort and the intense consumption of ether affected his spirit.
