Chapter 821 Contradictory Spiral

Greystone Town is said to be a small town, but due to its complex terrain structure and stacked buildings, it would be extremely difficult to find someone in this small town. But speaking of its size, It's actually not much bigger. As long as there is a clear direction, Boluogo, as the bearer of power, can completely traverse this place in a few minutes.

"I just said that at night, these poisonous insects will crawl out."

Boluogo stared at the church covered with bloodstains and severed limbs. As early as the first dull gunshot rang through the night, he sensed the conflict here and rushed towards it at high speed.

The situation was just as he expected, he became an uninvited guest and broke into the disputes between these people.

Smelling the blood in the air, they were like stimulants, completely awakening Boluogo's spirit and body.

"Hey, Father, we meet again."

Boluogo looked at the end of the stained blood and corpses, the figure that was almost completely swallowed up by the thorns.

York's face had become bloody and bloody, with bloody thorns piercing out of his eye sockets, squeezing and crushing most of his face. If it weren't for the cross on York's chest still emitting a golden shimmer, even It was also difficult for Boluogo to identify the monster.

Taking a deep breath, Boluoge took a few more steps forward. As he moved forward, the secret energy and command order was further released, and the invisible power that enveloped everyone became heavier.

The two fanatics closest to Bologo opened their mouths forcefully, and a series of gurgling sounds came from their throats. Then large amounts of blood spilled out, and at the same time, their chests visibly sunk.

The chest and lungs were directly crushed into a ball of dirty blood. The feet were lifted off the ground. Under the heavy pressure, the spine folded, and the frightening sound of bone breaking continued until the whole body was squeezed into a ball. A misshapen flesh ball.

In the whimpering screams, tremendous power surged from all directions, even completely collapsing him into a scarlet blood cell mixed with flesh and blood tissue.

The two blood cells floated silently. The next second, the blood cells burst. Amidst the gurgling sound of water, blood soaked the ground and flowed through every corner.

After doing all this, Boluogo still looked expressionless, as if the atrocity just now was just something he was accustomed to... For him these days, this was indeed something he was accustomed to.

In the continuous battles with the Night Clan, these undead made Boluogo very irritated. As long as one blow did not completely kill them, they would always stand up again, so Boluogo invented this extremely cruel move, using The terrifying power of control completely crushed their bodies, leaving no chance for resurrection.

This trick is very useful for the Night Clan, and it should be the same for the Orang Fu Sect.

"The Orang Fu Sect, the Night Clan, what else?"

Bologg looked around and then set his eyes on York again. Seeing York's twisted and distorted appearance, Bologg suddenly understood why he was hostile to York when they first met.

Staring at those wildly growing thorns, a familiar rage spread in Boluogo's chest. Just like fate, Boluogo didn't expect that he would meet it so soon.

"Original Sin Arms?"

Bologg walked straight towards York. Under the constraints of the power of control, everything in the church seemed to be frozen in time, allowing Bologg to manipulate it.

In the broken face, the scarlet eyeballs moved slowly. York just watched Boluogo walking towards him, fear and uneasiness dominated his mind.

York was no stranger to this extreme sense of uneasiness. He had experienced it with another person before.

The man named the Regent.

Boluogo's figure gradually overlapped with his, turning into a mass of evil incarnation...

An existence that must be killed!

Thinking like this, York's expression became furious again, and he tried to move his body and go to kill Boluogo, but what he did was in vain, and he couldn't even make the thorns sway half.

Boluogo didn't notice the change in York's expression, and even if he did, he didn't care.

Tino also looked sideways at Bologo. If York's transformation into a monster frightened them, then Bologo's arrival was a sign of complete despair.

Tino had seen the power of those in power before, but he had never encountered such a fatal power. It was as if everything in his mind had been controlled, unable to move, and only despair was left in his heart.

But as Bologg got closer and his face gradually became clearer from the darkness, this feeling of despair turned into deathly numbness.

"Bologo..."

A hoarse voice came out of Tino's mouth with difficulty, and Boluogo turned his head, "Do you know me?"

Tino didn't respond, just smiled hoarsely. Of course he knew Boluogo, and many people knew Boluogo.

As Boluogo became the leader of the action team, he thoroughly implemented his vigorous and resolute style, solving enemies one after another with efficient and cruel means. Coupled with Boluogo's previous resume, even if he didn't want to let people It's hard to pay attention.

Among many forces such as the Orangutan Sect and the King's Secret Sword, Bologo has already replaced Lebius and has become the target of attention in the new round. Because he knows what kind of guy Bologo is, after seeing Bologo From the first sight of Ge, Tino's mind was completely dead.

Tino had heard the legends about Boluogo. Once he fell into his hands, a clean death would be a gift.

Tino also felt this now. The blood on the ground just covered his shoes. Indistinctly, Tino could still feel the warmth of the blood.

"I only need one survivor." Bologo said to Tino.

Tino was stunned for a moment. He knew what would happen next, but when he thought of death, a greater fear dominated his mind, and he couldn't help but say.

"I..."

Thinking of the horrible appearance of others being squeezed into blood balls, Tino shouted uncontrollably.

"I! I!"

Bologo nodded gently. Before the others could react, they collapsed into twisted sarcoma blood balls one after another. They didn't even scream, and they burst into large pieces of blood rain, evenly covering the wall.

Blood dripped on Tino's body, and the residual heat was like a raging fire, burning his body surface and stinging his nerves.

According to the configuration of the Tino team, with their strength, they were enough to clear the entire town, but they were all killed by Blogo in one encounter. This was not even a battle, but a one-sided massacre.

After dealing with these people, Blogo looked at York again, reached out and touched the bloody thorns, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you know what this is, Father?"

York opened his mouth, and his throat was full of thorns, which crawled like maggots. Seeing this, Blogo simply opened the suitcase and took out the long-awaited axe.

As the hand axe broke free from the restriction of the metal, the two source sin weapons smelled each other's breath, like hungry beasts that sensed the existence of prey, and they all roared in anger.

In an instant, Blogo's mind was filled with all kinds of blasphemous sounds. There was a voice tempting Blogo to swing his hand axe and chop off York's head. The same voice also echoed in York's mind. However, due to the difference in power, he could do nothing but remain angry.

"Will such changes occur if you completely liberate your body and mind to the Source Sin Armament?"

Blogo completely ignored those crazy voices and looked at the changes of the Saw Axe and the Thorn Chains as if he were conducting a scientific investigation.

The original chain turned into dense thorns, almost merging with York, turning him into a monster that wielded spikes wantonly, and the Saw Axe in Blogo's hand was also trying to overlap with Blogo.

Blogo guessed that if he was completely dominated by the Saw Axe, he would also become like York in front of him.

"Like... like a carrier of the devil."

Blogo thought of Vika, the bald bartender. In addition to his daily work, his biggest function was to be a carrier of Mammon.

The Source Sin Armor is also like this. When the holder is completely engulfed by the Source Sin Armor, the holder becomes an unconscious carrier, and what really controls the body is the broken will of rage.

Following this idea, what about when many holders decide the only champion?

When the bloody champion collects all the Source Sin Armor, does it also mean that the champion has collected all the rage fragments, and then pieced together the real... Sin of Rage, Eternal Wrath Eye?

For a moment, Blogo began to doubt what Sai Zong said to him. He asked him to collect the Source Sin Armor. Is he going to awaken the Eternal Wrath Eye? But if Sai Zong really wanted to awaken the Eternal Wrath Eye, he could have done it himself in these hundred years instead of telling himself.

However... the continuous killing of the Source Sin Armor may really wake up the Eternal Wrath Eye. Blogo is deeply touched by this. As the time he holds the Saw Axe gets longer, Blogo can often hear those evil whispers.

If the Source Sin Armaments are scattered, they are easy to be grasped by others. If they are gathered together, it is possible to piece together a complete Eye of Eternal Rage. This sounds extremely contradictory, but when you think of this as the nature of the devil, everything becomes reasonable.

The devil itself is the embodiment of desire, an obsession to move forward. The idea that the Eye of Eternal Rage desires peace itself is in contradiction with the nature of rage.

Just like the contradiction between protection and curse.

"It sounds like a deformed spiral."

Blogo muttered to himself, and then grabbed the thorns that pierced York's body. With the invasion of ether, the secret power·dominance decree completely dominated York's body.

Drag hard.

With the hissing sound of flesh and blood cutting, Blogo forcibly pulled out a bloody thorn group, which broke out of the body and almost tore most of York's body.

York's body seemed to be drained, and he fell heavily in a pool of blood, but he was not yet immortal because of his immortal body. In his dying breath, the blood that permeated the ground rushed back to York.

As long as there is enough blood, the Night Clan will not die. This is also the experience that Blogo has learned in the past. He often puts the Night Clan under the sun to dry, and drags them back to feed blood when they are half burned. This interrogation method is very effective. Basically, after two or three rounds, the other party will say what they should and shouldn't say.

After leaving York's body, the thorn ball began to wriggle violently, but soon it returned to peace and turned into a stiff, rusty empty shell.

Stomping on the empty shell, a chain covered with barbs quietly soaked in blood among the fragments.

Under Blogo's suppression, the thorn binding pain chain returned to its original appearance. Blogo then put away the saw axe of cruelty. He was fed up with the endless whispers in his mind.

It seemed that York would need some time to recover, so Blogo sat down on a half-broken bench and asked Tino directly.

"Why did the Xingrot Sect appear here?"

Blogo continued, "Is it for the monster in the abandoned land?"

Tino hesitated for a moment, and during the time he hesitated, his entire arm twisted strangely, his bones broke one by one, and his tendons and flesh twisted together.

Tino was sweating all over his face in pain. He wanted to wail loudly, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make any sound.

Blogo asked, "Is it difficult for you to answer my questions?"

Tino endured the pain and nodded with difficulty. The next second he found that he could speak again, and his teeth were trembling.

"Yes... yes, we have to liberate it."

"How are you going to do it?" Bologo asked, "I mean, how are you going to liberate it? It's an abandoned land, and it's not easy to capture it."

Since the Decay Plague incident, the abandoned land has no longer been covered. In order to ensure the safety of this place, the fourth group and the desperate outpost were fully mobilized.

In the past, because of the leisure of work, the fourth group was once considered a good place for retirement, but with the issuance of instructions, the fourth group made many defenses in the abandoned land in just a few months, relying on the large virtual domain and quiet defense line, turning it into a fortress built on the abandoned land.

Bologo felt that although the Xingfu Sect was a group of lunatics, they were not crazy enough to guess the actions of the Order Bureau. A rash attack would only lead to their annihilation. They must still be plotting something, some means to break through the fourth group.

"Speak."

Tino shook his head, "I'm just a believer, only the bishop knows the full picture of the plan."

Before he finished speaking, Blogo broke Tino's other arm, but it was obvious that the severe pain could no longer force Tino, and Blogo could only say it in his heart.

"Aimu, can you?"

The secret power of Heart Shadow can peek into the hearts of others, which can also be understood as directly searching the memories of others like the means of the School of Void Spirits.

Aimu is still quite resistant to this kind of thing. She rarely does it unless it is necessary, but it is obvious that she cannot refuse any request from Blogo.

"Okay."

The illusory arm stretched out from Blogo's chest, and just as it was about to touch Tino, everyone heard a graceful chuckle.

In an instant, the blood covering the church boiled, and when they calmed down again, they turned into a smooth blood-colored mirror.

As if knowing what was going to happen, Tino began to struggle madly. Blogo's eyes became serious, and he clearly felt a burning pain in his chest.

The mark that had existed for a long time began to burn at this moment.

Blogo knew who was coming.