Chapter 969: Eliminate All Evil

Berogo rarely carries out rescue operations. It's not that Berogo doesn't like to save people, but he simply feels that he is not born for this type of operation.

The biggest advantage of the undead is the trial and error opportunities brought by the immortal body. For this reason, Berogo often goes deep into those extremely dangerous battlefields. In the tense atmosphere, Berogo often has no energy to take care of the people around him, let alone protect these unarmed ordinary people in the continuous fierce battles.

There is no way. Having been placed in this environment, Berogo can't just show off and leave in disgrace, or don't care about the life and death of these people at all, and directly control on a large scale to flood the river.

Berogo doesn't think he is a good person, but he still has good intentions.

"Olivia, this is up to you!"

Berogo crossed the bunker, and after a quick and deadly charge, he pierced the throat of a night clan with a sword. The ether drilled into the wound and easily tore his body into a ball of blood mist.

The blood purity of the Night Clan that Blogo had encountered was not high, and their immortality was much weaker. As long as a strong enough attack that completely crushed their limbs was enough, they could be killed.

Olivia hurriedly followed. All along, Olivia had lived in guilt, and once lived like an ascetic monk who was redeeming her sins. Saving the incomplete and stopping the plan to disobey the royal court made Olivia happy, as if she could make up for her mistakes in this way, and she never refused.

The shadow quickly bulged, like a huge mouth of the abyss opened from under the ground, dragging the incomplete people into the shadow with their terrified cries.

The bulging shadow collapsed, leaving a huge, constantly changing shadow on the ground. Swords and knives could not cut it, and water and fire could not harm it. It was like a three-dimensional existence that was reduced to a two-dimensional one. Before the ether was exhausted, it was completely independent of the battlefield.

Blogo didn't expect that Olivia's shadow could protect such a large population. If Olivia was used as a transport unit, could she also transport a condenser army silently like when several people infiltrated?

Obviously, Blogo thought too much. After swallowing a large number of incompletes, the shadow's movement speed slowed down, and it was even completely stagnant. As the number of swallowed people increased, the pressure on Olivia also increased exponentially. Now, let alone transferring people, just maintaining the protection of the shadow has consumed all of Olivia's mind.

Fortunately, the shadow temporarily moved the incompletes at the dock out of the battlefield, which allowed Blogo to act more recklessly.

"Ship! Ship!"

The Night Clan watched Blogo's sudden attack and felt the terrifying power of the defender. They kept screaming and pushing the lever. The engine roared weakly, and the paddles stirred the water, pushing the cargo ship along the underground river.

As early as the beginning of the establishment of the Secret Land, the Condensers of the School of Domination made drastic changes to the surrounding geology and created underground rivers hidden deep underground. They led directly to the nearby sea and transported strategic resources silently.

The Incompletes were sent away in an endless stream and kept in captivity by the rebellious royal court as blood people.

The cargo ship started, it separated the turbulent water and rushed towards the depths of darkness, but just as it was about to leave the dock, it suddenly stopped on the spot. No matter how the blades rotated, it could not move forward at all.

The Night Clan turned around and saw the terrifying figure standing on the dock with eyes as bright as torches.

Bolog stretched out his hand, as if he had grabbed the cargo ship in the air, and brought all the things in front of him into his control. For a moment, the river flowed backwards, the cargo ship trembled violently, and the speed of the blades slowed down until it completely stopped.

The Night Tribe members were stunned for a few seconds, then shouted, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Someone rushed to the deck, picked up a machine gun and fired at Blogo. The dense rain of bullets formed a striking line of fire, and quickly attacked Blogo. Just when it was about to touch Blogo, a strong gust of wind swirled around Blogo. They could not completely block the movement of the bullets, but they could still slightly deflect their trajectory.

Blogo was like a god, and the deadly rain of bullets avoided Blogo and shot around him. A small number of bullets broke through the gust of wind, but they also slowed down and finally hovered in front of Blogo.

In addition to the attack of guns, a series of secret energies were also released from the deck. The first to hit Blogo was the power of the Void School. These guys who are good at controlling mental illusions always attack silently.

Bolog felt like a heavy hammer was hitting his head. Due to the huge gap in rank, most of the mental attacks were blocked by the critical point of the soul, but Bolog still felt a dizzy vibration, and the images in front of him appeared doubled, and the whites of his eyes were full of bloodshot.

The night tribes of the Ascension School looked at Bolog vigilantly. Although they were good at close combat, Bolog was better at it than them. Getting off the boat now would undoubtedly be a death sentence.

Just as they hesitated, the night tribes of the Illusion School created ice, thunder, lightning and fire out of thin air. These most basic elemental forces condensed and stirred in the air, containing the power of destruction.

They held their breath and gathered strength, and when they were about to punish Bolog with God, Bolog suddenly clenched his fists, as if he had completely grasped something in the void.

Instantly, the vibration of the cargo ship intensified further, a series of groans sounded from the hull, the hull began to tilt, the deck lifted up and broke inch by inch, and the hull was like being hit by an invisible heavy fist, with several huge dents appearing out of thin air.

Just when the Night Clan was still confused about the current situation, the water level dropped rapidly. They thought there was a problem with the underground river, but when they looked down from the edge of the deck, they found that the entire cargo ship was lifted up from the river and suspended in mid-air.

Bologo clenched his fists, and the power of control also grasped the cargo ship tightly. Without the buoyancy of the water, the hull could not support its own huge weight and kept cracking, as if it would disintegrate in mid-air in the next second.

After a trembling roar, the entire cargo ship was thrown onto the dock. The heavy hull rubbed against the ground, bringing a series of dazzling sparks, like an earthquake, and the people in the ship were dizzy.

The Night Clan stood up with difficulty. They had no time to lament the brutal behavior of Blogo, because Blogo had already strode towards them with his sword.

Despair.

At this time, there was only despair in their hearts. Among them, the only high-level condenser was just a powerless person. If the cargo ship could successfully leave, they still had a chance to survive, but now facing the approaching Blogo, they had no hope at all.

"Where is Qiao... Qiao Si!" A Night Clan member shouted in horror, "Where did he go!"

Qiao Si was their leader and the only defender. This operation should have been carried out by him personally, escorting this group of disabled people back to the rebellious king's court, but he suddenly disappeared, leaving only these people to handle the follow-up matters.

Scarlet eyes swept across the confused faces. They didn't know where Qiao Si had gone, and they didn't even know what happened in the secret land.

Although it is a cooperative relationship with the Hidden Land, the Hidden Land is still wary of disobeying the Royal Court. Apart from the exchange of interests, there is no more connection between the two... It is also this vigilance that has made the Order Bureau discover the evil actions of the Secret Group until now.

A whistling wind came from his ears, and the Night Clan realized the arrival of danger, but it was too late.

"Be careful!"

He only had time to shout this sentence, and then the cold blade pierced his chest, biting and turning, and crushed his heart.

At this moment, the Night Clan was not dead yet. He tried to pull out the dagger at his waist and fight back, but soon he found that his body was like a dead body and could not move.

The sound of gurgling water echoed in his ears.

The Night Clan was confused for a moment, and then he realized with horror that the sound of water did not come from the underground river, but from the blood rushing in his body.

Bologo broke through the critical defense of the Soul Matrix, and directly controlled the blood in his body along the wound caused by the bite. All the blood gathered towards the head of the Night Clan, and blood flowed out of the mouth, nose and ears, like a burst balloon. Under high pressure, the whole head exploded completely.

The headless body fell at Bologo's feet, but the blood did not fall. It hovered beside Bologo, condensing from liquid to solid, and turned into a string of scarlet chains connecting the weapon and the arm.

"What are you still standing there! Attack!"

A Night Clan roared, breaking the silence. He led the way, and a series of mental shocks acted on Bologo's mind, bringing a faint pain.

The other Night Clan realized that they had no way out, and they also used their secret powers. The ether gathered here, and the reality was overwhelmed and was about to be crushed by it.

Bolog took a deep breath, sniffing the lingering blood. He lowered his grudge, raised his saw axe, and shouted his own battle cry to all the Night Clan.

The sound was short and not loud, but it was like a horn of war, deeply penetrating the hearts of every Night Clan member. It was as if the secret power of the Void Spirit School had affected everyone, and an inexplicable frenzy ignited in their hearts.

The irrational killing intent grew and spread. They temporarily forgot the gap in rank and the bad situation. Only the pure bloody battle remained in their minds.

So the Night Clan members also responded to Bolog's roar, waving their swords and rushing towards him, turning this land boat into a duel field.

"That's right..."

Bolog murmured softly, and the grudge turned a few beautiful sword flowers in his hand, and then threw it out suddenly, piercing the thigh of a Night Clan member.

The blood-cast chain stretched straight, and Blogo pulled hard, dragging the Night Clan in front of him, and then the saw-toothed axe chopped down like a heavy hammer, and the interlaced sawtooth axe blade exploded his head in one fell swoop.

Before the corpse fell, sharp blood spears broke out from the back of the corpse. Blogo kicked off a blood spear with one foot, and the blood spear was spinning in the air. Blogo kicked the end with a flying kick, and the blood spear was fired like a cannonball, piercing the arm of another Night Clan.

"Next!"

In Blogo's extremely arrogant shout, the swirling whistling wind penetrated the side of the hull like a drill. A slightly embarrassed figure collided back and forth in the cabin. After crashing through countless layers of partitions, he slowly stopped.

Palmer suppressed the dizziness and nausea. Before his sight reached, the invisible bird had already scouted the surrounding environment, and the fear and wailing in his ears became clearer.

"Everyone, calm down."

As Palmer spoke, the ether spread and cast a pure glow, illuminating the darkness in the bilge. Prisons came into view. Behind the cold iron bars, there were frightened and disabled people.

The dagger came with the wind and quickly cut through the iron locks of the prison. The prison door slowly opened, and freedom was within easy reach. However, the disabled people did not make any move. They leaned on each other and huddled together, not knowing that in Pal What kind of fear did they endure before Mo arrived.

Palmer smelled the smell of blood, and he felt like he had stepped on something, something sticky.

Palmer knew what the cripples feared.

Lowering his head, a broken corpse came into view. It seemed to have been desecrated by a wild beast, completely chewed up and in disfigurement. Even a professional like Palmer could not intuitively determine the gender of the corpse. Identity, age.

But Palmer knew why it died. Just like some employees in the company would receive kickbacks, in the eyes of the Night Clan, wouldn't the disabled be a resource, a kickback that can be taken?

It was probably because one of the Night Clan was so hungry and thirsty that he united with other Night Clan, randomly selected a mutilated person, pulled him out, and ate him dry in front of everyone...

The strong wind roared and hit all the way along the corridor, smashing all obstacles along the way until it broke out of the hull and opened a way to the outside world.

"I'm here to save you!"

Palmer shouted to everyone, "Go! You're free!"

At first, no one acted. After Palmer shouted three or four times, a girl walked out of the cell cautiously. As she walked towards the outside world, she looked back at Palmer, as if she was afraid that Palmer would regret it. .

Gradually, her hesitant pace became firmer, until she started running wildly. As if she was infected, others became restless, ranging from vigilance to fanaticism, crowding each other and rushing towards the outside world.

"Slow down!" Palmer controlled the scene tiredly, "Don't be crowded! Evacuate in an orderly manner!"

The disabled people unexpectedly obeyed Palmer's words. They tried hard to restrain their desire and fear to escape, and tried to slow down their pace. They also deliberately avoided Palmer and passed by him like running water.

Looking at the departing figures one by one, Palmer suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Before this, Palmer had participated in battles again and again, but those were only confrontations with powerful enemies. Unlike now, he could not see the results of his salvation so intuitively.

It felt surprisingly good.

Palmer thought this way and looked up. A series of astonishing ether reactions were coming from the deck.

While Palmer was rescuing the mutilated people in the cabin, a more brutal and bloody battle was going on on the deck.

Bologo's shout seemed to have magic power, awakening the fighting spirit of the Night Tribes. They did not feel fear, but instead became more fervent and swarmed towards Bologo.

Seeing this, Bologo also laughed, feeling the bursts of heat coming from the False Saw Axe. He knew that his plan worked. With blood and killing, the False Saw Ax awakened all the people in the range. The killing intent of living beings.

Boluogo was like a gladiator on the battlefield, challenging everyone. So far, they only had one goal in their eyes.

This can protect the disabled people in the cargo ship to a great extent, and can also help Boluogo attract the hiding night people. Boluogo knows the dangers of these night people. They are like cockroaches. , must be eradicated.

Complete the task of eradicating evil!

The deck beneath his feet bulged, and the cold metal claws broke through the barrier. Several armed bloodthirsty people rushed out. The saw ax not only awakened the fighting spirit of the night tribe, but also brought these bloodthirsty and inferior people with them. monsters are also attracted.

"Get away!"

Boluogo cursed, and the ether seeped into the bodies of the bloodthirsty, like a meat grinder, crushing their internal organs and bones into mud. Soon, they turned into soft empty shells, under the foul-smelling skin. , leaving only a sticky mess of blood.

At the same time, the psychic shock struck again, and the other party increased the output of the secret energy. The pain was like a wave, getting stronger each time, until Boluogo found it a little unbearable.

The one with power?

Boluogo looked at the source of the ether suspiciously. The only ones who could use this power to shake him were those with power.

The corpse under his feet squirmed, and blood burst out of the body. They elegantly surrounded Boluogo's body, condensing into scarlet scales, and attached to Boluogo's body piece by piece, turning him into a red-armored man. knight.

Bologo was about to chase towards the source of ether and chop off the head of the one who had lost power with one sword, but at this moment, thunder and fireworks combined, baptizing Bologo's body.

Several Night Tribes from the Illusion School stood together. They shaped the extraordinary elemental power out of thin air and coordinated with each other to launch an attack on Bologo.

The pain caused by the psychic impact overlapped with the paralysis of the nerves caused by the thunder. For a moment, Bologor felt that his limbs were a little stiff and sluggish. Then the blood under his feet was frozen, and the generated frost covered Bolog like vines. Luo Ge's feet froze him firmly in place.

Seeing that Borrog was restrained, the Night Clan burst into cheers. Like the protagonists in the story, they united together to suppress the evil villain Borrog.

After the ether surged and gained the upper hand, the Negative Power once again increased the invasion of Blogo's mind. He was not good at fantasy and cognitive modification, but was good at causing severe pain to the nerves and senses until the target fell into a coma and lost control.

Blogo's breathing became heavy, and he clenched his teeth, enduring the pain of being slashed by a knife. The blood-cast armor was broken and stitched again under the impact of thunder, fire, ice and frost.

The deck not far away suddenly collapsed, and several night clans of the Ascension School strengthened their own functions and rushed towards Blogo quickly, with the swords in their hands emitting bright coldness.

They were getting closer and closer to Blogo, and the enthusiasm and joy of victory in their hearts became clearer and clearer, almost roaring out of their pores.

Blogo threw out the resentful bite, the chain pulled, and swung out a fatal arc. The night clans had already prepared, their speed increased sharply, and they avoided the swing with a blurred afterimage. Only one night clan was unable to evade and was cut in half by the resentful bite.

But even so, the Night Clan did not die immediately. He used up all his strength to throw the long knife in his hand and rushed towards Blogo's forehead.

At this moment, the mental shock, the power of the elements, and the nearby Night Clan, they were like poisoned daggers, close to Blogo's heart and throat, and a thought rose from all of their hearts.

Win.

Even if it was the defender, as long as the coordination was exquisite enough and the timing was right, even the defender would be killed by the low-level Condensation. This has happened countless times in the extraordinary world.

In the overflowing ecstasy, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes swept across, like a cold wind from winter, blowing it all out and cooling it down.

The cold swords were raised high, they should have cut off Blogo's head, but they froze in the air when they were close to Blogo, and no matter how hard the arms tried, they could not sink even an inch.

What happened?

The Night Tribe members were puzzled. They tried to attack in a different way, but then they found that they had lost control of their bodies and could not move.

"Ah...ah..."

The piercing pain suddenly came from their hearts. They opened their mouths to try to say something, but their throats seemed to be blocked and they could only make intermittent whimpering sounds.

They turned their eyes with difficulty and lowered their sight below. Only then did they find that thin, almost indistinguishable scarlet threads had penetrated their bodies at some point. Then they carefully sensed the reaction of the surrounding ether, and countless ethers that turned into threads appeared in front of them.

This was Blogo's weakness, a trap that caught them all.

Blogo shattered the frost that bound him and pulled the blood-coagulated threads. They were like thousands of thin blades. With a slight twist, the bodies of the Night Tribe members fell apart in front of Blogo's eyes, like chopped pieces of meat, scattered and withered.

The resentful bite and the saw-axe of the cruelty chopped horizontally and vertically, further extinguishing their vitality. The blood flew all over the sky and splashed in all directions, but suddenly stagnated in the air. As if time was going back, they rushed back to Blogo's side and spread their scarlet wings.

Those were not wings, but blood spears that stood in layers behind Blogo.

For the first time, Blogo felt that his two hands were not enough to wield a weapon, so the remaining blood pieced together a pair of extended arms, which stretched out from behind Blogo's shoulders. They grabbed blood spears from behind and threw them at the night tribes of the illusion school in the distance.

Each attack was as fast as thunder and as heavy as falling stones.

The fragile deck was shattered by the blood spears, and the steel was easily penetrated. After hitting the target, the blood spears shattered like crystal glass, and the sharp fragments caused secondary damage to the surrounding enemies.

In a flash, the Night Clan's formation was easily broken up, and the four-armed blood-armored monster leaped over, and the sword and axe roughly tore their bodies apart, leaving only the echo of the wail.

Blogo turned his head and tried to raid the place where the powerless were, but at this moment, the mighty power of the Glory One descended from the sky, and the Glory One wearing iron armor and surrounded by aurora descended.

"Finally caught up with you!"

The Glory One shouted, swung the heavy sword, and chopped it down on the head. Blogo was not angry but happy, and the bloodthirsty fanaticism had already soaked his blood, and the sword and axe crossed to block.

After a dull explosion, the deck under his feet completely collapsed, and the two fell into the depths of the cabin. A faint thunder came from it, and after a dazzling glow, the hull was twisted and disintegrated by the mighty power, and completely collapsed into a pile of ruins, standing like the corpse of a giant whale.

In the smoke and dust, the duelists confronted each other, eager to try.