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Trik used his right foot as a fulcrum and his left foot as a booster. His heavy body quickly rotated. The halberd that reached the limit also turned back and struck again. The entangled thunder also contained a fatal extreme power.

This was a feint, deliberately selling Boluogo a loophole.

The halberd almost merged with the thunder, turning into a blazing white color that was difficult to look directly at. It first penetrated the air, precipitating a steady stream of ozone, and then hit Bologo's ether barrier, creating cracks and cracks in the air.

Under the influence of ether mutual repulsion, the barrier accelerates its disintegration and collapse until it is completely broken through.

Boluogo watched this scene in horror. Trik's secret power was old, but his secret power was similar to Nathaniel's. They both pursued ultimate lethality, and this power was still in the hands of the Glorious Ones.

Under the rank, I received solid support.

What perfectly combines all these powers is Trick's perfect combat consciousness. This is not something that can be accumulated in a few days and nights of training in the combat room. It is Trick's ability as the commander of the guards in thousands of battles.

Experience gained in hundreds of years of warfare.

Now this experience that smells of fresh blood has merged with Trick's instinct.

Facing the approaching thunder halberd, Boluogo couldn't help but sigh, "He is truly worthy of being the commander of the Night King's guards."

Trik is a servant directly belonging to the Night King. As the bodyguard who ensures the Night King's safety, his status in the Night King's heart may be higher than that of Sere.

The halberd blade swept across smoothly, but did not hit any flesh and blood.

Boluogo disappeared, leaving only a gradually twisting winding crack in place.

Trick suddenly raised his head, and another winding crack opened. Bologg was killed from above his head, and the snake scale fluid multiplied into dozens of spears, falling to the ground with him and breaking into the electric field.

At this critical moment, Olivia also appeared again. Under the hazy veil, her face seemed paler than before, but she still evoked shadow belts to resist the invasion of the electric field with difficulty, as if

Like shackles, layer by layer restricting Trick's movements.

The howling wind suddenly rose. As a person in charge of power, Palmer was very self-aware. He kept a safe distance from the electric field, constantly harassed Trick with strong winds, and also threw storm feathers.

The thin dagger split into dozens of pieces in mid-air and sank into the electric field from various tricky angles under the guidance of the airflow. However, just like Xinda's previous shooting, any metal would encounter high pressure once it steps into the electric field.

Repeated bombardment of electric current.

In the cross currents, the storm plumes collapsed one by one and were annihilated again into ether overflow. The main body of the storm plumes took on a red-hot appearance, weakly passed through the electric field and was nailed into the stone pillar on one side.

During this period, Hinda's feeble gunshots continued, but just like Palmer, as the two people with the power, their impact on the battle situation was too small and insignificant.

The shadow's restraint only lasted for a second or two. Trik broke free from Olivia's restraint. At this time, Bologo also arrived with his sword and axe.

Trick did not deliberately defend himself. At this time, Bologo's ether barrier had been shattered in the previous battle, and now he had no protection.

The electric field will resist all intruders without Trick taking action.

Before the sword and ax fell, the electric current was like a violent beast, biting Boluogo's body wantonly. No matter how fast Boluogo's sword was, it could not move faster than thunder. No matter how sharp his ax was, it could not break the current.

In an instant, Bologo's body was repeatedly struck by thunder a hundred times. The fatal electric current applied high temperature to the capillaries under the skin. The damaged flesh and blood reflected on the epidermis, showing lush branches and capillary scars like snowflakes.

.

Bologg ignored the pain. As an immortal, this was Bologg's greatest asset in challenging the Glorious Ones. However, no matter how strong his will was, it was still difficult for him to surpass his physical limits.

The electric current penetrated the body, and Boluogo's body spasmed uncontrollably. His muscles were as tight as stone. Each twitch was accompanied by bursts of severe pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing their bodies.

Boluogo's breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was experiencing an inescapable nightmare.

But Boluogo still swung his sword and axe, splitting Trik's shoulder armor with resentment and cutting off several spikes, and the saw-axe bit his arm armor, with a terrifying chewing sound.

Steel shattered, flesh turned into mud.

Trick pushed the halberd, and the heavy handle knocked Bologo away. Several electric currents followed closely behind. Under repeated lightning strikes, Bologo flew backwards and broke another stone pillar.

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"Boluogo, I have heard your story," Trick shook his hand, the broken arm armor fell off, and the flesh and blood had long since healed. "According to rumors, you are an undefeated and immortal guy."

Trick shook his head, "The facts seem a bit disappointing."

The surrounding air was filled with the smell of burnt meat and burnt meat, which made people feel sick and suffocated. After a moment's pause, Bologo stood up with his sword in hand. His originally ferocious and burned body was also gasping for air during this moment.

, healing and recovery.

Boluogo's eyes were downcast, "This has just begun, it would be too early to say that we are disappointed."

"Oh? Then you'd better hurry up," Trick said seriously as the halberd leaned forward, "I don't have much patience."

A familiar crisp trembling sound came from the distance, which was a sign that the overlapping point was expanding. In this pilgrimage court, Boluogo was not sure where the overlapping area was, but he could feel the concentration of ether around him.

Still continuing to improve.

"Weier, what can you do?"

During the confrontation between Boluogo and Trick, Palmer placed his hope on the black cat who followed them. "We are only one step away from victory."

a step far?

This is just what Palmer said to comfort himself. Even if Trick is solved, there will still be the Night King waiting for them. The darkness and nothingness he releases alone is already so terrifying. It is hard to imagine what the Night King's body must be like.

attitude.

"I?"

Seeing that Palmer actually put his hope on herself, Weier couldn't help but apologize, "If it were me in the past, relying on my secret power, I would have been able to deal with Trick a few times, but now... I do

Less than.”

Palmer's hope just rose in his heart, and then quickly disappeared, "What's wrong?"

Wei'er sighed and stretched out her furry and soft cat paws helplessly.

"cute?"

Palmer hesitated for a moment. He had to say that Weier's cat paws were indeed cute. Although it was a black cat, the pads were unexpectedly soft pink. The cat hair in the gaps between the paws had also been trimmed and looked clean.

tidy.

"cute."

"Then do you think it can scratch through the electric field and immortal armor of the Glorious One?"

Weier's words made Palmer feel as if his brain was being ripped open.

Maomao sighed helplessly, "My gift has caused me to lose my human posture. Now I can't even hold a sword. What's more, even if I want to fight, no one will make a sword for cats alone."

Immortal Armor."

The cat's eyes stared closely at the figure facing the lightning, "He is also an undead, but the gap between me and him is not even a tiny bit."

The gap that Weier refers to is not only rank and ability, but also combat awareness. Palmer has heard about this. It is said that Weier is not good at fighting. It is what it is today because of various opportunities.

Coincidences came together.

"Is there no hope at all?"

Palmer felt a little desperate. After so many people's efforts, they finally got here, but it seemed that everything was going to end here.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Like a battle in time and space, the condensers of the future are fighting against the condensers living in the past to decide the outcome of each other.

"What's that expression on your face?" Weier took a few steps forward and asked suspiciously, "I didn't say I didn't intend to help."

Hope appeared in Palmer's eyes. He picked up Weier and put it on his head like a hat.

"what should I do?"

Weier was wagging her tail, looking leisurely and contented.

"Help me reach Bologo."

Hearing this request, Palmer hesitated again. In front, with the help of his immortal body and Olivia, Boluogo started fighting round after round with Trick in the dense thunder.

kill.

Trik's fighting style is like a rock. The halberd is used superbly in his hands, sometimes sweeping, sometimes parrying, allowing Bologo's offensive to surge, but it only slightly damaged his immortal armor.

, but there is no advantage at all.

On the contrary, it was Boluogo himself who, under Trik's continuous defense, seized the opportunity to counterattack with his halberd and thunder, leaving him in a state of disarray.

"Okay, let's go."

As Weier spoke, the cat's eyes shone brightly, and then the power of the Glorious One ignited from its body, and an inexplicable heaviness weighed on Palmer's heart.

He screamed strangely, "The Glorious One?"

Palmer had thought that Weier had some strength, but he had never thought that even a cat had the power of the Glorious One.

"What? Are you discriminating against cats?"

As Wei'er spoke, she showed her sharp claws, which flashed dangerously under the attachment of ether.

Palmer discovered that the cat's claws at this time were indeed capable of tearing apart the Immortal Armor.

"Palmer, I'm not as strong as you think."

Suddenly, Weier became serious again and gave Palmer strict instructions, "My soul was stuffed into an inappropriate container, which caused my power to be restricted layer by layer. If I'm not careful, I will...

Break it open."
To be continued...