Chapter 1074 Price

The situation of the battle changed so quickly that even Boluogo couldn't react. One second they had seriously injured Beelzebub, but the next second Beelzebub easily knocked down Asmod.

Chewing her flesh and blood.

With constant swallowing sounds in his throat, Boluogo clenched the fire sword in his hand and stared at the body that had been penetrated and burned by himself, but was healing at a high speed.

Beelzebub slowly turned her head, and there was a heartbreaking sound of bones dislocating in her neck, until her entire head was completely turned around in an anti-physiological way.

The new skin was like a mask, covering the burned skin. She showed a chillingly sweet smile, and the tip of her scarlet tongue licked the blood that fell on her mouth...the black blood.

"Brogo, you always stand on the wrong team, first Leviathan, then Asmodeus..."

Beelzebub's neck stretched like a snake, and when the smelly blood on his face came towards his face, Boluogo only had time to detonate the flaming sword in his hand.

The etheric sword collapsed and spread out in all directions with the power of light, exploding into a blazing fireball. Boluogo fell from it and fell heavily to the ground. He rolled several times before he propped himself up.

"damn it."

Boluogo complained in a low voice, with a hint of pain in his voice.

Standing up slowly, he saw that a large piece of Boluogo's shoulder had been cut off. Muscles, bones, and blood were all devoured. Half of his shoulders collapsed weakly, and there was a lot of blood.

On top of Boluogo's head, Beelzebub's body turned around, and his torso and head were reset. His fingertips wiped the minced meat at the corner of his mouth, and put them into his mouth together. After a sucking sound, Beelzebub's eyes were filled with tears.

Looking at Boluogo with joy.

"Boluogo, you taste much better than I thought."

The long scarlet hair grew wildly and draped down from Beelzebub's shoulders. They were entangled with each other like blood threads, turning into curtains and hanging on the ground, spreading in all directions.

Boluogo stared at Beelzebub expressionlessly. Under the power of the Gift and the Axis of Time, the wound on his shoulder was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He simply moved his shoulder without feeling any obstruction.

"By the way, you are still from the undead," Beelzebub's smile became more and more distorted, "You can eat it for a long time."

Boluogo asked calmly, "Was everything before just a disguise?"

"Disguising? It doesn't really count," Beelzebub shook his head. "I just hate hunger, so I usually only come after a full stomach."

Beelzebub turned his head, looked at Asmod who was lying on the ground, and said grimly, "Whenever I am hungry, I will become irritable and irritable. This posture is too ugly."

"ugly?"

Boluogo chuckled twice. In the previous battle, Beelzebub showed everyone the posture of an unkillable flesh and blood monster. The posture was profane, as if countless taboo creatures were sewn together.

But Beelzebub thought that posture was perfect. She liked to use that posture to fight powerful enemies, using the power of flesh and blood and immortality to corrupt every living thing.

Now Beelzebub no longer looks like that blasphemous and hateful person. On the contrary, she maintains a human posture, beautiful but hungry.

Beelzebub sees hunger as an ugliness.

Bologo knew that he could not use ordinary people's thinking to substitute for the devil. If Asmode had not inspired Beelzebub's desire, Bologo would not have had much chance to see Beelzebub's true gluttony in person.

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This is an extremely important piece of information, which may allow many people to survive in future operations against the Kingdom of Slurry.

Looking at Asmodeus on the other side, her entire left shoulder, left chest, and left arm had all disappeared. There was no flesh and blood on the ferocious wound section, and there was just a layer of ceramic-like faults. It seemed that Asmodeus was

De's body is not flesh and blood, but a ceramic doll.

Large swaths of thick tar flowed out from the damaged areas and flowed all over the floor, exuding a disgusting smell.

Asmodeus knelt down half-kneeling, trying to cover the huge wound on his body with his right hand to stop the tar from flowing out, but the tar was still leaking out continuously.

In order to satisfy the devil's desire to play in the human world, Asmodeus did not know what means he used to make his chosen one his own body in the material world. This is similar to the relationship between Sai Zong and Samuel, but completely different.

on the contrary.

It can be seen that Asmodeus likes this ever-changing body very much, not only because it is her chosen one, but at the same time, this body also carries many of her memories.

The surrounding black mist gathered, and they filled the hideous wounds one by one. The clear sound of friction sounded, as if Asmodeus was repairing his body with the power that was almost like a fantasy coming true.

In pain, Asmodeus raised his pale cheek and stared at Boluogo.

Bologg knew what Asmod wanted to do, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He just felt troublesome, but forced by this damn situation, Bologg had to help her.

Help Asmodeus buy time.

Asmodeus does not want to give up her chosen one yet. Once she is kicked out of the dispute game, what awaits her will not be the start of the next round of the game, but being devoured by her own blood relatives.

The authority and original sin will still continue, but the will of "Asmodeus" will completely disappear.

For the devil, the interruption and disappearance of the continuity of consciousness is tantamount to death.

Thinking of this, Boluoge suddenly felt a joking mood, and he said loudly, "What's the price?"

Asmodeus was stunned for a moment, and even Beelzebub paused his attack and looked at them with interest.

"Speaking of which, I haven't discussed it with you yet, what is the cost of helping you?"

Boluogo laughed inexplicably. Although he knew that in this situation, he should not laugh, let alone threaten Asmodeus, but except for the present, he could not imagine a more suitable opportunity to threaten the devil.

Anyway, he is the undead and Leviathan's chosen one. Even if he is eventually devoured by Beelzebub, as long as Leviathan does not want to lose, the devil still has to find a way to save him.

This may cost a lot, but rather than personal gain or loss, Boluogo wants to use this opportunity to help all mankind gain chips to defeat the devil.

"cost?"

Asmod looked at Bologg blankly. She thought Bologg was crazy. It could be seen that Bologg was reluctant to take action and his extremely serious and serious eyes showed that she knew that Bologg was not joking.

"I can give you the protection of Chaos and Joy," Asmodeus said decisively, "This matches your immortality..."

Boluogo interrupted Asmodeus, "I'm not interested in your masochistic tendencies."

After getting out of the limitations of his thinking, Boluoge suddenly felt relaxed. He shook the Grudge at will and danced a few sword flowers.

Asmodeus gritted his teeth. Devils were indeed wishing machines, but that didn't mean they were unfettered.

Desires correspond to price. Only by paying with expensive souls and converting them into weights that influence the balance can the devil realize the wishes corresponding to the value within the scope of this influence.

Everyone can see at this moment that Boluogo does not intend to pay for his soul, but only uses his help to Asmodeus in exchange for a priceless wish.

It's more of a robbery than a blackmail.

"You are much more interesting than I thought, Boluogo," Beelzebub smiled and looked at Boluogo with a slightly fanatical look. "I always thought you were a boring guy. If you had shown this earlier,

A little later, maybe our meeting will be earlier."

Asmodeus' eyes repeatedly turned back and forth between Beelzebub and Boluogo. As a devil, it was a great shame and humiliation for her to be coerced by a human. If it had been anyone else, Asmodeus would have killed him in rage.

, and continued to fight Beelzebub, but Boluogo was different.

Bologo is the only glorious person left in this battlefield. At the same time, he is also the chosen one of Leviathan and the undead. Bologo does not have the ability to kill the devil, but he definitely has the power to influence the situation of the battle.

Just as Asmode was hesitating, Beelzebub suddenly said, "Bologo, do you want to make a deal with me? I will give you a good price."

Boluogo shook his head, "This is not good, I am already a debtor."

"But you still have a certain soul."

"what you up to?"

"I want to know Leviathan's plan."

The Asmodeus in front of her was no match for Beelzebub. Her real enemy was Leviathan.

Bologo politely declined, "But I am still Leviathan's chosen one."

"It doesn't matter." Beelzebub slowly descended from the sky, with dense blood flowing all over his body. "Betrayal is always an indispensable melody between our blood relatives."

Beelzebub came to Bologo, bloodshot threads spilled out from all directions, like silk, almost completely surrounding Bologo. As long as it was tightened slightly, Bologo would be entangled into a pupa.

"I can feel it. We were enemies just a moment ago, and we are allies the next second," Bologg said, looking at Asmode again, and said disdainfully, "I was afraid of survival before, but when I saw the opportunity, I felt like I was smelling it."

Like a bloody shark, it bites like crazy."

Boluogo closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly, "To be honest, you devils really disappoint me."

"how?"

"I thought you would be a kind of villain with grand goals, but in the end, you are just a beast driven by desire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the suspended sword blade in the air suddenly shattered and turned into countless sharp blades. They shone with cold light in the darkness, carrying cold murderous intent, and rushed forward like a violent storm.

Every sharp blade carries a sharp sound of wind, and every inch closer is a fatal swing of the sword. It is a suffocating violent force that seems to tear the world into pieces.

The blood threads wrapped around Boluogo were as fragile as tissue paper. The blood threads broke one after another in the continuous explosions, like severed blood vessels, and a piece of blood swayed.

The sharp knives formed a dense barrage, like a dense net, covering the entire space, pushing forward rapidly, drawing sad and beautiful arcs.

The sharp whistling sound is heart-stopping.

In an instant, not only the dense blood threads were cut off, but also Beelzebub, who was standing in front of Boluogo, was riddled with holes. His precise body was cut and penetrated by sharp blades, and large areas of flesh and blood were cut into pieces.

Debris.

The air was filled with the sound of the collision of blood and metal, and the bloody fabric that originally covered Beelzebub's body was also completely destroyed in the cutting. It was like a red dress that had been torn with force, and was cruelly torn apart.

There was blood all over the ground.

Bologg stepped forward. His chances of winning were slim, and Beelzebub's arrogance was one of them.

The saw-axe bit into Boluogo's flesh, making a harsh roar like an engine. The saw teeth intertwined with each other and chopped off the head of the blurry figure in the blood.
To be continued...