When faced with an insurmountable dilemma, different people have different ways of dealing with it. Some people will fall into the dilemma and resign themselves to fate, while others will try their best to solve the crisis.

Boluogo is different from the above. Whenever he encounters an insurmountable dilemma, the first thing he thinks of is...

Turn over the table!

Destroying the terrain when encountering difficulties may sound a bit path-dependent, but I have to admit that this method is really useful, especially in a complex and crumbling place like Mist Abyss Fortress.

Bologo unleashed his secret power, rapidly expanding the scope of his control. Every ray of etheric power drilled into the ground like a rivet. Bologg grabbed the chains connecting the rivets and connected them all.

And tore into pieces.

Secret Energy·Government Edict.

In an instant, the entire area shook violently, the walls began to crack, stones and tiles were scattered everywhere, and the ground cracked, creating bulging boulders and deep whirlpools.

The feathers of light washed through Boluogo's body, leaving his armor and stomach riddled with holes. At the same time, Boluogo became the core of the collapsing vortex, devouring the buildings within it.

The ceiling of the entire hall began to collapse, and thick stones and wooden beams fell and smashed into pieces, making a loud and ear-piercing sound. The green ether glow rolled out from the cracks, covering the masonry like a ghost.

The cracks in the ground spread to Hernan's feet, and the secret energy and one-way arrows gave him powerful lethality, but other than that, he was no different from an ordinary believer.

The thick smoke and rubble that rolled up obscured Borogo's figure, and the sloping ground also made it difficult for Hernan to launch an attack accurately. He could only jump forward between the collapsed cracks to avoid being buried by the rubble.

Many screams were heard, and there were many soldiers. The Condenser could not escape the falling boulders. They were directly smashed into the next layer of the ground, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

As the ground tilted, the huge flesh-and-blood creation also began to topple over. It hit the wall on one side heavily, further accelerating the destruction of this place.

Morrison's roar sounded, and he had realized who Bologo was, the man who almost destroyed the Mist Abyss Fortress, and now he is here again, vowing to destroy this place.

The force of the earthquake became stronger and stronger. A long section of the wall collapsed, sandwiching huge rocks and tiles, and was cut into forest-like debris. Heavy wooden beams and stones flew everywhere in the fortress, covering the entire building.

body.

In the collapsing rainstorm, Morrison had no time to care about Hernan. Even he could only rely on the lift provided by the light feathers to quickly move among the gravel and move towards Boluogo.

Fast approach.

Morrison had to stop the destruction, and the feathers of light erupted again. Under the guidance of the Chain Sword, they gathered into a flashing torrent, rushing straight towards Bologo's location.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the top of the head, as if something was falling towards here. The next moment, the sharp spire broke through the layers of the ground and fell down like a torrent, blocking the torrent of light feathers and Boluo Ge.

between.

The bright light exploded in front of Boluogo's eyes, stinging him to tears. At the same time, a sense of emptiness emerged from the bottom of his heart. Large-scale control consumed Boluogo's ether extremely violently, not to mention,

This place is covered with a layer of virtual domain.

So no matter how fragile this layer of virtual realm is, it will eventually bring some resistance and increase the difficulty of Bologo's destruction.

"piece of cake."

Boluogo thought to himself that he was waiting for the moment when Morrison came to kill him. The protection and soul-sucking spirit had already been prepared, and Morrison would become his supply for the next round of more intense battles.

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The minaret has been reduced to rubble, and a strong stream of light overflows from the gaps, as if a sun is approaching at high speed.

Bologo's rule severely damaged the structure of the fortress. The stone pillars fell down like tree trunks, the stone slabs were torn into pieces, and various sharp objects covered the wreckage.

In the rising storm, Hernan was exhausted running for his life, but the destruction enveloped everything. Hernan soon realized that he had no way to escape. He could only keep jumping to high places to avoid collapse.

The ground swallowed him up.

Hernan grabbed a handful of gravel and activated the power of the one-way arrow. With a roaring explosion, the gravel flew a few meters before completely evaporating. However, the terrifying kinetic energy it carried was still easily destroyed.

He saw the boulder blocking the road in front of him.

With his chest heaving violently, Hernan noticed the passage of ether. Although the power of the one-way arrow was powerful, in addition to its many limitations, it also consumed extremely terrible amounts of ether.

For example, the amount of ammunition Hernan carries is based on his ether consumption. When he throws all the spikes, his ether should be almost consumed.

"What bad luck!"

Hernan complained in a low voice. In previous battles, his spikes were very threatening, but now Bologo turned the table and stopped playing. In this case, Hernan had no spare power to shoot Bologg.

It was even said that without Boluogo taking the initiative to attack, a huge boulder might kill Hernan.

"Crazy move."

Hernan evaluated Burlogo's move in his heart. This action could indeed break the deadlock, but Burlogo undoubtedly put his teammates in danger, and Palmer might have been killed.

The tension eased slightly, and Hernan suddenly found that he had lost control of his body and fell straight into the ruins.

what happened?

Hernan couldn't understand, but soon a heartbreaking pain spread from his ankle, and he saw a flat wound that had cut off his tendons at some point, and blood could not stop flowing out.

After a brief daze, Hernan immediately rolled his body and hid in the corner of the smoke. Enduring the severe pain, he checked his body for any other fatal wounds.

Under the influence of the collapse, the roaring sound of the fall covered up the hum of the flying knives, and the bruises caused by the gravel hitting the body also made Hernan ignore the weak pain at first.

Palmer is not dead, he is hiding around, trying to hunt himself.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Hernan kept cursing, and now he too was being dragged into the trap of slow death.

If he continues to stay here, the boulder will hit Hernan to death sooner or later, allowing him to break out. With his injured ankle, it becomes extremely difficult for him to move, not to mention that Palmer is still hunting.

Hernan soon made a decision. He gripped the spike tightly, and since he was going to die no matter what, he vowed to take Palmer with him.

Holding on to the swaying wall, Hernan stood up with difficulty. He realized that Palmer was good at etheric shielding, and his offensive would not have been so silent without his attack.

"Is this a plan?"

While talking to himself, Hernan felt a sense of fear. He originally thought that Boluogo's violence was just a crazy act, but now it seems that he was acting to cooperate with his partner.

Bologo not only divided the battlefield, but also gave the advantage of the battlefield to their side.

Hernan tried to stay calm, his eyes wandering repeatedly among the raised dust. Both of them were deadly assassins, so both he and Palmer only had one chance to attack. Whoever launched the offensive first would win.

The spirit was highly concentrated and the blood flowed very fast. Suddenly, Hernan realized that the changes in things had become slower. He could clearly see the falling gravel and the trajectory of the smoke, and even noticed from this chaotic change.

A hint of strange behavior.

Smoke and dust suddenly billowed up in one place, and at the same time, a black shadow that resembled a lake quickly emerged.

Hernan almost instinctively wanted to shoot the spike and pierce the black shadow, but at the last moment when he raised his hand, he stopped abruptly.

Thousands of thoughts ran through Hernan's mind.

No matter how fast and deadly the spikes are, when launching, Hernan has a forward swing to apply force to the spikes, so the gap between the frequency of his attacks is Hernan's dead center.

What if this black shadow was just Palmer's sheep attack? What if his judgment was wrong? Covered in smoke, Hernan didn't know where he hit. What if the blow failed to kill Palmer?

Hernan's mind went blank, and then he threw the spike.

The alchemical metal and the air were violently friction, and a series of sonic booms made people's ears ring. Then a fireball cloud was generated along the trajectory, and was pulled into a red line of fire by the high-speed airflow.

The line of fire penetrated the smoke, the smoke and dust spread out, and a speeding boulder was instantly penetrated and shattered.

The roaring ether reaction rose from Hernan's side. Just as he guessed, it was Palmer's sheep attack. At the same time, in the corner of his sight, Hernan could already see the flying arrow.

Among the gravel, a figure approaches at high speed.

Hernan's expression was tense, and then he laughed suddenly.

This is not the first time Hernan has encountered such a dangerous situation, nor is it the first time he has faced an enemy attack at such a close range. Hernan discovered that in high-intensity battles, due to excessive concentration,

Concentrate, many times, people overlook some very simple things.

For example, Hernan has two hands, so he can throw many spikes at once.

Hernan's body fell to one side, and he rotated vigorously along with his body. His other hand grabbed the spikes at his waist, while the other hand that had already grabbed several spikes used all his strength.

The earth threw its spikes in the direction of the rising ether.

Palmer was still too impetuous. He won this round by himself.

Hernan's heart was extremely ecstatic. Even if the smoke and dust enveloped Palmer's body and he couldn't see the specific target, it didn't matter. Multiple spikes were like shotguns, weaving a web of death. Palmer

There is no escape.

The roar of the furious wind sounded, and the surging air broke through the smoke and dust, revealing Palmer. The dense line of fire was advancing towards him at high speed from all directions, but Palmer actually had no intention of avoiding it.

Palmer stood there and kept throwing the knife.

The next moment, under Hernan's disbelieving eyes, all the red lines passed by the outline of Palmer's body accurately, and they failed to even scratch.

"How can it be!"

Hernan felt as if he had seen a ghost. He knew the existence of luck, but he had never thought that someone could be so lucky. It was as if the goddess of luck kissed his cheek, and all the arrows aimed at him would be deflected.

After the blood line bloomed along his neck, Hernan's anger suddenly stopped. He held the blood gurgling from his throat and looked at Palmer with wide eyes. Then the boulder fell, smashing his figure into the

into the ruins below.

Palmer stood there with a blank look on his face, but huge waves were rising in his heart at this moment, and the long-awaited fear scratched his heart.

There was a dull pain on the surface of the skin. Palmer rubbed his numb cheek, and then raised his wrist.

On the twelve-sided dice, the gem on the side with the number ten was completely dimmed.

Palmer murmured to himself, "Huh...is this a big success?"
To be continued...