Bologg rarely carries out rescue operations. It's not that Bologg doesn't like rescuing people, it's just that he simply feels that he is not naturally suited to this type of action.

The greatest advantage of the undead is the opportunity for trial and error brought by the immortal body. For this reason, Boluogo often goes deep into those extremely dangerous battlefields. In a tense atmosphere, Boluogo often has no energy to take care of the people around him, let alone in the dangerous atmosphere.

Protect these unarmed ordinary people in successive fierce battles.

There was no way, he was already in this kind of environment. Boluogo couldn't act cool and leave in despair, or he couldn't care less about the life and death of these people, and directly controlled the area on a large scale, causing the river to flood the place.

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

"Olivia, I leave this to you!"

Borogo crossed the bunker, made a quick and fatal charge, and pierced the throat of a Night Tribe with a sword. The ether penetrated along the wound and easily tore his body into a ball of blood mist.

The blood purity of the Night Clan that Boluogo has encountered so far is not high, and their immortality is much weaker. A powerful enough attack that completely crushes their limbs can kill them.

Olivia quickly followed. Olivia had been living with guilt all this time. She once lived like an ascetic monk to atone for sins, saving the disabled and stopping plans to disobey the royal court. Olivia felt that

Overjoyed, as if she could make up for her mistakes, she never refused.

The shadow quickly swelled, like a huge mouth of an abyss opening from the ground, dragging the disabled people into the shadow together with their horrified cries.

The bulging shadow collapsed, leaving a huge, ever-changing shadow on the ground. It could not be cut by swords, nor could water or fire damage it. It was like reducing the dimension from a three-dimensional existence to two dimensions. Before the ether was exhausted,

Completely independent from the battlefield.

Boluogo didn't expect that Olivia's shadow could protect such a large population. If Olivia was used as a transport unit, would she be able to transport a condensation unit silently like a few people did when they infiltrated?

What about the Chinese troops?

Obviously, Boluogo thought too much. After swallowing a large number of mutilated people, the speed of the shadow's actions slowed down, or even completely froze in place. As the number of people swallowed increased, the pressure on Olivia increased.

It has also increased by multiples. Now let alone moving the crowd, just maintaining the protection of the shadow has consumed all of Olivia's concentration.

Fortunately, the shadow temporarily removed the mutilated men at the dock from the battlefield, which allowed Boluogo to act more boldly.

"Set the ship! Set the ship!"

The Night Tribes watched Bologg attack and felt the terrifying power of the defenders. They kept screaming, pushing the lever, the engine roared feebly, and the paddles stirred the water, pushing the cargo ship along the underground.

The river advances.

As early as the establishment of the Hidden Land, the Condensers of the Dominion School made drastic changes to the surrounding geology and created a series of underground rivers hidden deep underground. They lead directly to the nearby sea area and quietly

transporting strategic resources.

In this way, the disabled were sent away one after another, and were kept in captivity as blood people by the disobedient royal court.

The cargo ship started to move. It separated from the turbulent water and ran towards the dark depths. But just when it was about to leave the dock, it suddenly stopped on the spot. No matter how the paddles rotated, it could never move forward even a little bit.

The Night Clan turned around and saw the terrifying figure standing on the pier with eyes like torches.

Boluogo stretched out his hand, as if grabbing the cargo ship from a distance, bringing everything in front of him under his control. For a moment, the river flowed backwards, the cargo ship trembled violently, and the speed of the blades slowed down until it was completely

stagnation.

The Night Clan were stunned for a few seconds, and then shouted, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Someone rushed to the deck, raised a machine gun and fired at Bologo. The dense rain of bullets weaved into an eye-catching line of fire and quickly struck towards Bologo. Just when he was about to make contact with Bologo, a strong gust of wind

Rotating around Bologo, they cannot completely stop the bullets, but they can still deflect their trajectories slightly.

Boluogo was like a god protecting him. The deadly bullets avoided Boluogo and shot at his side. A small number of bullets broke through the gust of wind, but they also slowed down and finally hovered over Boluogo.

In front of Ge.

In addition to the attacks of firearms, secret energy was also released from the deck. The first one to hit Boluogo was the power of the Ethereal School. These guys who are good at manipulating mental illusions always attack silently.

Boluogo felt a heavy hammer hammering on his mind. Due to the large level gap, most of the psychic attacks were blocked by Moment Soul Critical, but Boluogo still felt a dizzy shock.

There were overlapping shadows in the picture, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

The Night Tribes of the Ascension School looked at Boluogo warily. Although they were good at close combat, Boluogo was better at this than they were. Getting off the ship now would undoubtedly lead to death.

Just when they were hesitating, the Night Clan of the Illusion School created ice, thunder, lightning, and fire out of thin air. These most basic elemental powers condensed and stirred in the air, containing the power of destruction.

They held their breath and gathered strength, and when they were about to inflict divine punishment on Boluogo, Boluogo suddenly clenched his fist fiercely, as if he had completely grasped something insubstantial.

In an instant, the vibrations of the cargo ship further intensified, and a series of wailing screams rang out from the hull. The hull began to tilt, and the deck lifted and shattered inch by inch. The hull also appeared out of thin air as if it had been hit by an invisible heavy fist.

Several huge dents.

Just when the Night Clan were 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 discovered that the entire cargo ship had been destroyed.

He was forcibly lifted up from the river and suspended in mid-air.

Boluogo clenched his fists, and his control force tightly grasped the cargo ship. It lost its buoyancy on the water surface, and the ship's hull could not support its huge weight. It continued to crack, as if it would disintegrate in mid-air in the next second.

After a shuddering roar, the entire cargo ship was thrown onto the pier. The heavy hull rubbed against the ground, setting off a series of dazzling sparks, like an earthquake, and the people inside the ship were knocked dizzy.

The Night Clan stood up with difficulty, and had no time to lament Bologo's brutal behavior, because Bologg had already raised his sword and strode towards them.

despair.

At this time, there is only despair in their hearts. Among them, the only high-level condenser among them is just a person with power. If the cargo ship can successfully sail away, they still have the possibility of survival, but now they face

They had no hope at all against the approaching Bologg.

"Where's Joe...where's Joes!" Youye clan shouted in horror, "Where has he gone?"

Jos was their leader and the only defender. He should have carried out this operation personally, escorting these disabled people back to the Disobedient Court, but he suddenly disappeared, leaving only these people to deal with the follow-up.

matters.

Scarlet eyes swept across the blank faces. They didn't know where Joes had gone. They didn't even know what happened in the Hidden Land.

Although it has a cooperative relationship with the Hidden Land, the Hidden Land is still wary of disobedience to the Royal Court. Apart from the exchange of interests, there is no more connection between the two... It is this vigilance that the Order Bureau has not discovered until now.

The evil actions of the mysterious group.

There was a whistling wind next to their ears, and the Night Clan realized the danger was coming, but it was too late.

"careful!"

He only had time to shout out such a sentence, and then the cold blade penetrated his chest, turning with resentment and shattering his heart.

At this moment, Ye Clan was not dead yet. He tried to pull out the dagger from his waist and fight back, but soon he found that his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

The sound of gurgling water echoed in my ears.

Ye 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 surging blood in his body.

Boluogo broke through Moment Soul's critical defense, followed the wounds caused by the resentment bite, and directly controlled the blood in his body. All the blood gathered towards the head of the Night Clan, and traces of blood overflowed from the mouth, nose and ears, like

Like a bursting balloon, the whole head exploded under the high pressure.

The headless corpse fell at Boluogo's feet, but the blood did not fall. They hovered around Boluogo, condensing from liquid to solid, turning into a string of scarlet chains connected between the weapon and the arm.

"What are you still waiting for! Attack!"

A Night Tribe roared, breaking the dead silence. He took the lead, and a series of spiritual shocks acted on Boluogo's mind, causing a faint sting.

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

Boluogo took a deep breath, smelling the lingering blood. He lowered his resentment, raised his saw-axe, and let out his own war cry to all the Night Tribes.

The sound was short, not loud, but like a war horn, it penetrated deeply into the hearts of every Night Clan person. It was like the secret power of the Void Spirit School affected everyone, and an inexplicable fanaticism started from them.

's heart burned.

The irrational killing intent grew and spread. They temporarily forgot about the difference in rank and the bad form, and only the pure bloody battle remained in their minds.

So the Night Tribes also responded to Boluogo's roar, brandishing their swords, and rushed towards him quickly, turning the land boat into a duel field.

"That's right..."

Boluogo murmured in a low voice, whirled a few beautiful sword flowers in his hand, and then threw them violently, piercing the thigh of a Night Clan member.

The blood-made chains were stretched straight, and Boluoge pulled hard, dragging the Night Tribe in front of him. The saw-axe of the Cruel Slayer then struck down, like a heavy hammer, and the staggered saw-toothed ax blades exploded him in one fell swoop.

's head.

Before the corpse fell, sharp blood spears burst out from the body's back one after another. Boluogo kicked off one of the blood spears. The blood spears were spinning in mid-air. Boluogo hit

The flying kick hit the end, and the blood spear was fired out like a cannonball, stabbing the arm of another Night Tribe to pieces.

"Next!"

In Boluogo's extremely arrogant shouting, the howling wind gathered up like a drill, penetrating the side of the ship's hull, and a slightly embarrassed figure collided back and forth in the cabin, after crashing through an unknown number of partitions.

, he slowly stopped.

Palmer suppressed the feeling of dizziness and nausea. Before he could reach his sight, the invisible bird had already surveyed the surrounding environment, and the panic and whine 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 clung to 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.
To be continued...