Endless Debt.

Chapter 761 Tools [Thanks to the lord of the Pork Pork Demon King for adding more]

Burrog took a deep breath. According to his past habits, after getting a new weapon, he would find a few unlucky ghosts to test the strength of the weapon and increase their control over each other.

But this incident is too urgent and important, and Burlogo can only slightly break the quality of experts, turning this serious operation into his own weapon actual combat.

The effect is very good.

The saw ax has a strange attraction. Any flesh and blood injured by it will be poured into the ax blade, making its blood-stained surface even more stinky and dirty.

Bloodthirsty whispers came from the hand axe, and Bologo vaguely heard a drum-like heartbeat, and this heartbeat sound was gradually consistent with Bologo's heartbeat frequency. Being affected by it in the past, the whole body is extremely hot.

"What the hell are you?" Burrog asked curiously in his heart.

Raising the hand axe, with enough blood sacrificed, the dense serrations on the blade of the axe became clear, they were like the fangs of monsters, biting each other.

When fighting against the Wordless Man, Bologo originally wanted to use his bite to cut through the armor's defense, and then hit hard with the handaxe, but when the handaxe hit the Wordless Man's armor, the sawtooth axe bit it firmly The armor, accompanied by the sound of metal cutting and the weird chewing sound, unexpectedly shattered the pitch-black armor abruptly.

On the one hand, Bologo was palpitated by the power brought by the sawaxe, on the other hand, he also felt its influence on himself.

Burlogo became less effective.

Just as Palmer thought, Bologo could completely control this area, and even break through the opponent's momentary soul threshold, directly control the blood in their bodies, causing them to break through their flesh.

But Bologo did not do this. Instead, he was like a gladiator fighting to the death, only fighting each other with weapons, and disdain to use other means.

This handaxe is affecting him subtly. In order to make him fight the enemy better, whenever Bologo feels a little tired, it will transmit a force to eliminate Bologo's fatigue and make him at the peak The state, even the physical pain, is also erased by it.

If Bologo does not have enough willpower, under the control of this handaxe, he will undoubtedly become a bloodthirsty maniac, and fall into a bloody battle with the enemy until the power lodged in the handaxe is satisfied, until he is beheaded .

With such a violent power, Bologo couldn't help but guess, which devil gave the blessing to this weapon?

The crime of rage?

Under the control of the strange bird, the densely packed corpses stood up again. These strange creatures did not even let the corpse of the Wordless Man go.

The Wordless One has already noticed Bologo's movements, and he also wanted to come to intercept Bologo himself, but the fourth seat brought the main force of the secret swords and held them back.

The roaring explosions continued, and the high-pitched ether turbulence washed the surrounding area recklessly. Bologo watched one after another boulders collapse and fall from the cliffs, and the buildings on them disappeared into the sea of ​​fog.

The corpses raised their guns. Most of these weapons are alchemy weapons. As long as the weapons are not damaged, some corpses can control them and block the advance of Bologo.

This is indeed a powerful defense method, like a method that the outlaws would come up with, but Bologo still noticed something wrong.

Surrounded by the bureau of order and the king's secret sword, the king's shield guards were doomed, but instead of trying to break through, they stubbornly resisted, as if they were delaying time.

Bologo thought of something, charged forward decisively, and rushed into the enemy group.

The hand ax slashed forward, embedded in the soldier's shoulder, and sank into the chest. He was already dead, but under the control of the strange bird, the corpse was still fighting.

The strange bird roared desperately, trying to tear off Burrogo's handaxe, and the resentful bite swept over immediately, tearing the abdomen of the corpse immediately, and blood splashed all over the ground.

The strange bird screamed terribly, the sword and ax tore the corpse into a blood mist, and then its screams stopped abruptly.

The battle became more and more violent and frenzied, and Burrog's sword and ax kept slashing across the flesh, stirring up streams of hot blood.

The sound of the wind brought by each wave will make people feel creepy.

Palmer yelled at Burrog, but Burrog couldn't hear what he was shouting, and saw only this constant stream of enemies.

At this time, the secretion of adrenaline caused a frenzied and crazy pleasure in Burrogo's body. This kind of pleasure cannot be described in words. The nerves seemed to be washed away by the sick pleasure, the breathing became rapid, and the throat kept sending out The dull groan sounded like a wild beast.

"Damn it!" Palmer yelled, "Bologo! Bologo!"

Palmer noticed that something was wrong with Burlogo. They came here to perform a mission, not a massacre, but no matter how he called, Burlogo didn't respond.

As for stepping forward to stop him, to be honest, facing the tyrannical killing, Palmer didn't have the courage to move forward for a while.

Bologo's thinking became chaotic, and he had completely lost awareness of any details around him, as if he existed only for killing.

Scarlet blood trails were printed under Bologo's feet. With his own strength, he killed the entire enemy group with only his sword and axe. The blood mist filled the air, and even the mist boiled together.

Boluogo's violent state has completely exceeded the normal limit, and his heart has been twisted to the extreme, like a foreign god possessed, drilled into his body, controlling every impulse and every decision he made.

His body was hot and trembling with excitement, as if the whole world was enveloped in blood and death, and only an escalating battle could free his heart.

cheer!

Burrog held the bloody weapon in both hands, and the smell of death and blood came from his fingertips continuously. This pleasure was like a barren wind, sweeping across the battlefield crazily. The blood flowed through every cell of the body, like the liberation of a tyrannical mind.

"wrong……"

Bologo spoke suddenly, and the high-speed swinging sword and ax suddenly stopped, hanging in mid-air.

In the bloody mist, Bologo, who was still berserk just now, suddenly stopped. With his abnormal behavior, even the strange birds stopped attacking for a while.

Although they are hateful alchemy creatures, their only biological instinct still reminds their opponents of their fearfulness.

"Are you talking to me?" Bologo looked around at the stumped body, and then put the sawaxe in front of him, "Are you trying to dominate me?"

In the inadvertent moment of the battle, the power of the Sawaxe had invaded Bologo's mind. It made Bologo invincible, and what Bologo needed to deliver to it was only blood and death.

The drum-like resonance of the heartbeat is still going on.

Burrog took a deep breath, and in the next second, Resentment Bite swiftly slashed across the handaxe, and at the same time, Burrog's secret energy began to expand.

Cyan light trails spread all over the hand axe, and it was completely under Burrog's force, and then the resentful bite cut through the ax blade, leaving a scar-like sword mark on the mottled metal surface.

Burrog said to himself, pointing to the hatchet, "I don't dislike bloodthirsty killing, but only if we can separate work and leisure."

"do you understand what I mean?"

As Bologo said, the radiance of the alchemy matrix covered his arms, the aether boost was added to the resentful bite, and the pitch-black sword tip rested lightly on the ax blade.

In response to Burlogo, wave after wave of mental shock.

Burrog saw many visions, and countless sane and sane minds fell into tyrannical domination and sank into madness.

Their psychological changes are directly reflected in Bologo's heart, with suspicious and violent desires. Under the influence of the sawaxe, their souls are slowly dominated and controlled by the indescribable devil.

Thinking becomes chaotic, conflicts, worries and fears are constantly intertwined in the mind.

Burrog saw that those who were dominated began to inflict fear and abuse on all life around them, and began to ruthlessly kill and ravage innocent people.

The minds of mortals began to become diseased. They liked to look at those terrified expressions and enjoyed their pain and fear. With more and more distorted desires, their sad minds continued to explore the deeper depths of the darkness, looking for the source of that power.

Until the soul is defiled, transformed, devoured.

Bologo's eyes became blurred, and after a while, his eyes became clear again. He asked, "Is that all?"

The inexplicable roar echoed in Bologo's mind, and Bologo laughed contemptuously, biting down slowly, leaving a deepening scar on the hand axe again.

"I repeat, you are just a tool."

Bologo instinctively activated the terrifying face, and his temperament changed instantly, turning into an evil spirit from the night.

"I don't mind maintaining weapons with blood, but the premise is that you can complete the task efficiently.

Do you understand it? "

I didn't look at the backstage much recently, so I noticed that there is a leader, sorry.