Chapter 968 Rescue Operation

What is the most frightening thing for an undead? Blogo guessed, should it be death?

It is precisely because of the fear of death that he paid such a painful price, obtained immortality, endured the loneliness of the years and the inner torture, just to enjoy the little joy of survival.

Coward.

Every undead is a complete coward, but such a coward secretly made such a dagger that can kill himself.

If Blogo is Serre, he will definitely seal this dagger that can threaten him forever after overthrowing the Eternal Night Empire, cast it into pig iron, or throw it into the deep sea, whatever he does, as long as this dagger can never see the light of day again.

But Serre did not do this, instead he gave it to Olivia, and handed over this power that can cross the class and threaten the pure-blooded night clan to his daughter who has always hated him.

Bolog looked at the dagger with a complicated expression, and he couldn't help but whispered, "I can't tell it clearly either."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean to Serre?"

Berogo turned his eyes away from the dagger. This dagger is also extremely lethal to the Condensers, but it can't kill him.

"He gave you a variety of secret powers, allowing you to calmly avoid the pursuit of others, and gave you this cruel dagger, allowing you to have the ability to directly kill your own people... After the Dawn War, you should have no people of your own people. Could it be that he had long thought that you would make such a mistake?"

Berogo walked to Olivia, and the soles of his shoes were stained with the blood of the Night Clan. The blood was not fresh, and the whole had a dark color and a sticky feeling, as if it had been left in the air for a long time.

Olivia did not answer Blogo's question. The word "Sere" has always been a taboo word in her heart, but Blogo could sense a trace of confusion from the scarlet glow in her eyes.

Olivia was also confused about Sere's feelings.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

Palmer opened his eyes and reminded the two. During their conversation, he had been vigilantly scouting around. Olivia had just killed only a few ordinary guards. Judging from the disturbed airflow, dozens or hundreds of enemies were approaching here.

These were just the enemies behind the door. Outside the door, the condensers from the Secret Group were quickly conquering the maze created by Blogo and marching towards here.

Palmer felt that the situation was a little bad. They might be surrounded from front and back.

Blogo was still calm. He continued to ask, "When you hold this dagger, will you be afraid?"

"No, holding it will make me feel very safe."

Olivia gently fiddled with the dagger. The cold blade passed over her skin without leaving any wounds.

"When I hold it, I know that no one can hurt me. If anyone dares to do so, I will cut his throat."

Olivia's voice was firm, with a hint of madness. The long and lonely life has made this girl as hard as steel.

"You are really unlike Serre in this respect." Blogo sighed again.

"What will Serre do?"

Olivia was curious about Serre's story for the first time.

"I guess he must have been terrified when he held this dagger. Maybe his hand holding it was shaking uncontrollably." Blogo commented.

"Why?"

"Afraid, he is afraid, afraid of the dagger in his hand that can kill his blood relatives, but can also kill himself," Blogo taunted, "He is not as brave as you, so he keeps this dagger, which only increases his fear."

Olivia seemed a little surprised. She didn't expect Blogo to evaluate Serre in this way.

"I thought you were friends."

"We are friends," Blogo said, "but that doesn't stop me from complaining about him and laughing at him."

Blogo glanced at Olivia and said viciously, "If Serre could be braver and more responsible, there wouldn't be so many troubles now, and so many people wouldn't have died."

Olivia was speechless and kept silent, and then vented her confusion and anger on the enemies who attacked.

"Palmer, help!"

Blogo raised his sword and moved forward. Although he could judge the enemy's position through ether reaction, Blogo was still not used to this absolute dark vision.

Palmer threw out the storm feathers, which shone with the glow of ether and kept circling in the air, like fireflies flying all over the sky, or like twinkling stars, barely illuminating the darkness.

The first thing that caught Blogo's eyes was the huge space below, which was filled with strictly sealed goods. A rough glance showed that it should be some weapons and supplies.

The light spread to the surroundings, and the rumbling footsteps, the friction and collision of iron chains, and the extremely hungry bloodthirsty sounds came from the nearby corridor.

This was not the first time Blogo faced the Night Clan. He knew very well that something was coming. He climbed over the railing and jumped down.

The hideous bloodthirsty people were like a group of beasts, squeezing each other and roaring out of the narrow corridor. But before they could kill Blogo, Blogo just glanced at them, and the ruthless ether drilled into their bodies like a sharp needle.

Condensation, brewing, detonation!

The explosions sounded one after another, and the bodies of the bloodthirsty ones expanded one after another, bursting into countless fragments and blood mist on the spot.

A few of them stepped on the corpses and bloodstains with difficulty and arrived in front of Blogo. They were about to swing their claws to chop off Blogo's head, but they saw the arc of ether on Blogo's body flash, and the slash was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and it was achieved calmly in a breath.

The bloodthirsty ones passed by Blogo, and they rushed a few meters along the path of the attack, and then stumbled and fell to the ground, their bodies were torn into pieces, the cross-section of the flesh and blood was extremely neat and smooth, and blood gushed out, pushing the bloody atmosphere of the entire space to the extreme.

"These bloodthirsty ones are not armed yet."

Berogo kicked the corpse at his feet away, "They are not wearing armor, nor have they been implanted with alchemy... They look like a group of newly born new products."

In the previous battle in Fengyuan Highlands, Berogo encountered a large number of bloodthirsty ones. They were as crazy as beasts, and like alchemical creatures, they were subsequently armed and strengthened. For high-level condensers, they are not very threatening, but they can bring considerable pressure to low-level condensers. It can even be said that they are enough to break up the lines of low-level condensers when they gather in groups.

But Berogo is no longer the low-level condenser he was before. As a defender, killing these mindless beasts is as easy as beating up street gangs.

Consciousness guides the ether, and the invisible tip of the knife slashes forward along the corridor. Berogo did not see the approaching bloodthirsty ones, but the continuous explosions in the darkness announced their demise.

"Except Olivia, all the Night Tribes are hostile targets."

Berogo reiterated the rules and strode forward. Palmer followed closely behind Berogo, raised his hand and put it on Berogo's shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was using Berogo as a guide stick.

The birds were still flying freely in this underground space, picking up pieces of information and returning to Palmer's side. In his mind, he used the branches of these information to build a nest model that only existed in his mind.

Palmer frowned, sweat precipitated on his forehead, and the outline of the entire underground space became clearer and clearer in his mind. He saw many single rooms like cells, which were arranged together and merged into a huge underground prison.

Many people lived in it, with weak breath, and many people were being moved, moving deeper, and the sound of thousands of breaths became clearer and clearer, until the sound seemed to ring directly beside Palmer's ears.

Palmer heard it and repeated those words in his mind.

"Help...Help..."

"Transfer them...Send them away immediately."

"Get on board, get on board, don't stop."

The fierce words and the sad tone blended together to create a tragic scene. Palmer was not unfamiliar with this. As early as the Decay Plague incident, when he returned to the city, Palmer heard similar cries from the citizens.

Palmer opened his eyes and grabbed Blogo's shoulders hard to stop him from moving forward.

"It's here," Palmer lowered his head and looked at the position where the three people stood, "It's deep underground."

Blogo didn't hesitate at all, and bit into the ground. After a brief pause, a cross crack appeared on the ground. The bricks and stones did not collapse directly to the next layer, but bulged in all directions, piling up high mounds.

This operation was very special. Not only did they have to kill all the enemies, but they also had to do their best to save those poor people. Blogo didn't want his rough breakthrough to lead to the death of a group of innocent people.

Olivia took over Blogo's job. Her fighting was far less efficient than Blogo's. The shadow blade chopped randomly, chopped the approaching bloodthirsty people into pieces, and stained the walls and the ground with hideous bloodstains.

Smelling the condensed blood, Olivia couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. She immersed herself in the sweet feeling for a while, and then woke up, her eyes full of disgust.

As if punishing herself for being addicted to blood, the shadow blade cut Olivia's wrist. Although the wound healed within a few seconds, the clear pain still went straight into her brain, alerting Olivia.

"Let's go."

Blogo looked at the huge cross scar on the ground, and while speaking, he jumped directly to the bottom of the dark pit.

Palmer followed closely as always, but this time his expression was much more solemn. Even though he stopped investigating the surrounding environment, the endless wailing still echoed in his mind, causing a certain impact on his mind.

In a trance, Palmer remembered a story he saw in his childhood, in which a prophet made a wish to the devil, hoping that he could become an existence that knows everything.

The devil did not reject the prophet, but hoped that he could think deeply about it. All power has a price.

The prophet did not hesitate, he stubbornly reiterated his wish. This time the devil no longer persuaded him, but directly gave him the power of omniscience and omnipotence.

In an instant, the prophet knew the past and the future, and understood the meaning of the existence of all things. Those carefully hidden secrets were exposed in front of him without any cover, and everyone's most filthy and unbearable thoughts were also revealed.

He was ecstatic at first, as if a kind of abnormal and perverted pleasure was satisfied, and then there was grief that almost tore his mind apart.

The prophet saw the secret and knew the beauty of the world. Similarly, the grief of hundreds of millions of people from the past and the future also appeared in his mind.

It was such a huge sadness that easily buried the prophet.

At that time, Palmer did not understand the meaning of this story. Now listening to those cries, he understood a little.

The fall lasted for several seconds, and Blogo landed steadily on the ground. The vision was no longer dim, but replaced by dazzling lights. Noisy noises came from all directions, and there was also the sound of rushing water, like a waterfall rushing.

Blogo saw the surroundings clearly. He was in a huge underground cave. It did not look like it was formed naturally. There were traces of excavation everywhere. One could imagine a group of condensers of the Domination School working hard here.

This place has been transformed into an underground port. The dark river is wide and flows from one side, sinking into the darkness. The torrent is continuous. The cargo ship is docked at the shore. A group of night tribesmen with scarlet eyes are urging rows of disabled people who are chained together by shackles, ordering them to board the cargo ship.

They noticed the arrival of Bologo and his men. After a brief moment of daze, someone sounded the alarm. Strong ether reactions rose from the crowd. Some people rushed towards Bologo and others, and some people accelerated the transportation of people.

This time, Bologo did not say hello to anyone else. Under the aether amplification, he crushed the ground with one foot and rushed away like a cannonball.

A night tribe member collided head-on with Bologo. At the moment when their figures crossed, his head was thrown high, and his torso was broken into several pieces, dragging a long blood mist trail, like the tail flame of fireworks.

No one saw how Bologo swung his sword. Everything happened so quickly. When the subsequent night tribesmen reacted, Bologo had already rushed to their eyes.

A member of the Night Clan decisively grabbed the disabled person beside him and tried to use them as a human shield to block Blogo's sword attack, but Blogo just raised his hand, and suddenly, a needle-like tingling sensation spread across the body of the Night Clan.

He felt as if thousands of steel needles pierced his flesh and bones, and his joints were restricted by some force and stiffened together. The whole person stood there like a sculpture, and then he heard the fierce sound of blood flowing from his body, and his heart rate continued to rise until it reached the peak.

Bang——

A dull explosion sounded from the body of the Night Clan, and his chest and abdomen expanded rapidly, bursting into a blood mist all over the sky, and his internal organs rotted into meat mud, splashing all over the ground.

His eyes were full of disbelief, and his chest and abdomen seemed to be hollowed out and quickly shriveled down, and then the whole disabled person fell into a pool of blood, and his flesh rubbed against the ground, with blood as a lubricant, like a wet mop rubbing across the ground.

The blood splashed by the explosion fell on the bodies of the disabled people around them. It was not until the slightly cold blood scratched their skin that they realized what had happened.

There was no fear, no wailing. From beginning to end, they had no words to communicate with Blogo, but they instinctively knew that Blogo was here to save them.

Even though Blogo looked a hundred times more violent than the Night Clan.

Blogo wiped the blood off his face expressionlessly, and said calmly, "I am Blogo Lazarus, the leader of the special operations team of the Order Bureau. According to the regulations, I will give priority to protecting civilian units."

The disabled looked at him dully. After a long period of torture, they had lost the ability to think, let alone distinguish what Blogo said.

Order Bureau? What is that?

Blogo sighed helplessly, and before the attack of other Night Clan arrived, he shouted loudly in words that the disabled people could understand.

"Everyone! I'm here to save you!"

Simple and pure words, like drumsticks, played their dead hearts.

"So... cheer!"

Berogo roared, controlling the ground, and solid rocks rose from the ground to form an arc-shaped shield wall to protect the crowd.

As the howling wind approached, Palmer passed over Berogo's head, and the rapier pierced out at high speed, piercing a series of bodies, leaving a pile of broken limbs and bodies on the ground.