Endless Debt.

Chapter 685 Mission
The king's secret swords, headed by Red Dog, are standing on the edge of the industrial area and watching from a distance. Due to the hatred accumulated in the secret war, Red Dog is not surprised by the arrangement of the Bureau of Order. When the Legion of the Wordless invaded, they There was no reaction, all of this was within his expectations.

The red dog murmured, "Sure enough, they are still alive in the second seat."

During the secret war period, the second faction took the initiative to attack the reclamation room, and launched a tragic secret war. On the surface, the first faction did not send troops, but after the death of Xilin, in the middle of the secret war, the red dog was secretly sent over.

At that time, the mission of the Red Dog was the same as that of the second faction that fought back to the death. They wanted to snatch Xilin's body, to be precise, to obtain Xilin's powerful power to control all things.

With the victory of the Bureau of Order, the red dog thought that the battle for the corpse should be over, but he didn't expect it to continue after so many years.

"What's the use of grabbing it?" Red Dog said to himself, "That's not a power we can control."

Just like Church and Ivan's doubts, Red Dog realized this problem very early on. Under the suppression of the first seat, it was already extremely difficult for the second seat to gather the resources for Xilin to be promoted to the Glory. , How did he develop such a terrifying alchemy matrix?
With external force?The Brotherhood of Truth?That group of fanatical knowledge seekers does have such a business, but if they had such power, the monks of truth would have become the biggest warmongers in the world long ago, so how could they endure the oppression of other forces?
If it's not them, then there's only one answer.

At the thought of such a possibility, Red Dog seemed a little melancholy. He is a seasoned defender, the sixth seat high above, but it doesn't matter if he has many honors, he is still an insignificant pawn on the chessboard.

At this moment, Red Dog only has awe and fear in his heart, as well as the powerlessness and despair of being unable to control his own destiny in this cruel world.

But...but who can control their own destiny?
Red Dog often comforts himself like this, even if the seemingly omnipotent devil is not a prisoner in another sense?

A smile bloomed on the melancholy face. In such a crazy and disorderly world, maintaining a playful attitude is the only relief.

Meaningless.

……

The Shadow King closed the door, and the blocking metal was pieced together to completely seal the entire space. With the double protection of the virtual domain and the blocking metal, Nethaniel was sure that no one would know what happened here.

"The Legion of the Wordless...is it really Mammon's handwriting?"

Nethaniel was not in a hurry to talk about the main topic, and began to make side-effects.

"We speculated before that the characteristics of the Legion of the Wordless are very similar to Mammon. As long as you pay enough commission, they will do anything... What's more, the only devil you can come into contact with is Mammon."

"I hate the devil, but among the devils, mammon is rare and not so offensive."

The Shadow King's words came from the heart. Compared with the devils he had come into contact with, Mammon didn't look like a devil, but a slightly greedy businessman.

Everyone likes a price tag.

He affirmed his connection to Mammon, but without explaining the Legion of the Wordless part, he interrupted, "As for the Legion of the Wordless, they have nothing to do with the conversation."

There is no need for the Shadow King to answer. Nethaniel has already guessed a lot. There are winners and losers in the disputes between devils, but there is always one devil who maintains a neutral position, like a warmonger, crazily amassing money.

"Then back to the point."

Nethaniel sat up straight. In comparison, he was much taller than the crooked Shadow King, like a giant bear.

"What does the servant Wang Dunwei want?"

"Xilin's body."

With the expected answer, Nethaniel continued to ask.

"What about the price?"

There is a price, everything has a price, Shadow King is very aware of this, he was silent for a moment, as if thinking, but also as if recalling, many images flashed before his eyes, he said sonorously.

"The price is that we will fight for you."

"Oh?"

This answer was beyond Nethaniel's expectations, and he became interested.

"continue."

"The King's Secret Sword, the King of Slaughter, and the devil behind them... Scarlet Mistress.

I will declare war on them, on all, to the complete destruction of each other. "

The Shadow King clenched his fists, and his calm heart became furious. Nethaniel could feel the anger that could burn his soul in this emaciated body. Witnessed by the anger, Nethaniel believed that the Shadow King was not lying.

"It's not enough, it's not enough," Nethaniel shook his head, "I've heard too many words about revenge, don't think it can impress me."

"I need something...more practical."

Nethaniel's eyes were lowered, exuding a golden gleam.

"Your time is running out, Shadow King."

After the words fell, both of them noticed the tyrannical etheric fluctuations outside the room, as if a monster was raging in the building. Unknowingly, the temperature in the room gradually rose, and they both felt a little hot.

"You should be aware of the importance of this conversation. In order not to arouse the suspicion of others, I will even deceive my own people. Don't waste this hard-earned time."

Nethaniel looked at the Shadow King playfully, but the Shadow King fell silent, and the two were immersed in a long silence.

"All I can give is war."

The Shadow King took a deep breath, his voice seemed extremely lonely and powerless at this moment.

The current strength of the King's Shield Guards cannot support the Shadow King's ambitions, at least until they get Xilin's body, what they can do is extremely limited.

"Sorry, then I can only refuse you."

Nethaniel felt that he and the Shadow King had nothing to talk about. The value shown by the King's shield guard was not enough to make the Bureau of Order hand over Xilin's body, not to mention that the Bureau of Order could not fully trust the Shadow King. To some extent, they are still hostile.

"There's still a lot of time, do you want to talk about something else?" Nethaniel glanced at his watch and roughly sensed the external situation, "I'm very interested in your experience over the years...Second seat .”

From this moment, Nethaniel called the King of Shadows with the second seat.

"I still remember the time of the Secret War, when you and I fought each other. After so many years, I have never met an opponent like you again."

Nethaniel showed nostalgia, and this secret negotiation turned into a reminiscence.

"I didn't expect you to become like this... Is it because of Xilin?"

The second seat raised his head, and the darkness under the mask looked at Nethaniel. At this time, Nethaniel continued, "From the information we have obtained, after the bloody night, you have been raising and educating Xilin, You are like his father and teacher, and he is like your own child and best disciple to you."

"For you, Xilin's body must have a very important meaning, right?"

Nethaniel used words as a sharp sword to cut the second seat.

"This is not only a corpse with powerful power, but also your child's... corpse."

The second seat was silent.

Nethaniel let out a piercing laugh, and apologized again and again, "Please forgive me for being mean, after all, there is still a blood feud between you and me, so let me vent it."

"Then second seat, we might be able to do another deal."

"what?"

Nethaniel said calmly.

"I want to know what happened inside the Pillar of Kingship during the bloody night."

The second seat shook his head and refused decisively.

"I won't say it."

"why?"

"This is the mission."

"Who gave you the mission."

The second seat fell silent again, unwilling to answer this question, and Nethaniel stood up slowly. The next second, Nethaniel's aura became dangerous. He did not emit any ether fluctuations, but the first The second seat was acutely aware that at this moment Nethaniel had become some kind of extremely terrifying existence.

The power of glory.

Without any warning, Nethaniel's pupils burned, silently obliterating the wooden table separating the two into fine dust.

Nethaniel came to the front of the second seat, put his hands on his shoulders lightly, condescending.

"Old friend, old rival..."

Nethaniel's eyes were cold and terrifying, he raised his hand to grab the silver mask, and gently lifted it off.

(End of this chapter)