endless debt

Chapter 808
Bologo's head hurts a bit. His original intention today was to ask Seri to see if he could get some useful information from him. Seri resisted and went straight into the room and fell asleep. Got up, followed by Weier and Bode, they talked about some strange things about "breath".

Regarding this part, Bologo was a little confused about the situation, and Saizong's invitation followed closely, like a continuous hammer, chipping away the common sense bit by bit.

The pupil of eternal wrath?The crime of rage?
The information Sai Zong talked about is very simple, just a title, a name, and the attribution of a power, but this simple information, after passing through Bologo's brain, is deduced by him into countless complex possibilities, a single event The development line diverges into countless lines at this moment, like a luxuriant giant tree, every branch and bud is an unknown possibility.

"I would have kept hiding, as I have done in the old days."

Burrog walked into the darkness, Sezon's voice rang in his ears, and then the door closed behind Burrog, and absolute darkness enveloped everything.

"Have I caught your attention?" Burrog asked into the darkness.

"Well, but to be precise, it's your breath."

Breath, breath again.

"Is this related to the Sawaxe?" Bologo didn't understand. "It's just a weird contract."

"It's not just as simple as a contract object."

Sezon's voice sounded directly behind Burrog, very close at hand.

At the same time as the voice sounded, Sai Zong patted Bologo's shoulder lightly. The moment Bologo turned his head, the darkness around him dissipated, and his vision became completely bright.

Sai Zong still had a cold face, wearing that funny doll costume, out of tune with everything around him, but the more he was like this, the more Bologo realized the moodiness and weirdness of devils and undead.

Seeing the surrounding light up, Burlog looked around, he guessed that this should be Sezon's room, but when the scene really came into view, Burlog couldn't help holding his breath.

There is no familiar luxurious decoration, and there is no big bed room that can sleep several people. What Bologo steps on is not a polished marble floor, but a rough gray slab of bricks. The outline of things is reflected, but the darkness in the corner cannot be cleared.

"Is this your room?"

Burrogo breathed, and a faint musty smell came to his nostrils, indicating that this place has been stored for many years. On the high stone wall, some gray stains slowly spread from the top, revealing the ruthlessness of the years devastated.

"An armory?"

While Burlogo questioned, his eyes swept over many objects.

In the middle of the armory is a huge stand, which is forged from metal inlaid with gold. Feathers and additional fittings, they are tended to be clean and shiny, without a trace of rust, only a series of scratches and scars to testify to their glory.

Rows of long cabinets are placed under the stone wall, spears and spearheads are inserted on the shelves, and the light hits the blades. Together, they form an endless spectrum on the gray stone wall.

For a fetishist like Burlogo, this place is heaven for him.

Looking up, there are many swords and guns hanging on the tall walls. These weapons played different roles in different historical periods.

Some swords bear crosses and icons, showing that they were once used to defend faith and churches, and were wielded by knights in great battles, and some guns bear royal coats of arms and orders of knights, attesting to their participation in the vast lands. Various battles across the land, witnessing valor and loyalty.

Burrog murmured, "These are your collections."

"They are not artefacts, but real weapons that have been bloodied in history."

When mentioning these collections, Saizong's mood changed rarely, as if he was proud.

For a moment, Bologo actually temporarily forgot the conversation with Saizong just now, as well as the information about the crime of rage, as if he was tempted, he stretched out his hand and stroked the exhibits one by one.

Then on top of the stacked weapons, Burrog saw the one at the top of the pyramid.

It was not some kind of gorgeous and deadly sword blade, nor was it a spear that could pierce through all armor, but a pile of scattered rough stone artifacts.

A stone hammer made of rough joints of wood and stone, a sharpened stone spearhead, and a sharp-edged stone knife.

The lethality of these extremely primitive weapons is so pitiful that they are not even considered handicrafts, but they are put together on the top of the weapon.

"This is not a storage room for weapons."

As if he could understand what Saizong was thinking, Bologo looked at Saizong suddenly and asked, "The collection here is 'War'."

Sai Zong showed a satisfied smile. For him, such emotional changes are extremely rare.

As if to verify the correctness of Burrogo's conjecture, the light of the candlelight became much brighter, and the originally dark corners became clear.

Bologo saw stone shells and small cannons. They were generally short and hung on the wall with iron hooks tied to the barrel. The line of sight continued to extend, and the space seemed to be distorted. The armory suddenly became endless and dark. As the tide recedes, rows of field artillery, tanks, and bombers are revealed...

"It is said that this is the first weapon ever created by human beings."

Sezon looked up at the rough stone weapons, then lowered his head, and said to Bologo, "The Sawaxe is more than just a contract item. Compared with the overly generalization of the contract item, I prefer it once category names.

Armed with source crime. "

Burrog felt a little tingling in his mind, "I don't understand what you said, Sezon."

"It's okay, I will explain it to you slowly."

As Sai Zong said, he randomly pulled out a sharp sword from the pile of swords, and suddenly said, "Do you know? This sword left a wound on the Night King's body."

"The weapons that can appear here not only represent the evolutionary history of human warfare, but also represent their historical achievements." Burogo whispered.

"Yes, so I really want to collect your weapon, and I will definitely put it in a noble position," Sai Zong shook his head, "It's a pity that you are undead."

Sai Zong snapped his fingers, and the light around him suddenly dimmed. Bologo felt an irresistible force coming, and he pressed him to the ground. Just when he was about to fall, the invisible chair stabilized caught him.

The pale light fell down, illuminating Sezon who was sitting opposite Bologo.

"Each devil represents an original sin, and this original sin will also be the authority they hold. I think you should have a clear understanding of this when facing different blessings."

Burrog nodded, and talked about the secrets of the devil, and Burrog looked forward to the next development.

"These original sins are closely related to human beings themselves, even closely connected, like the reflection in a mirror," Sai Zong continued, "As long as a steady stream of sin karma is produced, the devils themselves will be satisfied, just like plundering souls."

"The devil with different original sins will harvest such sins in a way he is good at." Bologo is very smart, and he immediately thought of all the things he had experienced before.

The wandering fork in the road will expand people's desires infinitely, the Happy Garden will promise ultimate happiness, and the House of the Rising Sun will be full of eternal laziness...

"That's right, but some sins can be wiped out through the restraint of the will, and some sins are difficult to restrain the human heart, such as rage, jealousy, and arrogance. They seem to be inherent, and become the inferior nature of human beings. They don't need to be deliberately harvested, they will flood the world."

Sai Zong said step by step, "But the devil will not be satisfied. Compared with passive harvesting, they prefer active plundering."

Bologo suddenly thought of a sentence, "The history of mankind is the history of war."

Sezon then affirmed, "The crime most aroused by war is rage."

Sai Zong hadn't talked so much about these stories in one breath for many years, let alone telling these secret stories. His mind diverged a little, and he concentrated again.

"Devils hold the power of original sin and are also driven by it. This largely affects their own personalities and preferences. You should have understood this."

Mammon's greed, Belphegor's laziness, Asmodeus's pursuit of sensory stimulation, Leviathan doesn't know what he is jealous of...

"The same is true for the pupil of eternal wrath, but compared to other devils, because of the power of original sin, he is obviously a very difficult person to get along with."

Talking about the Eye of Eternal Wrath, Sai Zong suddenly felt a burst of relief, as if missing an old friend with a bad temper.

"To be precise, this guy can't communicate with people at all, he is in a rage all the time, like a wildfire in the wilderness, wantonly engulfing anyone and anything.

Because of this, the Eye of Eternal Wrath is obviously unable to choose a debtor. The first time he sees a mortal, the original sin of rage will make him tear the soul into pieces. "

Along with Sai Zong's narration, the broken information gradually pieced together in Bologo's mind, and he gradually realized the nature of the Sawaxe and Origin Sin Arms.

The devils are all kinds of strange, weird and grotesque.

"He separated his power into many fragments and poured them into each weapon.

The weapon of the source of crime.

He scattered these original sin weapons into the world. Anyone who gets these weapons will gain the power of the pupil of eternal wrath. They will become infinitely powerful and immortal. , this power will gradually encroach on their sanity until it turns them into pure killing machines.

In order to vent even greater anger, they will set off a series of battles to please the pupil of eternal wrath. "

Sai Zong's voice became softer, "It can be said that anyone armed with original sin can be regarded as the debtor of the Eye of Eternal Wrath. Their killings, battles, and blood sacrifices are all for the soul of the Eye of Eternal Wrath. Sacrifice."

A burning rage flashed through Burrog's mind.

"The sawaxe is also a weapon of origin crime?"

Bologo was amused by this absurd reality, "That is to say, I am still a debtor of the Eye of Eternal Wrath at the same time? There is no blood contract, as long as I kill with that weapon, I can become his believer. His debtor?"

It's really weird, the more he thinks about it, the more Bologo feels something is wrong, obviously the Eye of Eternal Wrath, which started countless wars and feeds on people's rage, actually created the diametrically opposite land of the Undead Club.

There is no endless killing here, but absolute tranquility.

And Sezon, the guy who claims to be the Chosen One of the Eyes of Eternal Wrath, recalling his various funny performances, it is really difficult for Bologo to connect him with this terrifying identity.

Sometimes I really don't understand what the devils are thinking.

"I can't figure it out," Bologo said with a headache, as if he was asking himself, "Sai Zong suddenly talked to me, telling me the truth about the Undead Club and the devil he is loyal to..."

"According to the past, I would kill you, and then get back the original crime weapon, but you are my member and my friend, so I can't do this." Sai Zong's tone was very indifferent, and it was impossible to tell the relationship between the two. friend feeling.

"Kill me?" Bologo didn't understand. "According to the power of the pupil of eternal wrath, you should encourage me to create more killings, right?"

In a short moment just now, Bologo thought about what Sai Zong might say. He hoped that he would pick up this weapon and use the long lifespan of the undead to carry out eternal sacrifices, but now it seems that Sejong instead wanted to stop it all.

peaceful.

The words of the previous conversation flashed in Burrogo's mind, and then he remembered the protection and curses. The protected people are often plagued by curses, and they are in pain.

Bologo once felt that such a curse only happened to the protected person, until the reality was broken, what Irwin had said to Asmodeus, and the information stated in the paper left by Irwin.

Maybe it's not just the protected ones who desire the exact opposite, even the devils.

The angry man has no peace, so he longs for peace.

"Go on, Cyzon." Burrog listened carefully to his words.

"Just as the undead will get tired of the long eternity, the devil will also get tired in this endless hell." Sai Zong omitted the past stories as much as possible, and it seemed that he didn't really want to mention them. Pupils of Wrath have fought together for hundreds and thousands of years, until one day, he calmed down rarely, and told me that he longed for peace."

"Compared to master and servant, I am more like a friend to him. After all, I am his only debtor in the true sense, and I am also the chosen one."

Sai Zong continued, "In order to fulfill his wish and to obtain true peace, he entrusted most of his power to me, and I also created this land to accommodate him and make him sleep forever."

"I don't understand, would the devil be tired of this kind of thing?" Burrog wondered.

Sai Zong took a deep look at Bologo, he wanted to say something, but stopped, and just said to Bologo, "Sooner or later, you will understand."

"Continuing our story, after the Pupil of Eternal Wrath falls into a peaceful sleep, I want to make sure that no one can disturb him. For this reason, the Undead Club is independent from the world, but this is not enough..."

Saizong's voice stopped, and Bologo also guessed the reason at this time, "Those original sin weapons, as long as those weapons are still devouring blood, there will be a steady stream of sacrifices being offered to the pupil of eternal wrath, he There will be no peace."

"Yes, so it took me a long time to recover these original sin weapons. For a while, I regarded it as a qualification for membership registration. Only undead who recovered a handful of original sin weapons were eligible to join Here, of course, in order to bury these secrets forever, no one in the Undead Club will remember anything related to the Armed Forces of Origin Sin."

"When I joined, there was no such requirement."

Sai Zong said, "Because the Undead Club is just a meeting place for you now, and you haven't really retired yet. Besides, most of the original sin armed forces have been successfully recovered."

"But there are still a few left outside, such as my slashing sawaxe." Bologo began to wonder if he could get this weapon because of the ulterior motives of the decision-making room.

"Although I'm very reluctant, but... that is to say, as long as you stop using this weapon to kill, will it be able to appease your master to a great extent and make him fall into a long sleep?" Burogo analyzed, "This can be regarded as a death. The devil is powerless, if you need it, I can give it up."

Burrog is never bound by tools.

Surprisingly, Sejong shook his head at such a proposal.

"A new dispute is coming, Bologo. With the concentration of ether continuing to rise, this may be the last dispute, the catastrophe that engulfs everything."

Sai Zong's voice was extremely heavy, "I have no interest in becoming the king of demons, my only purpose is to keep the peace here."

"But you can't stay out of it," Burrogo said.

"Yes, it's sad," Saizon's tone changed, as if he were the devil himself. "This is our fate, the fate of cowards."

Sai Zong changed his voice, "I need you to do something for me."

"what?"

"I can feel that there are more armed forces of origin sin reappearing in the world. I hope you can help me recover these armed forces of origin crime, so as to avoid disturbing the eternal sleep of the pupil of eternal wrath."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Bologo asked, "Your power should be far greater than mine, and you should know the world better, as well as the conspiracy of the devils."

"I can't do it." Sai Zong's laughter became extremely bitter. "They are all staring at me, wishing to kick me out of the field first, and this will inevitably cause conflicts and lead to the awakening of the pupil of eternal wrath."

"That's why you're back, and you're avoiding the fight," said Burlogo.

Saizon said, "I can pay you enough."

"What can you promise?"

"It depends on what you want?"

(End of this chapter)