Endless Debt.

Chapter 818 The Day of Liberation
Bologo has encountered many powerful enemies, and among them, this giant-hating monster is undoubtedly the most special one.

Other enemies have their own ideas, their own standpoints and obsessions, even if they are opposing enemies, sometimes Bologo can understand their thoughts.

But the evil in this world is different, it has no self-thought, and has no position at all. Compared with debtors and chosen ones, Bologo thinks that this monster can be regarded as the real spokesperson of the devil.

Without any distracting thoughts, it is so pure, born entirely for one's own desires, and is the absolute entity of the concept of the sin of gluttony.

To devour, and to devour.

Whether it is rock, flesh, or even ether, everything that can be used to satisfy its insatiable hunger will become its belly, and it cares about nothing else.

"a machine."

Thurley once commented on the existence of evil in this world, "You can completely regard it as a machine written with the 'swallow' command. Its sole purpose of existence is to execute the command of swallowing until it perishes."

At this time, a monster as pure as evil is so difficult that even the Bureau of Order has a headache when dealing with it, but now, according to Aimu's narration, it seems that there are more than one such monster.

"That is to say, is there a possibility that there are six more monsters like this?" Bologo's face became heavy when he heard that.

Amyu whispered, "The seven-headed devils correspond to the seven major crimes, the seven major protections, and... the seven evils that can destroy the world."

The two fell silent at the same time, this world is always crueler than expected, like a black fairy tale.

"But in the current record, there is only one end." Burlogo said.

"It may be that other evils in this world have died, or have not yet been born."

Amy expressed his thoughts, "After all, they are fallen from the glorious ones. You must know that the glorious ones are rare, let alone those who are willing to sacrifice their entire souls, and...the evil in this world does not seem to be immortal."

"Do you still remember what happened to us back then?" Amyu asked, "The power of evil in this world is like the protection power of the devil, but their protection is much more extreme."

Boluoge nodded. When he encountered the evils of this world in the abandoned land, judging from the power it displayed, it was completely an extreme protection and bloodthirsty healing. All ingestible substances would make it heal itself at a high speed , and even immortality, it was only by virtue of this power that it reached parity with Guangzhuo's burning.

"Perhaps in the previous world, there were many evils in this world, but they were all killed."

Listening to Amyu's words, Burlogo couldn't help but said, "Either he has not been born yet, or he has already died?"

"Do you think the world has become worse?" Amy smiled.

Burrog shook his head, "I think it's okay. In my opinion, the world itself is already terrible. It doesn't matter if it is worse, it's nothing more than a few more cuts."

"You are really optimistic."

"Major worries don't change anything, so it's better to be optimistic," Burlogo said. "People need some good memories to ward off the bad days."

"It sounds like you're experienced in this part."

"Of course," said Burrowgo, without further ado, "but who wants to experience something bad when it's okay."

Burlog and Amy started wandering around Greystone Town. Now the umbilical cord is like a disturbed radar. Burlog can only use his feet to measure the size of Greystone Town and try his luck in every corner and alley. , to see if the incident can progress.

"However...if our enemy is really the Scarlet Sect, and their purpose is to liberate the evils of this world," Burrog said slightly troubled, "what's the point? That monster has no mind at all , it will simply devour each other without distinction."

"Are you trying to figure out what a group of cultists are thinking?" Amy dismissed Burlog's conjecture, "You are thinking too much, like a control freak."

Burrog smiled helplessly. Amy was right. Burrog always wanted to control everything, which made him exhausted.

"The misfortune of this world is like a biological bomb. Once it is detonated, it will trigger a large-scale attack similar to the Decaying Plague event, which will bring pressure to the Bureau of Order...Maybe this is what they want." Amyu continued. , "Don't you think the current situation is gradually becoming clearer?"

"Tell me," said Burlogo, "I'm a little too attached, and I can't see clearly."

"It's just standing in line," said Amy. "One by one our enemies surface, and we just have to knock them down!"

Amy said and shook his fist.

Bologo felt that what Amyau said was somewhat reasonable. The Zongge Band, which had been an enemy of Burlogo before, had disappeared for a long time, and there was no trace of the Wubin Poetry Society. They seemed to want to avoid trouble for the Order Bureau. Completely disappeared from sight, and the remaining enemies, they became more and more active, as if the war was close at hand.

With a long sigh, Bolog moved his body and entered the working state. At this time, Amy asked again, "Bologo, what are you thinking?"

"My idea? It's work," Burrog said. "Fix these troublesome guys and restore order."

"No, no, I don't mean this, but your own thoughts." Amyu emphasized.

"That's what I think."

"really?"

Amyu showed doubts in her eyes, and she said softly, "Is this really your own idea, rather than a normal job?"

"Why do you think so," said Burlogo, "as if in your mouth I am a tool without a will of my own."

"It's because you are so dedicated!" Amy patted Burlogo's shoulder vigorously, "And you are full of pragmatism!"

Amyu taught Burlogo a lesson, "I've wanted to say for a long time, do these... these, these, really come from your own will? Rather than being influenced by something."

She raised one example after another, "You are indeed like a narcissistic savior, but most of the time, you are just taking on one job after another to kill the enemy... You seem to regard yourself as Made a tool to obey the orders and desires imposed on you by others."

Burrog fell silent, carefully recalling his life since he was released from prison. It seems that, as Amyu said, Burrog is like a perfect sword, but he is always wielded by others, and he is surrounded by the huge order bureau. Waving with the decision room.

This is a job, Bologo often thinks like this, because of the same interests and positions, Bologo has never had any complaints, or even the slightest feeling of strangeness, but Amy saw Burlogo's distortion, he Too rational and pragmatic, she even began to doubt that one day after the endless years, Burrog would really become a ruthless tool, only acting for a certain efficient goal.

Just like the evil in this world.

"No, I am not a tool. Even if I am a tool, I am a tool of myself."

After a brief thought, Bologo analyzed his own thoughts and decisions. Seeing that Amy still looked worried and doubtful, Bologo continued.

"It's actually quite simple to judge."

Amy asked, "What is it?"

Burrog took a deep breath and said in a very flat tone.

"When the time axis is out of order, when I went to rescue you, this behavior has nothing to do with my work."

……

The towering cliffs cast huge shadows, and the accumulated fog covered most of the light. It was clearly noon, and Huishi Town still looked gray. The townspeople walked in the streets, their figures blurred like phantoms. The outer periphery is those cracked rocks and collapsed ruins, as if the world has long been destroyed, and this is the only pure land.

Idel withdrew his gaze from the gap in the window, looked into the dark room, and said involuntarily, "I hate this town, it just looks gloomy and lacks vitality."

Idel bit down on the word "life force" deliberately, and the others in the room understood what he meant, and let out a disturbing laugh together, as if they were planning something.

"Are there still no traces of them?" Idel asked.

"We found some traces," replied a voice, "some dried blood and pieces of flesh. It seems that they are all dead."

"Is it someone from the Bureau of Order?" Idel said, "Their response is so fast, have they started to control this place?"

"It doesn't feel like it was done by the Bureau of Order," the voice continued to reply, "With the professionalism of those people, they will evaporate in the true sense of the world without leaving any traces, but this time the traces left are inevitable. Too much, like a novice doing..."

"Deliberately like a trap," said another voice.

Idel frowned, unable to think of an answer for a while, he then looked at another person in the room.

He was wearing a red robe and sitting in the shadow of a corner. Around him, there was a lingering smell of blood in the air, as if someone was injured, bleeding continuously.

"What do you think?" Idel asked.

"No matter what they encountered or what the outcome was, this will not interfere with our original purpose," the man slowly raised his head and took off his red hood. "According to the original plan, to liberate that noble being."

Idel looked at the man's face, his skin had a faint blood color, like a thin layer of red veil, revealing a sense of chaos and wildness.

He has no hair, and black tattoos are engraved on his smooth scalp, like some kind of evil ritual circle, his eyes are as deep as an abyss, and there is an indescribable madness and bloodthirsty inside, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

"Liberated?"

As soon as Idel thought of what he was going to do next and what he was going to face, his heart trembled uncontrollably.

"Are you afraid, Idel."

His sharp eyes fell on Idel's body, cutting off a piece of flesh like a sharp knife.

Idel didn't evade, and said directly, "Scared, of course I'm scared."

"Now we are deep into the enemy's camp, the headquarters of the Bureau of Order, and we have to release... that noble existence," Idel's face was ugly, "I don't think that when it escapes, it will regard us as itself people."

The atmosphere in the room became oppressive, and the man's eyes became more and more terrifying, but Idel didn't show the slightest fear, he saw one face after another, and said loudly.

"Everyone thinks about the same as me!"

Idel continued, "It is said to be a noble existence, but we all know that it is just a monster with absolute desire. When it escapes, it will eat us all."

The man said, "This is a sacrifice for God."

"I've never questioned my beliefs," Idel said, "but I refuse meaningless sacrifices."

"I can control it," the man said.

"Are you sure, Hammer," Idel and Hammer looked at each other, "That is a disaster in this world, and you are just a negative person."

Hammer got up suddenly and strode towards Idel. The bloody aura on his body rushed towards his face, like a monster opened its mouth towards Idel, breathing out the bloody turbid air.

The two were very close, facing each other, Hammer stared into Idel's eyes, and his voice was forced out of his throat.

"Everyone else get out."

People looked at each other and exited the room silently. They knew the conflict between Idel and Hammer early on, and it turned out to be like this, which was expected by everyone.

Hammer whispered, "You just have to do your own thing, Idel, and make enough sacrifices to restore its strength. As for what happens after it gets out of trouble, that's my responsibility. You don't have to worry about it."

"I'm only afraid that your fanaticism for faith will kill me." Idel said nonchalantly.

"Damn it, if you never believed in her existence, why did you join us?" Hammer was furious, "Letting an unbeliever like you stay in the sect is simply a disservice to that lady." insult."

"Hey hey, don't be angry."

Idel stepped back again and again, leaning his back against the wall, and raised his hands high, as if surrendering.

"Haven't we discussed this matter many times?" Idel said, "I joined the Scarlet Sect just to seek eternal life."

Idel shook his head, "I'm a real person, give me immortality, I work for you, it's very simple."

Hammer glared at Idel. In Hammer's eyes, every word he said was blasphemy, but Hammer had nothing to do with Idel. He really needed this cunning and cowardly guy.

"I don't want to become like you fanatics. When my work is over, I will leave immediately."

Hammer suppressed the anger in his heart and calmed himself down. Instead, he walked back to the corner, picked up the carving knife, dipped it in black ink, and continued to carve strange patterns on his skin.

After a long time, Hammer's voice sounded again, "After you finish making the Eternal Rot, get the hell out of here immediately."

Hearing such words, Idel's face was filled with a smile.

"Yes, Bishop Hammer."

　The mental head is very poor, still adjusting...

　
(End of this chapter)