Endless Debt.

Chapter 841 The Devils' Actions
After the carnival, there was only loneliness left in the quiet Undead Club, and Selei sneaked out, and ran to the back of the bar, pouring himself a drink while looking for something to eat to fill his stomach.

For a while Serley has been deliberately hiding himself, and even staggered the time of eating with other people. He has had enough of the disturbances in the world, and he just wants to enjoy this comfortable retirement life.

"It's really endless," Threi complained in a low voice, "It's all been swept into the shadow of history, why not sleep completely?"

What Se Lei was talking about was of course the Night Clan. They had disappeared for nearly a hundred years, but they returned in this era.

"Is the seal of the Land of Eternal Night lifted?"

Threi guessed, but he immediately thought, "Even if it is lifted, how many people are still alive after nearly a hundred years?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Selei dreamed about what happened in the Land of Eternal Night in a haze.

Threi's meditation didn't last long, and he was shattered by cruel and bloody fantasies.

"Eternal Blood Tax..."

Threi whispered, eyes full of dignity, for Threi, this is an extremely ominous word, even now, he is unwilling to face it.

In his disgust, the door of the Undead Club was suddenly opened, and the sound was so loud that Ser Lei was startled, and he ducked down and hid under the bar.

Serley doesn't want to meet anyone now.

Footsteps sounded, it sounded that the other party seemed to be injured, and his steps were a little staggering, followed by thick blood, as if the man had just walked out of the slaughterhouse.

Cerei smelled a familiar smell in the blood, not long ago, the blood of that strange night clan, and...Bologo's.

Selei quickly stood up from under the bar, only to see a dying figure leaning on a sword, standing in front of the bar with difficulty.

Burrog lost an arm, a leg was bent strangely, and half of his body collapsed, as if he had just experienced a fatal car accident.

Under Thurley's gaze, Bologo vomited a lot of blood, which was mixed with minced meat, as if his internal organs were already a mass of mud.

Raising his head with difficulty, a more terrifying face appeared in front of Seri's eyes, and he saw that most of Bologo's cheeks had disappeared, exposing bloody bones, his scalp was torn to pieces, and his jet-black hair was sticking together like maggots on it.

Serley covered his mouth and almost spat it out, while Bologo smiled at Serley strangely, completely lost his strength and consciousness, and fell straight to the ground, spattering out a cloud of blood foam.

"what!"

Cerley froze for a moment, then let out a scream.

……

Since Bologo embarked on the road of sublimation and gradually became stronger, he has rarely died so thoroughly. Until this time, the regent shattered Burlogo's fantasy and told Bologo with his absolute strength. Ge, the gap between them.

"The Glorious One?"

In a gray and white wilderness, Bologo was stunned for a while, imagining that the glorious people are so powerful, so what kind of posture should the legendary crowned person be.

Burlogo couldn't imagine it.

Standing up and patting the dust off his body, Burrog raised his head, and the blue planet hung high above his head.

After admiring it for a while, Bologo withdrew his gaze and asked, "What do you think about the rise of the Night Clan?"

"How can you look at it? It's nothing more than becoming unscrupulous in order to win in the dispute."

A dull voice came from the side, and the astronaut walked towards Borrog slowly with bloated steps, "The Daybreak War damaged him greatly, and the Wrath of the Scorched Earth consumed all his resources. After that, He's been trying to regroup a force for a while, but sadly, times have changed."

The astronaut commented unceremoniously on his blood relatives.

"He is like a wounded giant whale, swallowed up by us bloodthirsty sharks. If it wasn't for the alliance between me and Belphegor that frightened Beelzebub and the others, they would not have allowed him to return. world."

Burrog performed a simple process of elimination and asked directly, "Sin of arrogance?"

The astronaut's voice was full of respect, "Yes, they were the strongest among us."

After going through so much, Bologo felt that he had become suspicious, so he couldn't help asking, "I guess you also designed the Daybreak War?"

Burrog stared at the astronaut's golden mask, "You maintain a distorted balance, and you never allow any one devil to dominate."

Hoarse laughter sounded from under the heavy spacesuit, and the astronaut seemed to have acquiesced to Burlogo's words.

Once the sin of pride became extremely powerful, so the War of Dawn ended his rule, and after that, the astronauts gained the power to end the dispute, so the fall of the holy city destroyed everything for him.

Think about the long history again... The devils had countless opportunities to decide the only winner, but due to various factors, they would rather suffer forever than have someone win.

Bologo suddenly felt that the devil was quite pathetic, struggling feebly in the hot oil.

"The ridge of the mountains, I guess that's the Gate of Origin, right?" Burrog added immediately, "You lied to me, the Gate of Origin was never important."

The Gate of Origin is the place where the original ether descended, but as the ether merged and closely connected with the whole world, Burrogo has realized that closing the Gate of Origin is an impossible task.

Neither devils nor humans can allow extraordinary extinction.

"Not important, but important," said the astronaut, "once it's fully turned on..."

"So, what I need to do is not to close the door of origin, but to control this door, and then control the distance between the ether world and the material world, and find a perfect balance point."

Burrog thought quickly, and the astronaut was very satisfied. For this reason, he continued to ask, "Do you think you have the ability to do it? Balance the two worlds."

"I can't do it, but someone might."

"Who?"

"King Solomon."

The astronaut walked around Bologo. He didn't expect that Bologo would mention King Solomon at this time.

"He's dead," said the astronaut.

"But his legacy lives on."

"Do you think the knowledge he left behind can help you?"

"I don't know, his legacy is like a surprise blind box, who knows what's hidden inside?" Bologo paused, and continued, "But from what you did when the Holy City fell Look, you're terrified of King Solomon...and he may have found a way to defeat you."

The astronaut said, "Is it possible that he discovered some secrets that we deliberately concealed?"

Burrog stared at the astronaut, his own face reflected in the golden mirror, "Are you hinting at me?"

"Arouse my curiosity, let me explore that inheritance, and indirectly achieve a certain purpose of yours?" Burrog clenched his fists involuntarily.

The astronaut didn't respond, but remained silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. He thought for a long time, but couldn't find an answer, and finally said to Burlogo calmly.

"Go on, Bologo."

Burrogo couldn't understand the astronaut's words. At this time, the astronaut took a step forward, stretched out his broad palm, hesitated for a while, Burlogo also stretched out his hand, and held it with the astronaut.

"Once intelligent life lives for too long, will it become neurotic?"

The inexplicable actions of the astronauts reminded Bologo of the regent just now. These people seemed to be very principled, but in fact they felt quite crazy.

Burlog hates crazy people, they are difficult to control, and they will always disrupt Burlog's arrangement of plans.

The astronaut said, "We just live too long, the so-called ethics and morality can no longer restrain us, so we have become whatever we want."

Burlog felt that there was something wrong with the astronaut, far from his usual mysterious state, and Burlog noticed the tiny gaps all over the spacesuit.

This spacesuit seemed to be collapsing, dense cracks opened from under the fabric, and gas escaped from it, making a faint whistling sound.

"I know what I say is unbelievable, but I want you to know, Burrog."

The astronaut let go of Burrogo's hand.

"forward."

In an instant, the familiar sense of detachment reappeared, and Bologo's consciousness began to dissipate. Fleeing from this nothingness, the color on his body gradually faded, as if faded, leaving only gray and white.

Burrog left, but in his place he left a pale corpse, molted like an insect.

Until this moment, Burlogo was truly dead.

Then resurrect.

Humming a long-lasting melody, the astronaut picked up the gray corpse, walked to the side of the crater, and kicked it down. After a short roll, the corpse merged into the mountain of corpses that filled the bottom of the pit.

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

Astronauts salute the endless corpses.

After finishing these things, he walked towards the other end of the nothingness. During the progress, he raised his hand from time to time, looking at the spacesuit that was about to be damaged.

The astronaut complained in a low voice, "I don't have much time left."

This spacesuit is not only a treasure he forged, but also a nearly perfect alchemy weapon, and its function is also very simple, just as a container to completely wrap and hide Leviathan's power.

He had been hidden for so long that his blood relatives were terrified of him.

The astronaut suddenly said, "Asmodeus."

After a short period of silence, a gorgeous figure appeared in front of the astronauts, but compared to usual, this figure was a little distorted and distorted, like an indeterminate image on a TV.

"Are you hurt?" the astronaut asked.

Devils are the embodiment of strength, they will not shed tears, let alone bleed, swords cannot leave any traces on their bodies, and naturally they will not have any injuries at all.

But they will still become weak in the strife.

"My train was attacked by the rebellious court," Asmodeus said, "They destroyed several carriages, and my strength was also damaged."

The astronaut nodded softly, the power of the devil reflected in the material world, all prosperous and all damaged, just like the sin of arrogance quickly became weak after the collapse of the Eternal Night Empire.

"The three of them have united together. Judging from the strength on the scene, we are not their opponents."

Asmodeus commented unceremoniously, "You hide in this nothingness and rarely walk in the world. Belphegor simply hid directly in the reclamation room, and the power he possesses is only a few sporadic people. poet."

The more she talked, the angrier Asmod became. In this alliance, only her Zongge Orchestra has a certain ability to act in the material world.

But her enemies are the king's secret sword and the scarlet rot sect, the gray trade chamber of commerce, and those who rebel against the royal court...not to mention those potential ones.

"Please calm down, my blood relatives, I know that during this period of time, you have contributed a lot," the astronaut excused himself, "I didn't sit back and watch your power consumption, I was also acting."

"You mean, your action is to guide that Borogo Lazarus to dig out King Solomon's legacy?"

Mentioning King Solomon, Asmodeus became a little nervous and angry, "Are you crazy?"

The astronaut smiled twice as if trying to ease the embarrassment.

"No, I'm busy with other things."

"for example?"

"Like wooing the wobbly guy."

The astronaut continued, "I guess Beelzebub is also trying to win him over. He is like the last weight. No matter which side he puts on, he will completely topple the situation."

Asmodeus softly called the name of the crime of rage, "Samuel..."

Mentioning the Pupil of Eternal Wrath, Asmodeus couldn't help showing a little envy in his eyes. Because of the authority he wielded, the Pupil of Eternal Wrath never manages his own power in the material world.

All the fighting and bloodshed in the material world are sacrifices to the pupil of eternal wrath.

Asmodeus only envied her for a moment, and then she came to her senses. All power has a price, and the price of the crime of rage, even Asmodeus, who is also a devil, is a little afraid.

No one wants to live like a wild beast that only knows how to kill.

The astronaut said, "As our struggle gradually intensifies, he will gain more and more power. I must pull him into our camp before Beelzebub and the others."

Asmodeus doubted, "Are you sure you can do it? He has been asleep for so long."

The astronaut was confident, and he responded, "If you can't win him over, then weed him out."

Asmodeus's expression froze, she never thought that the astronaut would say such a thing.

"Don't look at me with that look, this is a dispute, so it's a very normal thing for someone to be out of the dispute, isn't it?"

There was a strange smile in the astronaut's words, and some dark particles overflowed from the open fabric, and penetrated into the depths of the spacesuit along the cracks, all that could be glimpsed was pure black tar, as if it flowed out after the world became sick. Pus.

"My dear blood relative, you need to correct your mentality."

said the astronaut.

"This is a life-and-death dispute."

(End of this chapter)