Endless Debt.

It has been a long time since Bologo felt this way. His joints seemed to be sealed by iron nails, and his muscles seemed to be frozen. broke the dead silence.

Looking around, the mountains above the head are cracked, and the shadows are also divided into boundaries. The gray and white ground is covered with the same gray and white sculptures. They are piled up like corpses.

"This... what is this?"

Burrog asked in a low voice, but no one answered him in the void.

He knew that the gray and white corpses here were not born out of thin air, nor did they come from a silly prank by the astronauts. In this hypocrisy, they must have their meaning of existence, and this meaning of existence is also to a great extent Closely related to the burrog itself.

So what is my connection to them?

Burrog couldn't figure it out, couldn't think of it at all.

Stiff body moved with difficulty, Bologo slowly took steps, first staggered slowly, then ran in a panic, Bologo threw himself next to a fallen gray corpse, and carefully examined its composition .

The fist was smashed hard, and the front of the fist was scratched, revealing the gleam of ether. At the same time, under Burogo's fist, the gray-white corpse was torn apart like a stone, and the fine dust like lime was all over the fractured surface.

Bologo stared at the broken face, a gust of wind blew by, and the overflowing dust was dragged by the airflow, covering the gray ground evenly. Amidst a burst of crackling sounds, the corpse under Bologo was actually so broken , Weathered, dissipated without a trace.

With trembling eyes, Bologo stared at his dusty hands, and then looked at the vast gray and white wilderness, the countless weathered and corroded wreckage, a twisted and crazy idea grew in Bologo's mind.

"What have you done to me? Leviathan."

Borrog muttered to himself.

The dense thoughts were like an overloaded machine. In the blink of an eye, one guess after another was thrown out of Burogo's mind, and then they were overturned one by one.

At this time, Bologo was about to forget what his purpose was in the void, and only the mass grave at the bottom of the crater was left in his consciousness.

Between nothingness, countless craters, gray and white earth... All these seem to be related to Bologo. It is also at this moment that the iron law once believed by Bologo is shaken again, and Bologo asks himself in his heart with.

"What the hell am I?"

Burrog couldn't figure it out, and he continued to ask, "What is my immortal body?"

Gift · Axis of Time Tracing.

This is a judgment report from the Bureau of Order, but this report is only limited to the situation of Bologo's material world. Although the void is also in the material world, this is the land of the devil, and it is a part of Bologo's resurrection. Obviously, Bologo only understands part of his immortality, and the other part of the mystery is hidden here.

Suppressing his restless heart, Bologo walked towards the depths of the shadows, the more he stepped forward, the more corpses he could see, and most of the corpses were already dilapidated, only the ones that had been eroded by the wind A vague and rough outline remains.

I don't know how long it took. Bologo cut across the bottom of the crater little by little, and reached the towering slope from the other side. His mood has stabilized a lot, but once he recalled what he just saw , Burlogo still felt an inexplicable palpitation.

It seems that in the blind spot of my memory, I have died thousands of times in nothingness, leaving behind tons of gray and white corpses.

Bologo suddenly thought, "Yes, I have died many times in the void... Every time I am resurrected, this is the only way I must pass."

"It's just...it's just that I don't remember."

Bologo holds his head in both hands. As a conscious body, he has been separated from his body and cannot use the secret energy, but the protection may be activated. The power of the devil always has a certain priority, and Bologo decisively activates the protection. Protect · Suck the soul and usurp the soul.

But there was nothing around that Burlogo could usurp.

Burrog didn't need to usurp any power, all he needed was the power of the devil, or rather, the curse of power.

"Remember quickly, remember quickly."

Bologo whispered repeatedly as if in a daze, and at the same time kept asking for the power of protection, even though there was nowhere to release this power.

The whisper stopped suddenly, as if someone had grabbed Bologo's throat, and then Bologo's body seemed to be torn by an invisible force, spasming non-stop.

Bologo's finger bones suddenly became crooked and deformed, but looking at it again, it was just an illusion, but then Bologo felt that his body was slowly deforming, and his limbs were twisted into tentacles of smoky air. It is full of sharp thorns, threatening everything around it like a poisonous snake.

"Ha ha……"

Burrog was half-kneeling on the ground, his waist arched, and his hands were deeply buried in the dust, trying to grab something. He opened his mouth wide, as if a huge worm was crawling in his throat.

His eyes began to roll, but the eerie voice didn't stop.

Burlogo forced himself to have only that one voice in his head.

"Remember!"

The humming in my head became louder and louder, as if someone was using an electric drill to press on Burrogo's skull, bit by bit, it pierced through the bones and tore apart the flesh, until suddenly silence fell.

The pictures of the past are fleeting and changing in front of your eyes, just like the film roll of a movie is reversed, and time is reversed.

The wonderful adventure in the ruined area not long ago, the night fight with the regent, the return of Xilin, the blue birds flying across the sky...Bologo used the curse of protection to force himself to make this only choice, to completely Remember everything you've been through.

"I will never forget, I will never forget!"

Bologo's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he kept growling. During the long years in the prison, he repeatedly recalled the years he had experienced. The past days were so clear to him.

At this moment, under the influence of the curse, Bologo was traveling upstream in the long river of time, and at the end of the pictures, Bologo had a glimpse.

That was the promotion ceremony that Bologo participated in when he was promoted to a believer, and it was also in that promotion ceremony that Bologo soberly arrived at the afterlife world and between nothingness. It was also here that Bologo first understood To the presence of astronauts.

That wasn't the first time Burlogo had seen an astronaut.

Bologo recalled that when he became the implantation ceremony of the Sublimator, he had also been in this nothingness. He sat on a bench with someone and watched a certain movie.

It was difficult for Bologo to recall the specific content of the movie, but he still found a name in his broken memory.

Albert Alfredo.

That was the name of the first minister of the Bureau of Order, and also the name of the creator of all. When he learned this name from Mamo, Bologo felt infinitely familiar with this name, but he still couldn't figure out when he heard.

Now Bologo remembered everything. In the movie of the implantation ceremony, at the end of the subtitles, there was a line of text.

"Leading role, Borrogo Lazarus, supporting role, Albert Alfredo."

For a moment, Bologo had a splitting headache, and his whole body collapsed on the slope, his chest heaving violently.

As for the starring role, Burlogo easily accepted it. After all, he was the chosen one of the astronauts and the executor of his conspiracy, but what happened to Albert?

As the first minister of the Bureau of Order, he died long ago...

Bologo's breath stagnated, and he said softly, "He is not dead, and Albert is not dead."

According to the report of the Bureau of Order, he was discovered after the fall of the holy city, and then was taken in by the Bureau of Order. At that time, the Bureau of Order had just been established, and the first minister Albert did not die, but was in charge of power.

In other words, it was Albert who took him in, so he must be aware of his existence. Even when he was released from prison, the head of the Department of Order had been replaced for several generations, and Albert had already disappeared into history.

But he never really died.

"Everyone... oh my god..."

Bologo felt chills all over his body. For so many years, Bologo had always thought that the astronaut was a sinister planner hiding in the dark, but at this time Bologo realized belatedly that in fact, there are also human beings. A schemer not inferior to an astronaut.

Albert is dead, Albert is still alive, he lives among the crowd, even though it is a copy of his consciousness, he still faithfully executes his orders during his lifetime.

There are a pair of eyes looking at me all the time, not only the eyes of the astronauts, but also the eyes of Albert. When I first stepped into the bureau of order, when I became a sublimation person, a believer, and a power bearer, Every time I go in and out...

All the time.

The multitude could be anyone who has passed away, and it could be Albert.

Both the many and the only.

Burrogo was about to forget the purpose of his trip, and only one mystery after another was fermenting wantonly in his mind.

"What the hell are you planning?"

The power of the curse gradually receded, and Bologo looked blankly at the broken peaks above his head, and said in a daze.

Silence lasted for a moment, and a familiar voice sounded.

"You won't believe it when it's told, Bologo."

Burrog stood up abruptly, only to see the astronaut standing not far from him, and there was another person beside him, a person covered in scars and bursting into flames.

"Sezon?"

Bologo was stunned for a moment. Although the other party had Saizong's face and appearance, his temperament at this time was completely different from the Saizong familiar to Bologo.

Although he is the champion of fury, Sai Zong's thick hostility is full of rational tranquility, but Sai Zong in front of him is not like this, a strong killing intent that is almost condensed into a solid body is hovering beside him However, what is under the anger is not calm, but even more frightening cruelty.

It is like saying that the previous Saizong was a storm, with a terrifying and violent appearance, but unexpectedly peaceful in the eyes of the storm, then the Saizong in front of him is a pure volcano that is about to erupt, and some only have more fiery fireworks.

"Bologo."

Sezon nodded slightly to Bologo, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat had been scorched by flames.

"You shouldn't be here now, Bologo," the astronaut continued. "You should go."

"Say!"

Burrog said sharply, "Tell me, and I'll tell if I believe it or not."

Bologo continued to press, he didn't know whether he would remember these experiences after he left, but he had to seize every opportunity and never let go.

"What is your purpose? Leviathan."

Burrog shouted loudly, Leviathan gathered too much power in places he couldn't see, this was no longer an imminent storm, but a tsunami powerful enough to engulf the continent.

Leviathan thought for a while, and said with a slight smile in his voice.

"For love and peace."

love and peace.

This is the answer again, and Bologo has heard similar answers too many times. Hearing these from Leviathan's mouth, he only thinks it is ridiculous.

"Are you serious?"

Bologo asked again. He had asked similar questions many times. He knew the answer, but Bologo still wanted to confirm it again.

Leviathan waved his hand and said, "You know me, Bologo, I may play some tricks, but I never lie."

Burrog's expression froze, and then he laughed unscrupulously. After a moment of pause, Leviathan also laughed, and then he snapped his fingers.

"You should go."

The familiar sense of detachment reappeared, and Bologo could feel his consciousness being peeled off constantly. He tried to resist, but was unable to resist.

The field of vision gradually fell into darkness, and Bologo fell down heavily, as if fading, his blood-colored skin turned gray, without the slightest activity, as cold as iron stone.

Sai Zong looked at this scene, and then looked at the countless corpses around him. He thought of the banshee in the myth, whose gaze could turn a living person into petrification.

"What are these?" Sai Zong asked curiously.

"cost."

Leviathan replied, "You have been in charge of the Undead Club for so long, and you should also understand that there is no perfect undead body in the world."

"Bologo thinks that his undead body is perfect enough, but in fact, somewhere he doesn't know, someone is paying the price for him." Leviathan glanced at the gray corpses and sighed.

Sai Zong withdrew his gaze from the surrounding corpses, and then asked, "Where are they?"

"The All-Seeing Eye," Leviathan reminded, "By the way, remember what I told you?"

"Fraud, deceive them, our purpose is to continue the new world plan and develop a new ranch," Sai Zong's eyes were full of murderous intent, "but the ranch in the new world does not need seven ranchers."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Leviathan agreed, and he was about to take Saizong out of here to meet other blood relatives at the All-Seeing Eye, but Saizong still stood where he was, staring at him blankly.

"what happened?"

"Somewhat curious."

"Curious what?"

"I'm curious why you dare to do this," Sai Zong didn't understand. "The things you confessed to me, those secrets... If you can't convince me, do you know what it means?"

"Of course I know. You don't need to do it yourself. As long as you tell other blood relatives my secret, they will put aside all conflicts and interests and find a way to kill me first."

Leviathan analyzed it, and said flatly, "Facing their united strength, I am doomed and have no chance of winning."

"Yeah, but it's so easy for you to tell me . . . there's no deep trust between us, and I don't think you're a lunatic or an idiot," Saizon said, "but I just can't figure it out, Why would you make such a decision so recklessly, it is simply unreasonable."

"It's nothing unreasonable, it's just my own bad taste."

Leviathan replied with a smile, "I like to gamble, Sezon. I like to bet all my chips on fragile human nature."

"Are you betting on my humanity?" Sai Zong felt that this was like a big joke, and he couldn't believe it. "To bet on the humanity of a chosen one, or even a devil?"

Leviathan was ecstatic, "Yes, don't you think that if you win such a bet, you will feel more fulfilled and exciting?"

Sai Zong hesitated. Facing this liar who was full of lies, he didn't know whether Leviathan was telling the truth or a lie... Maybe it was true, but the underlying meaning might not have anything to do with looking for excitement.

Leviathan asked back at this time, "Then did I win the bet?"

Sejong didn't answer, but stepped forward and said without looking back, "It's time for us to find them."

Looking at his thin back, Leviathan followed unhurriedly, bursts of strange laughter came out from the squirming shadow.