Endless Debt.

The feeling of traveling through the winding path is not good. The body and consciousness seem to be thrown into the drum washing machine, hit repeatedly, and the blood is surging.

The chaotic field of vision became clear again, and Bologo slammed out of a door out of control. His steps staggered, but he stabbed out the grudge in time, leaned on the blade, and stabilized his posture. Behind him , the opened door also suddenly closed at this time.

Amyu's ether rises and spreads, and the moment just after the winding path is over is undoubtedly the most vulnerable moment for Burogo. Amyu calls for the ether, and ripples appear, vigilantly searching for information around him.

"No etheric response," Amyu reported.

"it is good."

At this time, Boluoge also recovered, and rubbed his stomach vigorously, "I guess we traveled a long distance on a winding path this time, maybe we arrived at the other end from one end of Raymond Gayton."

"why?"

"Because my reaction is more violent."

Burrog covered his mouth as he spoke, resisting the rolling of his stomach.

The winding path shuttle is convenient, but it also has its side effects. For example, once a mistake is made, the fatality rate is almost 100%. What's more, frequent and long-distance winding path shuttles will cause a strong negative state in the body.

Just like motion sickness, Burlogo was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up. You can imagine how far he has traveled.

"Now? Is it better?"

Aimu lifted part of the overlap, and her hand, like a mechanical arm that suddenly appeared, grabbed the potion from Burrogo's waist and directly stuck it on his neck.

Bologo's consciousness immediately came to his senses, even with a certain degree of excitement, his heart was beating violently, and his whole body was hot.

"What did you inject me with?"

"Some potions to help keep you awake."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Speaking of which, except for the soul of silver that supplemented the ether, the other medicines that she carried were all prepared by Aimu, and Burlogo didn't know what she had brought.

"You are an undead, the one who is most suitable for filling up all kinds of potions before the battle," Amyu analyzed, "Anyway, if you overdose, you can stand up."

"If you think I'm an undead, you can just toss around casually, right?"

"It's called profit maximization."

Bologo sighed, and kicked the empty injection that fell on the ground. There was no mark on it, and it looked like a three-no medicine.

"You refined this yourself?" Burlogo asked again. This kind of situation without any markings definitely does not comply with the regulations of the Bureau of Order.

"of course."

"Why does it feel like I'm being a guinea pig for you?"

While complaining, Burlogo observed the surrounding situation.

After continuous unlucky times, it seems that Burlogo finally got lucky once. He seems to have broken into an attic where there are many familiar crystal curtain walls, but this time they are no longer transparent and pure, but full of cracks, and some of them have completely disappeared. It shattered, and gusts of hot breeze poured into the room through the gap.

Above Bologo's head was the familiar sharp dome, and under the dome were many bookshelves, but most of them had collapsed, and dusty books were scattered all over the place.

"Is this the sacred chamber of King Solomon?" asked Burrog.

Legend has it that in the sacred city of Lemongeton, there is a secret room full of books containing forbidden knowledge. The outflow of each book will cause strife in the world, and among them there is a A more noble and sacred book.

Some people say that it is a holy book compiled by King Solomon himself, which contains knowledge beyond this era.

People of later generations have made a lot of speculations about what was written in the holy scriptures, but one of the more convincing points is that it is very likely that the path to becoming the crowned one is recorded there.

"The Holy Code Room? How is it possible?" Amyu lifted the overlap and looked around. "No matter it was the fall of the holy city or the subsequent exploration, the Bureau of Order failed to find the existence of the Holy Code Room. How could it be possible for us to Come across so easily."

Picking up a book, Amyu wiped the dust off it, "However, everyone speculates that the holy scripture room is at the core of Lemon Gaidon."

"The core of Raymond Gayton, the palace of King Solomon." Burrog knew the so-called core, and then whispered its name.

"Golden Palace."

It is said that it was a palace made of gold, in which King Solomon's throne was located, and the mysterious sacristy chamber was under the throne.

During the fall of the Holy City, the soldiers broke through the high walls, rushed into Lemon Gayton, and even surrounded the Golden Palace. Facing countless enemies, King Solomon finally died on his throne.

Brimstone and fire.

When he was dying, King Solomon cursed everyone, and the light was released, turning everyone within the range into pillars of salt, which continued to burn until today.

Also since then, the Golden Palace has been surrounded by Guangzhuo. In order to resist the wanton fireworks, the Bureau of Order threw the disaster on the palace, using the flesh and blood of the infinite resurrection, consuming Guangzhuo's endless simmering anger.

As soon as this was mentioned, Bologo felt pressured, and the light faded away. There was a glimmer of life in that terrible desperate situation. Therefore, the final destination of Bologo's operation was the Golden Palace. This may be the only time he explored the Golden Palace. Chance.

"This should be just an ordinary library," Aimiao raised the books in his hands, "they are all very basic books, and they may be the place for apprentices to study."

Borrog didn't give up, walked among the bookshelves, wiped off the heavy dust, and read the titles on the books.

"Let's look for it first, maybe we can find some orphan copies?"

"Alright alright."

Amy followed Burrog's wishes and walked up and down the bookshelves with her.

Most of the time, Bologo is like a bandit, always holding the idea that thieves will not leave empty space. Even if he can't understand what these books are about, most of the people who can appear in Raymond Gayton are Good stuff, he has to find a way to take it out.

After careful screening, Ai Miao found a few interesting books. Holding the heavy books, she asked, "Can we carry so many things?"

"It's not a big problem, it's really not good, just give up when the time comes."

Bologo waved his hand lightly, and a diamond-shaped shield slid towards Amy. It began to squirm, proliferate, and crack, directly engulfing the books in Amyu's arms, and then it solidified into a suspended cube, quietly following Bologo. side.

"It's... really convenient." Ai Miao praised.

Bologo walked to the gap in the crystal curtain wall, and it was hard to imagine what kind of power could crush this special substance. This was different from smashing a wall. This level of damage was already regarded as damage to Raymond Gai. Dayton itself hurt.

A gust of hot air came from the gap in the crystal curtain wall, and Burrog struggled to poke his head out against the scorching heat.

He saw it.

Dilapidated spiers stand on top of the ruins of the city, and in the core surrounded by them, in the center of the city, there is a huge twisted swollen sarcoma, standing like a mountain of meat.

Bologo guessed that it was originally the location of the Golden Palace, but now it was replaced by this strange thing. The meat mountain was abnormally swollen, like a piece of hot and hot meat, with a disgusting greasy luster, like meat smeared with blood piece.

The blood precipitated and evaporated from the surface, and the rich blood gas diffused, mixed with a disgusting stench.

"This world is evil..."

Bologo was amazed, and then he saw that within that weird and crazy meat mountain, the light was burning like a flame, it tore the darkness, and the strong light illuminated the inside of the flesh and blood, causing it to blaze. A touch of orange-red transparency, like amber stone.

Amber... No, in the mountain of meat, under the light of that light, many internal organ structures became clearly visible, and the blood vessels were densely covered like a spider web. They were like thick roots, twisted and intertwined, and the stacked internal organs were faintly visible , like huge dark spots in the amber one after another.

The infinite radiance under the misfortune of this world is exactly the light that is completely enveloped by it.

The sound of deep and distant breathing came again, and only then did Bologo realize that the many uneven meat bumps on the surface of the meat mountain wriggled violently.

Those are the countless human faces dotted on the mountain of meat. These faces are whining, full of extreme pain, with bloodshot eyes protruding, staring helplessly around, mouths wide open, silently crying out pain and suffering.

Every time that distorted mountain of meat trembles, like the sound of a war drum, the whole city will tremble. It sounds like the inner howling of a giant beast, stirring everyone's nerves and pushing them to an unbearable state. In the panic that endured.

Roshan's heart was beating, it was breathing, and the countless human faces moved accordingly. They opened their mouths uncontrollably because of the pain, like external organs, breathing heavily, but it seemed that they would never be able to fill the lungs. Ministry of hunger and thirst.

The exhaled air streams converged into a terrible hurricane, while tons and tons of ash spewed from its mouth.It was the burnt flesh from inside Roshan.

Ashes all over the sky were thrown high and fell like countless snowflakes, burying the entire city.

"Is that where we're going next?"

Amyu also poked his head over and saw the terrifying mountain of meat.

"Get down!"

Suddenly, Burrog held Amy's head down, hugged her tightly and shrank in a corner on one side. At the same time, the sound of rumbling breathing became louder and louder. The sky was shaking, and the roaring heat wave came from the mountain above the meat. Released in countless faces.

Foehn slapped the buildings along the way, and a bunch of tongues of fire shot out from the gap in the crystal curtain wall, and the swallowed ashes spilled into the room and piled up in the corners.

After tens of seconds, this round of Foehn was over.

Amy stood up in shock, and looked out vigilantly along the gap, only then did she realize that she and Burrog were standing on a towering spire.

"We can try to go out from here and avoid the obstruction of these crystal curtain walls." Amyu suggested.

"But we will also face the power of evil directly," Borrog rejected Amyu's proposal, "Don't forget, how we almost died here last time."

Bad memories emerged, and Amy fell silent. The ashes piled up several meters deep in the city. They looked ordinary, but in the hot ashes, there were countless tentacles lurking, eager for all organic matter that could be devoured. .

Burrog searched briefly again, and found another door at the other end of the room.

"Looks like we'll have to try them one by one, don't you think?" Burrog asked.

"Aside from doing this, is there any other way?" Aimu sighed helplessly, and overlapped with Burlog once again.

"I think King Solomon must have a bad taste," said Burlogo.

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't you think Raymond Guyton is like a maze full of traps?" Burrog said, "If I were him, I would be sitting somewhere, looking at these little thieves who stepped into the maze, betting A bet on who can live longer and go further."

Aimu thought about it, and reminded, "Don't impose your own bad taste on others, okay, what's the difference between this and 'I have a friend'?"

Burrog laughed twice, and after relieving the atmosphere, he pushed open the heavy door. Just as Burlog imagined, behind the door was the same turbid darkness.

"Tell me, what's the situation on the other side of the Greystone Rift?" Bologo murmured, "I don't know if the Bureau of Order has stopped the intruders."

With that, Burrog stepped into the darkness and disappeared.

……

In the light of the fire, everything that York was familiar with was collapsing, thick smoke filled the air, houses were swallowed by flames, bricks and tiles collapsed, and ashes buried them, and the trees had been completely consumed by the fire, leaving only charred trunks Bricks, tiles and shards of glass littered the ground, and the streets were filled with dust and choking smoke, and signs of destruction were everywhere.

The original appearance of Greystone Town is no longer recognizable, only dilapidated and ruins remain.

There was a constant whimpering, not the cry for help from the survivors, but the groaning of the grotesque.

The distorted flesh and blood resisted the attack of the fireworks, slowly squirmed, and spread a layer of creep on the ground, wantonly devouring the surrounding organic matter.

The fallen corpse was wrapped and transformed by mycelium, the body decayed, the skin was shriveled like paper, the limbs were scorched by the fire, the muscles were exposed, and the skeleton was visible, as if it was a horrible existence crawling out of hell.

The walking corpses moved slowly and sluggishly, swaying their bodies at will, regardless of the broken ground and sharp wreckage, their eyes were empty and lifeless, but they could still feel a trace of hostility and evil.

They had no aim, but wandered about at will, their footsteps making a harsh trampling sound on the charred planks and tiles.

Suddenly the swaying corpses froze for a moment, froze in place, and then moved forward together, advancing like a march, with their mouths open, their rotten teeth exposed, exuding a fishy smell, and they made a low-pitched growl, as if Horror singing from hell.

York looked at them sadly. They used to laugh and laugh like that, but it was over.

Greystone Town is just an outpost rather than a fortress. With the joint attack of the disobedient royal court and the Scarlet Sect, this town that has undergone tremendous changes was completely destroyed. Countless walking corpses marched along the Greystone Rift Valley with their flesh and blood. The purpose is very clear, it is the evil of this world in the abandoned land.

Relying on the thick smoke and fog, the hateful night people gained short-term mobility during the day. The surviving field staff tried to stop them, but they were entangled by countless walking corpses.

There were fewer and fewer people who could fight, and finally only York was left. In the intense pain, York couldn't remember how many times he fell down, and he didn't know how many times he stood up again.

Relying on the blood of these flesh and blood monsters, York's life and death reached a delicate balance, but even so, he still couldn't stop the march of the monsters. He couldn't defend this place alone, let alone this place had already fallen.

Not enough... not enough...

The huge sadness turned into anger, York roared, his body was wrapped with snake-like thorns, like countless arms waving wantonly and flapping desperately.

Every time York can sweep away the enemies, but the walking corpses seem to be unable to be completely wiped out.Despite York's best efforts to kill, the walking corpses still emerge in endlessly.

The thorns were like sharp blades, cutting across York's skin, and blood flowed from his body. However, York did not feel the slightest pain. His iron will and endless anger drove his actions, and every attack was full of blood. Strength and fury, slicing through the rotting bodies of the walking corpses.

"why?"

Amidst the rage, a voice asked calmly.

"Why is the world like this?"

It was York's voice, an extremely cold voice.

York was no stranger to such sounds, for he had heard them that night, the night he was buried.

The other self questioned himself, questioned God, questioned faith, questioned everything York had believed in in the past.

No one responded.

The walking corpses are tireless, they keep getting up from the ground, as if there is no pain, no life limit, their necks are twisted to incredible angles, broken bones pierce the skin, but they still move on, their eyes glazed over , only know to look for the flesh of living people.

Gradually, the ground was filled with corpses as high as a hill, lifting York up high, and the wildly dancing thorns gradually slowed down, but it wasn't that York was tired, but that every thorn was covered with creeping thorns. flesh and blood, they stuck to it like leeches.

York's body became heavier and heavier, until the walking corpses surrounded and covered him one after another, scarlet flesh covered the entire field of vision.

silence.

It seemed like a real death.

York thought so.

Death is approaching, but York is not afraid, but feels peaceful. It may be that the events of this period have made him too tired, and this time he is finally relieved.

But at this moment, the familiar voice sounded again, questioning himself.

"Why has the world become like this?"

Why do devils really exist in this world, but there is no god coming, why do I have to bear all this...

There are too many reasons, but all of them have nothing to do with York. The anger in his heart gradually subsided, and he just felt tired, but suddenly, familiar faces flashed back in front of York.

It's the residents of Greystone Town...

York spent almost his entire life in this small town. Many people watched York's growth. Similarly, York also watched the growth of many people, but now they are all dead, on this ridiculous day.

Suddenly.

York can't figure out why?He is a devout priest who does good deeds. If this is really a punishment from fate, at least let York know what he did wrong, so that he can feel at ease.

Perhaps this is the reality, the unreasonable reality.

"Do not……"

Amidst the dense gnawing sounds of the walking corpses, a weak but firm voice sounded.

"No...no, no, there must be something wrong with this world."

A bloody thorn pierced through the corpses, followed by more thorns, one after the other, like spears stabbing.

"Yes... there must be something wrong."

Amidst York's muttering to himself, a scorching stream of fire galloped towards York, accurately hitting York among the corpses, and the corpses exploded in an instant, and charred corpses fell everywhere.

"What's that?" After the smog filled, a fanatic came slowly.

"A Desublimator," said another fanatic, the flame in his hand was extinguished. "It's strange that a Desublimator can last so long."

He caught a glimpse of the wildly dancing thornbush from a distance, and thought it was someone in power who was fighting, but the closer he got, the clearer the reaction of the ether was, and only then did he realize that it was just a Sublimator.

"really weird……"

He wanted to continue to say something, but suddenly, the voice stopped, another person looked at him, and saw a slender thorn piercing through his head, passing through the skull like a maggot, piercing the eyeball, Drilled out from the eye socket and then submerged in the throat.

The corpse was dragged into the explosion crater, and then a shattered figure slowly rose from the smoke. It was York, but at this time York was only half of his body, and there was still a terrifying big hole in his chest, which happened to run through It took his heart, but York didn't die, and the place where the heart was missing was also entangled with circles of thorns, just like a substitute.

Witnessed by the fanatics, the thorny pain chains seemed to come alive, and repeatedly penetrated York's body until they merged with York. Although his etheric reaction was only mediocre, it belonged to the devil at this moment. The power of madness is expanding unscrupulously.

"God..."

The screams of the fanatic stopped abruptly, and the dancing thorns tore his body apart, shattered his internal organs, and chopped off the surrounding corpses.

York's face and posture completely disappeared in the thorns, and the thorns became bigger and bigger, until it turned into a strange creation like a giant sea urchin, and countless thorns hit all living creatures in the field , Under its whipping, this time the squirming plague of flesh and blood actually lost its activity, as if it was completely dead.

"Kill them all."

The absolute and only thought dominated York's remaining consciousness. On the ruins of Greystone Town, amidst the plague of flesh and blood, furious war behemoths rampaged.

Sai Zong, who was walking in the ether world, also noticed the changes in the material world at this time. Apart from curiosity, there was a storm in his heart.

"What's the matter?" Leviathan asked beside him.

"Someone has triggered my protection," Sezon said, "this is the first time in so many years."

"Oh, oh, it's the protection that can be fused with weapons, right?" Leviathan asked.

"What he fused was not an ordinary weapon, but my original sin weapon." Sai Zong reminded him of the seriousness of the problem.

"Ah oh..."

Leviathan said in a surprised tone, "That is to say...does he control part of your power now?"

Sezon stared at Leviathan, but the golden mask was too in the way to see anything.

"Compared to these, I want to know, how long will we hang around in the ether world?"

Sai Zong also hasn't arrived in the ether world for many years, and he doesn't like this monotonous and boring world.

"I know of a secret way to Raymond Gaydon," Leviathan said.

Saizong couldn't believe it, "This secret path is located in the etheric realm?"

Leviathan just let out a strange laugh and patted him on the shoulder, "You will know in a while."