Endless Debt.

Looking at the huge black and bottomless excavation well, Bologo couldn't help but see the former glory of this place before his eyes.

"It is here that they dug through the earth's crust, mined the primordial, and created the embryo of the soulless."

Once here, large drilling machines roared on the surface, the huge drill bit spun and cut the crust quickly, and the gravel and debris were scattered like a magnificent fireworks of sparks.

"As the drill bit continues to advance, the earth's crust is slowly penetrated... If King Solomon calculated the speed at which the ether erodes matter, he could even deduce from the depth of the earth's erosion, when did the ether touch the material world .”

As a scholar, Amyu realizes more details from these details than Burlogo, "As for the soulless, I don't know what they are for, but I think they are very suitable for fighting with the devil. trade."

Amy continued to speak next to Bologo's ear, "Devils value valuable things, and soulless people, as the only remaining and purest human beings in the world, must be extremely precious in the eyes of the devil, right?"

Bologo was silent for a while, in this dark and dilapidated place, he could faintly smell the fresh soil.

"More than that," Bologo said, "Maybe this is a win-win situation. King Solomon made a deal with the devil. The devil gave him knowledge and technology, and he was responsible for creating soulless people for the devil to satisfy the devils. desire for value."

Amy's expression is complicated, which is also a possibility. After all, one of the most widely circulated legends about King Solomon is that his knowledge comes from the devil.

The violent tremors from the top of their heads interrupted the thoughts of the two of them, and countless dust fell down, messing up their vision.

"Under the throne, above the deep well."

Bologo recalled the information he got in Saqin's research room, and he continued, "The so-called initial picture scroll was taken away together."

The devouring beasts lifted the Golden Palace up from the ground, but left the ruins of Fuchii in place. Through simple speculation, the original picture scroll should be in the wreckage at the bottom of the Golden Palace.

"What do you think that would be?" Amy asked curiously.

"I don't know," Burlogo recalled what he saw along the way, "but it is definitely something that is enough to subvert our cognition."

The deep and distant roar came again, one after another boulders fell one after another, and with the awakening of the devouring beasts, the entire abandoned land became turbulent.

Burrogo cheered up immediately and shouted to Amy, "The door! Find out if there is a door!"

Amyu's eyes glowed, and she said in surprise, "Yes! In theory, we are already in the Golden Palace!"

The two looked at each other, and immediately plunged into the shadows around them, looking for the door of the winding path. With Saqin's badge, they were walking through the Golden Palace at this time, and there was a high probability that they could directly bypass the mouth The beasts of the herd directly arrived at the Golden Palace.

It is also possible that the moment the door is opened, it will be wrapped in light and turned into ashes.

Bologo didn't care so much anymore. An inexplicable sense of fanaticism rose from the bottom of his heart. It was a state of mind similar to that of the scholars. Suddenly, Bologo felt that he completely understood the thoughts of the scholars.

curiosity.

There is no interest, no motivation, and no division of camps. Burogo realized that the reason why scholars have done many crazy things is because they have curiosity beyond ordinary people.

Scholars are very curious, curious about the answers to everything in the world, and they are desperate for it.

Looking at the figures holding hands in the corner of his eyes, Bologo felt that they were not scary, but rather sacred.

Previously, Bologo always imagined what kind of mood they were in before they died, fear?disturbed?panic?Looking at it now, it must be endless peace. They knew that they were going to sleep, but when they thought that someone could touch that unknown realm for them, they felt unprecedented happiness.

"here!"

Aimu shouted loudly, she found it, in a ruins covered by gravel, she found a door that was almost collapsed, the door frame was full of broken traces, but the darkness inside the door was still slowly creeping Waiting, as if waiting for today.

Burrog turned his head and sprinted towards Aimu, followed by a crackling buzz, urging.

Under the fierce struggle of the devouring beasts, the ruins could no longer hold up, and the ceiling collapsed one after another, like a giant's footsteps chasing the figure of Bologo, and Amy in the distance stretched out his hand to Bologo as much as possible , and Bologl roared and split a labyrinth of fissures.

The figure flickered a few meters away, like a flash of light blooming in the dark night, Burrog hugged Amyu, and then he found himself hugging a mass of nothingness, and a golden phantom reflected in his eyes , Burrog strode into the door of the winding path.

The collapsed boulder buried everything, and tons of rubble fell into the deep well without any response.

……

"Where's Holt!"

Evan's roar echoed in the heart network, and at this moment he was anxious like a lunatic.Evan rarely loses his composure like this.

"He disappeared with that Glorious One!"

There was an echo from the heart network, which was an outpost of impasse. They had been observing the battle situation from a distance and provided fire support. During their observation, Holt and the regent fought briefly, and then the two disappeared out of thin air. In situ.

Even the etheric reaction was gone.

This is not good news. Evan took a deep breath, and the face-scorching heat wave hit him head-on. The Greystone Rift Valley had turned into a sea of ​​flames. The heat waves washed the ground one after another, and the figures of the staff seemed extremely small in the firelight.

"okay, I get it."

Evan controlled his emotions. As Holt's adjutant, that is, the deputy station chief of the desperate outpost, he must rationally take responsibility at such times.

"What is the evil situation in this world?" Evan continued to ask.

"It has grown a brain, and it seems that someone has forcibly controlled it, and now it is trying to break through the blockade of Raymond Gayton," the real-time information came quickly, "We are suppressing it with firepower, but with little effect, and It has noticed the outpost."

The desperate outpost on the cliff is now like a large firepower point. All the fort giants fired continuously, forming a deadly torrent of steel in mid-air.

The sound of firing was deafening, louder than ever in the dead deserted land.

The deadly firepower smashed most of the Devouring Beast's body, but this was just a useless move. While the body was broken, it was also healing itself, and the counterattack of the desperate outpost had already attracted its attention. One after another The giant bone spear roared towards it.

"careful!"

Someone exclaimed, and even after being pierced by a giant bone spear several meters long, the figure was instantly crushed into foam, and the building was broken through layer by layer, trembling endlessly.

The ghostly scream came from the air again, and then several giant bone spears broke through the air, and the explosions continued one after another. The giant bone spears precisely destroyed several forts, and the flames shot into the sky.

The correspondent struggled to get up from the ground. He wiped the blood on his forehead... He was not injured, it wasn't his blood. Looking to the side, the familiar colleague was only half of his body.

"Ha ha……"

He widened his eyes, suppressed the nausea and fear in his heart, and tried to keep his voice steady, "It...it started to fight back and destroyed several giant cannons, but we are still resisting."

The continuous firepower on the desperate outpost stagnated for a few seconds, and soon it rejoined the battle. Deadly shells and crossbow bolts were continuously shot into the beast of the herd. With the years of operation of the Bureau of Order, here Think of it more as a kind of war fort than an outpost.

Tons and tons of flesh and blood were torn apart, and the blood poured down like a waterfall. The Beast of the Devourer uttered a loud cry. In the amber-like transparent flesh and flesh, and in the huge deformed brain, Hammer's consciousness was also shattered. A series of blows.

The beast of devouring herd was too huge, and even Hammer's consciousness was diluted by it. Resisting the burning of the light and manipulating the body had exhausted most of his mind. At this time, the counterattack of the desperate outpost further intensified his stress.

Consciousness began to become muddled, countless noises filled his mind, and every step of his action was accompanied by a huge delay, like an old man who was dying.

But even this kind of Hammer still possesses full destructive power. It only takes one thought to destroy something by relying on the beast of the herd.

The ground below began to boil, and the silent ashes squirmed at high speed, showing a strange liquid feeling, and then one after another, columns of air erupted, throwing up ashes all over the sky, and at the same time, countless scarlet flesh and blood quickly fell from the ashes. Get out and climb up the cliff all the way.

Its target is Extremis Outpost.

The beast that devoured the herd attracted most of the staff's attention. When the mycelium-like tentacles of flesh and blood climbed up the raised platform, the staff only noticed the surprise attack in the shadows.

The pressure increased.

The ether reaction rose one after another, the secret energy of various schools bombarded one after another, and blood flowed like a river on the high platform.

The correspondent staggered and dodged, his heart beating poundingly. As a functional employee, like Uriel, he was only in charge of communication, so his rank was just an ordinary stage.

A battlefield of this intensity is not something that a desublimator can intervene in the first stage, but he still suppressed his fear and continued to report the situation here to Evan.

"Those flesh and blood crawled up the outpost, we must assign some people to deal with them, and the suppression of this evil will be much reduced."

The correspondent reported calmly. He knew that fear would spread, and he must not reveal the slightest fear.

"Our work is like a duel with the god of death. Once you fear it, then your death will come."

That was what Holt had said to them, and it had always been remembered by the correspondent.

"We can hold on," he continued, "and it's still under control."

A moment later, Evan's response came from the heart network.

"Ok."

A simple and straightforward response without even much emotion.

The correspondent guessed that Evan should know the dire situation here, and Evan also knew the fate of everyone next... In fact, the correspondent knew it himself.

But no one broke this pathetic lie, and everyone maintained a kind of blind courage, as if as long as they yelled at the god of death, he would not be able to take their own lives.

"It's a casual job, but if something happens, it's really terrible."

The correspondent smiled wryly, and after a while, a few laughs actually came back from the Xinshu Network, and many people were amused by him.

The environment of the desperate outpost is tough, but it is very leisurely. Many team members came here with this idea at the time. Fortunately, the leisurely time did not wear down everyone's will. standing firm.

In the darkness, a bright light stung the eyes of the correspondent. He saw a tsunami-like flame brewing in the monster's body, and the flesh and blood cracked to form a channel of flesh and blood, in which the flames moved.

He murmured, "No way..."

The next moment, the roaring Foehn exploded, and with the movement of the body, the Foehn moved slowly to the outpost like a fiery sword splitting the sky and the earth, burning and burning the rocky cliffs touched along the way.

"Look for cover!"

The courier yelled, warning everyone, but he had no time to hide.

A hot breath enough to make people evaporate rushed towards his face, and he stood there sluggishly, his legs seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

The correspondent witnessed the foehn engulfing buildings one after another, and watched the distorted figures turn into ashes in the light.He will also become one of the ashes, but his heart is unexpectedly calm, without the slightest fear, as if he has become numb.

A large shield fell from the sky and hit the communicator in front of him, separating Foehn like a solid reef. Fiery flames scorched his body, but was immediately blocked by a dense ether barrier.

The foehn died down, and the correspondent stood still in place. After a few seconds, he looked up belatedly, and saw a sturdy figure jumping on the cliff, landing heavily beside him, and then He picked up the hot and red giant shield.

"Ah...ah!"

After experiencing repeated shocks, the correspondent thought that his mentality was strong enough, but after seeing the true face of the visitor, his psychological defense line seemed to be crushed by the last straw, and he groaned uncontrollably .

Hart brushed his thick hair, glanced at the correspondent, strode forward, smashed a series of flesh and blood with his big shield.

Before the correspondent could react, a series of ear-piercing metal sounds sounded. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the large lifting platform responsible for transporting materials was stalling and falling along the track, bringing up eye-catching sparks along the way.

There was a roaring impact, and even the ground trembled a few times. The partition fell straight down, revealing a group of gray and white figures.

The etheric reactions rose up on them one by one, and then joined together, as if they had turned into a whole. The correspondent had the impression of this phenomenon, which was the specialty of the Desublimationists of the Origin School.

The aether impact smashed away the clusters of flesh and blood, and the milky white translucent barrier descended, protecting the staff one after another in time. They skillfully took over the work of the members of the fourth group, suppressed the spreading flesh and blood, and continued to fire with.

A man with a sword in his belt, who looked like a commander, strode forward, and he said to the stunned communications officer.

"I am the leader of the sixth team, Yas, and I need you to report to me the current situation on the battlefield."

Immediately, the correspondent seemed to have found a backbone, tears filled his eyes.

With the sixth group joining the battlefield, the precarious situation in the outpost has been eased, and even reversed. The original school is very good at group combat, like a silently advancing giant wall, driving those terrifying flesh and blood off the high platform one by one.

"Are you sure this is where newcomers should come?"

During the fierce battle, Qi Ke, a new member of the sixth group, was full of panic and uneasiness. She had been involved in the operation against the night tribe a few days ago, and she was considered extremely dangerous until they received an emergency order. Arrive in the Forsaken Lands.

A few minutes ago, Qi Ke had no idea that there was such a ghostly place in Oath City Opus, let alone the monster like mountains not far away.

She felt numb in her hands and feet and cold in her extremities.

"Relax, newcomer," Kemp patted her on the shoulder, "Talents will grow quickly in times of crisis."

"This is a bit too dangerous!"

Qi Ke couldn't help complaining, this time she really had the idea of ​​resigning, and now she looked at other people, everyone dealt with the distorted flesh and blood with expressionless faces, it was hard to imagine whether they were professional, rational, or already Numb.

"Why are you all so calm? Do you know these ghost things?"

Hart, who was not far away, shook his head. While applying an etheric barrier to others, he said, "I don't know, I don't know at all."

Hart continued, "But... maybe I'm used to it. After all, in a long career, it is inevitable to encounter some strange things."

The others nodded in approval, and then helped the fourth group win another high platform in a round of charge.

……

Turning his attention from the network of heart hubs to his eyes, Evan looked at the vast sea of ​​flames. After a long period of roasting, these walking corpses seemed to have evolved corresponding means, and their bodies were covered with a layer of strong and fire-resistant The bone layer, like the tide of death, attacked round after round.

If it's just these walking corpses, it's not much pressure on the defense line, but besides them, the terrifying night clan is also sneaking in secretly, and they released a large number of bloodthirsty people. Corpses are more of a threat.

Relying on the huge number of enemies, they exerted great pressure on the defense line. The high-ranking night clan watched everyone, and the smelly blood filled the air.

Evan tried his best not to think about the outpost. Looking forward and backward would only lead to the defeat of the two defense lines.

In the raging sea of ​​flames, hoarse roars sounded again, and a new wave of walking corpses erupted. Their bodies were distorted and deformed, and their bodies were covered with solid bony layers. horn.

The interweaving of flames and darkness contrasts the distorted figures of walking corpses. Behind them are bloodthirsty people armed with broken metal. These despicable products of the night clan are injected with manic potions. With the blood of the night clan, the flames cannot damage them.

As for the daylight, the pervasive ashes and dust have already covered the light, and in the darkness, only the fight between the Bureau of Order and the monsters remains.

Evan slowly drew out his sword. He didn't think the team members would be able to sustain this round of charge. These monsters would scatter his line, followed by a bloody melee.

Those high-level night clansmen who are hiding will also act at this time. They will definitely find a way to kill themselves first. As long as they can hold them back, everything will still turn around.

"Pity……"

Evan looked at the silver ring on his fingertips. Evan had worn it for many years, even if it had no special meaning, it became special now.

The silver ring rubbed against the edge of the sword vigorously, and Evan hoped that there would be some silver shavings remaining on the blade, and it would be better for him to stab it into the heart of a high-level night clan.

The tongues of flames were extinguished one by one, some were exhausted, and some were approached by the enemy. The front line of defense was in a mess. Just as Evan imagined, after rounds of shocks, the defense line was still defeated .

Ghostly figures crossed the crowd silently, with stunning ruby ​​eyes, which Evan wanted to dig out and hang in his bedroom as trophies.

"It's been a long time at ease."

Evan moved his shoulders, and the glow of the alchemy matrix lit up on his body surface, and he was ready for a desperate fight.

Step, roar, charge.

The high-pitched ether surrounds and surges around the body. Evan's eyes are like a torch, and he swings his sword at the enemy group. The high-level night clansmen also release their own power. The two ethers collide together, and a series of intense arcs erupt. .

When the fierce death fight was about to break out, a powerful ripple descended in midair, abruptly interrupting the battle between the two sides. Evan and the high-ranking Night Clan couldn't help but stop, and then they saw the space began to Distorted, broken cracks appeared out of thin air, until they were completely shattered like a mirror.

The winding path breaks through.

Without any warning, a group of heavily armed field personnel passed through the watchtower, forcibly opened up the chaotic ether flow on the battlefield, and made a long-distance breakthrough through the winding path.

From the shoulder badges of those people, Evan recognized the reinforcements.

Group Nine, Atheists.

After the senses returned to normal from the distortion, the leader of the ninth group, Carnegie, glanced at all the enemies indifferently, and he ordered.

"Summary execution."

……

After many days, Nethaniel arrived at this mysterious place again, and countless voices whispered in the shadows.

"The sixth group has arrived on the battlefield."

"The ninth group has arrived on the battlefield."

"Area blockade complete."

"Start the next prediction."

"The calculation begins."

Nethaniel is already used to these voices. Wherever he looked, there were blurred silhouettes on the edge of shadow and light. They wore masks of different styles, and they didn't notice Nethaniel's arrival at all. exchanging information with others.

Among the dense crowd, a familiar figure sat upright, her face covered by a bronze-colored ornate mask.

Maria of Iron Tree and Steel Branches.

The countless whispering figures are like her think tank. After conducting a lot of analysis and speculation, they will inform Maria of the integrated information, and then Maria will make the final decision, like the mastermind.

The air became a bit stuffy, and Nethaniel walked up to Maria and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Nethaniel lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, countless figures disappeared.

In the shadow of the highest, only the huge creation entangled with machinery and flesh and blood is left, standing like a grotesque god statue. At this time, it has unfolded most of its body, and countless masks are hanging on the flesh and blood. twinkling like stars in the sky.