Endless Debt.

The black tar wrapped Idel's remnant until it completely covered him, turning him into a black egg. At the same time, the dark shadow enveloped it, and Burrog seemed to wave a thunder that split the world, From the sky down.

The ferocious slash set off a series of shocks, and the burst of air blew away the pervasive blood mist and shattered the covering tar, revealing Idel's bloodless and pale body.

"I guess this is the essence of the devil?"

Burrog tore open the black egg, watching the endless tar that tried to penetrate Idle's body.

Devils do not have a specific form. They can be men, women, animals, or even some mysterious things. Their arrival is also strange and strange, and there is no absolute theorem.

Scenes of scenes flashed back in front of Burrog's eyes, like key frames in a movie.

The devil is a slave to power, and at the same time the will of power... a will that manipulates the very nature of tar.

Idel roared wildly, the broken container could no longer hold so much tar, he grabbed the excess tar, and the bone blade was soaked and turned black, like black lightning, he slashed towards Borrog.

Bologl flashed, Grudge slashed in a huge semicircle, followed by Sawaxe, the double blade tearing through everything in its path.

The battle in the Greystone Rift is still going on, and countless walking corpses and night clans are mixed together, like a legion charging, trying to break through the defense line of the Bureau of Order.

In the Abandoned Lands, the huge devouring beast further flattened the ruins of Raymond Gayton. Like a drunk with a hangover, its body that gradually lost control ran rampant between the cliffs, and its huge tentacles raised to beat the hopeless The outpost was blocked by the sixth group of continuous ether barriers, and all the fort giants continued to fire, vowing to clear all the inventory accumulated over the years.

Inside the Devouring Beast, the dilapidated Golden Palace was still burning, and countless flesh and blood rushed towards the sea of ​​flames, and all of them were burned to ashes. It is only a matter of time before the Golden Palace is completely swallowed by the excess space.

In the Golden Palace, the duel continued.

It was a battle between demon gods. Their bodies were torn apart and then healed. They fell down and stood up again. Every drop of blood is boiling and burning.

Like a cruel reincarnation.

Idel was about to lose his human form, like a mass of deformed flesh, and Bologo was having a hard time, as the old wounds were not healed and then filled with new ones. What was more serious was that Bologo could feel a series of wounds coming from the wound. Intense pain, followed by countless granulation erupting from his wound.

Like seaweed that multiplied wildly, they took root in Bologo's body and bit his flesh and blood in turn. Bologo tried to cut off this part of the flesh and blood, but couldn't kill them all.

In the high-intensity fighting, Bologo had already been completely infiltrated by the plague of flesh and blood until he was assimilated by Idel.

Burrog coughed painfully, but this time he couldn't even cough, a sense of suffocation was coming from his throat, those crazy granulation parasitized his airway, squeezing his throat, trying to break body out.

devour!

Idel swooped up, tearing Burrog's face with his sharp claws, and his teeth ripped off one of Burrog's ears, and almost tore off the entire skin.

The resentful bite pierced weakly. It had pierced Idel's heart, but it still couldn't kill it. This is true, no matter how sharp the blade is, it can't kill all the flesh and blood at the same time, or make death Suppress Idel's resurrection.

The crazily growing granulation completely covered Bologo, and the blanket of flesh and blood also spread over, and the dark blue veins connected it. Gradually, Bologo seemed to be really defeated. There was no sound, only the strange There was a constant sound of blood surging, and even more weird and indescribable sounds, as if Bologo's flesh and blood were being digested by it.

Idel finally solved this difficult opponent. He crossed the Bologo and stepped on the double-spinning long ladder again. With his steps, Idel was also gradually leaving the material world and heading towards the etheric world.

When he passed the last step, Idel also looked up at the dazzling panoramas created by King Solomon.

Even with Idel's crazy will, he couldn't help being slightly absent-minded at this moment. After a while, he continued to move forward, and behind Idel, under the double-spinning long ladder, there were waves of restlessness.Idel didn't care, he knew who it was.

Along the gap that Idel entered, more flesh and blood resisted the burning of the light, climbed over the broken crystal curtain wall, and climbed into the Golden Palace.

Seen from the outside, in the transparent flesh and blood of the devouring beast, huge tentacles are extending one after another, passing through the barrier of light, and drilling into the golden palace. Under the guidance of Idel, They have crossed the long spiral staircase and arrived under the heavens, searching for the legacy of King Solomon.

"Solomon..."

The flesh and blood trembled slightly, and the strange voice seemed to be telling that taboo name.

The tentacles were entangled together and turned into a huge face. The face was not specific. As the flesh and blood squirmed, its image also changed rapidly, but everyone who caught a glimpse of this scene would know who it was.

Beelzebub.

"I remember you, you're right here... right here."

The extended tentacles are like a giant snake, and the snake's head is raised upwards, looking at the dome of the sky.

Beelzebub came here before, during the fall of the holy city.

Now she still remembers the scene at that time. Lemon Gayton, surrounded by the flames of war, encountered a group of demons. They thought they would be strongly resisted by King Solomon, but when they invaded Raymond Gayton, Only to see that the scholars had already committed suicide.

They captured a dead city.

In the endless silence, Beelzebub and other demons went up together, and finally saw the dying King Solomon on the throne. He laughed maniacally, set himself on fire, and then the light burst out, turning all the intruders into salt. column.

The giant snake passed over Idel, holding Beelzebub's face on its body, and kept probing upwards. At the overlapping point of the material world and the ether world, the space was distorted to a large extent, full of disorder and out of control.

In the blue sky, Beelzebub seemed to have seen the end of the universe. She tried her best to reach up, but suddenly her expression froze, her mouth grew slowly, and the terrifying screams rang out heavily. Ripples, they affect the celestial body built to King Solomon, but they are like false phantoms, let the ripples pass by, and there is no change point.

Idel looked blankly at the giant snake standing beside him, not knowing what happened. The wriggling face on the snake's head also stopped changing, leaving only a terrified face, and then the tower-like giant snake It collapsed straight down.

It wasn't until then that Idel smelled the bursts of blood attacking from behind, and turned his head, the thick snake body extending from the beast of the herd had been cut off.

The cross section was scrawled and festering, as if every piece of flesh and blood had been crushed into pieces.This time it didn't heal.

Amidst the dripping blood, a figure staggered out of the snake's body. His body was covered with crumbs of flesh, dripping with sticky plasma.

Accompanied by the clear and ear-piercing sound of the engine that gradually became high-pitched, countless serrated reamers emerged from his wound, and all the sprouts that had grown wildly were removed. Thousands of saw blades were hung on his body, and every random move would cause metal cutting each other.

Sparks continued amidst the screeching sound.

The blood stained Bologo's vision, and the nameless anger continued to grow wildly in his heart. He habitually grasped the weapon in his hand, but only then did he realize that it was the weapon that was holding Bologo tightly.

The flesh and blood in the palm seemed to be glued to the hilt of the Grieving Bite, which could not be separated at all, and the strap of the ax handle was wrapped around Bologo's arm. When he swung the two weapons, Bologo felt that they had changed. It became a part of my body, an extension of my arm.

"Power, power..."

Burrog groaned, endless blades pierced its body, like countless waving arms, eager for killing and blood.

In a trance, Bologo heard the horn of war. It was also at this moment that he truly understood the power he possessed and the nature of the original sin armed force.

This is the shard of rage, it is a part of him, and it is also the protection he bestows upon the champions...
Blessing · Dedicated to killing martial arts.

Boluogo stepped forward and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Idel heard bursts of sharp whistling sounds, like a flock of birds galloping towards him, and like a team of swordsmen. Run towards yourself.

Idel couldn't see Bologo's figure clearly. Under the protection of the rage, Bologo had completely integrated with the original sin weapon, the Sawaxe, and his body entered the state of immortality and weaponization. Countless saw blades twisted The blade broke out of his body, shaping him into a humanoid weapon.

During the explosion, Idel first realized that his sight was spinning uncontrollably, until the broken body came into view, and then he realized that his head had been chopped off.

Idel's body reached out and grabbed the thrown head, and then endless pain came from the body, and every inch of flesh and blood was cracking and shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if chopped to pieces by a chaotic sword.

This is not the end.

The flesh and blood of the arm quickly fused with the broken head, and waved his hand in the direction of Bologo. Idel roared loudly, and the next moment the arm broke again, and even the head was smashed to pieces.

In the surging blood foam, Bologo's eyes were red, and there was an unstoppable smile on his face. Unlike the curse brought by the blessing and soul-sucking, Bologo was fully devoted to it at this time, enjoying the kill.

So much so that he didn't care about the changes in the surrounding environment at all.

Amidst the roaring cracking sound, more tentacles surged from the body of the Devouring Beast. They passed through the weak light, broke through the barriers of the Golden Palace, and crossed the double-spinning long ladder, like a roaring giant snake. He bit Bologo in one bite, and pushed his body towards the body of the universe.

Idel looked forward, his tentacles were like a train of flesh and blood, advancing against Burrog, and soon Burrog disappeared into the blue. Just when Idel thought it was over, he suddenly realized that his The body was pulled, and then his body was torn apart abruptly, advancing together with the rapidly advancing, deep flesh and blood tentacles.

Only then did Idel see that several sharp saw blades were entangled together, turning into a steel cable full of sharp blades and jagged teeth, piercing through and strangling Idel's body, dragging him forward together, and At the end of the steel cable, a ferocious figure struggled to crawl on the thick flesh and blood tentacles.

"The duel is not over yet!"

The blood champion roared, and broke free from the bound flesh and blood. The saw blade was like a tentacle, grabbing the surface of the flesh and blood tentacles, and dragging him towards Idel.

As flesh and blood invaded the Golden Palace and penetrated into all phenomena of the universe, they were leaving the material world and striding forward into the ether world, and the concentration of ether rose sharply until it reached the peak.

The ethers were reveling, and with their every move, they condensed into golden rainstorms, dancing electric arcs, and paved frost in midair...

Just like the beginning of chaos in the world, a slight disturbance will cause a series of visions.

The ether strengthened both sides, and the horrific fight broke out again, but this time the venue for the duel between the two turned into high-speed scrolling tentacles, and the environment completely changed to the ether world when the blazing storm that penetrated the sky appeared.

The etheric realm, the familiar etheric realm.

When the blazing bright light fell on Bologo, even though he was filled with rage, he couldn't help but pause for a moment, looking at the beautiful storm.

Wisps of blazing white air wrapped and surrounded... They were not some kind of gas dust, but living souls. They had died long ago, but the echoes still echoed in the etheric realm, remembered by the blazing white storm.

"Secret source."

Burrog muttered, many memories popped up in his hazy consciousness, and he said in a strange way, "Are you just another form of...the devil like those shadow tars?"

Rage overwhelmed his reason, and Bologo turned his head bloodthirsty. At the end of the train of flesh and blood, Idel's figure had already knelt down. His body could no longer withstand the erosion of tar. Many hyphae stretched out from his body, wrapping around his body layer by layer.

They seem to grow together, but they don't seem to be, but when Burrog charged forward again, the flesh and blood burst, pushing Burrog into the sky, and then one after another deadly bone spear broke. It came out of nowhere and hit Burlogo precisely.

It couldn't kill Borrog, but it was enough to drive him back.

To the blazing storm.

The figure of Bologo danced wildly in mid-air, throwing out the steel cable full of sharp edges, trying to catch Idel, but before the steel cable hit him, wisps of white dust covered Bologo's body, and he turned his head. , the blazing storm is close at hand.

As if captured by the gravitational force of the blazing storm, Bologo's body fell uncontrollably towards the core of the day. This is not the first time that Bologo has encountered such a thing. He knows exactly what will happen next .

With a hoarse voice, he shouted helplessly, "Levi..."

Before Burrog could call out the devil's name, Dusk condensed into a ribbon in front of him.

The tangle grabbed Borrog, pulled him, and fell towards the core of the day, where there seemed to be some magic, like a requiem, to soothe all the rage in Borrog's heart.

The anger dissipated, and the blades were hidden back into Bologo's body one by one. The Sawaxe fell silent, and everything returned to the beginning.

Bologo's eyes had never been calmer than before, until the core of the day completely covered Bologo's eye pupils, and thousands of ghosts shouted and passed by Bologo's side, or hit Bologo's body. body.

The two souls briefly overlapped and parted, and Burrog saw the memories of one soul after another, their echoes blooming before his eyes.

For a moment, Bologo seemed to have gone through thousands of reincarnations. In the overlapping memories, Bologo Lazarus's self gradually became blurred, until he was unable to maintain himself, and slowly closed his eyes.

Before the darkness fell completely, Burrog heard someone calling her name, and she kept shouting.

"Bologo! Bologo! Bolo..."

The sound gradually faded away, blurred... and sounded again!
"Sachin!"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his back, and sat up straight. He seemed to have just woken up, with a bit of confusion in his eyes. It took several seconds for him to calm down, and there was a burst of pain in his mind. , couldn't help but rubbed his head vigorously.

"what happened?"

A familiar voice sounded from the side. She stroked the man's back and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Okay...it seems to be," the man said uncertainly, "I dreamed that I was fighting something, and the killing was so dark."

"Haha, for scholars, that is really a nightmare."

The woman chuckled, reached out and pulled the man's arm, trying to get him to stand up.

"Wake up, Sachin, it's time for us to go."

"Sachin?"

The man froze for a moment, then asked, "You call me Saqin?"

"Oh...that's right," the man asked and answered himself, as if waking up from a dream, "I am Saqin."

Seeing this, the woman frowned. She suspected that Saqin had really passed out from sleep, so she straightened the man's face and forced him to look at her.

"Look at me, who am I?"

The man instinctively replied, "Susie, you are Susie."

Suzy asked again, "Or what?"

"Yes... it's my wife."

Susie's face was filled with a gentle smile, and she pinched Saqin's face vigorously to make him more awake.

"Let's go quickly, don't keep our little junior brother waiting too long," Susie said again, "Oh, no, we should call him Wolfgang Gold now."

The man shook his head and stood up, straightened his robes, and straightened the badge representing his identity, "You know, Susie, our little brother doesn't like the name Wolfgang Gold. "

With more gloom in his eyes, he continued, "He prefers the name he chose for himself."

"King Solomon."

The smile on Susie's face froze, she sighed helplessly, and whispered in Saqin's ear, "Saqin, he is your junior brother and the person you swear allegiance to, but he is definitely not your enemy .”

The man didn't say a word. He looked at the mirror on one side, and looked at his face in the mirror. He always felt that this was not his face... This was indeed his face. He was too immersed in the world of dreams.

"Do you think we can succeed today?" The man couldn't help asking, "There are not many containers that can be used. If there is no result, the price we pay will be meaningless."

"I don't know," Susie shook her head, "You know how illusory things like artificial life are."

Susie's voice lowered, "We can build engines one by one, shape their steel bodies, and then start them with fuel and flames, but only life... we can create a replica that is exactly the same as a human being, but Only it cannot be made conscious, to have a soul."

"True humans are soulless," the man's voice became stern, "pure humans are soulless."

Susie murmured, "Then what should we do? How can we give life a forward momentum?"

"What is missing in artificial life?"

Facing Susie's question, the man didn't know how to respond. In the end, he could only gently hug Susie and stroke her deflated abdomen.

Sachin promised, "He will definitely come back to life."