endless debt

Palmer went out to work, and saw his dying expression when he left. It seems that Fu En has been training this guy a lot recently. Think about it, the war is approaching, and even the Glorious Ones cannot avoid it. Fu En should also train Palmer well. Elmer had to deal with those dark futures.

Burrogo simply tidied up the room, then sat on the sofa with a dazed face.

There are still some days before the end of his vacation, and with the end of the crisis in the abandoned land, the fourth group has been dispatched to other positions, and the huge Bureau of Order is not in a hurry to use such a small role as Borrog.

boring.

The holidays are a time of torment for a man as active as Burlogo.

Bologo is a person who can't be idle, and when he is idle, he can't help overthinking, digging out one trouble after another, examining and torturing himself repeatedly.

"Ah...what on earth is this?"

In a low murmur, Boluogo opened his own manual, the "Origin Manual" that recorded various information collected by Boluogo.

Burlogo now has two new chapters in this handbook, one on the devil.

Judging from various observations during the battle, Bologo guessed that the essence of the devil should be those wriggling tars. As for their form in front of human beings, it is just a carrier for negotiation.

This pitch-black tar reminded Burogo of the shadow in the etheric realm, which should be the projection of the devil in the etheric realm, and there should be some connection between them.

It seemed that as long as he understood these connections and found out the nature of the tar, Burlogo felt that he could lift the veil of the devils and see them for what they really were.

Burlogo is getting closer and closer to the truth.

Turning over this chapter, a brand new content appeared in front of Burlogo.

"who am I?"

The first thing that catches the eye is this line of big characters.

For many years, Bologo has been troubled about who he is. At first he thought he was a ghost from another world, but from Saqin's memory and King Solomon's words, Bologo found that things The truth is not so.

New World Project.

King Solomon tried to open up a new world to get rid of the shackles of the devil. To this end, he invested countless souls into nothingness. In the end, one ignorant newborn soul brought back the memory and coordinates of that world.

Mamon sensed the strangeness of King Solomon. He didn't know what King Solomon was studying, but he still launched a surprise attack and disrupted everything. In the crisis, King Solomon naturally stuffed the soul into the world created by Saqin. In the soulless.

According to the analysis of the information in the echo of the soul, in order to avoid being chased by Mammon, King Solomon sent this finished product away from Lemon Gayton...

Boluogo guessed that in the days that followed, King Solomon continued his research until Mammon collected enough information and all the devils were aware of the danger of King Solomon.

The Fall of the Holy City.

This is extremely grand and complicated information, but under the arrangement of Burlogo, everything becomes clear and simple.

Bologo knew the reason for everything, but he still felt a little... a little unacceptable.

Unable to accept who I am.

It's like, you wake up as a cat, you understand what's going on, but you're still in a trance about who you are.

Burlogo left the house, he walked aimlessly on the street, crossed the busy street, and came to a secluded park.

Looking at the surrounding green fields, Bologo suddenly realized that he had been in the Oath City Opals for so many years, and the number of times he came to the park can be counted on the fingers.

Sitting on a bench by the lake, Burrog continued to ponder.

Bologo thought of his parents in Redwood Town, Saqin and Suzie, and he recalled the memory of his "previous life".

A long time ago, Bologo realized that there was something wrong with his "previous life". He could recall fragments one by one, but he could never connect them into a complete life. He even said that Bologo even said that he " The name of "past life" is also unclear.

It wasn't a previous life, nor was it time travel. It was just that the newborn soul was implanted with a memory that didn't belong to him, so that he mistakenly thought that he had already spent his whole life.

From the very beginning, Bologo's life was distorted. After knowing the truth, he felt that he should be sad at this moment, for Saqin, Suzie, his parents in Redwood Town, and the whole Redwood Town...

Sad for all this gone.

But Bologo's heart was only pale, and he couldn't bring up any emotions. Maybe Bologo had lived for too long, so long that those memories seemed to Bologo himself, as if he was looking at another person's life , he couldn't empathize with it.

Immediately, a great sadness seized Burlogo.

Boluogo raised his head vigorously and looked at the blue sky. He felt sad for his indifference, sad for being so indifferent, and sad for being a cold-blooded person.

Sometimes Burlogo can't understand why his life has become like this.

"Can I sit here?"

An old and vicissitudes voice sounded, and Bologo turned his head. It was an old man who was dying. His body was bent and he was leaning on crutches.

Burrog glanced at the benches along the lake, and the other seats were vacant, but Burrog didn't refuse, but nodded.

The old man sat down tremblingly. In the silence, he sometimes looked at the lake and sometimes at the sky. The old man thought he was hiding well, but Boluogo could notice that the old man always inadvertently put his gaze on On himself, as if examining himself.

"Can you do me a favor?" the old man asked.

"You said."

"Well... I made a bet with my friend, who among us can make friends with young people," the old man smiled, "I know, I don't understand the things the young people said, but you can pretend to have a good conversation Do you look happy?"

Boluogo felt that the old man in front of him was inexplicably interesting, and he agreed, "Okay."

"This city is so beautiful, isn't it?"

The old man fit easily into the conversation, and he asked, "Have you lived here long?"

"Well, I've been working here for a while."

Boluogo thought for a moment, is this his fifth year of work?Or sixth year?Time always flies by so fast that by the time you realize it, it has already escaped.

"That's really good," the old man looked at the tall buildings and sighed, "I came here a few decades ago, when this place was still a scorched earth ruin."

Bologo's eyes were a little surprised, and he only heard the old man continue.

"That war, the endless war, recalling it now, I don't even know what I fought for. Anyway, when I came back to my senses, everything changed."

The old man started rambling, "My hometown is gone, my familiar friends are gone, and even myself has become unrecognizable..."

"Were you involved in the Scorch Fury?" Borlog asked.

"Yeah," the old man smiled heartily at Borrog, "I didn't expect that there are very few veterans who are still alive these days."

Bologo really wanted to say that he was actually a member of the veterans, but the other party would not believe it if he said it, and it was not so necessary. As for the fact that there are very few... This is true. With the blessing of the years, the soldiers who joined the army back then All of them are considered centenarians, and basically belong to the grave.

"Time is great."

The old man praised, "It turns the city into scorched earth, and it turns the scorched earth into a city. It dilutes all the sorrows and forgets countless dead."

"It's just that there are some things that time can't obliterate."

Bologo continued the old man's words and said, "You may forget it under the influence of time, but it will always remember you in the torrent of time, until the fateful moment comes, and it is like a gunshot, alerting you."

The old man fell silent, thoughtful, while Bologo looked ahead, and suddenly said, "Your friends are all dead, and no one bet with you on such a boring thing. What do you want me to do?"

Seeing that his plot was exposed, the old man was not embarrassed, but just laughed hoarsely.

"Sorry, I thought about it so hard that I came up with such a way to open the topic," the old man said, "I don't mean any harm, I just see you are very familiar."

"familiar?"

"Yes," the old man looked at Burrog's side face, "you are very similar to a comrade in arms when I was young."

Burrog looked at the old man, and in his eyes, Burrog could easily see the emotions that could not be hidden.

"he died?"

"Ah."

"It's about you?"

"Probably...I feel guilty for him."

The old man didn't dare to look at Bologo again, and turned his head to look at the lake in front of him.

"I used to be a proud person, but then I found out that I was a complete coward. I thought time would make me forget all this, but like you said, even if I forget it, it remembers me."

The old man covered his face in pain, while Bologo suddenly stretched out his hand, moved away the old man's hand, and looked at his bloodshot pupils.

This time, Bologo saw familiar marks on the cheeks that had been slashed by the years.

Borogo recognized the old man, and then he laughed and murmured, "That's not a phantom."

"That was real, it wasn't a phantom..."

The old man didn't understand what was wrong with Burlogo, but his laughter grew louder.

Stopped abruptly.

Bologo slumped on the bench, his confused thoughts remained, but his eyes became clear.

"When you look back on the past, does it feel like it's another life?" Burrog asked, "As if it wasn't your story, but someone else's."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and said affirmatively, "Yes."

"Like it's not me."

The old man said, and suddenly asked, "But isn't that me?"

"Yeah, it's all part of our lives."

Burrog stood up suddenly, and he reached out to the old man as if to shake his hand.

"Don't think about the past, let what has happened, let it happen, don't sink in the memory, but..."

The scenes that happened before flashed in front of Bologo's eyes, he whispered.

"Do better."

do better!

The old man raised his hand in bewilderment, and Burrog grabbed it, and Burrog called to him joyfully.

"I forgive you, Dennis!"

Dennis froze for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes.

……

In the empty bedroom, a slender crack bloomed out of thin air, and then it was completely torn open, forming a huge crack that ran through the courtyard. In the twisted space, a heavy stone slab smashed through the floor, shattering the glass coffee table. It stirred up swirling air currents and messed everything up into a mess.

Leviathan slowly walked out of the crack, and then the winding crack closed. He sat swaggeringly on Boluogo's sofa, raised his feet, and looked at the stone slab he had brought back from the ethereal realm.

Start scroll.

Leviathan lifted the golden mask on his helmet, and the moment the pitch-black particles came into contact with the outside world, a repulsive force from the material world suppressed him, and he didn't resist, just looking at the faded picture scroll on the slate.

"Before everything started, a group of immature children met guests from the sky deep in the forest."

Leviathan suddenly started talking to himself.

"The guest said, I can fulfill one of your wishes, but this requires exchanging your most precious things.

The first child said he wanted supreme power.

Even with supreme power, the guest said, you will still die.

The second kid wants absolute violence so he can crush those who have bullied him, even power can come from the sword.

The guest asked him back, there are always some things that cannot be obtained by the sword, such as life.

For this the third child said that he wanted to acquire the power of usurpation, so that he could usurp power, violence, life from others.

The guest asked him, when you take away everything, will you be satisfied?
Fourth child, fifth, sixth...

The children put forward one wish after another, but they were all refuted by the guests one by one. It seems that there is no perfect wish in this world.

So the guest said..."

Leviathan closed his eyes, as if he could hear what the guest said at that time, the indifferent tone without the slightest emotion.

"Then give you my power to make your wishes come true."

When Leviathan opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the broken coffee table, reaching out to touch the cold stone slab. He looked towards the end of the stone slab, the ending of the scroll.

"The children said, take these things, O guest of heaven.

So the guest got what he wanted, but only then did the guest realize that there was another child who didn't make a wish, and he just stood there, crying.

The guest asked him what he was crying for, and the child said that he was saddened by what his blood relatives had done, and despaired of the dark fate the world would bear.

The guest asked him, son, what is your wish? He thought for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, and made his wish to the guest. "

Leviathan's fingertips caressed the faded, blurred figure, and the child's voice echoed in his ears.

"He made a wish to gain the power to end the evil of his own blood."

Countless pictures interspersed and retrace in Leviathan's mind, and thousands of thoughts collided and burned with each other.

Leviathan's figure began to squirm, turning into a dark school of fish and disappearing from the place, leaving only the echo of booming words.

He said.

"Therefore the eighth man consecrated himself, and set fire to the world against the devil.

Scholars named the picked up fireworks the Alchemy Matrix. "