Endless Debt

"So that coward Sere left like this. He hid in the Undead Club and wasted time. I don't understand what he was waiting for, waiting for the moment of the end of the world? Then he didn't even have time for these long boring years. It’s bearable, so why don’t you have the courage to take that step?”

Olivia's suspicions echoed in Boluogo's mind, and she was full of confusion and doubts. She asked Boluogo, trying to get some answers from his mouth.

Boluogo couldn't say anything. As an undead, he was still too young. He was young enough to be full of energy and expectations for the world, but he could understand Olivia's mood, and he could also understand some of Sere's pain.

"So, everything is going to die, right?"

As the memories flashed through his mind, Boluogo once again came to the night not long ago, when he and Palmer were strolling down the street, striding towards home.

Palmer seemed to have come back to his senses and asked curiously, "As big as the Rhine League, as small as a little person like me, we will all disappear in the torrent of time, just like sand disappearing in the wind. , and you, Borogo Lazarus, will always stand like a living tombstone."

"Probably, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Palmer didn't look at Boluogo anymore, but moved his gaze forward and murmured, "It just sounds lonely."

Palmer's inadvertent words were like a needle, piercing into Boluogo's heart. He suddenly had an indescribable feeling. No matter how he racked his brains to describe it, he could never find any possibility of explanation. Dream bubble.

"Bologo?"

The sound interrupted Boluogo's distraction, the blurred vision became clear, and a familiar face appeared in front of Boluogo.

It was Bologg's own face.

Bologg stood in front of the mirror blankly, blinking blankly. When the voice sounded again, Bologg remembered where he was and what kind of conversation he was having.

Looking at the other guy in the mirror who was working hard, Boluogo shook off his memories and asked in a clear voice, "Are you going to join me this time? Don't you need to conduct research on the project?"

"No, it's not like you can achieve a breakthrough in studying this kind of thing in a day. Besides, there are Baili and Mamo, so missing me won't have much impact."

Boluogo asked again, "Are you sure? Aimu, this operation is different from the past. There is no need for you to take risks."

“It’s just different from the past, that’s why I’m here.”

Aimu was sorting out the documents on the desktop and preparing to hand them over to others for processing. The busyness of the affairs had made Aimu a little out of breath. She began to miss the days when she went out in the field. Although there were many dangers, she could not cut them. During the time of hacking and slashing, it was quite relaxing and comfortable.

Bologor straightened his tie, "Oh? Why?"

Aimu said without raising his head, "I'm a little worried about you."

"Worried about an undead?"

"I'm not worried about your life or death, I'm just worried about your mental health."

"Mental health?" Boluogo was confused for a moment, then turned to look at Aimu, "Am I mentally healthy?"

Boluogo didn't lie. He really felt that he was mentally healthy, especially when he returned from the Hidden Land. The pleasure of venting violence and completing tasks made him feel good at that time. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

"Here."

Aimu lowered his head to examine the form, raised a hand, spread his palm, and picked at Boluogo, as if he was calling the puppy to come over.

Boluogo's confusion doubled. After buttoning his collar, he sat down opposite Aimu and put his hand on her palm.

"Then what?"

The glow of ether flickered in Aimu's eyes. The next second, Aimu's hands overlapped with Boluogo's. An inexplicable strange feeling rose from Boluogo's heart. It felt like there was something wrong. A foreign object penetrated into his body.

"The doctor is consulting, don't move."

Just when Boluogo was about to take back his hand, he found that Aimu had grabbed him further. Aimu lowered her head and picked up a pen to write and draw, as if she was really a doctor, writing a medical record for Boluogo.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It's been a while since Bologg went on a mission with Aimu, and it's also been a while since he was enveloped by the weird feeling of a double shadow in his heart. Although Bologg had already let down his guard against Aimu, this sudden sense of intrusion... It still caught him a little off guard.

"Check...check."

Aimu put down his pen and looked like he was meditating with his eyes closed. Under the fusion of their hearts, their thoughts would break through the limitations of their bodies and overlap and intertwine.

Closing his eyes, Aimu could see Boluogo's thoughts. It was a cold metal cube with sharp edges and smooth edges, revealing absolute rationality and indestructible solidity.

Bologg sighed helplessly and allowed Aimu to manipulate his thoughts. This was not the first time. Bologg was like a humanoid device. Aimu would do this every once in a while. Overhaul” yourself.

"Some problems may be easily ignored by you personally, but they are easily discovered in the eyes of others."

With this idea in mind, Aimu observed Boluogo's mental state from the perspective of others.

It's like a wonderful symbiotic relationship. Aimu is both Bologo's reliable blacksmith and a less professional doctor. She cannot cure Bologo perfectly, but she can point out Bologo's problems in a timely manner.

After a while of busyness, Aimu slowly let go of Boluogo's hand, his eyes full of doubts.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything wrong?"

Boluogo is an honest man and never thinks he will have any problems.

Aimu looked at Boluogo repeatedly, "No...but I think you do."

"Ah? What are you talking about?"

Boluogo wanted to laugh a little. As a researcher and scholar, Aimu could actually say such ridiculous things. This guy was just looking for trouble for himself...

After briefly recalling the matters related to Aimu, Boluogo confirmed that he had not provoked Aimu recently, so her purpose should be to go on field trips with him, but he did not say that he would not agree to her, so why did she react like this? fierce.

"It's not as complicated as you think. You didn't offend me, and I didn't mean it."

"How do you know I'm thinking..."

Before Boluogo finished speaking, he saw Aimu grabbing his hand again at some point, and the fingertips were intertwined and intertwined.

"Ah."

Amu had a sly smile on his face, and Boluogo exclaimed, "You are cheating!"

"Okay, okay, I just think there's something wrong with you recently, Boluogo."

Aimu completely let go of Boluogo this time, and the aura in his eyes shrank, as if he was focusing, "You are indeed normal, with sound limbs and a healthy mental state, but...but I just think there is something wrong with you, It was like a premonition.”

Boluogo spread his hands helplessly. There were some things that not only he couldn't see clearly, but also the people around him couldn't understand.

"Don't think about that, Aimu. Just solve the problem when it occurs. It's a very simple principle."

Boluogo picked up the resentful bite placed aside, drew his sword and checked the blade. The sword body, as dark as night, was covered with transparent colloid, and the Sword Shedding Oil was completely replenished.

The blade was sheathed, and Boluogo inserted it back into his waist, looking at the weapon on the other side with a complicated expression.

That was one of Boluogo's right-hand men, the Source of Sin Armed Forces, the Saw Axe. But what was different from the past was that this time, the Saw Axe was wrapped in layers of pale seals, with densely written words written all over it. There were strange runes, as if they were some kind of indescribable mysterious language.

In the corners that were not covered, the cold metallic color of the ax blade was exposed, flashing with an eerie light, revealing an ancient and evil power that made people tremble.

Facing this weapon, Boluogo felt inexplicably tired and sighed helplessly.

Aimu frowned and asked, "Can you put it away? This feels bad."

Although the Fusao Saw Ax has been sealed layer by layer, the violent killing intent is still vented mercilessly. It was a fierce and cruel killing intent, as if it was issuing an irresistible challenge to every life that dared to get close.

The surrounding air seems to be condensed by this murderous intention, becoming heavy and oppressive. Under long-term gaze, the observer may even hallucinate, as if blood has penetrated the pale seal, dripping and flowing, turning the originally cold metal hand axe. Dyeed blood red.

It was a palpitating red, symbolizing endless killing and terror.

Since the last time Sai Zong lost control, this weapon has become what it is now. It usually can only survive by drinking blood, but now it remains highly active even if it is not thrown into battle.

According to the staff who were in charge of the saw axe, they once felt that it should be classified as a contract object and thrown into the containment area.

In essence, this thing should be more extreme than the contract object. The contract object only carries the blood contract, and the Origin Sin Arms are fragments of the devil's power.

Boluogo originally wanted to return the saw ax to Sai Zong to prevent more killings and loss of control, but Sai Zong refused. He did not explain too much, but said that Boluogo would use it in the next operation. Get on it.

Like a bad prophecy.

Boluogo carefully picked up his right arm and stuffed it into a sealed box. This box was brought from the containment area. It can perfectly isolate the restlessness of the saw-axe, but if it continues to be so violent, , it is not certain whether it can isolate the murderous intention.

"It's time for us to go, are you ready?"

"certainly."

Aimu stood up and pulled out a suitcase from under his desk.

"good."

Boluogo walked around the desk and grabbed Aimu. The surrounding space began to squirm and the field of vision became dark. Amid Aimu's exclamation, the two disappeared directly into the office. After a few seconds, the field of vision became clear. Get up, and the busy winding path courtyard is right in front of you.

In front of the huge winding door, the team has been assembled. The leader is Holt and his team members. These people did not contribute much in the battle of the Hidden Land. Everyone is very angry. Rush to participate in this action.

Apart from them, it was Borogo's partner Palmer. Surprisingly, Church was also present. Since he was with Afia, Borogo felt that he had not seen him for a while.

Bologo greeted, "Good morning, everyone."

Everyone said hello to each other, and after a brief exchange, they were ready to leave the Order Bureau and get into action.

"Isn't the deputy director coming this time?"

Aimu looked around and found that Holt was the only one with glory.

"The deputy director is still recovering. He may not be able to recover in a while."

Bologg replied that he had not seen Nathaniel since the last time he saw him in the Undead Club.

Burlogo asked Palmer again, "How does it feel to be home?"

"I don't feel anything," Palmer searched around, "I just don't understand. Since we are going to raid the Land of Eternal Night, what are we going to do in Fengyuan Highland... Do you know the specific location of the Land of Eternal Night?"

Palmer asked Bologo, who shook his head, "I don't know, the files have deliberately concealed the specific location of the Land of Eternal Night."

"But since our first destination is Fengyuan Highland, then your father and Vonn probably know something...what are you looking for?"

Boluogo found that Palmer did not listen to him at all, but was searching for someone in the crowd.

"Olivia, have you seen her?"

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had not seen Olivia for a while, and she was not involved in this operation.

"Sorry, we're late."

Another voice broke into the conversation. Bologg looked in the direction of the voice, and a not-so-familiar face appeared.

"Hinda?"

Burlogo recalled her name.

"Yes, it's me."

Xinda smiled at Bologo, then turned sideways, revealing the team members behind her. The fifth group did not have many people participating in the operation, just like Bologo's special operations team, and the team led by Holt. In comparison, the fourth group can only be regarded as a handful of people, but they have several more carts, and there are ferocious hounds and falcons crawling in the iron cages.

"Let's get to know each other when we get there. It's time for us to go."

Holt, who was standing at the front, said loudly. He glanced at the dense crowd and couldn't help but sigh at the large number of people participating in this operation. After arriving at Fengyuan Highlands, the scale would only continue to grow.

Just like a war, it evolved from a local exchange of fire into a full-scale war.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in affirmation. After confirming all this, Holt turned and walked into the door of the winding path. His team members followed behind him, followed by several people from the fifth team, who comforted them. While looking at his animal partners, he pushed the cart with great effort and sent them one by one into the winding path door.

"The fifth group can track the blood of the Night Clan," Church, who had been silent, explained at this time, "They can be of great help."

Boluogo nodded, noticing the heavy black box that Churchti held in his hand. Bologger could guess what was hidden in the box.

No more nonsense, Boluogo took the remaining people and strode into the door of the winding path. After a feeling of stomach turbulence and nausea, they left the winding path and stepped on the hard and wet ground.

A strong cold wind blew against their faces, and raindrops hit their faces. Boluogo blinked hard, trying to see the surrounding environment clearly, but before his vision recovered, he heard the hoarse and sharp voice first. The sound of mourning birds.

Opening your eyes, the clear sky is no longer replaced by compensating clouds. Amidst the lightning and thunder, thousands of wind-eroded birds are hovering in the sky. On the distant coast, a large number of bloodthirsty people are running towards the Morrowind Stronghold. The clan's scarlet eyes flashed in it.

Boluogo was completely stunned on the spot. This familiar yet unfamiliar scene suddenly reminded him of the first time he came to Fengyuan Highlands.

He grabbed the confused Palmer and yelled, "Is this the welcome etiquette of Fengyuan Highlands!"

"How could I know!"

Palmer screamed as he looked at the burning Morrowind Stronghold.