Endless Debt

Sere's movements were very deft. Even though he had never served as an executioner in nearly a hundred years, he still pulled out Medi's internal organs with great skill.

The wound on the abdomen was like a bloody mouth. Along with the spasm and pain of the body, the bloody organs were vomited out.

Sere raised his hand to weigh Medi's entangled intestines. They were like several balls of wool, tied into knots one after another. After pressing a few times, Sere roughly stuffed them back. .

Medi gritted his teeth. No matter how strong his perseverance was, under such torture, his spirit still fell into a weird trance, and his already pale face became even more pale, like a piece of cold snow.

"Do you have anything to say now?"

Sere asked while scooping up blood from the container and splashing it on Medi's body casually.

Even without sucking it through his mouth, the blood just fell on Medi's body. Like dew under the midday sun, it quickly evaporated and was absorbed into his body.

Also nourished by blood, the horrific injury on Medi's abdomen was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. But just when it was about to completely repair the wound, Sere stabbed out the hook again, gently pulled it, and once again tore open a shocking hole. The scars and squirming organs are crumbling.

Medi opened his mouth wide, and a silent whistling sound came from his dark throat. He seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by severe pain. He could only gasp for air instinctively to relieve the pain.

Seeing that Medi seemed to have something to say, Sere thought that his torture was effective. He released the iron hook, left it in Medi's abdominal cavity, scooped up the blood, and soaked his forehead.

Sere asked, "What are you going to say?"

Medi breathed heavily, and it took him half a minute to try to calm down, and raised his head, his hazy eyes full of mockery.

"What am I going to say? God, I have so much to say."

Medi laughed hoarsely, "As I said before, I am a nobody, and you, you are a sinful legend, the savior Sere!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed excitedly, and his crazy smile pulled at the wound. Medi coughed violently again, and as his body trembled, blood gurgled out of the wound.

"I know what you did, how should I evaluate it... You are a complete coward, aren't you?"

Medi stared into Sere's eyes without hesitation, "Don't make any messy excuses, even a bystander like me can read the bad character and the incompleteness of your soul from those historical events. "

Sere's eyes changed slightly, Medi did not repent, but laughed at himself, but Sere did not continue to torture Medi, but listened quietly.

"You are afraid of your father and his power. At the same time, you are afraid of taking responsibility and paying the price of disobeying power. Therefore, you are willing to degenerate and become a mindless weapon, letting your father and the night The king fiddles with it.”

Medi laughed. Before he was converted into an undead by the regent, he was a scholar obsessed with the study of history. After arriving in the Land of Eternal Night, he spent most of his time recreating Eternal Night. The history of the empire, and the almost unknown history of betrayal was also clearly recorded from the mouth of the regent.

"I know, I know, you hate this kind of life, but you have absolutely no courage to resist. You actually need the sacrifice of a woman to have the courage."

Medi's voice became evil and soft, "I guess you haven't mustered up the courage at all, right? You are just using the anger generated by her death to use that anger to numb your spirit for a short time so that you forget your fear. What—until it finds you again.”

The corners of his mouth were grinning forcefully, Medi's exaggerated smile, as if he was an out-of-control mental patient, "I'm right, Sere, if you really mustered up the courage, all this would have been over long ago."

"The reason why you didn't completely destroy the Night Clan is that the killing has caused you to vent enough anger and hatred, and... you don't dare to face him."

Medi frowned hard, the smile on his face not diminishing, "Yes, it's that simple. You don't dare to face him, the source of all tragedies. You only dare to kill some useless people and attack everyone." Man declares, Behold, I, Serei, have courage.”

"Now, you're back."

Medi showed a deliberately shocked expression and said in disbelief, "Have you mustered up the courage yet?"

Sere did not speak or take any action, but the backs of his clenched hands with bulging veins told everyone that if Sere had not forcibly maintained his sanity, Medi would have been a corpse at this time.

"Oh...it doesn't look like it."

Medi shook his head in disappointment, "Then why are you here? It can't be to catch up with old times, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Medi suddenly remembered something. He looked excited and asked tentatively, "Her? Your daughter? Did something happen to her? Could it be..."

Medi did not continue talking, but laughed wildly. Medi guessed that for a person with a very distinctive personality like Sere, his every move was so good at judging that he almost put himself at risk. The purpose is written on his face.

A reason that can make a coward walk out of the nest, Medi has understood this plot countless times.

"What are you waiting for?"

Seeing that Sere was still trying to control his anger, Medi couldn't help but asked, "Why don't you kill me to vent your anger, so that you can use your anger to cover up your cowardice."

"I would have killed you before I did it again."

Sere slowly let go of his hands, and the raised veins subsided one after another. He rubbed his forehead in distress and laughed at himself, "But before I came here, I had already suffered a lot of ridicule. What you told me I'm a little tired of hearing this."

"Stop wasting time!"

Suddenly, Boluogo's voice interrupted the attack between the two. He inserted himself between the two, separating Sere and Medi.

"I don't have time for you to ridicule Serei. Likewise, Serei, I don't have time for you to prove whether you have courage."

Boluogo looked at Medi expressionlessly, explaining like a machine, "You mocking Sere is not inconsistent with the fact that we want to extract the information we want from you. You can continue to curse him. Non-stop.”

The standing iron branches swayed and receded one after another, and the dazzling array of torture instruments also returned to their original form of snake scale liquid.

Interrupted by Boluogo, Medi looked at Boluogo unwillingly. After enduring the burning pain in his body, he tried.

"Oh? You put away all the torture tools. Are you planning to break me psychologically?"

"No."

Boluogo shook his head and put on black gloves for himself, "I didn't put away the torture instruments."

He added, "I am an instrument of torture myself."

Almost at the same moment when Boluogo finished these words, Medi clearly felt that the burning pain in his body quickly doubled, as if there was a fire burning under his skin, trying to burn him into a corpse. Blackened empty shell.

Medi's eyes widened, and as he groaned in pain, he saw strands of fire jumping out of his throat as if he were hallucinating.

"Berogo Lazarus, I...I remember you too."

Medi shouted intermittently, "I also know your past."

"My past is not a secret."

Boluogo told the truth. He trusted the Bureau of Order's ability to keep secrets. At the same time, he did not underestimate the enemy's ability to collect intelligence. In addition to his own key intelligence, he also covered everything from his past experiences to what he likes to eat. Whatever type of film he likes, Bologo has always done it with a sense of openness to his enemies.

Maddie yelled, "Oh? What about you to her?"

The uncontrollable burning sensation subsided, and Medi was secretly happy that he had hit Boluo Ge's sore spot.

"From this point of view, you and Sere are really similar. You both lost the most important person to you, and you found your way back, but it was too late. Don't you feel guilty?"

Medi gradually changed in Boluogo's eyes. He lost his sharp teeth, pale skin, and blood-colored eyes. With his words, Medi's appearance became closer and closer to the one in Boluogo's memory. The important face...

A cold chill bloomed from Medi's chest, followed by an increasingly intense pain. Clusters of gray and cold iron flowers bloomed from Medi's chest, covered with bloodshot threads and fragments of flesh and blood. Chips, and after a strong reaction with the metal, make a sizzling sound.

"How...how could you?"

The familiar face disappeared and turned back to Medi's sick look. He looked at Bologg in disbelief. He couldn't understand why Bologg was so decisive. It was clear that Sere had been faintly trapped in it just now. Feel it.

Medi guessed, "You are really a cold-blooded person."

"No, this has nothing to do with being cold-blooded. Sere and I do have some similarities, but we also have one very different point. That is, I learned lessons from past experiences and completely changed myself, while Sere still remains. In place."

Boluogo controlled the iron flowers with precision. They rotated slowly, like several overlapping blades, slowly and cruelly cutting Medi's flesh into pieces.

"Another point is that she is dead. If she is dead, she is dead. She will not appear in this world again. Anyone who does things under her banner can only be an enemy who blasphemes the deceased."

Boluogo controlled the blood in the container and poured it on Medi's body, causing him to heal himself at a high speed while also inhumanely destroying his body.

"Tell me, is this your secret power?"

Boluogo asked curiously, "By understanding other people's past, and then using words as an aid, we can conquer the hearts of others little by little. In terms of lethality, this secret energy works too slowly, but in terms of obtaining information Speaking of which, your secret power can almost be activated without attracting anyone."

This time Medi was really shocked, "Can't I hide this from you?"

"Normally, I really don't notice..."

There was a glimmer of light in Boluogo's eyes, and the next moment, the complicated alchemy matrix was mapped on Medi's body surface.

The mutation brought Medi a fear far beyond torture. If torture was just a physical sensation, then the changes in the alchemy matrix were entirely due to unknown fear.

"What...is going on?"

Medi didn't understand that he clearly didn't fully activate the alchemy matrix, but it not only ran on its own, but also showed a starting phenomenon.

"It's nothing, it's just that I broke through the critical moment of your soul and controlled your alchemy matrix. Any changes in the ether in your body will fall into my perception."

Boluogo closed his eyes as he spoke, concentrating on feeling the feeling of completely controlling others. This is an extremely wonderful experience. His own alchemical matrix extends outward, like a vine, wrapping, swallowing, and dominating Medi's alchemical matrix. , until Medi becomes an extension of Boluogo's body, controlling him as if he were his own limbs.

Under the infinitely narrow tendency, the power becomes sharper and subdivided to the microscopic level. In addition to the changes in the ether, even the surge of Medi's blood is under the observation of Boluogo. Boluogo also realizes, If he concentrates more, even the life-sustaining organs of Medi will be under his prying eyes.

So how about further subdividing it? Subdivided down to the so-called soul level.

Boluogo thought like this, and as his power deepened further, Medi's expression froze, and then became distorted in pain. He seemed to be experiencing an extremely cruel torture, which far exceeded Sere's atrocities. That happened The cruelty deep in Medi's heart, the only thing left in his soul.

The massive amount of ether was like cancer cells eroding the human body, rushing through Medi's body, breaking through obstacles, and finally opening an unobstructed path for Boluogo.

Borogo saw it.

In the darkness of his field of vision, he saw a rising blue glow. Countless lines were woven together in specific trajectories, like a circuit board, forming a wonderful ritual structure and a miraculous converter.

Without any means, Bologo intuitively spied on Medi's alchemical matrix.

"No...no, no, no, I'll tell you everything!"

Medi screamed uncontrollably. When Boluogo spied on his alchemy matrix, a strong sense of uneasiness swept over Medi's mind. It was a fear that far exceeded the boundaries of life and death, and was like a fear engraved deep in his soul. Trembling instinct.

He shed tears in horror and disappeared into the pool of blood beneath him.

Boluogo completely ignored Medi's screams. Instead, he was immersed in his new discoveries like a morbid scientist.

Now, Boluogo has completely glimpsed Medi's alchemical matrix. If Boluogo has the knowledge of Aimu, he can completely copy or even deconstruct Medi's alchemical matrix.

"What am I thinking about?"

Boluogo blamed himself and immediately asked, "Aimu, can you see all this?"

"I can."

Aimu responded, relying on the secret energy and the overlay of the heart, she shared the senses with Boluogo. What Boluogo spied on the alchemy matrix was naturally reflected in Aimu's eyes.

"This is a great discovery, Boluogo."

Aimu exclaimed, "You can rely on this ability to spy on and crack the enemy's alchemical matrix, and explore their alchemical matrix technology from the root."

"Is this what scholars think? It's totally different from me."

Aimu asked back, "Otherwise, what are you going to do?"

"I was wondering if I could force him to use secret energy by controlling the alchemical matrix."

Almost at the same moment when he proposed the idea, Boluogo controlled Medi to make the action he wanted.

Medi raised his hand in pain. It was obviously his own limb, but now it didn't belong to him at all, as if his body and mind had been absolutely betrayed.

No one cared about Medi's happiness and anger. Only Boluogo opened his eyes and looked at Medi expectantly.

In the tears of despair, the alchemy matrix on Medi's body burst out with radiance, and the strong ether reaction rose and roared. Just as it resisted the peak, it quickly declined again.

A subtle cracking sound that only Bologg and Aimu could hear was heard.

Medi's body quickly withered a bit, and the expanding ether reaction also returned to death. Until there was no more ether fluctuations in his body, Medi's whole body seemed to have been drained, and his head hung down, as if he was dead.

Aimu asked, "What's going on?"

"It's nothing," Boluogo said calmly, "I didn't control the strength well, which caused his alchemical matrix to collapse."

The alchemical matrix is ​​an important existence engraved in the soul and reflected on the body. Under the protection of Moment Soul Critical, any force that can attack the alchemical matrix can be regarded as a fatal blow to the soul.

Boluogo was not sure whether the so-called soul would be damaged, die due to attacks, or undergo some other changes, but he was sure that it was feasible for him to force others to use secret energy by manipulating the alchemy matrix.

It's just that Boluoge can't figure out for the time being what use this power has in actual combat. After all, an enemy who can be controlled by Boluogo to this extent is probably no different from dead.

But from Medi's encounter, Boluogo realized another thing. He could use this power to directly cause the collapse of the enemy's alchemy matrix. This might kill some troublesome things, or destroy some. Things are completely powerless.

Boluogo scooped up another handful of blood and sprinkled it on Medi's body, imagining further applications of his ability in his mind.