Endless Debt

"soul?"

Listening to the old man's words, Melissa looked confused. In her world view, she did not yet have an understanding of the soul. She did not understand the preciousness of the soul, let alone its essence.

But during her conversation with the old man, Melissa could vaguely realize that the so-called soul must be something extremely sacred. It is far more expensive than blood, and can even be used to trade wishes and obtain the sun.

"Yes, if you gain something, you will inevitably lose something."

The old man gave her an example, "If you want to see the sun, you must sacrifice something."

"I...I do."

Melissa agreed without hesitation. No matter from any point of view, this deal was a good deal for her.

"Yeah?"

The old man had a look of disappointment on his face, "Sorry, your soul alone is not enough."

Melissa got a little closer to the old man, "What do you mean...?"

"Literally speaking, the soul is precious, but one person's soul is not enough to summon the sacred sun."

As the old man spoke, he took out a crumpled book from his arms. Melissa recognized this book. During the sermon in the church, the priest held such a book and announced the existence of the sun to everyone. .

He solemnly placed the book in Melissa's arms. Melissa opened the pages in confusion, and densely packed text was arranged on it. She had never been educated, so she naturally did not understand the so-called literacy, but with the thoughts in her mind Feeling a tingling pain in her heart, Melissa was surprised to find that the twisted words on the pages were actually stretching, and strange pronunciations sounded from her throat.

In just a few breaths, Melissa immediately understood these unfamiliar words, as if after years of education, and arranged the words one by one into sentences and read them in her mind.

"what happened?"

Melissa looked at the old man in front of her in surprise, and she understood that her abnormality must be related to him.

The old man just kept smiling, raised his hand, and gently put it on Melissa's shoulder. He said softly, "One person's soul is not enough to trade the blazing sun that purifies the world, but the souls of a group of people may be able to trade it." Shake the balance..."

Melissa realized in hindsight, "Do you want me to... let me persuade more souls for you?"

"No, this has nothing to do with me. I just provide you with a way to realize your wish. It's up to you how to do it."

As the old man spoke, he stretched out his withered fingers and stabbed Melissa's chest hard, with only a little flesh and blood separating her from the slowly beating heart.

"The time has come to decide, Melissa."

After saying these words, the old man seemed to have lost all his strength. His body leaned back weakly and fell into the damp and cold corner.

Melissa wanted to help the old man up, but found that he was no longer breathing, and his body quickly became cold, like a hard stone.

die.

Melissa had faced death many times. She thought that no matter how soft her heart was now, it would have become cold and numb, but now she felt her chest twitching slightly. Come with a dull pain.

Smoothing the old man's wrinkled forehead and covering his eyes, Melissa leaned against his body and opened the book in her hand. A series of prayer-like words came into her eyes. This was exactly what the priest had said before. .

Outside the prison, the blood tax collectors lingered uneasily. On the edge of the butcher's pit, corpses piled up in mountains, blood surged like streams, and pools of dried and solidified blood grew wantonly like clusters of scarlet fungi.

Devin was hiding in the shadow of the building, watching the changes around the Butcher's Pit with vigilance. Under the instructions of the Night Clan, the blood tax officials opened the heavy iron door and dragged one after another out of the prison. blood people, ordered them to stand in queue, and then escorted them to the depths of the Butcher's Pit.

The stench of blood filled the air from the depths of the Butcher's Pit.

Devin didn't know exactly what happened there, but he knew that the blood people and blood tax collectors who were escorted never came back. The roars of monsters and the miserable screams of people could be vaguely heard.

This is a hell, a hell with no hope of escape.

Devin knew very well that there was no difference between him and the blood people in the cage now. They would both go to a cruel death. The only difference was only the time.

But even so, Devin still felt pity for the situation of the blood people, and his heart was even more concerned about Melissa.

"Melissa! Melissa!"

When no one was paying attention, Devin lay on the narrow window. He called Melissa's name, but in the cold and deep darkness, no response came.

Devin was convinced that Melissa had not been taken out, and she should still be in prison... Of course, Melissa might have died in this crowded and humid environment. The lives of the blood people are so fragile and insignificant, just like Like withered weeds.

But Devin still did not give up hope. He kept calling Melissa's name. A clumsy plan emerged in Devin's mind. He tried to take Melissa to escape from this place, even if she was destined to die in this land of eternal night. Devin also hoped that he could die on the way to escape with Melissa, preferably on the edge of the angry sea, so as to have a glimpse of the sacred sun.

Yes, it's a thousand times better than dying in this cold place.

"German?"

A familiar voice sounded from the darkness, and then a pale little face emerged.

"you are still alive!"

Seeing Melissa, Devin's voice was full of surprise. Then, Devin looked around and thought about how to take Melissa out of here.

Devin urged nervously, "Melissa, remember, when the blood tax collectors come in to pick people, you can follow the crowd secretly. Don't worry, I will rescue you!"

"Escape?" Melissa hesitated and shook her head, "Sorry, I can't leave here."

"what are you talking about?"

Devin thinks Melissa is crazy, and if she stays here, the only thing left for everyone is death.

"I have other people to take care of and they need my help."

Melissa said and disappeared into the darkness. Devin stood on tiptoes and tried hard to peer into the dark prison. The blurred vision gradually became clearer, and an incredible scene came into his eyes.

The originally chaotic and crowded prison was unexpectedly harmonious at this moment. People were sitting on the ground in rows, shoulders close to each other, and there was no longer any fight between them.

Regardless of men, women, old or young, everyone looked pious, and their sincere eyes fell on Melissa. Melissa stood in the middle of the crowd, holding an ancient book in her hand, turning the pages, and she addressed everyone People preach.

"We will witness the blazing sun."

Melissa read the words on the book, her voice was neither high nor low, just enough for others to hear her words clearly. To German ears, these were extremely ordinary words, but they seemed to have Like magic, it calmed all the listeners in the prison.

"But the burning sun requires firewood as fuel."

Melissa glanced at Devin and showed an apologetic expression, but she still kept talking.

"Soul, as long as we dedicate our precious souls and make self-sacrifice, then everything we dream about will become a reality."

After hearing this part, the believers raised their heads one after another. Some people could understand what the so-called soul was, while others, like Melissa, had no clear understanding of it at all.

But there is an absolute consensus in the hearts of all of them, that is, in this hell, the soul, like life, is not worth mentioning.

For this reason, it is not difficult for most people to sacrifice their souls.

Just like a bad choice and a worse choice, if they can escape from this bloody hell, let alone sacrifice their souls, even if they throw themselves into the arms of the devil, everyone will not hesitate, and even say that they will See the devil as the good guy who saves them.

"We will be redeemed."

Melissa took over the role of the priest and comforted everyone with her words.

Devin weakly moved his eyes away from the narrow window. He slowly sat down against the cold wall. Not far away, the blood tax collectors were starting a new round of selection. Farther away, the bloodthirsty people were The army is assembled and ready.

As if falling into a blurry dream, Devin felt his chest was heavy and tight, as if he was drowning and couldn't find a way out.

The rumble of thunder came from a distant place. At the edge of the dark iron curtain, two ethers clashed and tore apart until a huge crack spanned the sky.

Many night tribesmen noticed this. Behind the blooming scar, they heard the majestic sound of howling wind. The storm caused by Vonn and others was passing through the enchantment of the angry sea little by little, preparing to land. The land of eternal night itself.

The loud sound of the horn resounded over the royal city.

In the wilderness outside the royal city, Boluogo looked at the strict high wall and curiously asked Sere beside him, "What is this sound?"

Serei's expression became solemn and he responded, "This is the horn sound to mobilize the troops and prepare for war."

"Ready to go to war?" Boluogo hesitated and asked, "Are we exposed?"

Nowadays, the only ones who can wage war against the royal court are Bologo and others. However, since they penetrated into the Land of Eternal Night, Bologo and others' actions have been kept highly secretive, and it stands to reason that they will not be discovered.

"Olivia?"

Palmer on the side suggested cautiously.

"This is an order from the army. If Olivia exposes her traces, only a few pure-blood night clansmen will be enough. There is no need for such a large-scale mobilization," Sere objected, and a conjecture emerged in his mind. , "It's Fuen and the others. Didn't they say they wanted to attract the main force for us?"

Sere looked towards the end of the royal city. The pure black night gradually opened a ferocious hole, from which terrifying ether fluctuations were pouring into the land of eternal night.

Several people looked at each other, decisively accelerated their pace, and rushed towards the royal city.

"After so many years, I believe that my father, the Night King, is still bound by the shackles I left," Sere told Bologg while running, "But as you told me before In that case, I am not sure what kind of state the Night King is in now, and even if the shackles still exist, it is still unknown whether they can truly restrict him."

When he recalled his father, Sere's expression became particularly heavy.

Bologg's mood was as heavy as Sere's. For Bologg, the Night King was a being that only existed in legends. The closest he had come into contact with him was in the Hidden Land, facing Nessani. Your hunting.

According to Nathaniel, the Night King used the power of the etheric realm to break through the constraints of the material world and launched an attack on him. Bologger was not sure whether the Night King would repeat his old tricks and use this special method to avoid the enemy. Break the restrictions of the shackles and start a decisive battle with everyone in the etheric realm.

Once he falls into the etheric realm, Borrogo will inevitably face the Night King in his full glory, as well as the essence of the devils and the existence of the strange tars. But similarly, in the etheric realm, Borrogo's power of light, There will also be a full release.

"So our priority goal is to destroy the Dark Iron Curtain."

Boluogo sighed in a low voice, "Even though the Night King has become a scourge in this world, the blood of the Night clan still flows in his body, and sunlight and silverware are still extremely deadly to him."

Sere said, "They naturally know this, so our target, the Origin Tower, will be strictly protected."

Palmer interjected, "Why does it sound like the infiltration operation is about to turn into a forced attack?"

"With our little strength, are you sure it's feasible to attack by force?"

Xinda also became suspicious at this time, "The only high-end power is Boluogo, and this Lord of the Night Tribe...for a long time, he couldn't do anything."

Sere's expression became awkward. Xinda was right. The closer you are to the royal city, the closer you are to the Night King. Once Sere releases his power, with the connection between the blood of the Night clan, the Night King will discover Sere at the first moment. Ray's location.

Judging from what Sere has done in the past, Sere will become the target of public criticism the moment he is exposed. The next action will be a battle royale, let alone a strong attack.

Sere has only one chance to take action. Once he is exposed, it will represent the climax of the battle and an irreversible full-scale conflict.

"I know, but you have to know that we are not the only ones working hard now."

Boluogo comforted Hinda, and then his eyes fell into the distance.

As the ether gradually became louder, the scars in the sky became larger and larger, and bursts of cold howling winds came from the wounds. They mercilessly washed the earth, picked up the residue and ashes, and threw them high into the sky. above.

The bloodthirsty army began to move amidst the sound of horns. They pushed towards the edge of the royal city. According to the calculations of the Night Clan, that would be the location where the Song of Windfall would land.

In addition to the bloodthirsty, a large number of Night Clan elites stationed in the royal city were also mobilized. They were waiting for the moment to confront the enemy's main force.

The Prince Regent stood on the edge of the high wall. He picked up the wriggling shadow blade and stared in the direction of the wind with squinted eyes.

"What a generous act."

The Prince Regent sighed. He had thought about all the actions that Fuen would take after that, but he never thought that Fuen would launch such a grand offensive so quickly.

The storm was tearing apart the barrier of the angry sea bit by bit, and high-pitched ether reactions were rising from the rolling waves.

From that supreme power, the Prince Regent noticed a familiar etheric reaction, and he remembered the name of the visitor.

"Holt?"

After moving his shoulders, the Regent remembered this guy who had dueled with him in the Abandoned Land. He didn't expect that the second duel between the two would begin so soon.

Trick appeared next to the Regent, and he asked warily, "Are you going to meet the enemy personally?"

"Of course, they were targeting me."

After the regent finished speaking, he added another instruction, "Based on my understanding of the Order Bureau, they will definitely not just prepare a wave of offensive. Maybe enemies have already infiltrated into the royal city."

Trick's expression suddenly became tense, "I..."

"Don't think too much, just protect the Origin Tower," the regent said. "This is the only valuable and most valuable target in the royal city."

The ether in the body gradually became louder, and the regent gave the final order.

"Let those monsters out of the dungeon."