Endless Debt

The lost man named Nansen stagnated in his steps, as if he had hit an invisible wall, and then it was as if an invisible wire cut its body apart. During its short march, its body The body became torn into pieces, with debris and severed limbs flying.

But before it completely fell to the ground, many blood connections extended between the flesh and blood, like sutures, reconnecting the broken flesh and blood.

For this reason, an extremely strange scene appeared in front of Boluogo and others. The two states of death and recovery overlapped Nansen's body. The power of the defender gave it unparalleled speed and power.

The sharp claws that cut through flesh and blood were like sharp swords. Nansen relied on his instinct to swing the claws of death towards Boluogo. But just when the sharp claws were about to tear Boluogo's face into pieces, a series of crisp metal sounds came out. The sound sounded.

The glimmer of Nansen's immortal armor was completely extinguished. Dazzling sparks and arcs appeared out of thin air on the surface of the metal, like a machine that was overloaded and malfunctioning. Then cracks grew like vines on the armor until the sword bit with resentment. The tip tapped the armor lightly, and after a distant cry, the immortal armor collapsed.

Like peeled eggshells, the immortal armor covering Nansen's body was shattered piece by piece. Due to the collapse of the alchemy matrix, the extraordinary characteristics returned to the original mortal nature. The amplifying power it provided to Nansen also disappeared in an instant. Nothing left.

Nansen did not realize that something was wrong with the situation. Since a hundred years ago, its broken mind could no longer handle more complex matters. All that existed in its mind was almost primitive instinct.

Bloodthirsty instinct.

A piercing scream suddenly sounded, and iron branches poured out from Boluogo's sleeves and back. He was like a spider or octopus with its tentacles spread out. The intensive attack was like a sudden rain of arrows and bullets. In an instant, In a moment, Nansen was completely hit, and it was riddled with holes.

Without the increase and protection of the immortal armor, Nansen's power was greatly weakened. Even though it was a defender, the power conversion efficiency of the alchemical matrix, which was a hundred years behind, could not be compared with Boluogo.

Iron flowers bloomed from Nansen's body. At the same time, thorns and vines wrapped around his body in circles, locking his joints. The more Nansen struggled, the more thorny, blade-like thorns became. The deeper he sank into its body, until Nansen himself cut his own body into pieces.

"How many such heartless people are there in the royal city?"

Boluogo raised his hand, and the snake scales solidified one after another, completely locking Nansen in place like a coffin.

"There should be quite a few," Sere walked over slowly. "According to my guess, most of the members of the Guards will tend to go crazy after being thirsty for blood for a long time."

"Right now, the regent has not completely eradicated them. Instead, he has kept them in captivity and put on immortal armor. It seems that he has used the heartless ones as a kind of strength."

Sere stood in front of Nansen. The monster roared, and its scarlet eyes met Sere's. In an instant, a little sense of reason flashed in its pupils.

"Ser...Serre?"

Indistinct words sounded from Nansen's damaged throat, and the voice was as deep as the call of the dead.

Sere was slightly surprised and said, "Oh? Do you still remember me?"

"Sere!"

Nansen roared crazily. It used all its strength to try to kill Sere, but it only allowed its body to be cut apart by thorns. The entire left arm collapsed completely, the chest was completely chopped into pieces, and the head was twisted and dripping with blood. .

Boluogo watched silently. Even though his mind had long been broken, Nansen's hatred for Sere still existed in its bones. With a little fantasy, Boluogo could guess what happened that year.

The imprisoned Night Tribes endured the torment of blood thirst while cursing Sere with the most vicious words. They prayed for Sere's destruction and were willing to pay everything for it.

"Sere! Sere!"

Nansen could no longer speak complete words and could only keep roaring Sere's name.

Sere showed a troubled look. He was given a headache by the continuous roars. The glimmer of ether appeared under his scarlet eyes. Sere tried his best to suppress his ether reaction until he reached the absolute ether. Cover him and separate him from the world.

"Okay, okay, stop screaming."

Sere said, and hugged Nansen with a smile. Nansen opened his fangs and tried to bite Sere's throat, but as soon as it opened its mouth, all the strength in its body seemed to be drained, its eyes became hollow, and its pale body shriveled up. It went down, as if it had shrunk.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years, so we can be considered old friends."

Se Lei patted Nansen on the back, "If I had known, I would have killed you along with you, so you wouldn't have become like this."

Nansen slowly lowered his head and saw that the blood-draining dagger penetrated its heart. The cold metal gradually became hot, as if it had vitality. He sucked Nansen's blood in a big mouth and drained the forbidden immortal power from its heart. The body is completely drained.

Sere suddenly pulled out the dagger. Now it was full of blood, and the scarlet color was extremely full. He took a few steps back and signaled to Boluogo. Then Boluogo clenched his open palms and crossed them. The thorns stretched tightly, like intertwined sharp swords, completely smashing Nansen's shriveled body into slag.

After a triple strangulation with a blood-draining dagger, death metal, and silver, Boluogo checked and determined that Nansen had been completely obliterated by the two of them.

Sere stood next to Boluogo and noticed his pale face, "Are you okay? Boluogo."

"It's okay, it's just that destroying the immortal armor cost me a lot of energy."

Boluogo leaned to the side tiredly, closing his eyes tightly, trying to relieve the fatigue and pain in his mind.

Nowadays, through infinitely narrow specialization, Bologo can indeed forcibly control the immortal armor and destroy its alchemical matrix at the microscopic level, but this process is not easy. On the contrary, it consumes Bologo's mind. Extremely huge.

Sere stood aside, waiting for Bologo's adjustment. After a period of silence, Sere took the initiative to speak.

"Nathaniel said before that my father became a scourge in this world. To be honest, I don't believe this information." Sere shrugged. "I know his cowardice too well. He doesn't have the courage to fall. It will bring disaster to this world."

Sere's eyes fell on Nansen's damaged and withered remains, "But...but what if my father, the Night King, also suffered from blood thirst for a long time?"

Boluogo said doubtfully, "You mean..."

"Just as you think, the Night King also suffered from a broken mind during this long period of torture and became a heartless person." Sere thought for a moment, "The real situation may be worse, such as before a complete collapse. , he chose to surrender to the devil just to maintain the continuation of his life, thereby further degenerating and becoming a scourge in this world."

"Actively depraved? Becoming a scourge in this world?"

Boluogo's expression became serious. He knew what it meant to be a scourge in this world. He gave up all his soul, everything he had, everything he had, surrendered wholeheartedly to the devil, and became a puppet under his control.

"This is what the Night King can do," Sere put away the dagger and crossed his arms. "His persistence in immortality is far beyond your imagination."

Sere commented coldly, "Even if there is only a ray of consciousness or a tiny bit of cell survival, in his opinion, it will be the continuation of self-immortality."

"Why did it become like this?"

Palmer, who had been silent all this time, said, he couldn't imagine a person being so obsessed with immortality... At that point, could the Night King still be alive?

Similar examples, Palmer and others have seen in the Immortal Club, the eternally standing stone statues, the infinitely aging bodies... They all maintain an immortal posture, but what is the difference between that posture and death? ?

"Maybe this is the so-called obsession."

Sere glanced at Palmer and asked, "As a debtor, you should be very aware of the so-called weight of obsession, right?"

Palmer hesitated, but nodded in approval.

The devils represent different original sins, and their actions are also bound by original sin, like a constant forward inertia, which they cannot disobey no matter how hard they struggle.

The most obvious manifestation of this is the protection of the devils. While gaining powerful power, they will also be cursed by the protection, which stems from the paranoid inertia of original sin.

The more you desire, the less you get.

"Everyone lives for something, stubborn and uninterrupted," Sere commented coldly, "Even the devils are like this."

"But correspondingly, we can also infer the actions of the devils through the inertia of original sin."

Recalling his previous dealings with the devil, Borogo added, "Not only the devil, but also the debtor's movements, and even the protection given by the devil."

After figuring out the rules that bound the devils, everything became traceable.

Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly looked at Sere and opened his mouth to talk about the past, "I fought against the regent before. At that time, I was the one with the power, and I had no ability to confront him head-on, but he wanted to fight me. Let’s have some fair duels…”

"Then?"

"Then I won, and he left voluntarily," Boluogo said in confusion. "This is very unreasonable, isn't it? He clearly had the opportunity to get rid of me, but he did so under the guise of fairness."

"This is too unreasonable and counterintuitive, unless...unless it has something to do with his paranoia of original sin."

Bologg stared at Sere closely. At this time, Borogo realized belatedly that there were many secrets in Sere that he had not been able to dig out.

"What do you think about this? Sere."

Sere still had a smile on his face. He crossed Bologo and guided them through the maze-like sewers of the royal city like a guide.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the pipes, with a heavy echo that repeatedly hit the eardrums like waves.

"The source of the Night Clan's power is the Sin of Pride, a devil called the Morning Star," Sere whispered, "The Arrogant Morning Star."

"Correspondingly, just like the various protected persons you have encountered before, the protection granted to mortals by the Morning Star is also related to their original sin. This power is called the protection and arrogance barrier."

Boluogo stared at Sere's back, and a series of curse-like words emerged in his heart.

A glutton is eternally hungry, a greedy person is never satisfied, a slothful person is always on the run, a person of pleasure is eternally numb, a furious person has no peace, a jealous person can never ask for anything, and an arrogant person...

"Unlike other known protections, the protection of arrogance is reflected on ourselves all the time."

Sere's words interrupted Boluogo's thinking, "The protection will set a series of rules that will restrain ourselves and keep us proud. As long as we follow these rules, we will gain power beyond ourselves. "

He looked back at Boluogo, "It seems that the rules the regent has set for himself should be a fair duel."

Recalling the secret power of the Regent, coupled with the constraints of one-on-one duels, it seems that the many abilities of the Regent form a perfect closed loop. If it weren't for Boluogo's many special abilities, he would still be an extraordinary person. As for the dead, few people can come out of the Mirror Realm Duel alive.

Borlog shouted, "Then what rules have you set for yourself? Thre."

Sere stood at the fork in the road and paused for a while. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something, and then pointed to the left road with a look of surprise on his face.

"Go this way!"

He raised an eyebrow at Bologg.

…

In the deep corridor, Olivia was as usual, twisting herself into a dark shadow, jumping and moving between shadows. So far, Olivia's actions have been smooth. Although she encountered several waves of patrols in the middle, They didn't notice Olivia's existence at all.

Olivia's secret power is very good at sneaking. Although it is not very lethal, its survivability is enough to enable her to adapt to many harsh environments.

Going along the familiar road in her memory, Olivia knew that she was not far from the Origin Tower. This was good news, but the bad news was that as she got closer to the Origin Tower, the defense waiting for her would become stronger. Sen Yan, even said that he would encounter the existence of the Glorious One.

Olivia didn't know whether her secret power could evade the surveillance of the Glorious Ones, but now that she had come to this point, there was no chance of turning back.

Fear, worry, panic... Many complex emotions filled Olivia's heart. She tried hard to empty her thoughts and turned herself into a cold weapon, retaining only her only obsession.

Up, up...

Not far behind Olivia, Church followed her footsteps as always, but this time, after following for a certain distance, Church decisively stopped, while Olivia watched as Church In the middle, the farther you go, the farther you go.

Church grasped the intended gun tightly, and a tangled look appeared on his indifferent face. He was hesitating whether to help Olivia, but once he helped Olivia, he would inevitably be exposed.

Just as Church was thinking, a rush of footsteps sounded from behind Church, and several heartless people wearing immortal armor passed by Church. They were completely unaware of Church's presence, but I have already smelled the vague blood in the shadows.

Church knew it was too late.