Endless Debt

"The moment of decision..."

Sai Zong savored this uncertain word, and his eyes tightened on Leviathan's golden mask. In the pure golden luster, Sai Zong could see his cruel reflection.

"Oh, is that so?"

Sai Zong's sight seemed to penetrate the barrier of the space suit, and he easily glimpsed the essence of Leviathan, its sticky, evil, and dark essence.

The nature of chaos.

Sai Zong asked, "Did you do all this just for this illusory possibility?"

"No matter how slim the chances of winning are, you still have to give it a try," Leviathan leaned against the wall and said nonchalantly, "If you refuse to try even if you try, what's the difference between just admitting defeat."

Sai Zong said with great anticipation, "I hope I have the opportunity to witness that scene."

Leviathan gave an affirmative promise, "It will definitely happen. After all, all the devils should be present at the final decision."

A relieved smile appeared on Sai Zong's face, but then the smile became slightly bitter. At this time, he looked at the door in front of him, and an inexplicable emotion arose spontaneously. He wanted to move forward, but All the muscles, bones and even instincts in the whole body are resisting.

Sai Zong... no, Samuel, the sin of wrath, he was afraid to bear the high price after he stepped through the door.

That is not a driving force such as original sin, but all the logic and survival instincts buried deep in the bottom of all consciousness.

"I'll do it."

Suddenly, Leviathan said, "After you deal with the Night King, I will kill you with my own hands, take away the authority you have, and strip away Samuel's power as well."

He ruthlessly announced his evil plan and unfolded the cruel grand blueprint before Sai Zong's eyes.

"You and your master, you will be the first player to be eliminated in this great dispute, and then the arrogant morning star. I will find a way to dim him forever, and then one after another. Blood relatives..."

Leviathan slowly opened the golden mask, and in the turbid darkness, an eternally young face emerged, and his deep eyes looked at Sai Zong.

"In that not-too-distant future, at that moment of great decision, I will take away the power of all my blood relatives and become the only winner."

Sai Zong has heard these terrifying words countless times, so he was not surprised at all and just continued what Leviathan said.

"It is also then that my Master and I will find eternal peace."

peaceful.

After a long period of time, Sai Zong finally realized that as long as the devil's power is still there and as long as this great dispute has not ended, the so-called peace will never come. All he can get by trying his best is to take a nap. A brief moment of silence.

Yes, the devils are like this, they hate and attack each other, and they are also afraid of one family being the dominant one. They obviously have the power of gods, but they fall into this hell again and again.

Sai Zong was tired, and so was his master. It was a difficult choice to make, but in the end he did it.

"Hir," Saizon added, recalling King Solomon's name, "may I call you that?"

Hill smiled and said, "Of course, Hill, King Solomon, Jealousy, Leviathan, and names are just references to a certain thing, and my essence will not change just because of the change of title."

Sai Zong stared at Hill, at the great scholar, and at the same time at the mysterious devil.

He saw that under this heavy space suit, what was sealed was the essence of darkness and chaos. Two thoughts... countless thoughts were entangled together, separated, condensed, and separated again in the changes of chaos.

Like an illusion, the chaotic darkness was like a mirror, reflecting Sai Zong's face, and then thousands of faces kept flashing back and forth in it. With the residue of vision, the faces gradually overlapped. It's like a huge computer is analyzing the facial features of all humans and calculating a child of humanity that combines all the features.

The scene freezes, and Sai Zong sees what the Son of Man looks like.

Seeing this face, Sai Zong suddenly understood everything. All the previous doubts were perfectly filled in, completing one or two of Hill's plans.

"Samuel put his self-consciousness into a long sleep and gave me the use of authority, so I became like this, a state between the devil and the chosen one."

Sai Zong withdrew his hand. Apart from being surprised, he couldn't help but feel shocked and...expected by Hill's crazy idea.

"And you, Hill, did you use this method to control the power of jealousy?" Sai Zong said in disbelief, "A bet, a bet with the devil."

It is not a transaction between blood contracts, nor is it a replacement between the devil's consciousness... Hill knows that once his consciousness is replaced, he will no longer be Hill, nor the so-called King Solomon, but a brand new one. of Leviathan.

The isomer incarnates the devil, like a puppet, still driven by the original sin of jealousy.

So Hill made a bet with Envy.

A bet with the devil.

Sai Zong didn't know the content of the bet between Hill and Envy, but from what he was doing now, Sai Zong could guess a little bit, and he couldn't help but worry about it.

"Once you lose..."

"If you lose, you lose," Hill interrupted Sai Zong. "If you lose, it will come to an end. Let this dispute that tortures the world be completely ended. The souls of the world will worship the only king of devils and the leader of all evils. .”

Hill raised his hands as he spoke, as if he really wanted to surrender to the leader of all evils who did not yet exist.

Sai Zong said, "You are really a complete tyrant, you actually have to make decisions for everyone."

"Everyone? I have never considered everyone, don't think of me as too great, Sai Zong," Hill confessed, "What I did was never a great idea like saving the world or rescuing human souls. "

"what is that?"

"Revenge, take revenge on the devil," Hill smiled, "and save the world at the same time."

Sai Zong shook his head. Even after knowing so much, he still was not optimistic about Hill. "Unfortunately, the winning or losing of this bet is not decided by you."

Hill suddenly took a step forward, and his voice gradually became distorted. The young voice overlapped with the muddy roar, as if the two dominant consciousnesses of Hill and Jealousy were speaking to Sai Zong at the same time.

"But equally, winning or losing this bet has nothing to do with jealousy itself, right?"

Sai Zong was silent for a long time this time. He suddenly remembered what Hill said when Hill invited him to join his plan for the first time a long time ago.

From the beginning, Hill had no absolute certainty that Sai Zong could act according to his will, but he still did it. Hill's explanation for this was that he liked to gamble and was obsessed with betting all his chips on human nature. above.

Now, Sai Zong can somewhat understand Hill's stubbornness and risk-taking.

"goodbye."

Sai Zong no longer wasted time and was no longer attached to this place. He walked into the door without looking back. After a brief twist, only Hill was left in the room.

The smile on his face faded and turned into an absolute coldness. Hill took bloated steps and sat on Sai Zong's throne made of swords.

This is a bet that uses human destiny as a bargaining chip, and it is an ordinary soul that determines the outcome of the bet.

Hill straightened his sitting posture, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the door and fell on the battlefield in the land of eternal night.

Just when Hill was about to be completely immersed in the majestic emotion of the impending storm, bursts of strange noises caught his attention. Looking to the side of the darkness, he saw a wheelchair moving at an extremely slow speed. Sitting there was an old man who shrunk beyond recognition.

Hill didn't know his name, but remembered what he was called within the Club of the Undead.

Hill was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed uncontrollably. One second he was depressed by the changing situation, and the next second he saw this absurd scene. Maybe life is full of black humor like this.

"Why, I am old and immortal, you also want to participate in the carnival?"

The old immortal did not respond. He had been speechless many years ago. His withered hands struggled to fiddle with the wheel at an extremely slow speed that could not be detected by the naked eye. It was not known how long it took him to push himself here.

Hill sighed deeply and wiped away all the pretentious emotions in his heart. Like a friendly passerby, he pushed the old immortal's wheelchair and sent him to the hell behind the door.

…

Sound, blood, death and resurrection.

With the intervention of the undead army, the majestic ether concentrated in the Butcher's Pit, and as the ether concentration continued to increase, the reality in this area became increasingly fragile, and even the core of reality collapsed.

Arcs and sparks continued, and large ice crystals formed on the ground in violation of the laws of physics. The undead were completely unaware of these supernatural phenomena. Or maybe they were, but they didn't care at all.

On the edge of the Butcher's Pit, on the raised boulder petals, after the undead people shared the pressure of the battlefield, Boluogo and the others felt at ease.

In fact, Boluogo and the others also wanted to join the torrent of killing, but after observing from a distance, they found that the fighting style of the undead was very wild. Except that Boluogo, who was also an undead, could withstand this intensity, Others simply didn’t last long.

Seeing such a strange scene for the first time, Xinda sighed repeatedly, "It's so crazy. Are they not afraid of getting hurt at all?"

The undead had not fought for too long. He was completely devoted to this carnival, tearing the enemy's body to pieces, or being torn apart by the enemy. The pain of the sword slashing on the body made them burst into tears of excitement.

Sere said, "They are the immortals. They are not even afraid of death, so how can they be afraid of getting hurt?"

The battlefield was like a meat grinder, with all kinds of scarlet juices splashing.

Xinda's face turned pale, "Then what's going on with this wild laughter?"

"Although I really don't want to admit it, many undead have such quirks," Sere said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "masochism. They are obsessed with pain. It seems that only the real reaction of the body can make them numb. Realize that you are truly alive.”

Xinda didn't know how to evaluate it, so she could only frown and look at it all.

"So," Palmer looked at Serre suspiciously, "do you have masochism?"

"No, not at all," Sere said forcefully, "The only bad habit I have is alcoholism."

As they talked, the sound of shattering glass became clearer and louder. The core of the Butcher's Pit had completely collapsed into a glorious gray. Under the influence of massive ether, the material world had overlapped with the etheric world, and relied on it. With the distortion of reality, the dark void created by the Night King has become stronger and stronger.

The turbid darkness rose high, like a giant creeping thing that swallowed up all the light. Many undead people disappeared into the darkness, and then many undead people charged towards it in revelry, just letting them slash and release as they pleased. Power can never affect the darkness and nothingness at all.

Boluogo speculated that it was a force of annihilation, enough to ruthlessly obliterate all powers that could be quantified and recognized.

The bloodthirsty and the heartless were rolling in the wave of the undead, and a small number of night tribesmen were chopped into pulp at the moment of contact. In the crazy battlefield, Boluogo saw a tall figure waving a thick weapon. The sticks smashed each figure into blood.

"Wait a minute, what is that."

Boluogo noticed the appearance of the thick stick. Although he could not see it clearly, its outline overlapped with something in Boluogo's memory.

After a brief moment of recollection, Boluogo shouted out loud.

"Scott!"

Palmer frowned, "Scott, who is that?"

Sere squeezed over in surprise and followed Boluogo's line of sight, "Ah? Scott, is this the Scott I know?"

"What kind of Scott can there be other than that Scott?"

Boluogo rarely showed such a crazy look, but the surprises these undead brought to him were so full that he was simply frightened.

Scott. In addition to Sere and others, this is another permanent member of the Immortal Club. His immortality is very special. It is more of a curse than a gift.

From the stories told by Sere and the information obtained from Belphegor, we know that Scott is a famous adventurer who has opened up many unknown worlds and has a major impact on the entire world.

But as time went by, Scott couldn't help but grow old. For this reason, Scott made a wish to Belphegor to obtain immortality. Belphegor fulfilled his wish and turned his body into an eternal stone sculpture. From then on, he was no longer affected by the sword of time. Likewise, Scott was forever imprisoned in the stone, screaming silently in despair.

Sere once suspected that Scott's story was false and that he was just a stone sculpture that was moved for decoration, but now he has joined in the carnival - albeit in a passive way by being wielded as a weapon.

Weier shouted, "Scott is so fierce!"

In the hands of the undead, Scott was like a dark whirlwind. His strong body smashed several heads in one breath, soaked in blood and glowing with bright red color.

The undead stood up and roared. He liked Scott's handy weapon. It was heavy and strong. It was perfect. But before he could get any closer to his happiness, a terrifying howling sound sounded, and the sound waves spread among the undead crowd. A clearing was opened.

Carol appeared, covered in blood. She was now covered in injuries, her arms were broken and drooping, and her immortal armor was also full of cracks and on the verge of being broken.

Carol flew directly towards the undead, and the horrifying sound waves followed her. The undead blocked Scott in front of her, but in the face of the furious blow of the Glorious One, this defense seemed too fragile.

After an earth-shattering roar, the undead body shattered into fine blood foam inch by inch. The bones were exposed and then shattered into hundreds of pieces. However, the statue of Scott standing in front of him was as solid as ever. , Carol's fatal blow couldn't even leave a scratch on the physical surface.

Everyone just watched blankly as the undead fell. Scott was stuck in place like a tombstone. A few seconds later, he was pulled up by another undead, and half of Carol's body was crushed with a heavy hammer.

Wei'er sighed faintly, "Looking at it this way, Scott's immortality is quite strong..."

Boluogo nodded silently. He never imagined that he would witness it in this way.

While a few people were watching the battle leisurely, the bloody battle was still going on. Endless bloodthirsty people and night tribesmen poured into the Butcher's Pit. As the war gradually became more intense, many high-level night tribesmen also appeared on the battlefield. At the same time, the darkness The void is also expanding further. At this time, even if Boluoge wants to join the battle, he can't help but feel at a loss.

Suddenly, the core of the Butcher's Pit suddenly collapsed. The ether here condensed too much, and finally broke through the limit at this moment.

Burlogo warned, "Watch out! It's starting to overlap here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the overlapping area in the Butcher's Pit further expanded. Many undead were swallowed into it and fell into the ether to continue fighting. The darkness and void also surged again under this influence.

The bright light cluster is like a slow explosion. It is firmly and slowly engulfing the material world step by step until everything disappears in the pure light.

At this time, Boluogo couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He must know that the area where the Land of Eternal Night is located is the existing ether vortex point. Now another ether vortex point is being born under the call of the undead, and the two merge. Together, it is enough to drag the entire royal city into the ethereal realm in an instant.

Boluogo is not worried about fighting in the etheric realm. What he is worried about is that once he falls into the etheric realm, the Night King's power will break through the restrictions of the oath and shackles, and be completely liberated.

The evil in this world is the darkness of annihilation.

From the beginning to the end, Borogo never faced the Night King in his complete form. He was chased to such an extent just by the power he revealed, not to mention that the arrogant Morning Star never showed up.

what to do?

If you want to prevent the two realms from overlapping, you must evacuate the accumulated ether. In other words, Boluogo needs to disperse this undead army, but once the undead army leaves, the battle situation will once again be controlled by the disobedient royal court.

Boluogo said solemnly, "I'm trapped in an endless loop..."

Just as Boluo Ge continued to look sad, the mighty power of several glorious ones came from high in the sky. He raised his head. On the other side of the dark iron curtain, the advancing storm was like a giant, gradually breaking through the envelope of dark clouds. Although it was blocked by the nature of the angry sea, The barrier has been reduced a lot, but the rudiments of the airflow can still be seen.

In the dark clouds, the Glory Ones were constantly fighting. It was Vonn, Holt and others who were fighting against the Regent.

Different from these old things, they are actual glorious people in battle order. Their horrified etheric reaction pulls the ether between heaven and earth, adding fuel to the overlap between the two realms.

Boluogo's heart completely sank. He understood that he had no ability to prevent the invasion of the Ether Realm. At this time, he looked at the Butcher's Pit. Under the surprise attack of the undead army, this place became the main battlefield. Cheers and cheers.

A strange buzzing sounded in Boluogo's ears, and the light group in front of him, supported by the massive ether, further narrowed the distance between reality and illusion.

"Fall back!"

Boluogo shouted, controlling the petals of the boulder beneath him and moving outward.

In the same moment, reality seemed to be shattered, familiar scenes distorted and deformed, and an unfathomable force poured out from an unknown dimension.

Another strange atmosphere filled the bloody battlefield. Electric arcs flashed in the air, like meteors in the night sky. Frost rose from the ground, as if the dead world was resurrecting, covering everything. The hurricane roared, and the sound was like hell. Howling, tearing apart the order of the real world.

Boluogo led everyone to avoid the expansion of the light group, but the undead people did not shy away. They were given eternal life. No matter how deadly the environment was, it had little impact on them. They only cared about the killing in front of them. , sacrificing blood and flesh.

Under the overlap, space is no longer static, it is undulating, as if it is a piece of crawling skin, sometimes bulging and sometimes sinking. Objects that were thought to be indestructible are as fragile as sand in front of it, ruins, corpses, Even the earth was deformed and twisted under its influence, and then turned into nothingness.

The radiant light reflected the monsters' figures into pitch-black ferocity. Among the fallen corpses, the flesh-and-blood plague had been fully nurtured. Under the nourishment of the ether, the extraordinary disaster, the Eternal Corruption, erupted, and the broken addiction The Bloodies swallowed the brown spores and stood up again.

The ether suddenly rises, and the heaven and earth are turbulent.

The sky seems to have turned into a huge picture scroll, constantly changing images, darkness and light are intertwined, strange textures emerge from the clouds, like some kind of mysterious runes, or totems of unknown creatures, and the ether is scattered into stars all over the sky. Wandering in the sky, like a ghost in the night sky, emitting a cold light.

The light group continued to rise, like a wave, and even the giant who stood tall on the sky was gradually submerged by it. But on the broken wall and ruins carried up, the flag bearer still waved the flag stubbornly, and the dwarf blew the sharp bugle. Voice.

Before the overlapping points spread further, Boluogo successfully led everyone to evacuate to a safe area. At this time, looking into the Butcher's Pit, the expansion of the overlapping points has been contained to a certain extent, but the overlap between the material world and the etheric world is no longer possible. reverse.

The surrounding areas outside the Butcher's Pit have all been affected by overlapping effects, and the reality of the entire royal city is sliding uncontrollably toward the etheric realm. In this disaster, darkness and nothingness slowly rises. Through the increase of ether and the loss of control of reality, The Night King's power is breaking out of his prison little by little.

"New problem, this damn Night King, how should we solve it?"

Boluogo swung his sword to cut off the head of a bloodthirsty person. Now their location has been noticed by these monsters. The ether amplified everyone. Even the flesh and blood plague contained in the bloodthirsty body was strengthened, and the overflowing The blood was filled with powerful activity, squirming crazily in mid-air.

"I don't know, at least get rid of these guys first!"

Xinda continuously pulled the trigger, and each of her shots could crush a head. However, with the spread of the extraordinary disaster, the Eternal Corruption, her killings became in vain.

Boluogo looked at Sere, hoping that the Night Lord could do something, but he just stood beside Olivia, looking solemnly at the spreading darkness.

Sere said, "He is recovering."

Along with the collapse of reality, a huge and heavy curtain of darkness is rapidly spreading around, like a waterfall, pouring down from the invisible stairs.

Under this wave of darkness, all sounds were swallowed up, and only silence prevailed.

The loud noise of the orchestra soon disappeared, replaced by an oppressive, suffocating silence that was more unsettling than any noise, just as Bologna and others had faced before.

Sere suddenly said, "Maybe this is the difference between Aisha and me."

Boluogo looked at Sere in confusion, not understanding what nonsense he was talking about at this time. Sere ignored it and continued, "I was born undead, and she was acquired. From the beginning, my life has been Beyond the bonds of death, Elsa is different.”

Sere's eyes shone as if he was enlightening himself, "Yes, for me, immortality is a normal state. I have become accustomed to this state, and may even be a little numb.

But Aisha is different. She was originally an ordinary person, with a deep fear of death. She may often think about the finite nature of life, and feel regretful and helpless about the shortness of life... That's why Aisha is so precious and cherishes life. The beauty of the world. "

Sere felt sad for his slowness. If he had woken up earlier, maybe everything would be completely different.

Boluogo remained silent. He was too lazy to comment on Sere's thoughts. Boluogo didn't like to be trapped by the past. You must know that the past has already happened. No matter how much you torture yourself, you can't change anything. But the future is different. The future is not yet. happens, you have ample opportunity to do better.

"Olivia, it may be a little late now, but I still want you to know that I have understood a lot of things because of your existence."

Sere moved his body, and when he looked at Olivia, a smile finally appeared on his serious face.

Olivia said with disgust, "What are you talking about?"

"Some... some inappropriate exclamations, you know? Elsa once said to me that you are the gift she left to me, the link between me and the world. At first I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but now, I more or less Somewhat understood.”

Serei's tone was calm, even a little leisurely, like a lazy chat in the afternoon, which was completely different from the tense atmosphere at the moment.

"You are my link, the bridge between me and this world. I can still see the shadow of Aisha in you. You are the proof of her existence and the shackles she uses to restrain me."

Sere apologized, "I apologize to you on behalf of Aisha. She used you and your existence to restrain me."

Olivia's face was livid, she didn't want to discuss this matter, even though she had known about it a long time ago, but these things had never made Olivia question Elsa's love for her.

"Speaking of it, only in this way can an escaping undead be full of love and motivation for this world."

Boluogo listened to Serei's emotion, and he understood what Serei meant. Boluogo had experienced similar things before.

From the beginning to the end, Sere had no lofty goals, let alone any lofty ideals. When he betrayed the Eternal Night Empire, it was just for Aisha, and now he left the Undead Club and appeared here just for the sake of Austria. Livia.

Sere never loved the world, but when the people he loved lived in this world, Sere would reluctantly show kindness to the world.

After the exclamation ended, Sere's expression became determined, and his voice was serious, like an instruction that could not be refused.

"I will contain the Night King. How to destroy the Dark Iron Curtain in the future is your business."

After saying that, Serepin stretched out his hand, and the dagger stabbed into the palm of his hand slowly and firmly, opening a deep gash little by little. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Serepin raised his arm and let his blood pour down.

Before anyone else could realize what was going on, Boluogo and Olivia had already realized Sere's intention.

Boluogo asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, at least now," Sere smiled and became serious again, "So hurry up! Before I regret it!"

Boluogo said no more. Every minute and every second in the past was a waste of Sere's efforts.

"Let's go to the Origin Tower!"

Bologo pulled Palmer, then motioned for the others to follow him and jumped into the sea of ​​people fighting below.

Olivia did not follow Boluogo immediately. She stood there and stared at Sere for a long time, as if she had gotten to know him again. This time, besides disgust, there were other emotions in Olivia's eyes.

Turning around and turning into a shadow, Olivia kept up with Boluogo's pace. At this moment, a sound broke through the air. Olivia raised her hand and firmly grasped the blood-draining dagger.

"This thing is of no use to me anymore, I leave it to you."

Sere's voice came belatedly.

Olivia finally looked back at the raised rock petals, and her body collapsed into a dark shadow, wrapping Boluogo and others in it, sneaking at high speed in the shadow of the battlefield.

Sere watched Olivia leave, and the slightly hot emotions in his heart gradually calmed down. Sere hadn't felt like this for a long time, as if he had become a good father, a hero... These words are really Out of tune with myself.

"Sure enough, there are some things you can't escape."

As Sere muttered, his blood spilled onto the ground and mixed with the bones and blood of countless dead people. The air was already smelly enough, and now the blood from Sere was added.

It spread slowly like invisible smoke until it completely enveloped the Butcher's Pit, and then the entire royal city.

After a while, the war became more agitated. All the night tribesmen who smelled the blood of Serre felt the same rage as the undead. However, this rage did not come from the influence of the devil, but from the influence of the devil. Hatred deep in the blood.

"Sere!"

The bloodthirsty roared hoarsely. They had no mind to speak of, and they did not recognize the existence of Sere, but the hatred from their bloodline made them all roar out the forbidden name.

"Sere!"

Screams filled with hatred resounded through the sky, and even the undead who were addicted to killing stopped. As members of the undead club, they naturally knew about the existence and origin of Sere. They were confused about the current situation and thought that The enemy was cheering for his own people, and they cheered for it.

"Sere!"

"Sere!"

The sound came like a roaring tsunami, sharp and hoarse like the scraping of a sword.

Sere spread his hands and accepted all this with a slight smile. The long-silent ether burst out again, and layers of scales protruded from under his robe, and then tore the delicate fabric, ancient and The cumbersome immortal armor covered Sere's whole body, giving him the distant and lasting power once again.

"Long time no see, father."

Sere's eyes flashed with scarlet light, and his voice was clear and loud.

The bulging dark nothingness condensed, and the huge shadow looked at Sere, and in the Origin Tower, the Night King struggled to stand up, and the shackles were stretched one by one, full of cracks, until the endless ether was completely crushed. The reality of this place.

Sere saw a wisp of pure and absolute darkness erupting from the Origin Tower. They were continuous and like a tide.

Once upon a time, facing this scene, Sere's heart was full of fear and uneasiness, but now, his mood was unexpectedly calm. Sere didn't know whether it was because he had finally become brave, or because he was everywhere on the cheering battlefield. Friends make him no longer lonely.

Sere only knew that the long-lasting dark fate should end today.

This day has finally arrived.