Endless Debt

The land of eternal night is at the core of the angry sea. The storm surrounds the island, but it does not touch the land. The rolling rain clouds do not block the sky, but leave a corner of light so that the sunshine can shine. Spread to the earth.

Palmer lay sprawled on the ground, enjoying this rare sunbath. After resting for enough time, he slowly got up and looked around with squinted eyes.

Rest and recovery work after the war is always full of boredom and tediousness, not to mention the Land of Evernight incident involving multiple forces and various terrifying entities.

The original royal city has been wiped out by successive battles, leaving only a vast expanse of ruins. The ruins on the periphery still have a vague appearance. At the core, the masonry has been completely melted into molten material by the high temperature and cooled. Then they stuck together, just like the cooling magma after a volcanic eruption.

The ground was rugged and bumpy, with a few scattered figures walking on the cooling objects. They were the logistics staff of the Bureau of Order. Shortly after the battle, they took a ship and gathered at the Clerks' house. Under the protection of Hua Zhe, he passed through the angry sea storm.

Several employees with the Whirlpool Gate logo on their uniforms were busy in another open space. They were from the Observation Tower Department. If Palmer guessed correctly, the location they were working on should be the Butcher's Pit.

The original mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood were first assimilated by the plague of flesh and blood, then torn apart by the etheric realm, and then struck by light. All the flesh and blood creations there had been evaporated, leaving only a piece of blackened ground. Knowing why those people chose this place, they laid the foundation and built a winding door from scratch.

Once the Winding Path Gate is established, Palmer can go home and rest comfortably, and more logistics staff will be able to use this road to clean up this terrifying battlefield.

"Ah...it's so long..."

Palmer hugged his knees and sighed deeply. Although the operation only lasted for one morning, he felt that he had experienced a trench war that lasted for several months, ranging from mindless bloodthirsty to all kinds of extraordinary beings. Disasters, evils of this world, and even the devil himself were encountered.

If this were written into the file, this operation alone would more than double the thickness of Palmer's file. Of course, his entire resume would also be full of gold. It's a pity that these miraculous experiences, Due to the confidentiality agreement, he could not brag to more people, which made Palmer feel a lot empty inside.

The shadow covered Palmer. Palmer looked at the shadow and squinted, "Are you done?"

"Not yet. The Land of Eternal Night is very big, and there are many underground facilities and the like. We need to search them one by one."

A familiar voice sounded, it was Xinda. Shortly after the battle, she slowly woke up. She felt particularly guilty for being in a coma for the entire decisive battle... although she couldn't do anything even if she stayed awake.

In order to make up for the feeling of indebtedness in her heart, Xinda took a short rest and used her hunting skills to hunt down the remaining night tribesmen who fled into the shadows with the subsequent landing staff.

The aftermath of the battle continues, but it has nothing to do with Palmer.

"Then come on!"

Palmer raised his fist to cheer for Xinda.

After she left, Palmer moved back, leaned on a raised gravel, and stretched out as much as he wanted.

Near the ruins of the royal city, the skeletal Bode was standing there leaning on a spear. He did not hide the power of his glory. For this reason, some of the logistics staff who had just arrived would be scared to death by him.

Indeed, anyone would be startled by a skeletal undead standing here carefree, let alone a high-ranking Glorious One.

But... they should be afraid not only of Baldur, but also of the group of strange things in front of Baldur.

Rows of weird undead people with different shapes stood in front of Bode. They were all members of the Undead Club, the rare soldiers of this war. They took on most of the pressure for Boluogo and others. Fight endlessly with thousands of night tribes and bloodthirsty people.

Some of the undead were unlucky enough to be brought into the etheric realm, while others stayed in the material realm to continue fighting. After the battle, Bode called them together, stood in line, and called their names one by one.

Oh, by the way, Scott was first in the front row.

"Count!"

"……two three four……"

Before the battle started, Sai Zong handed the member list to Bode and checked it briefly. Most of the members who were still able to move were here. The other part were either in the long resurrection stage, missing, or Due to a certain coincidence, he ushered in complete death.

After a while, an undead man ran over from a distance carrying a heavy door panel.

The royal city has been completely reduced to ruins. Let alone a door that can be opened and closed, there is not even a complete wall. For this reason, Bode specially ordered an undead to go to other cities in the Land of Eternal Night to find one. Door down.

After inserting the door panel into the ground and checking that the door could be opened and closed normally, Bode inserted the key to the winding path and opened up a familiar darkness.

"Okay everyone, thank you for your hard work, you can go back to sleep."

Bode clapped his hands and called everyone back to the Undead Club.

The second undead person in the first row took the initiative to carry Scott. After saying hello to Bode, he took the lead in getting into the door of the winding path, followed by the second and third people. Everyone lined up in an orderly manner. , just like a well-disciplined army.

Other staff members all cast strange glances at this place. You must know that this kind of scene is not common in their short lives.

After sending away all the undead, Bode took a breather, but within a few minutes of resting, Bode started moving again and walked towards the wilderness outside the ruins of the royal city.

Palmer asked, "Bode, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to look for Weier. Who knows what she has reincarnated into again," Bode said without looking back. "If it reincarnates into a starfish again, it will be in big trouble."

"oh……"

Palmer repeated again, "Then come on!"

Bode's figure disappeared at the end of the horizon. In the distance, the field staff could be vaguely seen chasing something. Fuzzy ether reactions came from further away, and sporadic battles took place on the edge of the Land of Eternal Night.

A breeze blew by, and Palmer felt cold. He rubbed his arms vigorously, raised his head, and looked at the blue sky above his head.

The dark iron curtain has been hovering over the land of eternal night for a hundred years. Even if the Origin Tower collapsed and the ceremony was canceled, there is still a large amount of dark clouds accumulating under the influence of the etheric vortex point of the Angry Sea.

After a brief rest, Vonn rose into the sky again. Also ascending with him were the high-level sublimation practitioners of the Clerks family. This time they did not engage in battle, but guided the direction of the wind, bit by bit. Blow away the clouds and gradually expand the blue hole.

This time Vonn seemed to be a good father. He had just had a brief exchange with Palmer to confirm that his son was still alive, and then he joined the work. He did not force him to do anything as Palmer suspected. Pull yourself in too.

Palmer was tired enough today. He just wanted to find a warm place to sleep quickly. The Land of Eternal Night was extremely cold and humid. If he stayed there for a long time, he felt that even a condenser would get rheumatism.

"Speaking of which, won't you go with them?"

Palmer noticed that the undead were almost evacuated, and he shouted to a small tent set up nearby.

At this time, the staff had already formed a queue in front of the small tent. Everyone rolled up their sleeves and looked nervous and full of uneasiness. Although the instructions from their superiors were absolute, no matter how loyal the staff were, they could not help but feel anxious now. I doubted the correctness of this order.

"Next……"

A hoarse voice sounded from the tent. The employee at the front of the queue covered his arm and left with a slightly pale expression. The employee behind him reached into the tent with a worried look on his face.

A few seconds later, the employee clearly felt that there were fangs biting his arm, sucking his own blood. It was an extremely strange feeling. The blood flow speed accelerated, and a strange flowing sound echoed in his ears.

The person in the tent smacked his lips and commented, "Hmm... the taste is just so-so, I can give it seven points, what do you think?"

"very."

"Why? His blood is obviously very thick. Didn't you drink it out?"

Another voice became angry, "It's great that someone donates blood to you. Not only are you not grateful, you are still picky!"

"Hey, why don't I try to lighten the mood? Look at how nervous they are."

Sere reached out and grabbed the arm of the next unlucky person, a young female employee with a tense expression and a very fast heartbeat.

At just the first glance, Sere knew that this was a new person. He kissed the back of her hand in a gentlemanly manner and bit down along the cyan veins.

"Woo!"

The girl let out a scream.

"Huh? Wow," Sere let go and pulled her hand in front of Olivia, "Try it. The young man's blood is quite good. It's so healthy. It's genuine."

"Control yourself!" Olivia cursed, "She's about to cry!"

The girl's eyes were covered with mist, she gritted her teeth and tried not to cry.

Just as Sere guessed, she was indeed a newcomer. She had just joined the Bureau of Order not long ago, and she was full of ambition and passion.

Under the emergency mobilization of the Order Bureau today, she and a large number of staff crossed the roaring sea and came to this mysterious land of eternal night. She was ready to sacrifice, but who knew that when she landed At that time, everything seemed to be over.

There was no fatal battle, and no weird anomalies. The only job assigned to her by her superiors was to line up to donate blood to two pure-blood Night Tribes.

If what I perceive is correct, one of these two Night Clan members is a Glory One and the other a Fortress Defender. For a girl, these may be extremely powerful beings, not to mention that they are still Night Clan members.

Wait a minute, aren't we here just to fight the Night Clan? Why did you donate blood to the Night Clan again?

The girl didn't know what was going on, and just like everyone else, she joined the blood donation team in a daze, allowing these two pure-blood night tribes to enjoy the buffet. With your help, the two of them transformed from the charred mummies just now. It looked like it had grown flesh and blood in the blink of an eye, and was alive and kicking.

"Next! Next!"

Sere shouted excitedly, his emotions had been at a high ever since he witnessed the Night King's destruction.

Another arm reached into the tent, and Sere frowned. The visitor's skin was a little dry, and there were large and small scars, as well as fine hairs. Compared with the previous delicacies, this was simply unpalatable.

Fortunately, Sere is not a picky eater.

“I reckon he’ll score three points at most.”

Sere took a deep breath, and when he opened his mouth to bite, he quickly raised his arm, grabbed Sere's throat, and pulled him out of the tent.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

The sunlight hit Sere, and he screamed hysterically. In the chaotic light, Sere saw the face of the visitor clearly, and his expression became stiff.

"Next...good afternoon, Nathaniel."

Nathaniel looked at the burning Sere and sighed, "You are actually still alive, Sere."

Sere showed a slightly embarrassed smile, and then Nathaniel threw Sere back into the tent. He fell to the ground and rolled quickly, extinguishing the flames on his body.

"Everyone, disperse and do what you should do," Nathaniel dispersed the blood donation team, "Don't you see that this Night Tribe is full?"

Nathaniel turned around and said, "Why, are you so happy today?"

"Of course," Sere wrote in big letters on the ground, "I finally got rid of that nightmare, how can I not feel relieved?"

Sere sat up, "Speaking of which, Nathaniel, you should be happy too, right?"

Nethaniel fell silent, looking away from Sere's body and looking at the rugged and ferocious ruins of the royal city.

"Holt was seriously injured. He may be disabled and have soul scars," Sere sighed. "It is indeed a pity that a brand-new Glorious One's period of strength is so short, but..."

Nethanil looked at the sky above the ruins of the royal city. A figure stepped on the suspended gravel stairs, waving his hands casually like an orchestra conductor. Then a tearing scream came from the earth, and the cooled molten material collapsed one by one, forming The tons of boulders seemed to have escaped gravity, breaking free from the shackles of the earth.

"But you have gained a new Glorious One," Sere sighed, "An immortal Glorious One."

Nathaniel squinted his eyes, and the figure was against the light. All he could see was a dark silhouette.

"It's more than that, Sere."

Nathaniel suddenly said, "He is not only an immortal Glory, but also our overlord who belongs to the Bureau of Order."

overlord?

Serei was stunned by this word. Even though he had been away from the world for a long time, Serei also knew that usually this word only refers to one person in the extraordinary world...

The scarlet pupils widened a bit, and Sere came back to his senses at this moment, looking at Nathaniel in shock.

"You...succeeded?"

Sere's mind went blank. When he looked at the figure in the sun, Sere never thought that he was still burdened with such a mystery, and that he was always under his nose.

Nathaniel did not respond to Sere's words, but left him with a meaningful smile.