Endless Debt

"Fighting side by side with the devil is really a rare experience..."

As Boluogo spoke, his body twisted into a blurry afterimage. As if teleported, he disappeared from the place and suddenly appeared beside Beelzebub. The edge of the sword and ax flashed with dangerous aftertaste. The light, like closed scissors, twisted fiercely towards Beelzebub.

"You are really haunted!"

Beelzebub scolded that she had always faced Boluogo with a teasing attitude, but today, this guy was too much in the way.

The slender body split open, like a blooming flower. Beelzebub's flesh and blood body stretched in an extremely twisted way, like a sophisticated human anatomy exhibition. The original human shape was no longer at all, replaced by heavy The fleshy petals are stacked like flowers, and bunches of stamens are swaying in the core. They dance like snakes, and shoot out like arrows towards Boluogo.

Dots of red light suddenly appeared, with a dark luster. Boluogo tried to use the power of control to tear these flesh and blood, but with his strength, it was still a bit too reluctant to directly invade the devil's power and detonate it.

When his plan failed, Boluogo still forcibly controlled the clusters of swaying stamens, like Holt's secret power Amber, blocking their approach and slowing down their speed.

The metal fragments surrounding Bologo flew away like a torrential rain. Under the precise control and extreme acceleration of the control force, the firepower of the metal fragments was comparable to several machine gun positions. There was only a constant roar, and the stamens were on Bologo's body. One by one they were shattered before their eyes.

Beyond the blood mist, Boluoge approached Beelzebub. Beelzebub's face was no longer visible in the blooming flower of flesh and blood, but her disgusting laughter still echoed uncontrollably. .

"Shut up!"

Boluogo roared and threw his resentful bite. Under the guidance of the secret energy, it pierced the heart of the flower like lightning, breaking off clusters of stamens, and then penetrated out from behind the flower of flesh and blood.

Raising the saw ax high, Bologo split large pieces of flesh with the ax head, just like a gardener pruning branches. Every impact was accompanied by a shrill scream, which was frightening.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The brutal serrated blade repeatedly bit into Beelzebub's flesh and blood. Whether it was hard bones or soft internal organs, the moment the ax blade came into contact, it was crushed into fine blood. .

The resentful bite turned back, piercing the flower of flesh and blood again, and nailed it down from the air, pressing it firmly on the ice sheet. The scattered metal fragments also protruded from the flesh and blood one by one, piercing it again.

For a time, blood surged out like a fountain, dyeing the earth red, and reached Boluo Ge's feet.

Boluogo raised his hand with a cold expression, spread his fingers, and pressed down with his palm.

The power of control ruthlessly squeezes the flower of flesh and blood from top to bottom, like a huge, invisible hydraulic machine, compressing all materials it touches.

The pieces of meat exploded one by one and were crushed into soft meat. Cracks spread out on the surface of the ice sheet under the heavy pressure, until a flat circular area was directly sunk for several centimeters, and it was filled with blood.

"Keep going, she hasn't fallen down yet!"

Asmodeus's voice sounded from behind Boluogo, and the hazy black mist flowed like a tide.

Bologg's peripheral vision fell on Asmodeus's face. Once upon a time, this woman's expression was always a smile that looked down on everything in the world. She was cold, ruthless, and full of unbearable alienation, like a dream bubble. , but at the same time, her smile is so beautiful, with the most vivid temptation in the world.

Let the obsessed ones fall into the pool of bubbles one after another and drown.

Asmodeus is indeed the embodiment of pleasure. A glance or a smile is enough to arouse the most primitive instincts in ordinary people's physiology. But now, the charming smile on her face has disappeared, and the seductive and blurred eyes have become clear, as if from A sharp sword drawn from clear water.

The black mist turned into a blurry gauze skirt, outlining Asmodeus's charming body with graceful lines. The mist was a little slow, making it difficult to keep up with her pace. Her slender legs poked out from the black mist, white in the dimness. There was a faint glow on her skin, as if she was wearing a long skirt with high slits.

Boluogo's eyes were blank for a second or two. He had no desire for Asmode. He was just a little stunned. At this time, Asmode did not look like a witch of pleasure at all, but a witch of pleasure. The Valkyrie who steps forward.

The power of control broke out one after another. Under the guidance of Boluogo, round after round of invisible heavy hammers repeatedly hit the dirty blood. Each collision made a dull sound and the blood boiled.

"You are right about one thing, my blood relative." Asmodeus grasped a slender scepter from the black mist. "Whether it's you, me, or anyone else, we are all tired of this endless process. of strife and endless suffering.”

Asmodeus' voice softened, "It's time to end this. No matter we win or lose, you and I don't have the patience to endure it."

The black mist rolled and stirred, like an endless ocean of gas, expanding wantonly and swallowing everything around it, including the blood in that place.

This is Asmodeus's domain, the dark ocean she shaped.

In the vast mist, the smell of blood on the tip of Borlog's nose gradually disappeared, replaced by a pleasant smell, such as freshly baked fried chicken, the aroma of aged wine, expensive spices... Everything that could be considered in Borlog's memory The beautiful smell is present in the black mist at this moment.

Boluogo looked at the beautiful figure in front of him and whispered, "Is this your authority?"

The true form of each devil is the hateful tar, but in the same true form, the power of each devil also varies depending on the authority.

The authority of arrogance is the supreme, absolute and only power, while the authority of rage is the embodiment of rage and war that plunges everyone into bloodthirsty madness.

As for Asmodeus, her authority is less about pleasure than desire itself.

Among devils, Asmodeus is a relatively special existence. Her original sin and pleasure itself is enough to cover many desires. It is not only limited to overflowing and out-of-control erotic love, but also anything that can cause her own pleasure and satisfaction. , whether it is anger, arrogance, greed, etc., can be included in this.

The authority to release all desires.

The black mist expands and spreads, like a rising black storm. It not only covers the battlefield with Beelzebub, but also engulfs the surrounding scarlet sea. Like a black sandstorm rising from the ground, the black mist is still moving toward The broken mountain peaks approached, trying to include all the creatures within range.

Boluoge stopped where he was. The fog gradually began to fall, and everything in front of him became blurry, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

With every breath, he inhaled the cold and decaying breath in the black mist, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly strangling his throat, suffocating him, while his ears were filled with low roars, screams and cries.

Some unknown force twists and dances in the air. Every touch brings severe pain, as if a thousand sharp knives are slicing across the body. This pain is not a brief sting, but a deep pain in the bone marrow. The torture is unbearable.

Vaguely, a voice seemed to be asking myself.

"What do you long for?"

Boluogo stirred up the ether, and the strong ether repulsion surged in all directions, driving away the black mist and creating a vacuum. Asmodeus's figure, which was hidden by the black mist, became clear again.

"I'm here to help you," Bologo said decisively, raising his saw-axe and threatening him, "Don't do these tricks."

"Feel sorry."

Surprisingly, the devil actually apologized.

Asmodeus held the scepter with both hands and inserted it on the ice. Wisps of mist wrapped around her, like a black snake swimming in the air.

"I'm different from them. I can't control my authority well."

As Asmodeus spoke, a steady stream of black mist filled the air from under the scepter, like a huge curtain. Under its cover, everything became blurry and strange.

"What did you say?"

Borogo thought Asmodeus was joking.

"Every devil is bound by his own original sin, and I am no exception," Asmodeus explained simply. "My original sin has caused me to be a sentimental devil with seven emotions and six desires."

Boluogo does not deny this. He has seen many devils have incarnations in the human world and secretly control the direction of the world, but Asmode is the only devil who has almost completely substituted himself into the incarnation.

"Due to the influence of original sin, I have more humanity than other blood relatives, but it is also this humanity that makes it difficult for me to control all authority."

Asmodeus seemed to be afraid that Boluogo would not understand. She further explained, "Human nature is also a part of mortal nature. In the great sublimation, it should be eliminated. The more powerful the devil, the less affected by human nature." The more restraint you have, the more deeply you can control the power of authority.”

"To give a very simple example, Boluogo, there is a button in front of you. Press it and you will gain infinite power, but all mankind will perish.

what will you do? "

Bologg fell silent. This is a good example. It is clear and easy to understand. The more cruel and dehumanized a being is, the more decisively he will press the button. However, a mortal like Bologg will hesitate or even hesitate. A noble heart that refuses to push buttons.

Asmodeus will not be as noble as Boluogo and reject power, but because of the original sin full of emotion and desire, she will hesitate before the button, and even says that she will have the slightest pity for humans. This is what she and other devils The difference lies.

The button is the authority.

"I see," Bologg stared at Asmodeus's back, "Ever since Daisy Castle, I've felt that you don't look like a devil."

Asmodeus did not respond to Boluogo's words, but continued, "But it is not a good thing to completely eliminate human nature. For example, to a certain extent, self-awareness is born of desire, and because of desire, We have the drive to take action..."

"Once we lose all of our humanity, we will indeed control complete authority and have power beyond imagination, but at that time, we have also lost our self-will, or in other words, desire itself, and we are just a numb, powerful corpse. ."

Boluogo and Asmod said in unison, "It's like a secret source."

Asmodeus stopped talking. In the pile of rotten flesh that had been suppressed repeatedly, the flesh and blood slowly squirmed. Beelzebub's disturbing laughter sounded again, as if she had grown thousands of mouths, laughing at the two people's powerlessness and weakness. In vain.

"Do you think this can kill me?"

The rotten flesh was piled together, and in the pool of blood, Beelzebub's plain white body rose up again like diving and floating. She smiled, and her body was covered with countless blood threads, turning it into a long skirt.

Bolog's power of control was ruthlessly defeated by the devil's power, and the black mist swept away, making it difficult to penetrate Beelzebub's surroundings.

"How can you know if you don't try?"

Asmodeus raised his scepter and struck the ice hard.

In an instant, the black mist roared and rolled, and strange figures loomed in the black mist.

Those figures seemed to be born from people's fear. They were ferocious, huge, and carried a frightening aura. Until they broke through the fog, they seemed to crawl out of the abyss of hell and join the battlefield with their brutal posture.

The monsters rushed forward, their footsteps shaking the earth, as if they were about to crush the whole world.

As they charged, the surrounding environment also changed. Black mist rolled up like clouds, and lightning pierced the darkness from time to time, illuminating those distorted faces.

The thunder rumbled, like the roar of the gods, but it could not cover up the roar of the monsters. They stepped into Beelzebub's territory, wielded their fangs and claws, and tore her newly born body into pieces, but no matter whether they killed Beelzebub Thousands of times, the laughter still lingers.

Bologg calmly watched the confrontation between the demons. Previously, Bologg thought that Asmod's power was just a blur of overlapping hallucinations, but now it seems that her power is more than just an illusion. In this black mist, At the bottom of the shroud, she possesses the power that is close to making her fantasies come true.

Everything you think about is true, so all your desires can be achieved.

The hustle and bustle broke out, and Boluogo didn't slack off at all. He hid himself in the black mist and slowly approached Beelzebub.

Bologg has never seen the true form of Beelzebub's authority and power. As the original sin of gluttony, her external power has always been hunger and recovery. Bologg feels that Beelzebub's power should not be so simply In his opinion, Beelzebub's authority is more inclined to the meaning of life.

Eating, reproducing, and continuing one's own existence...

Asmodeus manipulated the black mist, imagining thunder and fury, and endless ferocious shadows. They crushed Beelzebub into minced flesh, but within a few seconds, these broken pieces came together and were reshaped. Out of Beelzebub's posture.

She laughed loudly, "What a weak attack!"

Boluogo gradually realized the gap between Asmode and Beelzebub. In front of the button of power, Asmode due to her own original sin and seven emotions, she would be attached to the beauty created by human beings and did not want those great craftsmen. Creation dissipates.

However, Bologo's recognition of Asmode does not mean that he is excusing Asmode. She is still a devil, but among the devils, she is slightly less harmful.

Asmodeus is also a cruel devil. She will satisfy her desire for emotional desires and create a series of human tragedies.

However, compared to Beelzebub's plan, Asmode is much more benevolent. Bologo knows that Beelzebub's plan for the kingdom of jelly in the Kogadel Empire.

"What a troublesome bunch of guys."

Bologo approached behind Beelzebub, and countless metal fragments were gathered together, as if a blacksmith had recycled them and forged them, reshaping them into cracked sword blades, floating around Bologo around.

Unknowingly, Bologe had grasped the core of light in his hands. When the devil could not be invaded, the fire sword was the strongest blow that Bologe could unleash.

Bologo's first priority was never to kill Beelzebub, but to force him back.

The sound of the scepter hitting the ice continued one after another, and the black mist became thicker and thicker.

Boluogo noticed that his senses were distorted and amplified, and every feeling became extremely intense. Visions, auditory hallucinations, and phantom pain were as if a big dream had come, and reality and illusion were intertwined.

Fortunately, this abnormality was fleeting, and Bologo woke up again. It seemed that Asmodeus was also aware of his intentions.

Fortunately, Asmodeus was forced to a dead end. If these two devils suddenly joined forces, Boluogo would have no chance of survival. The only chance was to look forward to the help of Leviathan, but when he thought of relying on That monster made Boluogo feel nothing but shame.

Under the guidance of the restraint of ether, an ether sword that kept shining was held in Boluogo's hand. Then, little flames seeped out from the clenched fists, and the extended flames enveloped the blade.

Suddenly, the black mist rioted, and iron chains stretched out from the darkness, like a swarm of snakes, tightly binding the bloody Beelzebub.

Asmodeus rushed forward, letting the surging blood threads penetrate her body. She swung the scepter vigorously, swinging it like a war hammer, smashing Beelzebub's head in one fell swoop, splitting it into pieces, leaving brains and blood gushing.

"Feel your original sin!"

Asmodeus cursed Beelzebub, and the black mist seeped into Beelzebub's flesh like poisonous insects.

A huge sense of hunger broke out in Beelzebub's heart. Asmodeus's power amplified Beelzebub's desire. An unprecedented strong hunger surged into her heart, as if countless worms were gnawing at her. The stomach bag urged her to eat.

Beelzebub's face turned pale instantly, and then a flaming sword pierced her back and out of her chest.

Bologo twisted the etheric sword, and the ether that ignited the blazing fire invaded Beelzebub's body. The raging fire burned away her internal organs in an instant, leaving only an empty shell.

The reforged sword blades thrust out and crisscrossed Beelzebub's limbs, locking her tightly like a cruel instrument of torture.

Asmodeus reached out and grabbed Beelzebub's throat, an unbearable desire bursting out of his clear eyes.

Desire to plunder.

Asmodeus whispered, "Now, who should take away whose authority and original sin?"

Regarding such variables, Boluogo had already predicted that Asmod was a devil. No matter how beautiful and seductive she was, she was still a devil. Once Beelzebub slipped into a weak position, she would definitely eat Beelzebub without hesitation. Bu, even a few minutes ago, she was almost eaten by Beelzebub.

This has nothing to do with power or original sin, but the desire buried deep in their hearts, almost engraved into their essence, hidden in the scarlet runes.

Bologo tightened his grip on the saw-axe. He would choose whose head to chop off based on the changes in the situation, but at this moment, Beelzebub's laughter became more harsh and sharp.

The cracked head drooped, and the bulging eyeballs looked at Asmode, his eyes full of sarcasm and disdain.

Suddenly, the twisted arm grabbed Asmodeus, and Beelzebub spoke.

"You shouldn't have made me so hungry."

Beelzebub's eyes lost all reason, leaving only the infinite madness caused by hunger.

In an instant, the cracked head expanded suddenly, and Boluogo saw only a scarlet shadow passing by, and then half of Asmod's body disappeared. She fell heavily into the blood pool, while Beelzebub chewed it. , making a scary sound.

Beelzebub was so accustomed to fighting with plagues of flesh and blood that many had forgotten.

She is Beelzebub the Gluttonous.