Endless Debt

The afternoon sunset hung in the sky, as if aware of the changes in the world. The light was no longer the usual warm golden color, but seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

The sun shines through the clouds and dapples onto the ground, mixing with the blood that has not yet dried up, shrouding it in a bloody and depressing atmosphere, whispering about the tragic events that just happened.

Boluogo was in the shadow of the street corner, sitting on a stone pillar on the roadside. At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes drooped weakly, showing exhaustion.

"If I didn't know what happened here, I would have thought you had been in a serious traffic accident."

Palmer stood next to Boluogo. He knew that this was a very serious scene, and he was also a defender. He should maintain the demeanor of a big shot, but when he opened his mouth, he still couldn't help but joke.

"Oh my god, Burlogo," Palmer frowned, "It's like you were run over by several garbage trucks, and all these drivers had hit-and-runs without exception. The forensic doctors will cry when they see you. "

Boluogo's rigid face relaxed slightly and he couldn't help laughing.

Heck, it's really hard for Borago to resist Palmer's fantastic metaphor.

As Palmer said, Burlogo looked as if he had just experienced a serious car accident. His clothes were in tatters and soaked with blood.

The face and exposed skin were also covered in blood, most of which had dried up. With every movement, it wrinkled and cracked, as if the skin had exploded due to sunburn, with pieces of reddish-brown powder falling off.

The whole person seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood.

Borogo looked miserable, but his enemy was even worse.

"Wow, this is even more unlucky."

Palmer looked ahead, at the huge carcass in the middle of the intersection, and asked, "Have you ever seen a beached whale?"

"I haven't seen it before," Boluogo shook his head, "What's wrong?"

"I saw it several times when I was a kid," Palmer said. "On the coast next to the windy highlands, a few stray whales would sometimes wash up. If they were found in time, they could be sent back to the sea. If they were found late, they would be sent back to the sea. It turned into a giant corpse bomb."

Palmer continued, "After decomposing for a period of time, some wonderful chemical reactions occurred inside the body, and then with a 'boom' sound, it exploded into a piece of rotten flesh."

Burlogo enjoyed his chat with Palmer, even if it was full of nonsense and devoid of any nourishment.

"So? Does this have anything to do with it?"

"It doesn't matter...but the whale part does matter," Palmer returned to his exaggerated tone. "It's like a giant whale that encountered a car accident, or a pile-up of car accidents, at least dozens of garbage trucks. And the tanker truck ran over it, and it was still going at full speed."

Palmer pumped his fist and complained, "Damn it, none of these drivers hit the brakes!"

Bologg looked at Palmer seriously, and Palmer looked at Bologg seriously. After silently counting the seconds, Bologg was the first to laugh.

The buildings and trees in the distance looked particularly desolate under the bloody sunlight. Their shadows were stretched out and projected onto the blood-covered ground. Everything seemed to be dyed with sadness and despair...

Except these two people.

It is difficult to describe them with words such as optimism and good attitude. Perhaps their brain circuits are indeed a little, a little, a little weirder than normal people.

The logistics staff passing by heard Boluogo's laughter, looked at him suspiciously, and then walked away silently.

Malik didn't know Bologo. He had only worked in the Bureau of Order for a short time, and he was a logistics clerk. Bologo's famous name had not yet reached his ears.

The streets were deserted and solemn, and police cordons were stretched out everywhere like spider webs, criss-crossing, tightly blocking the huge corpse lying in the middle of the road.

On the periphery of the cordon, rows of shielding boards were quickly erected. They were tall and solid, completely blocking the tragedy inside. When the wind passed by, the shielding boards swayed gently in the wind, making a low whimpering sound.

Malik took a deep breath and looked up at the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. Several vague figures suddenly appeared there. They were all field staff occupying the commanding heights and alert to the overall situation.

Now that residents in the entire area have been evacuated, the originally lively neighborhood has become deserted. There is an indescribable heaviness and depression in the air, as if time has stopped in this area.

Malik's eyes slowly lowered and looked at the source of all this.

It was a huge, deformed corpse, roughly laid out in the middle of the intersection. The body was twisted and huge. Even though most of the flesh and blood had been peeled off and crushed, it still filled the streets.

The monster's skin was sickly pale, and its surface was covered with dense scars of varying sizes and depths. It was hard to imagine how much torture and pain it had suffered before it died.

The end of the body has been completely charred and turned into a pitch-black wreckage. Occasionally, a faint fire can be seen smoldering deep in the flesh, like a will-o'-the-wisp from hell, jumping and flickering.

The sharp spine is exposed, and each section is clearly visible. On a certain spine, a dark sword is unexpectedly embedded.

The sword was deeply embedded in the flesh and bones, leaving only the cold hilt and half of the sword outside.

There was a disgusting stench in the surrounding air. Malik put on a gas mask and looked forward from the end of the monster's corpse.

Roughly speaking, Malik's function is that of a forensic doctor, but he not only dissects and examines human corpses, but also the corpses of many monsters produced by the devil.

"Well……"

Malik's eyes paused, a strong feeling of nausea welling up in his heart, and he tried hard not to vomit...at least not into the gas mask.

After a spasm in his abdomen, Malik's condition recovered a lot, and a little fog rose on the mirror in front of him.

Feeling disgusted by the corpse is obviously unprofessional, but for Malik, it is also something that there is nothing he can do. Theoretically speaking, Malik is not actually a professional.

To be precise, Malik is an intern.

A month ago, Malik was still in the secret university, learning knowledge about the extraordinary world. According to his original life trajectory, after completing his studies this semester, Malik will rarely return to his hometown and take some rest.

The original plan was this.

With the expansion of the Bureau of Order's enrollment, the secret universities established by the Rhine League and dedicated to the Bureau of Order have carried out policy reforms one after another. One of the policies allows college students to directly go to the Bureau of Order for internships, which successfully made Malik return to his hometown. I picked it up on the train and sent it here.

It must be admitted that although Malik was full of yearning for the mysterious Bureau of Order, what really made him give up his vacation and devote himself to it was to add such an internship experience to his resume before graduation.

With this internship experience and his excellent academic performance, Malik felt that he should be able to successfully join the Sublimation Furnace Core and become a scholar.

After calming down, Malik continued to examine the huge corpse in front of him.

In the middle part of the monster's corpse, scars were like winding cracks, spread over the pale and twisted skin, and every part looked hideous and terrifying.

What surprised Malik was that there were wooden thorns running through several of the wounds.

Malik looked around in confusion. In the entire block, except for a lot of shattered glass along the way, there was no other damage. The street trees were neatly arranged, and even the fences were not damaged.

So where do these wood thorns come from?

These wooden thorns came from nowhere and penetrated the monster's body mercilessly. They were densely packed, as if they were covered with arrow feathers and spearheads.

In the most conspicuous wound, a huge piece of wood nearly one meter wide was deeply embedded in the monster's body. The piece of wood penetrated from one side of the wound, pierced the monster's internal organs, and penetrated from the other side. When he came out, the skin and tissue around the wound had been deformed by the wood and swollen into a dark red color.

With the professional knowledge he learned in college, Malik could be sure that the first scene of the battle was not here.

"How weird."

Malik muttered to himself and continued to look forward.

The front end of the monster's body is horrifying, and the flesh is covered with rugged and skinny human bodies. They seem to be swallowed up by the monster's flesh and blood and become one with it.

These human bodies were naked without a single hair. Most of their bodies were broken into pieces. Broken limbs and remains could be seen everywhere. Some had lost their hands and the fractures were bloody and bloody. Some of their heads were missing, leaving only empty necks. , What's more, it was cut in half directly, with only half of the body left crumbling on the monster's body.

Like a lion's mane, they circled around in circles. When Malik came to the front, the eye-catching scarlet color came into view.

Malik couldn't help but hold his breath.

The monster's body and head were cut open abruptly, and the section was terrifying. The skin and flesh on the edges were completely rotted away, and flesh residue was everywhere.

Staring at the terrifying scarlet textures, Malik could imagine the terrifying sound produced when cutting.

The monster's head rolled to the side, completely collapsed on the spot, and turned into a large piece of rotten meat. That rotten meat seemed to be very important. The instructor in charge of Malik's internship immediately rushed to the scene. They gathered around the piece of rotten meat and poked it with tools from time to time.

Beyond that, Malik discovered something else.

On the ground between the torso and the head, in the pools of dried blood, a hand ax soaked in blood was slashing into the ground and standing upright. It was it that cut off the monster's head.

Such a small blade, such a big body...

Malik froze on the spot, a cruel picture appeared in his mind for no reason,

A man was holding an ax and standing on top of this huge piece of flesh. Like a lumberjack, he repeatedly swung the ax blade down like a rock, bit by bit, bit by bit...

Completely chop this huge flesh and blood bit by bit!

An inexplicable heat rose from Malik's heart, hitting his chest repeatedly, and his heart beat strangely and violently, making a thumping sound.

Malik walked towards the ax as if possessed.

"what are you up to?"

A familiar voice entered Malik's ears. Malik turned his head blankly, and his mentor's eyes came into his eyes through the gas mask.

After a brief daze, Malik's cloudy eyes became clear. He looked at the blood-stained hand ax in horror and quickly took a few steps back.

The instructor supported him and led Malik to a safe area. Malik took off his gas mask and breathed heavily.

"I...I seem to be affected by that axe."

Big drops of sweat fell from Malik's collar. He is currently just an ordinary person and has no ability to resist extraordinary power. Therefore, he is interning in the logistics department instead of sublimating the furnace core.

The black sword and the blood axe, it seemed that it was these two weapons that completely killed this monster.

"The impact is normal," the instructor said. "That ax is a contract object. It is a very dangerous contract object. You'd better stay away."

Contract object?

Malik had learned about this kind of thing in books, and also saw a few harmless contract objects in the school display cabinet. He took the water bottle handed to him by his instructor, drank most of it, and calmed down his breath.

"What on earth is going on?" Malik looked at the body behind the cordon. "This thing seemed to appear out of thin air and hit the street."

"Just as you thought, it appeared out of thin air," said the instructor, who was much more experienced than Malik. "Do you remember what you learned in class? It came through the warp rift."

"Warping Path Fissure? No wonder."

Malik nodded, which made sense of the abnormalities on the corpse.

"But...it's just a monster," Malik said and looked around, "Is it necessary to make such a big show of it?"

Although Malik's working time was short, he had also handled several scenes, and he also got to know a few of the field staff who traveled with the logistics staff.

At present, many field staff surrounded the place, and Malik also saw several people with power among them. For an intern like him, believers are out of reach, let alone those with power. or.

If this monster were still alive, it would deserve such attention, but now it is just a corpse.

"With a lot of fanfare?" The instructor was amused by Malik, and then he realized, "That's right, you are an intern and you don't know what it is."

"Confidentiality policy?"

It seems that this monster is very important, but his confidentiality level is not worthy of knowing.

"According to the previous confidentiality regulations, you really don't deserve to know. No, you shouldn't even be here," the instructor said unceremoniously, "but this time it's different."

"what is the difference?"

"The decision-making room does not intend to keep this matter secret. Instead, it will treat it as a case and announce it to everyone and all forces," the mentor said, patting Malik on the shoulder, "You are lucky, Malik, to be here to witness it. "

After hearing this, Malik's expression gradually became serious, and he vaguely realized what was happening here.

After swallowing, Malik asked cautiously, "Who is this monster?"

"This is a scourge in this world," the instructor said with a calm face. "It is a subordinate of one of the seven devils, Mammon of Greed."

When he said this, the instructor's expression became serious. He seemed to be trying to maintain his inner peace. He looked at the huge and bloated corpse. It was obviously dead, but his body still trembled from time to time.

"You should know what evil is in this world, right?" The instructor lit a cigarette and puffed away, "I remember that the decision-making room has unblocked relevant information in recent years, and you should have learned from it."

As the Bureau of Order digs into the secrets of the devil and the etheric world, many extremely secret knowledge in the past have now been unlocked one by one. Only by understanding the enemy can we defeat the enemy, instead of protecting everyone with ignorance.

"The evil in this world..."

Malik's heart suddenly contracted, and an indescribable sense of panic burst in his heart.

This name seemed like a curse. Just listening to it made his soul tremble. He couldn't control his thoughts and couldn't help imagining that terrifying existence, following it like a shadow, invading his consciousness pervasively.

"The evils in this world... Of course I know the evils in this world," Malik's voice trembled, "He fell from the glory of the One, completely became a slave of the devil, and became the physical incarnation of the disasters in the world."

Malik's internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped by cold iron hands. Fear overflowed from it and quickly spread throughout his body. He could feel the cold fear flowing in every vein of his body, like countless small snakes. Wandering around inside his body, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

"Every evil in this world has a certain amount of demonic authority, and its own power is enough to rival the Glorious Ones... No, it should be said that their power far exceeds the ordinary Glorious Ones. They are simply living and moving creatures. Extraordinary disaster.”

Malik recited the words in the textbook, his teeth chattering slightly, fear seeping from every pore of his body, turning into a fine layer of cold sweat, soaking his skin.

In the final analysis, Malik is just an ordinary person. He stands on the edge of the extraordinary world and looks up with all his strength, but he can barely catch a glimpse of the figures of believers and those in power.

That is the limit of Malik's cognition. To him, the further defenders are just legends that exist in rumors, and the glorious ones are even more unattainable.

Now, an existence that surpassed the defenders and was glorious appeared. It died tragically on the street, with its body at the mercy of others... I had actually touched its huge body just now.

"You remember the knowledge well," the instructor nodded, then handed a cigarette to Malik, "Take a sip, it can relax your nerves a little."

The instructor dropped the cigarette butt and lit a second cigarette. "It's okay. When I got the news a few hours ago, my reaction was similar to yours...I should be worse than you. I I was injected with some medicine, so I can stand here with a calm face and preside over the scene."

After coughing twice, the instructor glanced at the ash on the ground beside his feet and then explained.

"This monster is called the Throat of the Abyss. It has extremely terrifying devouring power and the ability to freely open winding cracks."

Malik nodded stiffly while listening. In fact, he couldn't listen to his mentor's words. His mind was filled with the horror and evil of the Throat of the Abyss. This is a god-like existence in the true sense.

"How to describe its horror? It is not only comparable to the power of moving mountains and reclamating seas, destroying cities and tearing apart countries," the instructor continued, "its existence is like an invisible shadow, and its The master and the devils together have been hanging over the heads of all mankind for a long time, making it impossible for people to escape from their shadow."

The instructor described the horror of the Throat of the Abyss with all his words. Every word he spoke was like heavy bricks, laying on Malik's chest piece by piece, oppressing him endlessly.

Dead silence fell between the two of them. Neither of them spoke, as if savoring the horror and horror, until a few minutes later, the mentor's cigarette burned out again. He did not take out new cigarettes.

The instructor looked at Malik and showed a cruel smile, "No matter how terrifying the Abyss-Swallowing Throat is, it is still dead."

Malik's body trembled inexplicably, and he realized the fact belatedly. He was actually afraid of a dead body, but he never thought about killing its existence, and what kind of existence it would be.

The black sword blade and the blood-stained hand ax emerged from his mind, splitting Malik's thoughts.

Just listen to the instructor continue to preach.

"Bologo's battle with the Throat of the Abyss started from the ridges of the mountains in the north. While constantly traveling through winding paths and cracks, Bologo crossed the snowfields, crossed the wilderness, passed through primeval forests, and dipped into deep giant lakes. ...Bologo traveled across thousands of kilometers and finally killed the Maw of the Abyss here."

Just recalling this experience in words, the instructor still felt inexplicably excited, as if he was witnessing a magnificent epic.

"Bologo?"

Malik noticed the name of the person in it. It sounded like he was the one who killed the Maw of the Abyss. At the same time, he was also the master of the sword and axe.

"Bologo?"

Malik repeated again. The name seemed familiar to him. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it specifically.

The instructor was a little surprised, "Don't you know who Boluogo is?"

Malik frowned. He really couldn't remember who the name was. "Do I need to know who he is?"

The instructor said, raising his hand and pointing into the shadows of the street.

"Bologo Lazarus is an undead man and a new Glorious One of the Bureau of Order. Theoretically speaking, he should be the most powerful Glorious One in the world. Of course, he was also the one who killed the Swallowing One with his own hands. Throat of the Abyss, single-handedly.”

The instructor then joked, "Malik, you are a bit ignorant."

Malik held his breath and stared in shock at the direction of his mentor's finger.

In the shadows of the street, Boluogo sat on a stone pillar. He didn't know what joke Palmer told. He tried his best to lower his voice, but his faint smile still kept ringing.

Just like Malik had just seen him.

Palmer got a folding chair and sat carelessly beside Bologo. In the pool of blood under the two of them, there were several bottles of drinks and many snacks, and biscuit cans were piled up.

This was just taken out of the shop on the street by Palmer. It wasn't stealing. Palmer had left the change on the counter if the store owner would have received it.

The two of them were so incompatible with this tragic scene and their superior status, they were almost like a group of spectators watching the accident.

After a muffled sound, Boluogo tore open the package of potato chips and grabbed a large handful. He didn't know what he said, and Palmer leaned back with laughter.

"The one covered in blood is Boluogo," the mentor explained promptly. "The one next to him is Palmer Clerks. Yes, that's the rumored one, the heir to the Clerks family."

Palmer opened a bottle of drink and drank it in one gulp.