Endless Debt

"soul?"

Borogo seemed to have told a joke, and the tyrant laughed.

The earth shook, the entire dark space was shaking violently, and even the mountains of Mammon coins began to collapse.

As the golden coins rolled, Boluogo saw the golden waves rising in the darkness. They surged high and fell like waves. Countless golden coins turned into heavy rain and fell, scattering all over the place. land.

It collapsed, then rose again, over and over again, forming a tall tower.

The group of snakes wrapped around the head began to squirm, and something struggled in the intersecting gaps. Then one scarlet protrusion protruded from the gap one after another, and then burst into scarlet pupils.

The whites of the pale eyes turned into blood-red pupils, and the densely packed eyes split from the group of snakes, spinning rapidly to observe the surroundings, then stopped together, and all looked at Boluogo.

A cold chill passed over Boluogo's body, but he remained unmoved, his cyan eyes fixed on the scarlet eyes.

"Soul? What a tempting offer, Mr. Lazarus."

There was a hint of greed in the tyrant's voice, and every pupil seemed to open its mouth and devour Boluogo.

"Then are you moved?" Boluogo asked.

This was the first time he had consciously made a deal with the devil. No one knew what these cunning and evil guys would do.

Boluogo was dancing with wolves. In the past, he would have been hesitant, but tonight was different. Even if he was playing against the God of Death, Boluogo would not flinch.

As long as someone can lend a helping hand, Boluogo doesn't care whether the other person is a god or a devil.

For experts, this is an irrational action, but life is full of rational choices, and it is a bit too boring. If it is to regain Adele's soul, Boluogo does not mind going crazy once.

"I was indeed moved. Unfortunately, the 'wishes' you want to make tonight are far from being worth the 'price' of your soul."

The tyrant suppressed the greed in his heart and said sincerely to Boluo Ge.

"Did I hear you correctly? The greedy devil will also reject the soul one day?" The tyrant's words surprised Boluoge.

"We are equal, Mr. Lazarus," the tyrant explained. "It is an absolutely fair transaction between 'value' and 'value'."

"I am indeed obsessed with your soul, but I don't do it to the extent that I need to rob it to get it all."

"Yes, you will only tell true lies one after another and watch us step into the abyss." Boluogo said.

"But you have the right to refuse from the beginning," the tyrant said with an innocent attitude. "It is you who are willing to go to the abyss. We...we are just behind the scenes, giving a little help."

He made a pushing motion with his hands, and then let out a terrifying laugh.

"Is this an excuse?"

"Just the truth from the heart."

The tyrant still maintained his sincere attitude, at least he felt that he was sincere.

Just as Jeffrey told himself at the beginning, this is the posture of the devil, loyal to values ​​and abiding by the rules, but under this seemingly absolute order, there is madness and chaos hidden.

"You know what I want?" Bologg asked.

"certainly."

The tyrant picked up a blank page, then a pen, and wrote line after line of names on it, making a constant rustling sound.

"Just like that night, you didn't reject me, right?"

Sharp pain hit, spreading like needle pricks on Bolog's arm. Bolog shuddered. He should have thrown away the Mammon coin that night, but he kept it by some strange coincidence... …

As if the tyrant knew what Bologo was thinking, he kept screaming and laughing, taunting Bologo wantonly.

"Look, I just gave you an opportunity. You grabbed it yourself. You needed me."

At the sound of the words, the mountains of Mammon coins trembled, and together they made a sound like a wave, roaring continuously, rushing across the darkness.

"Then what price do I have to pay?" Boluogo asked in a low voice.

He had a strange feeling at this moment, everything seemed to be destined. From unknown time on, the big net called fate had tightly tied Boluogo, making him walk on this rugged winding path.

"You've paid it, from the moment you picked up the coin, from the moment you came to see me."

The tyrant's words disturbed Borogo.

"What...what do you want?"

If the tyrant greedily asked for Bologo's soul, he felt everything was normal, but when the tyrant asked for nothing and wanted to help him, Bologo felt deeply uneasy.

The free ones are the most expensive.

Boluogo understands this truth, and precisely because he understands this truth, the tyrant in his eyes becomes more and more twisted and weird at this moment.

Just like what is depicted on the Mammon coins, countless threads, maggots, and snakes are all entangled together. So what is hidden under this darkness?

Bologg had already reached for the handle of the knife at his waist. He was not sure whether he could cause harm to the tyrant, but like the futile struggle of a drowning man, Bologg could not be captured without restraint.

"I just longed to establish a good relationship with you. You see, this relationship has been achieved now. An invisible thread connects you and me. From the moment you need me, we are an alliance of revenge.

I provide you with the names of the dead, and you will pursue them like the Grim Reaper with your blade in hand. "

The tyrant stopped writing, and the names line after line were recorded on the paper. This was Death's list. Soon death would find the names on the list one by one.

This is what Boluogo needs tonight. The Man-Handman and the King's Secret Sword may be able to hide from the prying eyes of the Bureau of Order, but he believes that these people cannot escape the sight of the devil.

These strange existences are so powerful, like real gods.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Lazarus, you have always wanted to understand the content of your transaction, right?"

The tyrant whispered, his words full of temptation. He knew all the secrets, and no matter what they were, nothing could be hidden from his eyes.

"Maybe I can give you some advice."

Boluogo was startled and did not rush to respond, but remained silent for a while.

"Is that so? This is another trap. If I listen to these next words, it will inevitably lead me to another more terrifying abyss. But sadly, I don't seem to have a reason to refuse."

Devils never lie, there is no need to worry about the authenticity of the information, but once he listens to the tyrant's words, Boluogo knows that everything will slide into the abyss.

"You need to pay more attention to the ground beneath your feet, Mr. Lazarus."

The tyrant said, everything seemed to have been planned for a long time, everything was on a predetermined track, he only had to reach out and fiddle with it.

"Sixty-six years ago, it was the sacred city of King Solomon. Sixty-six years later, this is the City of Oath, Opos. This is an ancient land that hides too many secrets."

"This city is far from being as simple as it appears, and there is far more than one existence like me here."

Old words spit out from the throat, bringing with them the corruption of the passage of time.

Boluogo forgot to breathe for a moment, and the tyrant's last words almost penetrated his heart.

"Far more than one..."

Borrogo whispered emotionlessly.

"City.

Mr. Lazarus, don’t you think city is a very romantic, deformed and crazy word? "

The tyrant shouted loudly.

“The city is like a materialized faith, a great towering obelisk, a worshiped totem, made of cold metal and solid concrete.

It is a collection of huge consciousness, a twisted and deformed monster, a ridiculous and weird god.

Human beings support it, and countless strangers have traveled thousands of miles to come here and pay their blood and lives for it. And under the construction of human beings, it has turned into a barbaric and weird spectacle.

The city has become more complex and larger, like a giant beast full of life, squirming its huge limbs, constantly eating, and growing more ferocious and gray concrete buildings, like spears piercing the sky, constantly rising and collapsing , rising again, closer to the sky. "

Under the high-pitched voice, the tyrant's emotions became more and more excited, and even the human body began to twist. One arm after another broke his back, waving like a cheering crowd.

The elbow cracked, and a brand new arm grew, like the branches of a big tree. On the new arm, new arms continued to grow at the elbow. They danced wildly, grabbing the golden coins, Swing them high.

“The city is the embodiment of human desire and it feeds off human desire.

It gluttonously swallowed the strangers, from its throat to its stomach, from its blood to its bones, until it burst its body.

Lust drives people who have lost their minds to run wildly under the monster's huge corpse, tearing their bodies apart just for the more real pleasure.

Greed makes people always hungry and never stops, tempting countless people to step into the mouths of giant beasts for wealth, and fight endlessly for worthless things. For this reason, even precious things can be easily sold.

Some people will despair in the body of the giant beast. They will no longer struggle, allowing laziness to imprison their thoughts in the decaying body, wasting time, waiting for death to come, and watching their bodies in the midst of revelry and wailing. It also became part of that stinking corruption.

Some people will rage and hate everyone in despair, and the savage beast of the city will also fall into eternal anger. It will roar and howl, bringing death and suffering until there is no one left in the world. "

Countless arms were like tentacles. They pressed down on the ground and lifted the tyrant's body high. He crossed the obstacle and easily came to Boluogo's body. Thousands of arms fell down and grabbed him like a cage. He grabbed Boluogo's body and lifted him up.

"Jealousy is hidden in everyone's heart, making our hearts never peaceful. Just a glimpse of that brilliant corner is enough to make us hysterical. What's even more sad is that it is something we can never touch."

The sharp fingers tapped Boluogo's heart.

"It's not that humans are parasitic on the city, but the city is parasitic on humans. Humans are the slaves, sacrifices, and nutrients of the city. But you actually arrogantly think that you are the masters of the city?"

A thousand scarlet eyes stared at Bologo.

"Cities are tombstones piled up by human hearts. They will only expand aimlessly and endlessly."

The crazy noise disappeared, and soon Bologo responded.

"This land full of desires is your perfect hunting ground."

In response, the tyrant just opened his countless arms and cheered loudly.

"Welcome! Mr. Borogo Lazarus!

Welcome to this metropolis full of desire and madness! "

This volume will be finished around the end of the month, and then the archive is kind of burning out! The outline is also a bit stuck! Stable double update Before the end of this volume, it should enter the state of random double update and stable one update. I'm really sorry!