Endless Debt

As one devil after another retreats, the scattered forces are gathering together again, until the only winner emerges, collects all the scarlet runes, unifies the broken power, and regains the power of the gods.

Now that Leviathan has gained the power of arrogance and rage, Beelzebub and Mammon are hostile to him, Asmodeus has been captured again, and the only devil wandering outside the scene is Belphegor.

Belphegor's body was filled with restless eyes.

"Are you going to take action against Belphegor?" Bologg's attitude became tougher. "You have to know that he is now under the protection of the Bureau of Order."

It sounds ironic that the devil should be protected by humans.

Bologg thought that maybe this was the real purpose of Leviathan's conversation. Whether it was the crowned person or the victory of the dispute, that was something that existed in the future after all, and now to reclaim Belphegor's authority and original sin, That's the top priority.

"You want me to help you break into the Bureau of Order and seize Belphegor's power?" Bologg immediately refused, "This is absolutely impossible."

Since the establishment of the Bureau of Order, this silent fortress has only been captured once by Overlord Xilin. Bologg did not experience that war personally, but he saw the scars left by that war in the Bureau of Order. Bologg was absolutely Don't allow this to happen a second time.

"Take it easy, Boluogo."

Leviathan signaled Boluogo to relax, "Are you going to attack the Bureau of Order directly? That would be crazy. I don't have that plan yet."

"not to mention……"

Leviathan drew out his tone and asked, "Why do you think all problems need to be solved with swords?"

"Why, what do you want to do without a sword?"

Burlogo was indeed influenced by Palmer, and even his mockery was exactly the same as Palmer's.

He imitated Leviathan's tone, "Go and negotiate with Belphegor, either take the initiative to hand over your power, or fight a war and hand over your power?"

Bologger didn't know what Belphegor had done in the past, but at least from what he knew, Belphegor was the most harmless of the devils.

Ever since he knew him, Belphegor had been sitting in that dark cinema, watching the ups and downs of the world like a voyeur.

Belphegor is a relatively harmless devil, and at the same time, he is also an easy-to-control devil.

Controlling a devil may sound arrogant, but it is an indisputable fact.

"What do you want to do..." Leviathan closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "How about blackmailing him with the things he loves?"

Leviathan showed that cruel smile again, "Belphegor himself knows very well that in this dispute, he is destined to be the loser. The only difference is when to withdraw."

"There is no hope of victory, so the only thing that can support him is the thing he loves."

Bologger whispered, "Endless poetry."

Leviathan showed approval in his eyes. At this moment, his evil feelings as a devil were fully revealed.

As a devil, Belphegor loved few things, and endless poetry was one of them. It was not a specific poem, but an infinite history, a miracle that he witnessed with his own eyes, and a pure story.

To be honest, it is hard to imagine that a devil would have such a noble and beautiful pursuit, which sometimes makes Boluogo forget his evil nature.

"You don't have to worry about these things, Boluogo. I will pick you up personally when the time comes."

Leviathan said, and suddenly came to Boluogo's side, with that weird smile still on his face, "As for now, the only thing you have to do is to recuperate, sharpen your sword, and file your claws. ."

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Boluogo's forehead.

"You still have a lot of battles to fight next."

In an instant, a strong sense of detachment erupted from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. It felt like he was in a whirlpool from which he could not escape. His body and mind were twisted and rolled together, and he was dragged into the abyss of chaos.

Boluogo's vision quickly dimmed, and the sounds around him became blurry and distant. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sea of ​​darkness, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape at all.

A glimmer of light rose at the end of the darkness, and Boluogo stretched out his hand to grab it with all his strength.

Light returns.

Bologg blinked and sat on the chair with a blank look on his face. After being sluggish for half a minute, his stiff eyes slowly moved up and observed the surroundings. Bologg had escaped from the void. time and returned to his office.

It seemed as if everything just now was a dream.

Touching his body, he found that the horrific injuries suffered when he committed suicide had long since healed, and the fleshy foam and blood stains splattered around him had disappeared. However, his clothes were in tatters, like pieces of rag hanging on his body, with sharp bites. In one corner, the blade is as smooth as a mirror.

"what are you doing!"

The sound of rebuke shattered the tranquility, and Boluogo turned his head, only to see the Freyas looking at him angrily.

That's right, it's Freya.

As Bologo woke up, Freya passed through the wall one by one and appeared in front of Bologg. Everyone's expressions were different, but they were all filled with resentment towards Bologg.

"Hug...sorry."

Thinking of what he had done, Bologo said with embarrassment that he had become accustomed to committing suicide to meet Leviathan, and the people around him obviously could not accept this behavior, even the conscious Freyas.

In an effort to change the subject as quickly as possible, Bologo asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

The Freyas did not answer Bolog's question, but asked aggressively.

"signal!"

Boluogo's expression twitched and he said with a slight embarrassment.

"Grey fog, industry..."

Freya and others kicked their noses and raised their eyebrows, "Not enough momentum!"

Boluogo had a gloomy face and struggled to adjust his tone and said, "Grey fog! Industry! Delicious shrimp crackers!"

Hearing such an answer, Freya and others had a smirk on their faces, and then pointed to the alarm clock on the wall. The elapsed time was exactly as Boluogo expected. It seemed that the time between the void and the material world The flow rate is consistent.

Before, Bologo wouldn't have cared about such details, but as secrets were revealed one after another, he was full of awe of Leviathan, and no one knew what else Leviathan was hiding.

Boluogo closed his eyes and leveled his chair, "Huh... I'm sorry, please let me be quiet for a while."

Freya and the others looked at each other. Boluogo looked extremely tired at this time, exuding a dejected aura. This was obviously an abnormal thing. You must know that he had just beheaded Tonton a few hours ago. The Throat of the Abyss became the hero of the Bureau of Order.

"Oh well."

Freya and the others chose to let Boluogo go first. After sinking into the wall one by one, they left Boluogo with a quiet private space.

Sighs echoed in the narrow space. Boluogo pinched the bridge of his nose hard. In the corner of his vision, an eye-catching orange appeared at some point.

It was a note posted on his desk, written in crooked handwriting.

"Enjoy the quiet life you have left."

Bologg stared at these words for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed and stood up. Darkness enveloped him. When the light came, Bologg had appeared at the door of the Bureau of Order.

The streets of Oath City Opos are as busy as ever, with people coming and going, and traffic flowing non-stop. Looking to the far north, the sacred tree of light stands silently. At the street corner, many citizens look at it with fanatical faces.

As the night went on, the city became more chaotic and turbulent. Bologo could hear the piercing sound of alarm bells ringing continuously, and could also hear the roars and beatings of thugs coming from the shadows.

Boluogo couldn't help but murmured as he felt the cold evening breeze coming towards him.

"It's been a long day."

…

Quiet life.

Bologg didn't know what method Leviathan used to leave such a note for himself, but the words on it, the "quiet life", lingered in Bologg's mind like a curse. , echoing endlessly.

Even after the night, these words still lingered around Bologg when he woke up from his sleep and sat naked on the soft mattress.

Boluogo looked at the bright curtains illuminated by the sun. He felt a little headache. The room was quiet, as if he was the only one at home.

Yes, there was only one Bologna.

After the long day yesterday, Boluogo did not immediately report the information to the decision-making room as usual, nor did he go to his friends to talk about his troubles.

Boluogo just walked into the crowded street alone and returned home alone.

Jeffrey called Bologg. His voice was extremely excited, telling Bologg of his bravery.

He said, "You know? Now half of the Bureau of Order knows that you killed that monster. In less than half a day, half of the forces in the extraordinary world will know this. The remaining half of the day will be left for the Kogadel Empire to ferment. Go!"

It can be heard that Jeffrey is indeed very happy, and even extremely proud. After all, the newcomer Boluogo was trained under him as an intern. Now Boluogo has not only become a Glorious One, but also miraculously killed After the evil in this world, the morale of the entire Order Bureau has never been higher, and even the haze of the Great Rift has been washed away a lot.

"Of course, I'm famous."

On the phone, Bologo joked with Jeffrey in a relaxed tone.

After chattering for a while, both of them ended the conversation in a happy atmosphere. However, when Boluogo took off the microphone, his expression was cold, as if the laughter and laughter just now were all deliberately disguised by him.

Bologger couldn't help laughing.

The sense of accomplishment of slaying the Abyss Maw lasted for less than a few hours, and Bologo's enthusiasm was mostly cooled by the various conspiracies spoken by Leviathan.

Seeing others rejoicing, Bologe's mood was extremely complicated. The Throat of the Abyss was just a small chess piece. There would be a more difficult and cruel battle next. Others could not see the war that was so close at hand. Bologe But I am already there.

No one understands Borlog's troubles, and he can't talk to anyone else, which is meaningless except dragging others into this painful predicament.

Under such entangled and conflicting emotions, Boluogo endured the torture alone.

I fell asleep late at night and woke up confused in the morning.

It was like the roles had been reversed. A few days ago, when Burlogo was not at home, Palmer felt empty and quiet. Now, when Burlogo was at home, Palmer was busy again.

Palmer, who had just become a baseman, had a lot to do, not to mention the unfolding of the big rift, which made the entire order bureau busy.

Nethaniel organized a rescue team to support the Ridge of the Mountains. Holt temporarily took over Nethaniel's work. Under them, Palmer was also entrusted with important tasks and participated in high-level decision-making. .

Boluogo should also join in this busy work, but in order to reward this fighting hero, everyone maintained a tacit understanding and did not disturb Boluogo too much, allowing him to have a good sleep.

"The only peaceful life left..."

Bologger whispered to himself again.

As Leviathan said, Bologo's peaceful life can indeed be described as "only". There are not many good days left, and war is just around the corner.

When Leviathan took the initiative to invite him, that was when he was ready to take action against Belphegor and swallow up the power and original sin of another devil. It is estimated that by then, the Bureau of Order was also preparing to go to war with the Kogadel Empire, Bologo Perhaps they will join forces with Overlord Xilin to attack the Pillar of Kingship in a surprise attack...

And after that?

Even if you win, what happens next?

Among the devils, there will always be a winner, and the final winner is something that humans cannot resist. Unless Bologg transforms into a red dragon and is promoted to the crowned one, under these conditions, Bologg has the ability to participate to a certain extent. Qualifications for disputes, trying to take away the authority and original sin from the hands of the devils, trying to become an existence at the same level as them, or even higher.

But...will Leviathan allow himself to become a red dragon so easily?

There must be a trap that Boluogo cannot see waiting for him ahead. The chance of human beings facing the devil is getting smaller and smaller, and it is very slim.

For a moment, Boluogo felt that he was a gambler at the end of his rope. He didn't have many chips on hand. Moreover, even if he bet them all, it would be difficult to beat his opponent.

Unless there is a chance to fight back.

"So, what kind of bet is that?"

Borogo got up, stood in front of the mirror, and murmured to himself at his reflection.

In this desperate situation, the only way Bologo could think of to defeat the devil was the illusory bet. However, although the bet had a certain chance of winning, its implementation also required certain prerequisites.

A price that would make the devil willing to risk it.

Boluogo was in a situation where he couldn't think of any solution for the time being, but his thoughts followed the bet and continued to think about the mysterious bet that he and Leviathan were fulfilling.

A bet that began when the Holy City fell has entangled Boluogo with the devil, and even the fate of more people.

From Leviathan's words, Bologo speculated that this bet might be a test, just like the two described it at the time, a spoof variety show. As a guest, Bologo had no way of knowing what was waiting for him. , and as an audience member, Leviathan should value his own reaction after a series of encounters.

That is to say...some of his decisions and actions may determine the direction of the bet. Because of this unknown premise, Boluogo cannot know the content of the bet.

How weird.

During the pause in thinking, Boluogo had unknowingly put on his clothes. He was as neat and tidy as ever, just like those decent people who go in and out of office buildings.

Boluogo turned on the faucet, took a handful of water, and rubbed his cheek vigorously. The cold touch made him wake up a little, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared.

"Don't think about these things yet, Bologo."

Boluogo said to himself in the mirror, "All this will come eventually, you will always face it, but before that, don't let yourself have any regrets."

"Leave regrets."

Boluogo muttered this sentence again, which sounded like a strange last word. He was amused by himself and couldn't help laughing.

This can indeed be regarded as his last words. Whether he transformed into a red dragon or participated in this final dispute, Boluogo did not feel that he could survive it, but Boluogo was not afraid of this. Many years ago, he Be mentally prepared to face death.

Bologe's mood was unexpectedly calm. He forgot all these disturbances. After adjusting his mentality, Bologe showed a kind smile in the mirror.

There was a rustling sound of electricity, and a strange voice sounded from the radio.

"Grey fog! Industry! Delicious shrimp crackers!"

Boluogo looked at the radio in the corner with a slight surprise, only to hear the sound continuing to come.

"Good morning to everyone in Oath City Opos! Before we start today's program, please allow me to regretfully inform you that the host of this station, Mr. Dudel, is currently hospitalized due to an accident. The recent program will be hosted by I will broadcast on behalf of you, I am..."

Bologg did not continue listening and turned off the radio. Bologg was used to Dudel's voice, and this strange voice made him feel bored... In fact, Bologg also discovered that compared to this radio program, he might just He preferred to listen to Dudel ramble in that exaggerated tone, just like when chatting with Palmer.

The content is not important, what is important is the person you are chatting with.

Then……

Dudel was hospitalized due to an accident...

Boluogo's expression became subtle. He wanted to laugh, but his own moral quality made Boluogo try to control himself and not laugh at such a thing.

"I'm really sorry, Dudel."

Bologo bowed to the radio.

Dudel, a guy as unlucky as Palmer, was standing by when Bologg killed the Maw in the streets.

Not only did he witness the cruel scene of the leader of Bologo, but at the same time, patches of blood and minced meat were evenly sprayed on Dudel's clothes, face, and even seeped into his mouth.

As an ordinary person, Dudel had never seen such a battle. After a burst of screams, he fainted immediately, and several pedestrians around him fainted with him.

Fortunately, the logistics department arrived in time and rushed these fainted people to the border sanatorium. Then they sealed off the surrounding area and controlled a large number of witnesses.

Regarding the specific handling process afterwards, Boluogo was not sure. Anyway, this kind of large-scale cognitive event did not happen once or twice, and the logistics department was already handling it with ease.

After cleaning himself up, Bologo left the apartment and walked on the busy street.

The tree of light on the horizon was still clearly visible. After a day of fermentation, some citizens seemed less fussy, while others seemed more and more enthusiastic.

Boluogo picked up an abandoned newspaper and glanced at various vicious events caused by the Tree of Light.

Throwing away the newspaper was something that Bologg couldn't even worry about. This kind of thing that affected the whole world was no longer something that Bologg as an individual or as a group of the Logistics Department could solve.

Blockage is worse than sparseness, Boluogo can feel it. The top management of the Bureau of Order is preparing to announce the existence of extraordinary power to the public little by little. The boundary between the ordinary and the extraordinary becomes blurred, and the world will move towards the next era.

The premise is that the material world can survive until that era.

Based on this big threat... everyone's mentality is quite relaxed.

Yes, I don’t know if I can survive this end of the world. If I can’t survive, even if ten more big cracks open in the sky, it won’t seem to have any impact.

Bologg did not go directly to the Bureau of Order, but wandered aimlessly on the streets. This was the only quiet time he had. As he walked, Bologg thought about what kind of regrets he would have.

Have no idea.

It feels like you are looking back at how many movies you have watched in your life. You may not be able to name them all, but if you filter through the list, you will definitely be able to bring back memories.

Now Boluogo is in such a state. He doesn't know what regrets he has, or in other words, the regrets he knows are not regrets.

Squeezing into the crowd, Boluogo looked around, trying to feel life and discover what he might regret in an inadvertent moment of life.

Soon after, Boluogo stopped in front of a jewelry store.

It was an ordinary small shop. The glass cabinets were filled with all kinds of jewelry, including gold, silver, and jewelry. There were not many customers inside, and the decoration of the door plaque was also very ordinary, unlike other large shops. Compared with other stores, this place is definitely in dismal business.

Boluogo thought about what his regrets were. To be precise, what regrets he could not leave behind.

Entering the store, Boluogo looked around, scanning the jewelry cabinets one after another. He was overwhelmed by the glittering jewelry.

"Guest, what do you need?"

The shopkeeper is a graceful lady, wearing gold and silver, and her body is shining. If Boluogo is a robber, he doesn't need to smash these cabinets, he just robs her.

"just looking around."

He said it was just a casual look, but Boluogo's eyes kept lingering near the ring. There were gold rings, silver rings, jewelry, and diamonds all in a dazzling array.

The shop owner was smiling. She had seen a lot of customers like Boluogo, and she had long been accustomed to such casual remarks.

Boluogo said intently, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a robber."

The shopkeeper's expression was awkward, and he took out his hand from his pocket sheepishly, "I'm sorry, as you know, there is something in the sky recently, which makes everyone uneasy. If it weren't for earning some rent, I wouldn't be here recently. I want to close down my business.”

Boluogo didn't respond. He had already noticed this when he saw the unnatural movements of the shop owner.

"Are you a policeman? Or a retired soldier, so sharp."

The shopkeeper wondered, trying to beautify Boluogo's profession as much as possible and not think of him as a gangster.

"I'm a salesperson."

Boluogo straightened his tie as he spoke. His decent and neat look really fit the stereotype of a salesperson.

“Where I lived before, there was a shopkeeper who was always like this. While selling goods, he would put his hands on his waist and hold the handle of his gun tightly.” Bologo added, “It’s Shenbe District. The security there has never been very good. ."

The store owner that Bologo was referring to was none other than Vincent, the old man from the Kogadel Empire. He was a friendly department store merchant during the day and sold various smuggled arms at night. On that rainy night, he also provided Bologo with various supplies. Although he later moved away from Shenbe District, Boluogo still went back to see him from time to time.

"Can you take this ring out and show it to me?"

Boluogo pressed his fingers on the glass and pointed to a ring set with fire opal underneath.

The colors are brilliant, as if glowing with fire.