Endless Debt

The door to the Pillar of Royal Power was open, like a monster's bloody mouth, and a fishy aura emerged from it, like an evil wind coming from the depths of the cave.

Palmer sighed subconsciously, "The devil's cave is ahead..."

In the end, Palmer, the unlucky guy and the lucky guy, arrived here and stood in front of the turning point that changed the fate of the world.

Before coming, Palmer had many complex emotions in his heart, surging like the ocean tide, and his will was like a flame in the wind, swaying and fragile.

But now, when Palmer really stood here, his heart was unexpectedly at peace... Even if he took another step forward, he would step into the devil's feast.

There is nothing to fear anymore.

Gratitude and resentment, right and wrong, the disputes between devils, human differences, everything, everything, they will all get the final answer here.

"What a subtle feeling."

Palmer held the dagger in his hand, the shiny blade reflecting on his face.

He looked at Boluoge, then at Xilin, and said to himself, "Heavy responsibility brings pressure, but heavy responsibility will also bring courage... I have a feeling that I am no longer me. , but one whose body has been borrowed by some greater will to carry out the current tasks."

Burlogo gave Palmer a faint smile, and then he stepped forward without fear, taking the lead on the sticky stairs covered with minced meat.

Palmer's heart felt inexplicably relaxed, and he followed quickly, just like they usually did when they performed tasks together.

Yes, nothing different.

Xilin stayed in place, slowly raised his head, and stared at the huge and twisted figure of the Pillar of King Power. For a moment, many memories flashed through Xilin's mind.

The bloody night, the conspiracy with the devil, the secret war, the plague of decay...

Everything Xilin is experiencing now is like a continuation of a nightmare. He has returned to the past and the depths of his memory, but unlike himself at that time, this time Xilin is no longer the child who can only cry. He has mastered the highest power in the world.

He came back for revenge, not only for himself, but also for the royal family of the Kogadel Empire, and also for the desperate boy he once remembered in his memory.

Xilin looked forward. He suddenly quickened his pace, passed Boluogo and Palmer, and walked into the atrium covered with flesh and blood, which was completely twisted and mutated.

"This is my hometown, although I haven't been back for a long time," Xilin looked around and continued, "Let me lead the way for you."

The ring of swords behind Xilin stopped rotating and fell to Xilin's side, as if surrounding the sword guard, with murderous intent.

The deeper you go, the more suffocating and nauseating the smell inside is.

"The land of Beelzebub is located deep inside the Pillar of Kingship. It is a naturally formed internal cave. There is only an elevator to get there."

Xilin analyzed calmly, "It seems that Beelzebub's power has surged out of the cave, and the entire Pillar of Royal Power has been ruthlessly corroded by her and returned to the country."

The once majestic and glorious palace has now become a horrific and bloody hell. It has been completely eroded by the power of the devil. Every inch of the palace is completely covered and twisted with flesh and blood, losing its original solemnity and order.

All Bologo could see were various organ-like tissue structures. They were spreading and growing in places where they shouldn't be. For a few moments, Bologo suspected that he was actually walking on the flesh and blood of some giant beast. Among them, not a palace.

The sound of pattering rain could be heard, and the warm water drops hit Boluogo's face. He wiped it gently, and his fingertips were stained with a dazzling scarlet color.

Boluogo raised his head and saw countless bloody intestines hanging down from the dome. Some of them were dripping with blood and fell to the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. Some intestines were like ropes. , tightly wrapped around each figure, hanging them in mid-air, extremely miserable.

These figures may have been attendants or guests of the palace. When the power of the devil broke through the shackles of the country, they were also trapped here, and their lives were taken away in despair and madness.

"This way."

Xilin led the two people to the entrance of the cloister. He said, "This corridor spirals along the main body of the Pillar of King's Power. Through them, we can go to each floor of the Pillar of King's Power."

The long stairs were also covered with scarlet down, and blood overflowed step by step, as if at the end, there was a fountain of blood that was vomiting evil endlessly.

The outer edges of the corridor are huge columns. From here, you can easily overlook the outside world. This corridor used to be a good viewing place, but now all you can see is shocking destruction and death.

Waves of cold wind rushed in, carrying blood and sand, and the continuous whine resounded in the ears.

Boluogo stood on the edge of the corridor and looked upward. The hazy light was on the highest level.

"The King of Terror is at the top." Boluogo said firmly.

Xilin asked curiously, "Why, are you capable of discovering his location?"

"Of course," Boluogo nodded, thinking of the long-lasting memories, "That was a deal I made with Mammon... The specific process is a bit complicated, so I won't elaborate on it. In short, the King of Terror is my revenge. The last person on the list, I can find him wherever he is."

"Then do you mind if I kill him?" Xilin stepped forward on the stairs, "I mean, I can't let you kill him with your own hands, okay?"

"Okay."

Berogo nodded and said casually, "I'm more concerned about the result, as long as I can kill him, I don't care what means are used."

"Haha."

Xilin couldn't help laughing. He was a serious guy, but he was unexpectedly happy today.

Palmer listened quietly to the conversation between the two. To be honest, he had no interest in the revenge of the two. It was just that when he looked at the vast scorched earth outside, he couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

Many people have died, and more people will die next...even to say, they don't know why they died.

Compared with crazy people like Xilin and Bolog, Palmer is indeed a mortal with flesh and blood. When they feel carnival and excitement, Palmer will only feel sad.

Beelzebub and Mammon seemed to have given up blocking the three people. They did not encounter any obstacles during the corridor. As the three people moved upward, the distortion of the Pillar of Kingship became more and more serious, and many flesh and blood began to actively attack them.

But these attacks were often too weak, and Blogo did not need to do anything. The secret sword controlled by Xilin was enough to remove them.

The hard wall became soft, like a huge stomach wall, slightly undulating. The surface of the flesh wall also secreted corrosive liquid, emitting a disgusting stench, falling on the ground, corroding a piece of pit.

In the corner, Blogo could see a broken body. Their clothes had been corroded, leaving only some precious metal jewelry. From these remnants, it can be inferred that the deceased had a noble status in their lifetime.

Go forward, keep going forward.

In the next section of the journey, none of the three of them spoke, their eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, as if immersed in their own memories.

Gradually, the disturbing whistling sound of the wind disappeared, and the twisted flesh and blood also calmed down one by one, as if they were afraid of waking up some noble existence.

In the silence, only the footsteps of the three of them echoed. Blogo stared at the front, and the brilliant light became brighter and brighter, approaching.

The three stopped at the end of the corridor. An iron gate blocked their way. The mottled metal was shining coldly, and there was no flesh and blood attached to it.

From Blogo's perspective, a faint light overflowed from the gap of the iron gate. Blogo knew that what was opened was not the gate of heaven, but a place of hell.

Blogo said, "The King of Terror is behind the door."

Xilin paused and turned to look at the two, "Do you need to prepare?"

Blogo looked down on him, "Prepare for what? What else is there to prepare?"

Palmer was not as calm as Blogo. He habitually grasped the weapon in his hand, and then nodded vigorously to Xilin. Palmer was also ready to fight for the world, for... for some inexplicable things.

Seeing this, Xilin's face was filled with smiles again, but the smile was fleeting. His expression soon became peaceful, and he sighed, "I have imagined the arrival of this day and all kinds of possibilities countless times, but I never thought that I was not alone."

Berogo expressed his recognition of Xilin, "I also didn't think that I would fight side by side with the legendary overlord."

"Wow," Palmer was sandwiched between the two and joked palely, "I never imagined that I could appear in such a place."

He emphasized again, "According to the plot of the novel, I should be the one who is saved, not the one who comes to save!"

Berogo laughed loudly, and Xilin mobilized the power of control, and the invisible big hand smashed the iron gate, knocking on the realm of hell.

The gate shattered, and the saviors rushed into the final battlefield.

This time, what greeted him was no longer the smell of blood, but a cool evening breeze. What came into view was an open-air atrium like a circular arena, surrounded by layers of stone steps, each of which was spacious enough to accommodate a large number of spectators standing.

The stone steps surrounded the vast marble floor, without a trace of blood and flesh, as if the owner of this place had specially prepared it for the saviors.

Bologo looked up, and the suffocating dome disappeared, replaced by the real sky.

The dark clouds gathered, like a thick black curtain, shrouding the entire atrium in darkness, and the flickering candles burning on the heavy stone steps barely illuminated the world.

Bologo could sense that a high concentration of ether was gathering here, and the devil's crazy and evil power was brewing to the limit.

"Huh..."

Bologo exhaled a long breath, and the warm breath turned into a cloud of scattered white mist in the cold environment and disappeared.

In front of the three people, a black stand protruded from the stone steps. It seemed to be sculpted from a huge black rock. Similarly, the craftsmen also chopped out a rough and barbaric throne on this heavy rock.

Due to the slightly distorted reality, the marble floor under Blogo's feet was covered with a thin layer of frost. Lightning flashed through the clouds from time to time, and the pale light flashed, illuminating the figure on the throne of the stand.

The figure of the King of Terror and Slaughter.

Xilin stared at the dead silence and darkness on the throne, muttering to himself, "The current King of Terror, the former King of First Seal, the curse flowing in Kogadel's blood... is finally coming to an end."

The thunder streaked across again, with a shocking momentum, and the landing point was not far from the duel field, and the strong light completely illuminated the figure of the King of Terror.

Just like the Sleeper that Blogo had met before, he was wearing a striking blood-red robe, which fell from the throne like a waterfall. From a distance, it looked like a huge bloodstain.

The crown of the Kogadel Empire was worn on his head, and his face was inlaid with a golden skull mask. As if noticing the arrival of Blogo and others, he slowly stood up, and his loose robes set off his withered and skinny body.

"Xilin... my child..."

The hoarse and evil voice echoed in the night.

"You are finally back."

The terrifying evil breath poured out from the dark throne like a flood, and the turbid ether mixed with the power of the devils raged in all directions.

The candles on the stone steps suddenly burst into flames like torches, and the hot flames gathered together, turning into waves of flames that surrounded the stone steps on the duel field until a huge circle of fire was formed, trapping everyone in it and burning the dark clouds red.

"You are here after all."

A lazy voice sounded, and behind the King of Terror, Beelzebub appeared. She hugged the King of Terror from behind, with her chin on his shoulder, looking at the three people on the duel field with contempt, and laughed.

A sharp and piercing sound suddenly arose, and a secret sword broke through the air and accurately pierced the heart of the King of Terror, and Beelzebub behind him was also pierced.

"So impatient."

Beelzebub looked at Xilin under the duel field with a smile, his expression was extremely gloomy and his face was livid.

The King of Terror said nothing and did not move at all, but strangely, the secret sword that pierced his heart actually disintegrated by itself, as if it was twisted by some huge force, the blade bent and broke, and thin blood threads drilled out from the wound on his chest, tightly wrapped around the secret sword, and incorporated it into this shriveled body, disappearing.

"Don't you plan to talk again? Everyone," Beelzebub looked troubled, "We don't have many opportunities for peaceful dialogue like this."

"What are you talking about?"

Berogo interrupted Beelzebub loudly, a cluster of flames ignited on the dark bite, and the saw axe of cruelty was fully extended, and the axe blade was split into deadly sawtooth blades, like split branches.

"I have said everything I should say. Anything more is just meaningless nonsense," Blogo said viciously. "Draw your swords, what are you waiting for?"

Beelzebub smiled, his cheeks puffed up, like a colorful venomous snake.

Bursts of applause rang out, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. Mammon walked out from under the black stand, and behind him, followed one Silent Person after another.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of Silent Persons walked out of the passage under the stone steps. They surrounded the three people like an army.

"You are right, Blogo," Mammon agreed, "both you and we have been waiting for this moment for too long..."

"Draw your swords!"

In an instant, the sky above the entire duel field was shrouded in thick ether, and the ether reactions that rose one after another were like thunderous explosions, rising on the spot with a frightening power.

Bolog and Xilin released their secret powers without reservation. The terrifying power of control plundered the surrounding ether, like a funnel, trying to gather all the ether in this world in their hands.

Palmer was also unwilling to be outdone. The power of his whole body burned like a ignited flame, and the fiery light in his eyes set off gusts of strong wind.

"I don't need to be a hero for a lifetime," Palmer whispered in his heart, "a hero for a moment is enough."

The etheric reactions of the three people gathered into a terrifying might, like an erupting volcano.

And outside them, the hundreds of speechless people also summoned their own power together, and their own etheric reactions bloomed like bright stars. Each ray of light contained terrifying power. Then, these lights gathered together to form a continuous and surging sea of ​​ether.

In the manic ether flow and the harsh noise, Bolog clearly heard a series of crisp sounds like broken glass - that was the wail of the material world.

Reality was shattered, and a series of dark blue cracks surrounded the duel field. Some cracks healed quickly, but many cracks collapsed and appeared. It seemed that if a little more pressure was applied, this place would fall uncontrollably into the etheric world like the land of eternal night, and there... the true forms of the devils were staring at them.

"How pitiful."

Beelzebub watched the struggles of the mortals and commented coldly, "The cowardly mortal body dared to challenge the highest authority in the world... It's really too sad, isn't it?"

As she said, she approached the body of the King of Terror and Slaughter and gently stroked his golden skull mask.

"But we are different," she whispered softly, "We are born to be the Supreme."

The slender and warm hand reached into the collar of the King of Terror and Slaughter through the gap in the robe. Beelzebub gently stroked the cold and stiff body, pressed on the slightly heaving chest, and felt the vigorous and real vitality.

"Come on!"

Beelzebub excitedly announced to the world, "My empire will rise among thousands of souls!"

The devil's curse resounded in the vast world, like thunder, and refused to dissipate for a long time.

Berogo chopped off the heads of several speechless people with an axe. He was about to kill the throne with Xilin. Suddenly, the Pillar of Kingship shook violently. It shook rhythmically, like... like a huge heart was shaking vigorously.

In the core of the Pillar of Kingship, in the cave filled with flesh and blood, under the will of Beelzebub, it trembled violently, like a huge water pump, rising and falling at will, squeezing hundreds of tons of blood, pushing the underground blood river to agitate, and causing forbidden waves.

Berogo noticed that every beat of the core heart caused a wide range of vibrations, like a huge earthquake source, the range of ripples easily radiated hundreds of kilometers through the expansion of the blood river.

Looking at the throne again, the King of Terror stood there like a statue, and his own etheric reaction reached the limit of the Glory in an instant.

Beelzebub hid behind him, smiling mockingly, "Berogo, how should you deal with this?"

The heart beat, the blood river surged, and the power of the devil attacked all directions with ripples, boundless.

At the same time, the entire territory of the Kogadel Empire began to tremble. The blood rivers that were originally hidden deep underground were summoned by Beelzebub and became restless. They were no longer satisfied with the darkness and silence underground, but began to spread wildly to the surface with endless violence and anger.

Beelzebub closed his eyes with satisfaction, feeling his power spreading rapidly across the country.

"How should you prepare, Leviathan?"

The blood river was like a scarlet blood-colored tentacles, ruthlessly corroding everything it touched. Scarlet blood oozes out from the soil. Under their erosion, the trees instantly lost their vitality, with branches and leaves withering, bark peeling off, and finally turning into hideous dead trees.

The birds and beasts that were originally sleeping in the forest were now in endless panic and despair. They cried and struggled, but were still wrapped and swallowed by the blood-colored hyphae that grew out. Their healthy bodies quickly decayed, and their blood and vitality were drained, leaving only shrill screams echoing in this bloody jungle.

The residents in the city were still asleep. Some were unconsciously wrapped in the spreading flesh and blood, while others were awakened by the fishy smell.

Some people were completely covered before they could react, and some found that their bodies were mostly wrapped in a layer of scarlet cocoons. People struggled and shouted helplessly in this bloody cage, but their voices were soon drowned in the scarlet ocean.

There was a harsh noise on the street, cars lost control and crashed into the street, desperate cries, and chaotic gunshots rang out...

As the blood river continued to spread, city clusters were covered with scarlet spider webs, high-rise buildings, streets, alleys, parks and squares... Everything was eroded by this evil force and covered by the scarlet roots growing from the earth.

All things in the world fell into absolute silence in this dark night, only the blood-red fluffy hyphae were still swaying in the wind.

Countless humans were captured by the country of condensed pulp tonight. They did not die immediately, but under its power, they were painfully condensed into substantial philosopher stones. These crystal clear gems were transported to the underground blood river under the wriggling of flesh and blood, and collided with each other and digested in the bloody river.

In the blood river, countless souls wailed and screamed.

With the full activation of the Nation of Solidification, the entire territory of the Kogadel Empire has completely become a purgatory of flesh and blood and terror. Under the rule of the blood river, hundreds of humans are captured every moment, and many humans wake up in the dark night. They try to protect themselves, but find that there is no way out.

Now looking down at the Kogadel Empire from a high altitude, its entire territory has been covered with a faint blood color, and a series of flames have risen at its border.

"Forward, forward!"

The man's roar resounded in the channel.

While Blogo and others were fighting, the army of the Rhine Alliance also entered the territory of the Kogadel Empire, but what was waiting for them here was not the equally heavily armed army, but the flesh and blood creatures that crawled out from the depths of the ground as the Nation of Solidification was fully activated.

They howled, roared, waved their huge claws, and rushed towards the armored forces. Every roar was accompanied by a fishy smell and a creepy sound, as if it was a roar from the depths of hell.

The tracks of the tanks moved hard on the soft flesh and blood land, sometimes sinking into deep flesh and blood mud, and sometimes being entangled by tentacles that broke out of the ground and unable to move.

The soldiers waved their bayonets and cut off the tentacles one by one. Then, they bravely charged towards the approaching flesh and blood creatures and killed them one by one.

However, these flesh and blood creatures seemed to have no sense of pain. Even if their heads were pierced by bayonets and their chests were shattered by bullets, they still roared and rushed towards the soldiers, slit the throats of mortal soldiers, and sucked their blood.

For this group of things beyond imagination, every time the soldiers waved their bayonets, they needed to make great efforts and courage, but soon, they became numb due to excessive fear.

The machine gun spewed out deadly flames, pouring strings of bullets on them. The dense rain of bullets exploded in the tide of blood and flesh, breaking them into pieces and flying blood and flesh.

But no matter how the large army killed, these monsters seemed endless. Even if one fell, more hideous figures would emerge from the ground and continue to attack the large army. They were like being trapped in a quagmire of flesh and blood, unable to move forward.

A piercing whistle came from above the chaotic battlefield. In the night sky, the bomber formation drew deadly arcs and accurately dropped the alchemical bomb in the center of the monster group.

The alchemical bomb exploded on the land of flesh and blood, setting off huge waves of air and fire, instantly devouring the surrounding monsters, and then the plague of decay filled in it began to spread. With the extreme power of death, it temporarily suppressed the surge of the country of solidified pulp and cleared a way forward in the dense sea of ​​monsters.

But soon, this cleared road was filled with a steady stream of flesh and blood creatures.

The entire battlefield turned into a purgatory on earth, with smoke and blood in the air. The faces of the soldiers were stained black by smoke and sweat, and their clothes were soaked with their own blood, the blood of their comrades, or the blood of monsters, sticking tightly to their bodies.

Every breath they took became extremely difficult, and every move required great effort. Some soldiers were corrupted by flesh and blood, screaming as deformed tumors grew all over their bodies.

Many ether reactions rose in various parts of the battlefield, and the condensers sent over also joined the battle. They successfully maintained the stability of the front line, but these monsters could not be killed, and the condensers would sooner or later be exhausted.

Such desperate battles took place in every part of the border of the Kogadel Empire. The large-scale offensive that the Rhine Alliance had planned for a long time ended up becoming a line of defense to prevent the spread of the tide of flesh and blood.

In the far north of the continent, in the rolling snow, Holt stared at the Great Rift in front of him with a solemn expression, and the Condensers around him had already been ready.

A touch of scarlet suddenly flashed from the light of the Great Rift, and Holt decisively detonated his own secret energy, and the roaring ether echoed around the Great Rift.

The ready Condensers launched an offensive forward, and a steady stream of blood burst out of the Great Rift, and the deformed and twisted bodies reveled and attacked the world.

From the south to the north, no one could stay out of it.