Endless Debt

The boundless wind and snow raged on the vast ice field, as if covered with a gray filter, hiding the figures of the demons.

In the howling cold wind, Hill smiled and opened his hands, like an artist performing on the stage, showing his most perfect work to his audience... Beelzebub and Mammon.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it? Everyone."

Hill looked up, the blazing white storm was close at hand, and the roaring snow dust covered the sky. They not only covered the battlefield, but also flowed into the material world along the collapsed cracks like a volcanic eruption.

The flying snowflakes were like pure tears from the sky, but they were also cold to the bone. This coldness ruthlessly covered the pillars of royal power, making the already tall and majestic behemoth even colder.

The flesh and blood that were wriggling like roundworms on the Pillar of Kingship had nowhere to escape in the overwhelming snowstorm. They were quickly frozen, their bodies became stiff and cold, and finally solidified into hideous statues.

"It's really beautiful."

Mammon also looked up and watched.

The Pillar of Kingship was already a magnificent creation that shocked the world, but in front of this blazing white storm that penetrated the sky and the earth, it seemed particularly small, like the huge ships swallowed by the waves on the sea.

Thousands of streams of light interspersed in the storm, and the dazzling scarlet of the Pillar of Kingship was no longer there. It became blurred and covered with layers of gray that could not be melted.

Under the wrath of the Secret Source, the etheric rift originally torn by Hill further expanded. At this moment, they could clearly see through the ever-expanding rift and peek into the material world.

The pillar of royal power continued to collapse and sink, and the surrounding flesh and blood land also fell into the etheric world. The wind and snow gushed out, rolling up the dark clouds of the material world.

The bright moonlight became thinner and thinner, until the dark clouds gathered again, turning into an iron curtain that could not be broken through, blocking all the light.

"Then what? Hill."

Mammon turned his eyes back to Hill and said disdainfully, "I really didn't expect that you could think of using this method and these countless souls to try to make the secret source give birth to its own consciousness."

"But you and I know, Hill, you are just useless."

After experiencing the initial shock and shock, Mammon came back to his senses. It was indeed a good idea to make the secret source give birth to self-consciousness and then join this dispute, but the problem is that it is not so easy for the secret source to give birth to autonomous consciousness like the devils.

Even if Hill stored such a large number of souls, it should be understood that even without Hill's storage, they would return to the secret source. This is the blood contract that every condenser should fulfill after death.

Mammon laughed, "These souls alone are not enough. At most, they have slightly accelerated the process of the secret source's birth of self-awareness."

The cold wind and snow swept across Mammon's body, covering him with layers of white snow.

The devil's power was agitated and alienated, and Mammon's skin became pale. Dense capillaries emerged from under the skin, but it was not blood-colored, but dark that could not be illuminated by light.

Sticky tar seeped out of Mammon's eyes, and he said sternly, "So, in the end, we won!"

The voice echoed in the roaring storm, and the scarlet blood rune appeared again, like a pillar of light rising from the ground. Beelzebub stood silently behind Mammon. As Mammon went all out, two blood runes also stood quietly behind her, exuding the power of taboo and repression.

After Servis fell, Beelzebub lost her crowned one. The price was painful, but the effect was also significant. Servis almost consumed all the power of the Order Bureau in the Pillar of Kingship.

Xilin and Albert fell one after another, the One in the Thousands disintegrated, and even Blogo fell into a state of death. The only ones who could move were Palmer and Nathanil.

Nathanil was seriously injured and had little combat power left. Palmer was just a defender. It was a miracle that he could survive until now.

On this final chessboard, Hill had used up all his chess pieces, and there were only a few left, only himself.

Mammon could almost see the dawn of victory. It was also on the eve of this that the extremely cautious and careful Silent One chose to become the only one, enjoy the ether pool alone, and wear the supreme crown.

"Do you have any other tricks? Hill, just show me!"

Mammon laughed loudly, ecstatic.

Hill was not affected by Mammon's words, and he was still calm and rational.

Turning his head, Hill looked at the angry secret source. Just as Mammon said, even if the One and the Ten Thousand disintegrated and countless souls returned to the secret source, it only accelerated the process of its birth of consciousness, and failed to allow it to truly produce its own self.

"Mammon, you still don't understand what I mean."

Hill smiled and sighed, "The so-called people have something called obsession. As I just said, even if they die, this obsession will still remain in their souls, just like the echo, which is difficult to resolve."

Mammon shook his head, "Then what?"

"Then... then these countless obsessions will gather together, become the first spark of thought, and ignite the first wildfire of darkness."

Hill's voice became sonorous, as if steel was colliding and roaring in his throat.

"Their sacrifice may not give birth to the so-called self of the Secret Source, but it is enough to use this powerful obsession to push the Secret Source, making it like a confused beast, knowing what anger is and why revenge is."

The blazing white storm illuminated the world, and the endless stream of light, like the spirits released, rose and fell, interweaving into a grand meteor shower.

They flew and pulled out extended trajectories, and the star tracks in the sky covered the boundlessness of the etheric world.

As if he was in a group of constantly colliding nebulae, Hill was wrapped in endless starlight. He opened his hands, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this sacred moment to his heart's content.

Every stream of light is a golden soul, and every golden soul corresponds to a noble and dedicated existence.

The dots of starlight gathered into beams, and the beams of light entangled into a flashing behemoth.

Suddenly, a melodious whale cry sounded from the depths of the secret source, and a giant whale cast by light rushed out from the blazing white storm. It rolled over and sank into the storm again, slapping the scattered light spots, and appeared again.

Mammon and Beelzebub looked at the giant whale that suddenly appeared, and their thoughts were interrupted for a moment. They remembered this giant whale, which was the One of Ten Thousand Ones that had just disintegrated and died.

They couldn't figure out why the evil in this world did not have a soul, and even if it had a soul, its soul should belong to the devil, so it appeared in the secret source...

Suddenly, Mammon understood that what appeared in front of him was not the One of Ten Thousand Ones at all, but the countless souls stored in the One of Ten Thousand Ones.

The original owners of the souls died long ago, but the memories of their souls have not ended. They have been hidden in the body of the One in the Million, witnessing the changes of the world through its eyes...

When these countless souls jumped into the Secret Source together, the memories of the souls ended at the same time, but after the end, the obsession that transcends life and death, like a huge inertia, continued to push everything forward.

Thousands of souls were injected into the Secret Source, and thousands of souls also echoed.

Since then, the hazy consciousness of the Secret Source no longer only follows the iron law of instinct. It can feel the sadness of thousands of souls, understand their pain and anger, and use this - revenge!

The giant whale emerged from the blazing white storm, and its light-cast body quickly collapsed, converging into a single beam of light, rising from the ground.

The beam engulfed the Pillar of Kingship, passed through the broken rift, released from the etheric world, and finally reached the material world.

In an instant, a vision far more magnificent than the tree of light on the ridge of the mountains descended upon the world. It was a beam of light that spanned the two worlds, easily piercing through the thick dark clouds and surging toward the edge of the sky.

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On the ridge of the mountains, the quiet defense line that had just been built had now become a tragic battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Countless brave bodies fell, and then countless flesh and blood creatures stood up from the shadow of death and continued to devote themselves to this endless killing.

After a long battle, even Holt, a glorious man, had a lot of shocking scars on his body.

He looked around and found that many familiar faces of the staff who had fought side by side with him had disappeared in the flames of war, replaced by unfamiliar faces who came to reinforce.

Just as everyone was gasping for breath, a dazzling light suddenly broke through the darkness. Holt quickly turned his head and looked at the source of the light.

At the end of the distant sky, a thin and dazzling beam of light penetrated the thick clouds and rushed into the sky.

Holt thought it was a big crack that broke from the Kogadel Empire, but he soon discovered that the thin beam of light was still rising.

"What... happened?"

Holt found it difficult to understand this vision. If this beam of light that was still extending was a big crack to be opened, then the scope of this big crack might be able to engulf the entire continent.

Just as Holt was shocked, another series of visions broke out. He clearly felt that the ether reaction that filled the battlefield around him quickly extinguished a large area, which meant that in an instant, a large number of condensers died at the same time.

Holt looked at his subordinates nervously and even a little horrified. In an instant, Holt thought of many things in his mind. If some supreme power came and completely wiped them out, then the defense line he was guarding would also fall apart.

In such a deadly despair, Holt did not think about his own safety, but worried about how long the Morningwind Fortress could last if this place was lost.

But when Holt's eyes swept over, he found that his subordinates were fine, everyone was still alive, although they were in a mess, but everyone was breathing.

Seeing Holt, a staff member said in panic, "I... I can't use the secret power."

After the first staff member spoke, many other staff members said similar situations.

The staff still had a certain amount of ether in their bodies, the alchemical matrix was intact, and even the surrounding environment was full of ether, not in an ether vacuum.

But they suddenly lost the ability to drive ether and activate secret energy, just like... just like the secret source rejected them and no longer undertook the conversion of the miracle power.

Listening to the reports of the staff, Holt found that those who lost contact with the secret source were all first-stage condensers. Before Holt could figure out what was going on, several ether reactions disappeared in his perception.

Looking nervously at the location where the ether disappeared, the staff corresponding to the ether reaction was standing on the defense line. From the horror in his eyes, he also lost contact with the secret source.

This group of staff who lost contact with the secret source were basically believers.

Holt still didn't know what happened, but he vaguely realized that the current changes would be related to the fate of the world... just like the beam that kept breaking through the sky.

A hoarse cry sounded from the end of the blood. Holt turned his head and saw a large amount of blood overflowing from the big crack again. The hideous and twisted flesh and blood creatures launched a new round of attacks.

Holt took a deep breath. He no longer stayed on the defense line, but roared and rushed to the front.

A large number of condensers and believers lost contact with the ether. At present, they were no different from ordinary people. Once they fought with the flesh and blood creatures in close combat, their situation would become extremely dangerous.

Holt didn't know if this kind of disconnection would continue to happen to the Negative Power, the Defenders, or even the Glory, but he knew that he had to hold up the defense line to save more people.

"Is this the end? Everything is heading for extinction, even the Condensers are no exception."

Holt sighed softly and rushed into the scarlet.

He guessed that this situation should not only happen here, but this kind of Secret Source disconnection may be happening all over the world.

In fact, as Holt guessed, the Secret Source disconnection broke out on every battlefield all over the world.

On the border of the Kogadel Empire, the mechanized army was still fighting a desperate battle with the endless tide of flesh and blood. With the help of alchemical weapons, the flesh and blood land was burned into pieces of scorched earth.

The Condensers were preparing to launch another in-depth raid, but just as they were about to go out, they found that they had lost contact with the Secret Source and could no longer drive the Alchemical Matrix.

At the same time, the dazzling light shone on the battlefield, and the soldiers raised their heads and stared at the rising light column.

The light was brilliant, illuminating the scorched earth and the boiling sea.

In the vast sea of ​​the Kogadel Empire, the joint fleet led by the Xitao people was fiercely fighting the enemy.

Their artillery fire poured down on the coastline like a rainstorm, and the deafening sound of the artillery and the roar of the waves intertwined to form a magnificent war song.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the endless stream of flesh and blood creatures still surged like a tide. They climbed up the solid hull without pain and tried to break through this line of defense.

The mission given to the Xitao people and other extraordinary forces by the Order Bureau was the same, which was to prevent the Nation of Solidified Pulp from infecting the outside world.

This mission was not easy.

Since the war began, several large ships have sunk tragically under the siege of flesh and blood creatures, and countless figures have struggled in the water, with their throats cut by the sharp claws, dyeing a large area of ​​sea water red.

But even so, the people of Xitao did not retreat. They knew that once they evacuated this place, the flesh and blood creatures would enter the sea as if they were in an uninhabited place.

At the end of the journey of the flesh and blood creatures, it was the homeland they swore to protect - Freeport.

Therefore, the people of Xitao still stick to their posts, their eyes are firm and resolute. No matter how much they pay, they must stick to the end until the last moment.

A new round of bombardment came like thunder, and the coast became bumpy under the fierce bombardment. Tons of fuel were dumped into the turbulent sea like an angry torrent.

They floated on the sea, forming a thick layer of oil film, and then the fire ignited.

In an instant, a blazing sea of ​​fire ignited on the sea, the flames shot up to the sky, and a series of hot defense lines were formed. The flesh and blood creatures struggled and wailed in the sea of ​​fire, and their figures twisted and danced in the flames, and finally sank.

The flame defense line worked, effectively blocking the attack of the flesh and blood creatures, and winning a precious respite for the people of Xitao. However, before they could rest, an inexplicable fear quietly spread.

Many condensers were horrified to find that their connection with the secret source was suddenly interrupted, and the alchemical matrix in their bodies could not function at all. These warriors who once possessed extraordinary power became mortals in an instant.

When they fell into deep fear and despair, a ray of light sprinkled from the night sky.

It was a slender and dazzling beam of light, which penetrated the thick clouds, illuminated the entire sea, and split the entire sky into two halves.

At this moment, it seemed that people all over the world could see the rising light as long as they raised their heads, even Amy, who was far away in the City of Oath, Opus, witnessed its blooming.

"Haven't you figured out what's going on yet?"

Fierce conversations sounded behind Amy, and Bailey and Mamo discussed nervously.

The loss of contact with the Secret Source also occurred in the Order Bureau, and because there are many Condensers in the Order Bureau, such a large number of Secret Sources have lost contact, which has caused panic to a certain extent.

Bailey suspected that the dispute among the devils had come to an end. At present, not only the devils have left, but the Secret Source has also been defeated.

Once the Secret Source falls and is deprived of its power by the devils, the blood contract signed between the Secret Source and the Condensers will also be dominated by the devils. From then on, all Condensers in the Secret Source system will be restricted by the devils.

Mamo's view is still optimistic... There is no other way except optimism. He tried to convince himself that it was only the Condensers and the Prayers who lost contact. The higher-level beings still had the connection with the Secret Source, proving that the Secret Source was still operating normally.

Soon, under a new round of visions, the negative power holders also lost contact with the Secret Source one by one, the ether could no longer operate at all, and the alchemical matrix fell silent.

More intense quarrels and panic spread behind Amy.

Amy did not participate in the debate. Since the decision-making room stepped into the ether world with that weird posture not long ago, the status of the staff has been shaken to a certain extent, and this continuous change has made everyone shaky.

Fortunately, everyone has excellent professional qualities. Even so, they still maintain a high degree of rationality. Only a small number of people became hysterical because of self-doubt.

Amy looked at the beam of light quietly, and roughly judged that the light was about to pass through the atmosphere and reach the outer space.

She was very curious about what the light was, but it was a pity that she was not on the final battlefield.

Lowering her head, Amy flipped her palms. As a believer, she also lost the connection with the secret source. This feeling was very subtle, like a fish being taken out of the water and placed in the air.

A strong sense of uneasiness grew and spread in her heart, and it was difficult to suppress it. Just as Amy tried to control herself from falling into this negative emotion, Amy suddenly noticed something.

She flipped through her wide pocket and took out a pair of ether flow eyepieces from it.

This is the eyepiece that scholars often wear when conducting research. It can enable scholars to have the ability to look directly into the ether, so as to better observe the flow of ether.

As if by magic, Amy put on the ether flow eyepieces and looked at the rising light.

In an instant, the blazing white light almost blinded Amy's eyes. She instinctively overflowed with tears, staring at the sacred scene that could only be seen under the ether flow eyepieces.

Flowing light.

Streams of light are everywhere.

They rise from every corner of the world, like ghosts summoned by some mysterious power.

From ancient castles, bustling cities, from the smoke-filled mountain ridges to the turbulent burning seas, and even on the long and solid border of the Kogadel Empire, beams of light are constantly rising and gathering.

They are like meteors rushing, cutting through the night sky, crossing thousands of kilometers, just to meet the bright light rising from the pillar of royal power in the sky.

That light is so dazzling, as if it is the source of all the light between heaven and earth, attracting the streamers to keep approaching and surrounding.

The infinite light rotates and condenses, gradually merges into one, and turns into a purer and only light.

Amy watched.

The light broke through the shackles of the dark clouds, tore through the limits of the sky, and passed through the atmosphere without hindrance. Then, it pierced through the huge rocks like mountains along the way, reaching the devil's land and nothingness on the moon.

The shadows in the crater were completely illuminated as the light descended, and the giant body at the bottom of the crater, which was full of cables and wrapped in machinery, was also illuminated.

The light was like a spotlight on the stage, shining on the twisted flesh and blood of the system called the Axis of Time. In a spasm and twitch, a sigh and a wail came from the flesh and blood.

This complex system that has lasted for decades and maintained immortality has come to an end today. The flesh and blood broke apart and collapsed, and the heavy metal fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

At the same time, the bulging abdomen on the body, which was glowing orange-red, also broke.

The smelly amniotic fluid overflowed from the rapidly shrinking abdomen, and the Axis of Time vomited out the last body in its body.

The pale body fell into the warm amniotic fluid.

This is not another copy of the body created by the Time Axis System to maintain immortality, but the original body that has been placed in the Time Axis System since the day it was built - all copies require a perfect original.

He is the only one and the last.