Endless Debt

In the desolate gray world, at the bottom of the crater illuminated by the light, countless equally gray, sculpture-like corpses were lined up in all directions, shaping this place into a strange and quiet place where life ended.

The original curled up, and after a painful vomiting, he let out an extremely deep breath.

Like the first cry of a baby, or the first spark when an engine started, with this heavy breath and the rhythm of life, the original came alive, and his pale skin turned bloody.

Just like the first color that emerged in a black and white movie, he was now different from those sinking, gray corpses.

The original tore off a thin film covering his body and stood up shakily. He was like a newborn baby, with helplessness and panic in his eyes.

But then, there were bursts of sharp pain in the original's mind, and at the same time, countless memories flooded his thoughts like a tide.

The chaotic and noisy memory is like a long movie, in which the original glimpses a man's life.

The man was born in a grand plan, with a soul in another world, and a soulless body, carrying the expectations of countless people.

He has experienced many things, good and bad, quiet and peaceful days, and cruel wars... But no matter what he has experienced, the man always moves forward unswervingly.

Move forward, keep moving forward until he reaches the end of his destiny, until this moment, the man finally stops, he looks back, and examines his life...

The sum of past experiences creates a person's whole, and strokes spell out the name of Blog Lazarus.

The original remembered his name, and Blog stood in this desolate world.

The scattered and confused pupils regained their luster, and Blog sighed for a long time, breaking the tranquility and nothingness here.

The chaotic and broken consciousness connected, and Blogo realized belatedly that he did not resurrect in the Pillar of Kingship, but appeared directly in the void, and this time he stood here with real flesh and blood, no longer the previous consciousness.

Something seemed to have happened.

Turning back, Blogo looked at the time-tracing axis system that was constantly disintegrating and turning into a mass of rotten meat. Turbid blood flowed through Blogo's feet, and the scarlet color formed a very strong contrast with Blogo's slightly pale skin.

Blogo looked at the time-tracing axis system that was constantly collapsing, and then looked at the endless, gray, sculpture-like corpses around him.

In the dark, Blogo seemed to understand all the reasons, and couldn't help but laugh at himself, "Is it the last life?"

With the destruction of the time-tracing axis system, Blogo lost the power of immortality, but he also had this last body, a perfect, original, soulless body.

The chilling coldness came from all over his body, and the dust fell on his wet and sticky skin, covering it with layers of gray. Blogo raised his stiff neck and looked up at the blue and clear planet above his head.

The grandeur and the insignificance stirred in Blogo's mind, and the infinite light surging from the etheric world and the material world also stirred.

It was like a god descending from heaven.

Endless streams of light covered Blogo's body, just like the curtain was drawn and the spotlight fell. Blogo became the protagonist standing on the stage, ready to perform the final performance.

"Blogo..."

In the light, an illusory voice echoed.

Blogo heard that someone was talking to him... There were thousands of ghosts talking to him. They expressed their anger and regrets, declared their vows and determination, recognized themselves, believed in themselves, and were willing to bet all their chips on themselves.

The chaotic voice echoed in his mind, and those ghosts had a final conversation with him.

The ghosts said, "I'll leave it all to you, Blog Lazarus."

Blog responded to the voice in his head as if he was talking to himself, "Okay."

As if this voice was not strong enough, after a pause, Blog answered again with a stronger voice.

"Whether you are the dedicated sages or the heroes who have devoted themselves to this, whether you are the secret source or the eighth person!"

Blog swore to the thousands of ghosts and roared, "Just leave it all to me!"

Then, Blog's face showed a narcissistic, rampant, and morbid smile.

"I am the savior!"

It's like a kind of psychological suggestion and self-deception. If a lie is told thousands of times, you will believe it and remain steadfast. If an impossible fact is prayed for thousands of times, it will miraculously become a fantasy.

Thus, the light that spanned the two worlds and gathered the power of the masses was poured into Blogo's body, making this soulless body carry the will of thousands of souls.

From then on, Blogo became the agent walking in the world, the container of countless obsessions - the chosen one of the secret source.

Blogo summoned the ether, and the alchemical matrix slowly started to operate. The complicated light tracks also illuminated Blogo's body surface. They spread, expanded, and intertwined together. Their complex tracks were like dense capillaries, covering almost every inch of Blogo's body surface.

The supreme power from the Secret Source carves the soul of Blogo at will. It not only reshapes Blogo's own infinitely narrow and sharp alchemical matrix, but also covers it with another layer of alchemical matrix. That is the infinitely broad and blunt alchemical matrix belonging to Xilin.

The alchemical matrices of the two originally originated from the same body, but they went to different paths. Now that Blogo has been recognized by the Secret Source and has become the blade of revenge of the Secret Source, the infinitely narrow and sharp and the infinitely broad and blunt are also engraved into the depths of Blogo's soul.

The two sets of alchemical matrices are perfectly embedded together, thus becoming a perfect matrix that can make the Condenser transcend the limit. This is exactly the grand blueprint that King Solomon has achieved on the eve of the fall of the Holy City, relying on the wisdom of countless scholars and the limit of human power.

"Is this the so-called red dragon?"

Blogo feels the power rising continuously in his body. The perfect matrix pushes the ether. In the blink of an eye, Blogo's own ether strength reaches the limit of the Glory.

"No, this is just a part of the red dragon."

Berogo asked himself and answered himself, looking up again at the blue and clear planet above his head.

Thousands of ghosts and wills poured into Berogo's body, and at the same time, the magnificent power that erupted from the secret source was also consumed on this magnificent blueprint and perfect matrix.

In the short power vacuum, Berogo felt that the secret source was restless again, it was unbearable and furious.

The secret source is the source of power for all condensers and the indispensable key to achieving extraordinary power.

Condensers sacrifice ether to the secret source and then obtain the extraordinary power bestowed by the secret source. By analogy, the secret source is like an extremely huge server. Condensers of different ranks can obtain different degrees of computing power from the secret source to support their walk in the mortal world.

As the perfect matrix extended from Blogo's body, the Secret Source, relying on its hazy will, first rejected all the first-stage condensers connected to it, followed by the second-stage believers, and even the third-stage bearers, who also lost contact.

A large number of condensers were rejected by the Secret Source. At the same time, as a large number of condensers lost contact, the load of the Secret Source was instantly reduced a lot, and a large amount of resources were released. These released resource computing power were instantly allocated to Blogo, and he alone enjoyed it.

Incredible amounts of ether are being released and bursting out from Blogo's body. Now, Blogo seems to be directly connected to the Secret Source, enjoying endless ether support, and under the focus of the Secret Source's computing power, the conversion efficiency of the perfect matrix has also reached its limit. Blogo only needs to consume much less ether than ordinary people to create a supernatural power that is earth-shaking, and this is the power of protection that belongs only to the Secret Source.

Protection·Saint Yi of the Wish.

A faint cracking sound rang out from Blogo's ears.

He realized that at this moment, the secret source rejected the connection of the defenders. At the same time, as the defenders lost contact, the miraculous power released supported the perfect matrix to surpass the limit of restraint.

The barrier that bound the mortal nature was broken, and the scattered starlight gathered again. They were cast on Blogo's head and turned into a blazing white, ten-pointed crown.

There was no earth-shattering change, nor any grand ceremony. Everything was so plain and calm. It can even be said that in this desolate and empty world, there was not even a single audience... but there was still an audience.

Blogo could hear Belfinger's joyful smile, and the remaining consciousness still followed Blogo like a ghost, watching his every move.

Before, Blogo was completely unaware of the existence of this consciousness, but now, Blogo not only noticed it, but he could also be sure that he was fully capable of completely destroying this consciousness.

Blogo didn't do that. Putting aside his position and good and evil, he liked this lazy devil very much. He was willing to let this devil witness it to the end.

The perfect matrix flickered continuously, and the ether was like a tide, released from Blogo's body and sank into this desolate world.

The boundless and dullness made Blogo's field instantly cover the entire devil's territory, while the infinite narrowness and sharpness made Blogo's power reach the microscopic depths.

The pale earth suddenly trembled, and the earth was like a broken ice surface, cracking densely, fine dust fell to the ground, and rough iron slag rose.

The infinite narrowness and sharpness easily extracted heavy iron from this desolate underground, and melted them into armor in the sonorous sound of ether, and attached them to Blogo's naked body piece by piece, until the layers of rugged armor completely wrapped him.

The fully armed Blog looked up at the clear blue planet again. Suddenly, he couldn't help but wonder, what was Hill thinking when he stood here and looked up at this planet?

Was it the grandeur of the world, the fate of mankind, or the survival of individuals?

Maybe Hill didn't think about anything, just admiring this beauty.

Thinking of this, Blog raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the hideous mask covered his face, and then the arc of ether rushed out from the gap of the armor.

The high concentration of ether roared wantonly, burning into a ray of light-cast wings, extending from Blog's armor, covered with rosy clouds.

Blog stomped hard on the ground, and in an instant, the earth fell apart, and Blog rushed into the air at high speed, like a streaking meteor.

A low and hoarse spell sounded between the universe.

"I am Blog Lazarus."

The high concentration of ether flow continued to accelerate Blogo's body, and his figure was almost twisted into a deadly arc of light. The ether exploded into a series of arcs, rushing towards the blue and clear planet.

"I am a red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, wearing a crown."

The void collapsed and destroyed, and the power of the crowned ruthlessly peeled off the ground, picking up the thousands of tons of boulders. They tore the surface, swallowed the all-seeing eye, and rolled over the open-air theater. They rushed towards the blue and clear planet together with Blogo, turning into a huge group of meteorites following Blogo.

Blogo's figure turned into a tiny bright spot. As the power of the crowned accelerated to the limit, this tiny bright spot was pulled into a thin silk thread.

As Blogo was pulled by gravity, the straight silk thread was also compressed to a certain degree of arc, and at the same time the bright spot began to slowly grow larger and brighter, like a new star gradually rising in the night sky.

The azure and clear planet was in sight. Blogo crashed into the slightly thin upper atmosphere. Due to his terrifying speed, the intense friction between the armor and the atmospheric molecules began to burn.

The aerodynamic heating effect acted on Blogo's body, and the surface temperature of the armor rose sharply. The metal burned red, and the surrounding atmospheric molecules were ionized, bursting out with brighter flashes.

Layers of hot fireworks wrapped around Blogo's body, and the light overlapped and intensified repeatedly until it fell to the earth like a meteor and forcibly broke through the atmosphere.

The azure and clear world rapidly enlarged in front of Blogo's eyes, like a magnificent masterpiece blooming in front of him.

The power of the crowned one broke out in full, and the ether surged and overflowed, forcibly slowing Blogo's body. The brilliant sparks and arcs flashed continuously, and the solid armor peeled off one after another, like a faded fire armor.

Blogo whispered, surrounded by arcs and fireworks, hovering over a vast scarlet land.

"I am the destroyer of the old order."

He looked down at the earth mercilessly, standing like a god in the sky, and above him, the deep blue sky was dyed red by the blazing fire.

"It will also be the pioneer of the new order."

Pieces of meteorites as big as mountains rushed into the atmosphere at an astonishing speed. Their huge mass and high-speed movement caused violent friction with the atmosphere, instantly igniting the surrounding air and forming a dazzling fire.

Under the huge pressure and heat, the meteorite began to vibrate violently, with cracks on the surface crisscrossing, and fragments were constantly peeled off from the main body. The surface of the meteorite evaporated rapidly, and while the mass was rapidly consumed, a large amount of gas and dust were released. These substances burned at high temperatures, dragging bright tail flames, and turned into fire meteors streaking towards the ground.

The split fragments burned and exploded in the air, lighting up the night sky like daytime. An unprecedented feast of fire rain poured down from the end of the sky.

The end of the world, the end of the world.

On the ridge of the mountains, Holt roared and tore the flesh and blood creatures in front of him. Even though his body was covered with scars, he still stubbornly moved forward.

With the successive outbreaks of visions, not only the Condensers and the Prayers, but also the Power Bearers and the Defenders lost contact with the Secret Source and became mortals with power in vain.

Only the Glory Ones like Holt still possessed extraordinary power. He stepped forward and took on the pressure of the entire defense line alone. However, no matter how powerful Holt was, he was still restricted by the soul scar. The endless tide of flesh and blood surged, almost swallowing him up completely.

But at this moment, a blazing fire passed over Holt's head. Looking up, he saw the burning fire rain falling from the sky, like a precise artillery bombardment, hitting the bright big crack.

In an instant, a touch of whiteness rapidly enlarged in front of Holt's eyes, the noise was noisy to the limit, and turned into a quiet buzzing, and the roaring shock wave engulfed all the flesh and blood creatures.

Holt only had time to create a delayed force field defense line before an explosion that was enough to cover the large rift rose from the ground.

The meteorite collided with the large rift and burst into a light brighter than the sun. The huge energy generated by the collision was released in an instant, forming a circular shock wave that spread around at supersonic speed.

Wherever the shock wave passed, all flesh and blood creations were instantly turned into powder, and even solid rocks were cracked and shattered under this force.

The violent shock wave passed by Holt. In the chaotic vision, the blood evaporated, the earth turned into scorched earth, and the terrifying and hideous flesh and blood creations disappeared, leaving only the unburned meat stuck to the hot rocks.

The broken rain of fire spanned the north and south of the sky, scattered in all directions, they rotated and roared, and fell into the fierce naval battle of the Xitao people one after another.

The burning meteorite fell from the sky at an astonishing speed, hitting the huge and fragile flesh and blood creations rolling on the sea.

This disaster from outer space instantly smashed those hideous creatures into tiny pieces of flesh, as if a bloody storm swept across the sea.

The impact of the meteorite caused huge waves on the sea surface, and the waves as high as tens of meters formed in an instant, and then spread around with the force of thunder.

The waves rolled and roared, engulfing the smashed flesh and blood creatures, ruthlessly shaking the large ships around. The crew repeatedly hit the wall in the violent shaking.

After penetrating the flesh and blood creatures, the hot meteorite broke into countless smaller pieces of rubble. These hot stones sank to the bottom of the sea with the remaining power, and crushed the flesh and blood creatures crawling on the seabed together.

Under this targeted devastating blow, no matter the flesh and blood creatures on the sea or under the sea, they had nowhere to escape and could not be spared.

The entire sea was dyed red by this extraterrestrial disaster, and pieces of flesh and blood fragments floated on the sea, emitting a strong bloody smell.

The crew climbed up in panic, lying on the fence, and saw more fire rain falling towards the direction of the Kogadel Empire.

Obviously such a huge and deadly meteorite, but their fall was as precise as a scalpel. The successive explosions spread along the border of the Kogadel Empire, and the dazzling flames formed a line, turning into a blazing wall of fire, sealing the Kogadel Empire behind the wall of fire.

The army stopped advancing, the soldiers hugged the guns in front of their chests, looked up at the burning night sky, and couldn't help holding their breath.

The dense rain of fire was like the wrath of the gods, pouring down madly. Each drop of fire rain was a huge meteorite. They broke and exploded in mid-air, turning into countless hot fragments, and fiercely attacked the battlefield on the border with supreme power.

The meteorites hit one by one along the battlefield, and each impact was accompanied by a deafening roar and explosion. Thousands of flesh and blood creatures seemed so fragile in front of this irresistible force. They were instantly turned into powder, and not even a trace was left.

The earth trembled under the continuous impact of meteorites, as if it could not bear this huge impact. One after another huge scars were smashed out, deep and terrifying, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

The shock wave swept across the battlefield repeatedly, leaving a mess wherever it passed. Buildings, walls, and forests fell down in pieces in front of this terrible force, turning into pieces of ruins. The entire battlefield seemed to have been completely turned over, with broken buildings and broken limbs everywhere.

Above the vast sky, Blogo stood, like an artist of disaster. The roaring rain of fire was like a brush in his hand, wielding his talent and anger, and outlining thrilling burning marks on the sky.

The power of the crowned raised an endless wind, and Blogo's figure twisted and danced in the wind, resolutely rushing towards the large crack that was winding and cracked under the pillar of royal power.

Then, the burning trajectories of the flames were also ruthlessly pulled and twisted, turning into huge wings of fire blooming from behind him, with flames rolling and covering the sky.

Everything was just as described in the myth, as Hill had predicted.

Blogo descended from the sky, with a ten-horned crown on his head, like a world-destroying red dragon, swooping towards the abyss of hell, unstoppable.