Endless Debt

The massive ether is stirring in the blue world. It has gone from the past tranquility to the absolute hustle and bustle. The silence is no longer, only the crazy wills are biting each other, like wild beasts imprisoned in a cage, using their own All the anger and mania are poured out on the other party.

The black wave rolled over, and countless ferocious and evil figures loomed in the darkness. Beelzebub called for strength and knocked down Hill in one fell swoop. His figure rolled in the boiling sea of ​​darkness, covered in pitch-black tar. It was like wallowing in a fetid swamp.

"Ha ha!"

Hill's disturbing laughter continued. Even though he was repelled by Beelzebub and was scarred, he still looked relaxed and content.

His skin became extremely pale, and his capillaries showed a dark color, which stood out on the surface of his body. His eyes were sunken deeply into the dark sockets. There was no longer any luster, only absolute blackness, just like that. Even the lips became pale as if from blood loss, and the exposed gums were covered with dark slime.

The previous dignity was no longer there, and each devil exposed its ugliest side in this ungrateful fight, like a hysterical fighter who was about to reach the end of his strength.

Mammon breathed deeply. He stared at Hill in front of him. As a sharp stabbing pain came from his mind, Hill's face twisted into Boluogo. Then Boluogo waved his flaming sword and aimed at Cut off his own head.

The tar boiled, and Mammon subconsciously took a step back, only to find that there was nothing in front of her, and there was no Boluogo.

Hill noticed something strange about Mammon, and his voice echoed arrogantly.

"What, do you feel powerless?"

Four scarlet runes flashed behind Hill. He still had an absolute advantage in this dispute. The red light flashed, releasing a frightening sense of crisis.

Mammon's breathing gradually calmed down, and the disdainful smile filled her face again.

"Hill, what if you win and we win?"

Mammon said contemptuously, "I can detect the strangeness in your body. My real blood relative is hidden deep in your soul. When you win all this, he will fulfill the bet and take everything away from you." moment.”

"What if?" Hill looked like a gambler, "What if I win the bet?"

"How arrogant, Hill."

Beelzebub spoke slowly, tar covering her body like a black, living robe, slowly squirming with her breathing.

"Even if you win everything in the end...then how do you solve it?"

Beelzebub said, looking at the slowly approaching white storm in the distance, "The secret source hates all devils, even you."

"Is that so?"

Hill looked at the radiant light that penetrated the sky. After a moment of pause, he said again, "Then I will just obey death."

Turning his head, Hill said resolutely, "As you said, Mammon, I am not a complete devil, nor can I be considered a real human being. But, it is precisely because of my status between the two. , the curse of original sin cannot completely bind me."

Hill stepped forward and strode towards the two of them, opening his hands.

"The moment I win the bet will be the moment I dedicate myself."

The crimson lightning surged, and a series of thunder fell around Hill. The tar fell apart under their attack, stirring up tiny black particles suspended in the air, like pieces of black mist.

Hearing Hill's words, Mammon and Beelzebub were stunned for a moment, and then they laughed disdainfully.

As if hearing some shocking joke, the two laughed at Hill's stupidity.

Beelzebub said, "Hir, no one can refuse the temptation of power. When you win all this, you will only desire to win more, not to say...dedicate yourself."

Desire is like a rolling stone on a high mountain. From the moment it falls, it can no longer stop. It must either continue or be shattered into pieces.

"So what if the devil is short-sighted and blind?" Mammon's voice sounded, "Don't forget, Hill, the devil's original sin also originated from human desires."

"No matter what the outcome is, as long as someone tries to control this power, he will be affected by the original sin. No one, whether it is us or you, can escape."

Hill raised his hand and pointed at the blazing storm, "But he did it."

"But at the same time, he also died, annihilating his own consciousness, no longer having a self, no more desires, and no more original sin to speak of. Only the virtue at the moment of death will last forever... But do you think, Can everyone be as noble as him, as noble as you?"

Mammon shook her head disdainfully, "Hill, you should understand, even if you can achieve the perfect ending in your mind.

Kill all the devils, win all the victories, completely master the power of the aliens, and then... sacrifice yourself, prevent the recurrence of original sin in yourself, and dedicate it all. "

Mammon clapped her hands vigorously and sighed, "What a great character, Hill."

"However, history will continue to repeat itself. In the next hundred or thousand years, there will always be people who, for various reasons, will come to the peaceful ether realm to study you who are dedicated and have no mind anymore, just like scholars. Study the source, and they will try to master your power until the original sin rises again...the devil reappears."

Mammon's voice paused, and Beelzebub beside him seemed to recall something, and memories of the past emerged before his eyes.

"Just like before," she whispered, "just like before, we met the aliens, followed our own desires, and made wishes."

As the voice fell, a strong chill burst out from the bodies of the demons. At this moment, they realized with horror that the various experiences they had experienced and the countless possibilities they had expected were so similar, as if part of a cycle.

Perhaps the alien was like Hill, a person who dedicated himself and accommodated original sin. He was not a sinner exiled by Aurora, but he took the initiative to leave his hometown and bring this terrible evil power to another desolate world.

The alien wanted to die quietly in this barren land and fall into eternal sleep with original sin, but he met the original eight here.

Seven people followed their desires and turned into demons, and the eighth person sacrificed himself and transformed original sin into virtue.

Now, everything has come to this point, as if history has overlapped, Hill will win and become the next alien visitor. He contains all the power and waits for the arrival of the next visitor, who will decide the nature of the power.

Is it the original sin of following desires, or the virtue of dedication.

"Look, this cycle of despair will happen again," Mammon said incomprehensibly, "So what are you obsessed with?"

"What are you obsessed with?"

Hill looked up and looked at the boundless world. It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a few seconds had passed. His voice sounded faintly.

"Devils, I have always believed in the virtues of mankind. It may be rare, but I firmly believe that it does exist, just like among the eight of you, there are still people who will choose to sacrifice for beauty."

Hill said, tearing open his chest with both hands. This time, he no longer tore the tar body, but the bloody flesh. In this tender life, a line of words like a brand was engraved on the beating heart.

A relieved smile appeared on Hill's face. He showed Mammon and Beelzebub his bet with Jealousy without hiding it, and announced it to them.

"I believe, and will continue to believe, that humans always have a golden soul. Similarly, I will bet everything I have, the fate of the world, everything, everything, all on this golden soul."

Mammon and Beelzebub saw through Hill's bet with Jealousy, and the truth of everything appeared before their eyes without any warning, setting off a huge wave.

"The end of mankind should be decided by mankind."

A morbid madness appeared on Hill's face, the wound on his chest healed, and the blood-colored thunder was like a mad snake, entwining his body.

"If mankind wins and defeats original sin, the curse of original sin will end, the devil will be eradicated, and all mankind will usher in a new era and a new order."

Suddenly, Hill's voice became lighter, and his figure twisted into a blurred afterimage, and then a violent collision sounded from Beelzebub's body.

After a red thunderbolt, a huge hole opened up from Beelzebub's abdomen. There was no flesh and blood in the horrible cross section, only tar squirming, and... and a scarlet rune.

Hill clenched the scarlet rune in Beelzebub's body, and pulled it out of Beelzebub's body as if he was dissecting his internal organs. In an instant, Beelzebub's body trembled in pain, and the tar boiled.

"If humans lose, just like you did in the past, they will surrender to their own desires and kneel before the original sin..."

Hill admired the trembling scarlet rune in his hand. The forbidden and evil power of original sin was slowly emanating from it. Beelzebub half-knelt on the ground, his face pale, looking at Hill in disbelief.

Obviously, whether it was Beelzebub or Mammon, they underestimated Hill's power and underestimated how powerful this existence who held four powers and original sin at the same time was.

The tragic red light made Hill's face look extremely evil, and he whispered.

"Then just as you said, Mammon, let this cycle of despair continue, and let all this end in destruction."

Mammon couldn't help holding his breath and looked at Hill in disbelief.

He guessed wrong. He and Beelzebub had guessed wrong from the beginning. They thought Hill was a savior who was working hard to free mankind from the devil's hands... Hill was indeed a savior, but at the same time, this savior didn't mind that mankind would be completely destroyed.

Hill was a madman, a complete madman. He had had enough of the devil's disputes and everything in the world. He longed for an ending.

No matter good or bad.

Mammon summoned the power of original sin, and rolling tar rolled around him. He tried to do something, but an uncontrollable pain broke out from his body. Mammon clearly realized that he was losing something. Sharp pain spread from his body, as if a group of worms were gnawing at his body.

Suddenly, Mammon's chest collapsed strangely, Tar wailed helplessly, and large drops of mucus fell to the ground.

Mammon felt that his consciousness was torn in half, one half was bearing this endless pain, and the other half was completely heading towards destruction and nothingness, leaving no residue.

"Oh, it seems that Blogo won."

Hill strode over, smiling, humming the familiar and joyful melody.

The red flash roared, locking the three people in a deadly electric field. Hill looked at Mammon, then at Beelzebub. He suddenly released his power, and the boiling dark sea calmed down.

Mammon stared, and Beelzebub also remained highly alert. With the defeat of the Wordless One, the Chosen Ones of the two were dead, and Hill had a comprehensive advantage. As long as he continued and held on until Blogo supported the Ether Realm, then Hill was fully capable of completely ending all the disputes.

But Hill did not do so. Instead, he took the initiative to release his power and stopped attacking.

"Beelzebub, Mammon, you can't win," Hill said calmly, "Do you want to continue?"

Hill snapped his fingers, and an iron throne rose in the squirming tar. Hill sat back, and in front of him, a huge round table like a giant shield emerged, and then the iron thrones rose one by one.

"Rather than an unseemly ending of biting each other like wild beasts, let's end this in a more devilish way."

Hill let go of the scarlet rune in his hand. It did not return to Beelzebub's body, but stagnated on an iron throne beside him.

Beelzebub and Mammon looked at each other, staring at Hill in silence. Their chances of winning were extremely slim. If they continued to fight, Hill was destined to win all the victories...

Hill smiled excitedly, with his hands on the round table in front of him, crossing them into a triangle.

"Let's make a bet, how about it."

In the long silence, the devils laughed disdainfully, and then the smile became fanatical and morbid.

Beelzebub and Mammon admired Hill's madness, and they murmured, "Hill, you are the most human devil, and the most devil-like human."

Everything has reached the limit of the end, and there is nothing to refuse.

The two devils took their seats, like gamblers eager to try their luck at the gambling table. It was hard for the devils to refuse such a crazy game, and they were also looking forward to the ending of all this, looking forward to the desperate or hopeful one.

The secret source still roared forward, and the blazing white storm engulfed the dark sea and the standing round table.

The blazing white storm was grayish white, and then the dazzling light was covered, and it turned into a dark, rolling sea of ​​fog tornado, eating up all the light.

The ether world was silent again. After an unknown period of time, a clear shattering sound rang out, and Blogo tore open a crack and stepped into the dead ether world.