Endless Debt

In "The Devil and the Electric Guitar Operation Guide" written by Nathaniel, this mysterious and powerful deputy director mentioned the importance of names more than once.

Names are magical.

On that taboo blood contract, the names of humans and devils were written simultaneously, thus causing the precious soul to change hands.

"If you want to call a devil, you must first know its name."

In a daze, Nathaniel's whisper lingered in his ears, and then it was shattered by the pale tentacles, which stretched out from the thin pool of blood, as if the blood was connected to another space.

He heard the name called by Boluogo, and found his position in the darkness.

The violent madness reached its peak, and the rational world gradually collapsed. Everything in the field of vision seemed to have vitality, slowly squirming like flesh and blood.

The terrifying pressure almost made Boluogo breathless, as if an invisible hand was holding his throat.

A piercing scream came from Bailey's throat and he yelled.

"It shouldn't be like this...it's only after everything is over!"

Boluogo attacked the ceremony, and all the preparations were in vain. Logically speaking, the ceremony should be interrupted, but now it is running again.

This...this seems to have nothing to do with the ceremony.

Bailey looked at Boluogo with red eyes. The light on Boluogo's body increased, and a strange silver liquid overflowed, wrapping Boluogo's body and solidifying into a tough metal.

Fine pains were released from Bailey's body, and he saw countless silver snakes struggling to escape from his body, all rushing towards Boluogo, and converging with the silver-white iron armor.

"It's you!"

Bailey shouted loudly, his twisted face full of madness.

He had heard it said within the sect that some people could easily call them to come at just the right moment by simply whispering their names.

But everything has a price.

Boluogo was not as crazy as Bailey. He remained calm and calmly dealt with everything in front of him. His pale tentacles squeezed out from the blood-stained mirror. It slapped the wall and destroyed the ground as it danced wildly.

The impact on the armor caused the metal surface to dent instantly. Boluogo slammed into the benches piled up in the corner, and then the tentacles did not continue to attack, but rolled up Bailey.

In Bailey's wailing, the tentacles easily twisted Bailey's body, and the flesh and blood did not fall, but stuck firmly to the surface of the tentacles.

There was a weird chewing sound.

The surface of the tentacles is not a smooth and flat skin, but countless barnacle-like tissues that are squeezed together and even difficult to distinguish. As the blood soaks them, they crack open one after another, revealing tiny mouthparts for hungry gnawing. Eating flesh and blood.

It corresponds to the name of gluttony.

Bailey was eaten clean in the blink of an eye, with no residue left, as if he had never existed. If Bologg hadn't interfered with the ceremony, maybe the unlucky guy Ben would be eaten now. .

After eating Bailey, the tentacles were still not satisfied. To be precise, from the beginning of its birth, it didn't know what satisfaction was.

The ends of the tentacles cracked, and a huge compound eye poked out from the blood. It stared at Boluogo, and then let out a feminine chuckle.

Boluogo knew very well that he would be next.

Even experts could not have predicted such a scenario, and Bologo could only attribute it all to his umbilical cord.

The devil who took away his soul valued him particularly. When he gained immortality, his connection with the devil became extremely deep.

It is this deep connection that allows Bologg to ignore the lack of rituals and then call out this strange existence. It is also because of this nightmarish curse that Bologg is in such a predicament.

Do you want to be captured without mercy?

Boluogo is an immortal, but in the face of this strange devil, no one knows what will happen. Even the immortal body will be imprisoned. He does not want to experience the dark prison again.

The blood energy rose, almost filling the entire church, and the tentacles attacked again, trying to devour the only life in the room.

Bologg tried hard to move his body under the heavy pressure. Faced with this crazy oppression, few ordinary people could resist. With the appearance of the terrifying soul used a lot, Bologg was used to resisting in such situations. Act under pressure.

Palmer often said that Burlogo was like a fan of fantasy movies. He watched too many strange things, and his own brain became distorted.

Throwing out the hook and nailing it into the broken ceiling above his head, Bologo soared into the air, avoiding the prey of the tentacles.

According to the thoughts of these cultists, they should have summoned the devil, but unlike the tyrant, who is rational and somewhat elegant, this devil is obviously much more violent now, like a beast that only acts on instinct.

Or maybe what I saw was not the real devil, but just an illusory incarnation? Or the embodiment of power.

No...that's not the case.

Transactions and consideration.

The crazy attack of the tentacles is actually asking for a price. It is so violent because Boluogo, the madman who summoned it, is now defaulting on the payment and refusing to pay the price of flesh and blood.

"I didn't sign it!"

After thinking about it, Bologo shouted and summoned the ceiling. The masonry collapsed and turned into a hanging giant sword, which hit the tentacles and shattered into flying dust.

The smoke and dust were stirred, something was coming, and then thousands of bloodshot threads broke through the dust, and the soft liquid turned into scarlet thorns, whipping towards Boluogo.

There was no room to dodge in mid-air. The snake scales were fully unfolded, the silver-white metal continued to proliferate, and the thick armor completely enveloped Boluogo.

Dazzling sparks burst out, and Bologo hit the ground. The armor on his body fell apart, and half of his body was covered in blood and flesh.

Blood filled his throat. The opponent was far more powerful than Boluogo imagined. With just one blow, Boluogo was incapacitated. Severe pain invaded his nerves, and his body gradually became numb. It was even difficult to maintain the etheric energy. Output, the broken armor collapsed into scattered mercury, spreading all over the ground.

The tentacles slowly approached, and scarlet thorns wrapped around them. Bologger could clearly see the tiny barnacles on the surface of the tentacles, opening their mouths, ready to enjoy his not-so-delicious flesh.

Suddenly, the movement of the tentacles stopped, and then it lost color in Bolog's eyes, turned strangely gray, and then collapsed.

The ceremony... is over?

In Bologg's suspicion, the tentacles collapsed and annihilated, turning into a large cloud of dust and dissipating. It was only then that Bologg noticed that the corpses piled on the ground and the patterns carved with blood had disappeared. , along with the tentacles.

All of this disappeared. It seemed that every minute and every second of the existence of the tentacles was rapidly consuming these flesh and blood. The moment the flesh and blood was consumed, the ritual was completely ended.

Boluoge was stunned for a few seconds, thankful that everything was over. He stood up unsteadily. The injuries on his body were healing rapidly, and the mercury scattered on the ground regrouped and crawled back to Boluogo's body.

In addition to the remaining crazy surprise, Boluogo also clearly felt another abnormality at this time. He thought it was the severe pain that caused him to lose control of the snake scale fluid, but now it seems that this is not the case.

It can be clearly felt that the ether wandering around is much thinner. It seems that the tentacles are not only eating flesh and blood, but also swallowing the spilled ether at all times. When it is hit hard, it moves in a strange way. The method broke through the threshold of one's own soul, eroded one's own ether, and caused the alchemy weapon to lose control.

"It's so crazy..."

Boluogo said with a bit of fear.

After taking a few steps forward, Boluogo saw the pamphlet that had fallen on the ground. He picked it up and opened the pages. The words on it came into his eyes clearly.

After a while, Boluogo raised his head again and looked at the collapsed ruins. He just wanted to stay away from this weird place.

Complex events should be handled by professionals, which is why the world needs experts.

Boluogo is very good at killing enemies, but in the face of this weird evil ritual, his experience is indeed insufficient. This kind of thing should be left to the ninth group. Remember, the ninth group is the action group that specializes in dealing with these evil rituals.

His mind relaxed a little, and Boluogo was about to leave this hellish place, but suddenly a cold and sticky touch came from the back of his neck, and then extended to his neck. The aroma was fragrant, accompanied by a lazy moan, as if There was a woman coming out of the bath, covered in moisture, and she hugged him.

Boluogo couldn't move, as if his whole body was frozen.

"You smell strange."

The light voice lingered in his ears, and the woman hugged him from behind. Her white palms followed Boluogo's collar, inserted under his clothes, and touched his chest.

Cold sweat dripped into his eyes, but Boluogo kept his eyes open and stared at the front of nothingness.

"I remember you."

This was supposed to be a hateful statement, but the woman said it as if she was flirting with Boluogo.

The woman disappeared.

Boluogo stood stiffly on the spot. When the madness completely dissipated, he suddenly knelt down and put his hands on the ground. Big drops of sweat dripped down, and he continued to breathe heavily.

Severe pain came from his chest, which was beyond the endurance of his willpower. Boluogo began to twitch all over and fell to the ground struggling.

He stretched out his hand randomly, tore open his clothes and exposed his chest, trying to cool down the burning flesh and blood.

I don't know how long it took before Boluoge recovered from this extreme state. He leaned on the broken wall to prop up his body.

Lowering his head, he saw a shallow handprint on his heart, which was engraved there forever like a scar. Even the immortal body could not heal it.

Boluogo slowly raised his head, looking through the dilapidated buildings and towards the chaotic gray above his head.

He recalled the woman's voice, her smell, and...her name.