Endless Debt

When Palmer returned to the church, it was all over. The church became crumbling, the broken masonry smashed the statue of the god, and Boluogo sat under the ruins, looking gloomy.

In fact, it didn't even take a few minutes from the devil's arrival to his departure. It was just the terrible pressure and sense of foreboding that made Boluogo's perception of time infinitely dull.

The pain in his chest gradually subsided, but the handprint still showed no sign of fading away. This was the first time since Boluogo became a debtor that he had encountered such an injury that could not heal itself.

It may not be an injury, but a curse, one that cannot be removed.

"what happened?"

Palmer, who returned, asked Bologg a question. Not long after he left, it seemed like there had been a big battle, and judging from the state of his partner, Bologg seemed to have lost.

Bailey?

With this thought in mind, Palmer tried to find Bailey's body, but he found that the corpses, bloody pictures and other things stained with flesh and blood that had been piled up in the church had all disappeared, leaving no traces.

Palmer realized the problem and looked at Bologo seriously.

"Did the ceremony succeed?"

This was originally impossible. He and Boluogo saved Bane as a living sacrifice, and then killed all the cultists and sent them all to hell. Logically speaking, the ritual would be terminated.

"The ritual didn't succeed...it was just the devil who found it himself."

Boluogo responded that he still remembered the mysterious feeling at that time. A voice tempted him in his heart, causing him to call out the name, which made the devil see his figure in the void.

This feels so bad.

Bologo picked up the pamphlet in his hand. This was physical evidence that proved that what he saw was not an illusion. From Bailey's words and the description in the booklet, Bologo had a general understanding of the existence of the Orangutan Sect.

This is an evil sect that believes in the devil, and the devil they serve is named "Beelzebub the Gluttonous."

If Boluogo guessed correctly, the illusory woman who left a fingerprint on his chest was the devil. As for why he should be remembered, it may have something to do with the fact that he disrupted her ritual.

No...that's not the case.

There are many extraordinary organizations in this world, and most extraordinary organizations maintain a hostile attitude towards devils. According to the records of the Bureau of Order, a long time ago the Bureau of Order even joined forces with the King's Secret Sword to destroy the rituals of the cultists. This shows that people Warning against the devil.

Boluogo felt that the woman was not a stingy person, and she could not afford to go against everyone who disturbed her ritual. Perhaps the reason why she targeted him was because of her special status.

"I've been looking for someone for a long, long time."

The tyrant's words echoed in his ears, and he could feel from the tyrant's attitude towards him that in the eyes of the devils, he was considered a relatively special existence.

"weird smell."

The woman also mentioned the so-called "smell", and the tyrant had said something similar before. There was a smell on Boluoge that was familiar to the tyrant, but he was sure that he was not that person.

Boluogo felt a little headache. Apart from the devil that took away his soul, he had already encountered two devils. He really didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

"Do you know about the Orangutan Sect? Palmer." Boluogo asked.

"The Orangutan Sect? We're old acquaintances." Palmer came over and responded to Boluogo's question.

Boluogo raised his head and saw a wry smile on Palmer's face.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" said Boluogo.

"This is fate, or... bad luck!"

Palmer complained loudly, and then he sat next to Boluogo, his voice rising slowly.

"I talked to you about how I became a debtor, right?" Palmer asked.

"I know that you mistakenly entered an evil ritual site, but you usurped the ritual and made a deal with the devil." Bologo guessed, "Could it be that what you encountered at that time was someone from the Orangutan Sect?" At the ceremony site, right?”

"Guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no reward." Palmer nodded in confirmation.

This was actually the case. Boluogo didn't know what to say for a while, and then Palmer continued.

"Logically speaking, Opos... no, the entire Great Rift is the forbidden area of ​​the Orangutan Sect. The Bureau of Order can tolerate the King's Secret Sword breaking into Opos, but it will never allow the Orangutan Sect to approach the Great Rift."

Palmer talked about the trivial matters of the Bureau of Order. Boluogo had only joined the job not long ago and he didn't know much about these things.

"I don't understand why the Bureau of Order's attitude is so tough, but at least I have never seen anyone from the Orangutan Sect in Opos, and I have never even encountered anything related to them, so I didn't do anything about it at the first time. Think of these crazy people."

"Why are they forbidden from entering the Great Rift?" asked Borogo.

"I don't know about this. We are just condensers, and the information we can know is very limited. But Lebius and the others should understand why this is, right?"

Palmer did not continue to say this, but looked at Boluogo and asked him.

"Then what? The devil arrived in reality. What happened after that?"

Burlogo told Palmer the truth about what happened next, including the tentacles devouring Bailey, the appearance of the woman, and the handprints on Burlogo's chest.

Judging from the connection of the umbilical cord, Palmer should have a deeper connection with the woman, but the woman was staring at him, which made people feel uneasy.

"Do you have any ideas?" Boluogo buttoned up and covered his chest.

"I don't have any ideas," Palmer shook his head. "I don't know much about the devil. More information can only be revealed to us after we are promoted to believers."

"Then there's the Orangutan Sect..."

Palmer was about to tell Bologo about his knowledge of the Orangutan Sect and the eighth occult sect that had been deliberately forgotten and hidden.

The surge of ether interrupted Palmer's words. The two reacted in an instant, looking at the corner of the ruins with wary faces. It was a crumbling door. The door panel and door frame were barely standing, maintaining "Door" gesture.

Dense light tracks appeared out of thin air on the surface of the door panel. They were outlined and distorted together, turning into a vortex that swallowed up the waves.

A sudden sense of familiarity hit Bologo's mind. He remembered this pattern, the roaring vortex in the door...

The lonely and towering door was pushed open, and what was connected behind the door was no longer Qiu Shang Town, but another empty space. The sound of suppressed breathing came from behind the door, as if hungry hounds were preparing to break out of the cage.

Before Bologo and Palmer could say anything, the ether set off a storm among the ruins, and they were summoned, filling the thin ether around them again.

When Boluogo summoned the snake scale liquid to cast the iron armor to protect himself, one figure after another appeared in front of Yao Guang's door.

They just appeared out of thin air, like legions falling from the sky.

The visitors' eyes were glowing, and they were wearing protective clothing-like weapons. Some were holding knives and swords, while others were holding rifles. Everyone was filled with murderous intent, the ether was rising, and the secret energy was ready to go, as if Ready to tear the two of them alive at any moment.

Boluogo was a little confused about the current situation. He was familiar with the pattern on the door, but he was not sure whether the other party was friend or foe. At this time, Palmer realized that he saw the marks on these people.

The white uniform was engraved with authority symbolizing divine authority, but that authority was circled with dark graffiti and marked with a big cross, denying it.

"Brothers of Group 9!"

Palmer put down his weapon, raised his hands in the air, and shouted hoarsely.

"One of our own! Spare your life!"

Under Palmer's howl, the rising murderous aura of the ninth group stagnated, and then everyone felt a sense of damn absurdity. They had raided so many ritual sites, and this was the first time they had encountered this situation. .

But this only made them hesitate for a moment. According to the operational regulations of Group 9, they never listened to the nonsense of the cultists and always executed them on the spot, especially when it came to the Great Rift.

Just when they were about to open fire and shoot the two men to death, the leading man suddenly raised his hand and stopped the action.

The man took off his helmet. He was a man similar in age to Lebius, but from the appearance, he was much more vicious than Lebius. His face was covered with scars, the most conspicuous of which was a cut from the corner of his mouth. The gaping scar.

Because of this scar, the man's gums were slightly exposed, making his appearance extremely ferocious.

"I remember him, the wretch of the Crakes."

The man looked at Palmer, sounding quite ashamed, but Palmer could never have imagined that in the end, being given such a name saved his life.

"Yes, it's me! Palmer of the Special Operations Group of the Field Service Department," Palmer patted Burlogo's shoulder hard, his voice panicked, "This is my partner Burlogo."

"The special operations team, the one who are all debtors? No wonder it smells bad."

The man made no secret of his disgust for the debtor, but even if the man said this, the others had no intention of putting down their weapons. It seemed that even their colleagues would swarm up and chop the two debtors into pieces as long as the man gave the order.

"You took the lead and solved this problem?"

The man said and looked at the church again. There was no blood on the ruins on the ground. When the woman left, she took away all the blood and flesh.

"Ah...is that so?"

The man was unhappy that his work was being preempted by two people. He briefly glanced around with his gloomy eyes. He looked at Borogo and Palmer who stood up and gave his name.

"Leader of the Ninth Operation Team, Carnegie Dunbar."

This was the first time that Burlogo and Carnegie met, but Burlogo had known about him and the identities of these people a long time ago.

The Ninth Action Group is responsible for handling matters related to belief in the devil and other matters. The code name of the action group is Atheist.