Endless Debt

Bologg doesn't have many hobbies, music and movies are one of them. He has seriously considered how he should spend his long life as an immortal. For this reason, Bologg once considered making movies. Ideas about making music were recorded in my diary.

If I were to make it myself, it would be a violent, bloody, thrilling, and somewhat comical adventure film. Looking at it this way, it would be perfect for Palmer to be his protagonist.

Bologg always felt that even if this unlucky man was about to die, he would not stop making damn jokes. He listened to Palmer's bullshit too much, and sometimes Bologg wanted to take off Palmer's head. Open and see what he is thinking.

It was working time, and the expert couldn't let the comedian lead him astray. Borrowgo tried to forget the fantastic thoughts that extended from Palmer and instead thought about the unfamiliar word.

The king's shield guard.

"In other words, the King's Secret Sword who escaped on the stormy night, the guy I just beat up, is actually the King's Shield Guard?"

Boluogo asked loudly, "They didn't carry out the orders of the King's Secret Sword at all on the stormy night. They have rebelled since then?"

"It should be like this! I heard from Yas that a major purge has begun within the King's Secret Sword, so everyone is in peace this time. If they want to avoid the purge of the King's Secret Sword, there is nothing more suitable for their survival than Opos. ."

As Palmer spoke, he also glanced at the ground beneath his feet. The cracks were constantly opening, and scarlet flesh seeped out of the ground.

"They have been hiding in the Great Rift. You also know the complicated situation of the Great Rift. The Bureau of Order has been unable to carry out effective cleaning. But later, they received information that the King's Shield Guards also had ideas about the Immortal Heart, so the Bureau of Order Made a game."

Boluogo jumped up, jumped over a flesh and blood tentacle rising from the ground, and cursed loudly, "But these bastards didn't tell us at all when they were making plans. I thought our only enemy was the Orangutan Sect!"

This time Boluogo really felt the warmth and warmth of human kindness. He was like a boxer who was tricked into the ring. He promised to defeat the enemy in front of him, and today's event was over. However, the opponents changed one after another, but The referee just didn't call for stop... He even said that when the referee got excited, he took off his clothes, put on his gloves, and stood in front of him, eager to try.

"Ass and I have already complained about this!"

Palmer's face dropped as he spoke, imitating Yas's cold, half-dead tone, "But you are the elite among the elite. Who else can complete this mission except you!"

Then Palmer said, "Yas said this operation will count us as three times the salary."

The two of them were silent for a while, and Boluogo said with a complicated mood, "Only when I'm getting paid do I really feel like I'm at work."

"Who isn't?" Palmer nodded in agreement, "For a while, I positioned myself as a down-and-out aristocratic kid. I had no other choice, so I went to work in this violent organization."

"Is salary so important?"

Aimu asked in Boluogo's mind. She didn't expect that something like salary could actually drive these two people to go back and forth.

"Aimu, you have never lived alone. In human society, exchange of equal value is indispensable." Boluogo sighed.

"The same goes for the undead?"

"This is nature," Bologo recalled Sere's words with some regret. "This is no longer the chaotic era hundreds of years ago. Sound laws and rules bind everyone in society."

"What would happen if it were an era of chaos?"

Boluogo thought for a moment, with a relaxed smile in his tone.

"On the ground I am a gangster, in the mountains I am a bandit, and in the sea I am a pirate."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Palmer screamed at this time. He looked at Boluogo with horrified eyes and asked loudly, "Aren't you talking to yourself?"

"No," Bologg said, "Say hello, Aimu."

The light track on Boluogo's body flashed, and then Boluogo's face overlapped, and another face loomed, and then Aimu poked his head out in a very scary way.

"Hello Palmer!"

She briefly returned to her true form, then disintegrated again and merged into Borrogo's body.

"Oooo!"

Palmer squealed excitedly and looked at Boluogo in disbelief, "You've been carrying her with you?"

"if not?"

"You're crazy!" Palmer felt like he was getting to know Boluogo again. Before that, he had been fighting with Aimu. "TEDA will kill you!"

"Yeah," Burlogo agreed with Palmer, "so I took the hostage with me."

"Huh? Hostage?"

Until now, Aimu still hasn't figured out his role.

"So who is that Shadow King? Hasn't the Bureau of Order noticed such a person who can cause the King's Secret Sword to split and defect?" Boluogo changed the subject.

"I don't know. I asked Yas about this, but it seems that he doesn't know much information." Palmer shook his head, "But in his words, the Shadow King seemed to appear out of thin air."

"Appearing out of thin air?"

"Yes, it suddenly appeared, and it also made a large number of King's Secret Swords loyal and defected without hesitation." When thinking about the Shadow King, Palmer felt a heavy sense of pressure. "You know, the fear of killing When the king brought about the bloody night, the secret sword of the king remained extremely loyal."

"It's so complicated... So do we have to tie him alive?" Bologo said.

"Isn't that necessary? Let Yas and the others take care of the living. They are very good at it."

Looking back at the scene of Yas's confrontation with Nadai, under the absolute prohibition and silence, no matter how crazy Sheng Yan was, he was suppressed, let alone the believers and condensers who were lower than the power bearers.

In front of the riot control operation team, the low-level Sublimers were no different from ordinary mortals. Without the support of the ether, they were easily swept into pieces of corpses by machine guns.

"To be honest, I always had a feeling this wasn't going to go so well."

Boluogo took a deep breath. Even if the riot control team came, he still felt that there were many dangers.

"Relax and trust your organization." Palmer said in a relaxed tone, not forgetting to give a thumbs up to Bologna.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" Boluogo asked.

"No, we are partners. How is this possible?"

The two of them kept talking to each other, and kept running towards the deepest part of this virtual realm. The further down they went, the heavier the smell of condensation became, and darkness enveloped everything around them.

It was as if they were advancing in the monster's esophagus, and at the end of the darkness was the stomach bag filled with corpses and carrion.

Boluogo was not afraid. He could clearly detect the weird and crazy aura at the bottom, and an invisible line connected him to that thing.

…

The bloody sphere appeared out of thin air, and after a short delay, the bloody red film began to collapse, and then completely collapsed.

Jamon's figure fell out of it, and he fell hard to the ground, gasping in pain.

At this moment, Jamon's condition was extremely bad. There was a bloody hole in his chest pierced by the radiant blade. The wound was so deep that it almost touched his heart. Then there was the hammer blow, the broken bones, and in order to escape from the Colosseum, he used The price paid for the blood-shifting sword.

Jarmon growled in pain, and gradually loosened the thorn-covered hilt of the sword, and the dense spikes pricked his arm until the flesh was bloody.

Fortunately, the price was worth it. He turned his head and looked at the container held firmly in his hand, which contained the Immortal Heart.

"Ha ha……"

Jia Meng laughed miserably, touched his pocket, took out a few prepared alchemy potions, and injected them directly into his body. The pain was blocked one by one, and the life force was squeezed out from under the body.

This made him feel a lot better, and he stood up unsteadily. The blood-shifting sword had absorbed the price at this moment, and all the thorns were gathered up, turning into the red secret sword again.

Picking up the secret sword, Jia Meng looked at the surrounding environment. This was a huge underground space. Not far from Jia Meng, there was a cliff. He could not see the end of the cliff, and there was only deep darkness.

After confirming that he was safe, he did not relax his vigilance. Jamon was a believer after all. Although his injuries were serious, his strength was constantly recovering driven by the alchemy potion.

This alchemy potion will consume his vitality, but in this case, there is no need for Jamon to care too much.

And then...then...

A slight pain interrupted Jamon's thoughts, and then the pain continued to expand and became intense until it was heartbreaking.

He touched his abdomen, blood couldn't stop flowing out, and the deafening sound of gunshots echoed in his ears.

Jia Meng coughed up blood, turned his head, and a figure gradually walked out from among the rocks. The disguise on his body gradually dissipated. The visitor looked at the embarrassed Jia Meng and put down the firearm in his hand.

"you……"

The shadow of reality and reality instantly rose up and enveloped Jia Meng. Faced with life and death, Jia Meng no longer restrained his ether. With all his strength, the edge of the tall silhouette was visible, and even the patterns on the armor were extremely clear.

"It's really embarrassing, Jamon."

Bursts of laughter rang out, and the man drew out the sword from his waist, and bright light streaked along the edge of the blade.

Jamon was stunned, he recognized the sword.

"Milansa..."

No...Milansha was already dead. Jamon personally put the sword blade into Milansha's body and watched her turn into a cold corpse in the heavy rain.

"Who are you……"

Before he finished speaking, the light of ether flashed across the body of the visitor. He swung the secret sword and arrived in front of Jia Meng in an instant. Jia Meng decisively swung the blood-shifting sword and picked out the red half-moon.

Amidst the sharp sound of sword blades clashing, Jamon roared sternly.

"Gray!"

The blood-shifting sword shattered the visitor's mask, and Gray's twisted face of ecstasy was clearly visible.