Endless Debt

What happened today was terrible for everyone involved in the chaos, including Jarmon.

First there were successive heavy losses, then the entry of the Bureau of Order, and now Gray's appearance.

If it weren't for the severe pain in his abdomen that almost made Jamon faint, he would have thought that the man in front of him was just an illusion.

Unfortunately this is not an illusion, but an absolute reality.

Gray did not die in that stormy night. He was still alive, filled with the flames of revenge, and vowed to cut the man in front of him into pieces.

"How does it feel! Captain!"

Gray laughed and drew his sword, the dazzling alchemy matrix wrapped around his arm. As a condenser of the Origin School, every strike of Gray brought ether amplification, and the sword blade was as heavy as a thousand pounds of steel.

Jamon did not respond. He was seriously injured and was hit by Gray's cold gun. If it were not for the strength of the believers supporting him, he would have died long ago.

The blood-shifting sword flashed continuously, and the red trajectory collided with Gray's sword blade. The sparks illuminated Jamon's pale face. Every sword strike by Gray was driving him to death.

"We meet old friends again, don't you want to say something?"

Gray roared wildly, and all the anger and resentment he had accumulated for a long time was poured into his hands at this moment, casting a verdict of revenge.

"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time!"

Jarmon hissed, he couldn't understand how Gray survived, nor why Gray appeared here.

In the past, Jia Meng, faced with such a situation, might have surrendered and calmly welcomed the arrival of death, but it is different now. He carries the immortal heart, the key to the survival of the Shadow King, for the real The king is willing to give everything.

The shadow of virtuality and reality waved its long knife during the surge, creating a circle of air waves. Then, long and narrow knife marks were spread all over the ground and walls, and the entire cliff trembled violently.

Gray's figure was cunning and swift, and he was like a phantom under the aether amplification. When avoiding the attack of the shadow of reality, he did not forget to fight back at Jamon.

Just like when he fought against Boluogo, Gray carried many alchemical weapons under his body. The stability may be slightly worse, but the victory lies in the large quantity. These alchemical weapons are enough to deal with the seriously injured Jamon.

He waved his hand and scattered countless tiny darts. They were blocked by the solid shadow of reality, but in the next second they all ignited and exploded. Waves of roars shook the shadow of reality, but this still failed to hurt Jamon.

Unlike many people, when Jamon was promoted to a prayer believer, he did not choose to derive a sub-school, thereby making his own secret power deceitful. He chose to go to the path of extreme illusion. For this reason, his fantasy creations have many restrictions. , but still powerful.

In the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, the virtual reality blade made of ether suddenly lifted up, splitting a huge gap between the rising rocks, and countless gravel fell.

Jamon roared like a madman, and the swing of the Virtual Reality Blade became faster and faster. The blade chased Gray's figure, and even turned into a meaningless slash.

Gray moved between the fallen blades. He was a condenser of the Origin School. His combat effectiveness was limited when working alone, let alone facing a believer like Jamon, even if he was seriously injured at the moment.

In fact, Gray just had the chance to blow off Jamon's head with a single shot and end his revenge, but he felt that this was not enough, far from enough to vent his anger, so he would rather take the risk, expose his identity, and let Jamon die in plain sight.

Since Jameng loves his Shadow King so much, he will crush all his hopes with his own hands.

The glow of the ether rose, and Gray's figure froze slightly, then turned into a sharp sword and stabbed forward at a faster speed. Jamon's random slash also turned in an instant and fell towards the path of Gray's advance.

Jamon is not a weakling. On the contrary, as a believer, he is very powerful. However, after coming to Opos, this guy's luck is terrible.

The betrayal had just begun, and before they could show off their skills, they encountered Lebius and Geoffrey. After finally killing everyone in the Colosseum, they were met by Bologo again.

The immortality gave Bologe an almost terrifying error tolerance, and Bologe's cunning and changeable secret power also made Jarmon tired of dealing with it.

It was only now that he was fighting Gray that Jamon had regained some of his courage as a believer, but this courage was more like hysteria that resisted death.

Facing the falling Blade of Virtuality and Reality, Gray abruptly stopped his pace, and then rushed to the other side, while not forgetting to continue to release alchemical weapons to interfere with Jamon.

Until one of the several attacks, the expected explosion did not occur, but instead a poisonous mist rose.

Wrapped in the shadow of reality and reality, Jamon can effectively resist attacks, but what about when it faces the gaseous poison?

The sound of strong acid corrosion continued, and ripples of light appeared on the shadow of the virtual reality. The secret energy successfully defended against the fierce poison on the front, but the gaseous poison spilled everywhere, and in the blink of an eye it touched the parts that were not protected by the secret energy. .

The skin in contact with it began to become red, swollen and ulcerated. Fortunately, Jamon withdrew from the range of the poison in time and was about to attack Gray again when Gray had already jumped up towards him.

Gray held the fire-calling staff, and the ether was output with all its strength. The blazing fire filled every corner, and the violent dragon's breath swallowed Jamon completely.

Under the burning flames, the glow of ether suddenly rose, and the blade of virtuality and reality split through the sea of ​​​​fire.

Jia Meng's voice was miserable, like a crumbling dying man, but his eyes were bright and fiery, filled with absolutely pure ether.

The alchemy matrix on the fire-calling staff began to flash, and dense sparks suddenly appeared. Without any hesitation, Gray threw the fire-calling staff directly at Jamon, and then the alchemy matrix began to collapse and explode.

The violent explosion caused countless cracks to collapse on the entire cliff. Scarlet flesh and blood grew under the cracks. As long as the battle between the two became too fierce, the entire ground seemed to collapse into the deep darkness below.

Jamon successfully resisted another round of Gray's attacks. His pupils were bloodshot and scarlet, and his hair was dancing wildly and stuck to his face with blood.

"Gray, you can't stop this!"

Jarmon yelled at Gray, his extreme enthusiasm overshadowing his fear of death.

"He will come to his throne!"

"Are you referring to the so-called Shadow King?" After the smoke, Gray held Mirasha's secret sword and sneered, "I don't care about that anymore, Jamon."

"You are a good teacher, Jamon."

Gray said kindly, but his voice was full of venom, "You taught me everything, the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world, and the pleasure of revenge."

He slowly raised the secret sword, just as Gray had learned.

"I don't care about the Shadow King, nor the King's Secret Sword and the King's Shield Guard."

Ether fills every part of the body, and they advance in the alchemical matrix, imparting extraordinary power to the mortal body.

"All I want is revenge, to drive you, that false king, and everything else to an end!"

Gray crushed the ground, and his figure twisted into a sharp and long blade of light.

Under the fury, Mirasa's secret sword also shone with the etheric light. It was activated, and extraordinary power was also blessed on the steel.

Jamon was slightly distracted by the remaining glare, and then he remembered the ability of Milansha's secret sword, and desperately swung the virtual and real blade to meet the falling secret sword.

The ether was released with all its strength, constructing a real blade between illusions. The phantom continued to solidify, and even like a fantasy coming true, it materialized into a real entity under Jia Meng's illusion, just to stop this fatal A sword.

The moment the blades crossed, Gray suddenly moved his body and turned, letting the illusory blade tear his left arm apart. Then he raised the secret sword with his right hand, passed the illusory blade, and stabbed Jamon's heart.

"This is Milansa's revenge!"

In Gray's roar, the shadow of reality solidified into a solid armor, heavily covering Jamon's body, but this time this absolute defense failed to stop Milansha's secret sword.

The Sword of Silence.

This is the name of Milansa's secret sword. Its effect is just like its name. It can silence the ether touched by the sword and cannot be mobilized. The scope of its influence is extremely limited, but at this critical moment, it has become The armor-piercing edge that killed Jamon.

The blood and pain were cut in half by the Silent Sword, and all the hatred and resentment were purged along with it.

Everything went smoothly next. After a difficult piercing, the Silent Sword penetrated Jamon's chest easily. Gray pressed the blade with all his strength, and the Silent Sword slashed downwards fiercely, splitting open. He cut off the tree roots and ribs, smashed the internal organs, and then cut out from Jamon's waist and abdomen, opening a shocking wound.

The minced meat and dirty blood mixed with the broken internal organs flowed all over the ground. The fishy smell awakened the flesh and blood that grew wildly in the ground. They were like buds breaking through the soil, and the scarlet buds penetrated into Jamon's broken bones. body, gnawing at his body.

The glow of the Shadow of Virtual Reality gradually faded, until it completely dissipated behind Jia Meng, leaving only a dim light. It was still struggling to maintain the operation of the alchemy matrix. Jia Meng raised his head sluggishly and looked at the broken arm. Gray.

"You...you have no idea what you did."

Jamon's voice was a little distorted, as if he was crying.

But this sadness did not last long. He slowly fell backwards, and dense scarlet branches wrapped his body.

On the pale face, blood-red eyes stared at Gray, and the sound of curses echoed.

"It's okay, Gray."

Jia Meng half-smiled.

"He will come back...this is destined..."

Jamon was like a fanatical believer, still chanting about his god until the end of his life.

Gray didn't care about this. He didn't even look at the container that fell on the ground. He just strode up and pierced Jamon's heart with the Silent Sword, nailing him to the ground completely.