Endless Debt

The glorious one who sacrificed his soul and became a devil.

Carrying all the sins and sufferings, he turned into a hateful and evil existence in the world.

There is evil in this world.

Bologe's movements became more swift and skillful. The moment he heard Amu mention the Glory One, Bologe actually had the illusion that this might be the most difficult day in his career.

Something is wrong, Bologg always feels that "the most difficult day" has been mentioned many times, but this is life, there are always some surprises waiting for you later.

You think that after going through the hardships, the road will be smooth, but maybe this is just the beginning of another storm.

"The Bureau of Order locked up such a thing without even saying hello. These people are indeed lunatics! Lunatic!"

If Palmer were here, he would be cursing loudly like this.

Boluogo didn't have time to rebuke anything, and the guys from the Bureau of Order couldn't hear it anyway.

Boluogo's heart rate soared, and there was no need to save ether at this time. The snakes formed another sharp sword in their hands.

The folding knife and the sharp sword were interspersed back and forth, and Boluogo moved quickly on the rock wall, trying to stay as far away from the restless sea of ​​blood below as possible.

No matter what, Boluogo never imagined that his first encounter with the Glorious One would happen under such circumstances.

The good news is that this guy shouldn't be considered a Glorious One. The bad news is that this guy is even more troublesome and terrifying than a Glorious One.

"How do you know this, Aimu?"

While Boluogo moved, he did not forget to ask Aimu.

After a brief panic, Bologo probably understood the Bureau of Order's thinking. Such evil existences should be forgotten by everyone. The etheric vacuum environment here may also be a part of sealing the evil.

He had no right to know this information. How did Aimu, who had been closed in the alchemy workshop, learn about it?

"Teacher's books," Aimu said. "For some time, the teacher has been collecting similar information. I saw it in one of the books."

"Blessed and protected by gluttony, the disaster and chaos of the sin of gluttony are gathered together, making hunger and eternal life coexist."

Aimu whispered the obscure words in the book.

Recalling all the experiences along the way, the bloody battle with the Orang Rot Sect, the pursuit of the rotten roots, and the fight for the Immortal Heart.

Aimu knew very little about the world, but she was not stupid. Just like Bologg combined those clues to integrate a vague outline, she also relied on the known information to weave a vague truth.

"Has TEDA studied this monster?" Boluogo became wary when he heard that it was related to TEDA.

"Rather than studying it, it's more like studying some kind of product derived from it," Aimu said tentatively, "For example..."

"The Immortal Heart."

Boluogo said.

His own umbilical cord has a certain ability to sense both evil and the immortal heart, which had to make Boluogo start thinking about the connection between the two.

The Immortal Heart is regarded as a sacred object by the Orangutan Sect, so what about this evil being imprisoned deep underground? For the Orang Fu Sect, it should be regarded as the so-called Son of God, right?

Perhaps the Immortal Heart harms a certain part of the body, such as... the heart?

"Is this why Jeffrey looked like he was going to die?"

Boluogo muttered lowly and thrust out the sword again. He had climbed a lot higher, and the sea of ​​blood under him became blurred, leaving only a scarlet red.

They have not yet given up searching for Borrog, for evil is immortal, and so is its maddening hunger.

Over the years, it has been like a scavenger, eating up everything that fell into the great rift. It is rare to encounter such bloody flesh and blood as Boluogo, so it has no reason to give up easily.

At the end of the battle on the long bridge, the delusional man understood the existence of evil and knew that evil was at the bottom of the great rift. He created an illusion of evil and deceived Jeffrey.

No wonder Jeffrey was so frightened. Facing this monster, everyone had no way to escape.

"Bologo! Find cover!"

Aimu suddenly realized something and shouted to Boluogo.

"bunker?"

Boluogo looked around and saw that he was hanging on the rock wall, with the restless sea of ​​blood below him and no cover at all.

He didn't understand why Aimu said that for a while, but soon Boluogo remembered another threat and felt angry for his negligence.

At this time, the evil information was a bit too shocking, and for a moment Boluogo forgot about the heat wave that hit him every twenty-two minutes.

Boluogo guessed that it must be the breath of evil. Its every breath can bring such huge disasters. He didn't know what kind of destruction it would cause if it was allowed to escape.

There was no time to find a bunker. Boluogo hesitated for a second, and then yelled at Aimu.

"Don't worry! I'll wake up eventually!"

Aimu didn't understand the meaning of Boluogo's words. In the next second, Boluogo punched the rock wall in front of him.

Secret Power: Hand of Recruitment.

Boluogo squeezed out the remaining ether, and the rock mass began to dent, and the layers were stacked to create a narrow cave, just enough to accommodate him and Aimu.

Throwing Aimu in first, at the same time bursts of thunder came from the darkness ahead. Boluogo could see the sparks that were thrown high. They formed a hazy pillar of light in the darkness, and then suddenly The earth spreads out and merges into the blazing foehn wind.

Before the roaring heat wave arrived, Boluogo struggled to climb in. The snake scale liquid formed a round shield, blocking the gap in the cave. After a few seconds, the blazing high temperature passed through the metal, turning the cold steel slightly red.

In the deep rift valley, the foehn wind blew up layers of ashes, passing over the dancing flesh and blood, and the hoarse burning sound continued, just like the wails of the flesh and blood.

Most of them turned into pitch-black charred shells, and then disappeared into ashes all over the sky, but soon they were resurrected with new flesh and blood, and the cycle continued.

Under the layers of ashes, one could see flesh and fire entangled with each other. The fire burned at the same speed as the resurrection of flesh and blood, constantly consuming each other, causing the ashes to fill the rift little by little.

In the narrow darkness, Borogo huddled aside and gasped in pain. The feeling of exhaustion of ether was not good, and there was a painful feeling of being drained of all his strength. What followed was the influence of mania, Borogo. Ge had a splitting headache.

Aimu could only watch on the sidelines. Boluogo's pain came from the loss of his soul, and there was nothing she could do about it.

His consciousness was wandering between wakefulness and fainting, and soon Boluogo fainted completely, as if he was dead.

Aimu looked at all this blankly. After a long time, the gleam of ether extended to the body again. Aimu tried to move her body, but the damage to the body made her movements extremely slow, and there were many The ash seeped into the mechanical structure, further wearing away the metal.

"What are you going to do now?"

Alice ghostly appeared next to her, with a smile in her voice, "But no matter what you want to do, it's too late to start now, right?"

"When you read that book, you knew what would happen, right?" Alice said disdainfully, "Teda only has his poor daughter in his heart, and there is no place for you at all. For all this, he is even willing to To snatch the immortal heart.”

"Oh? Should I be more grateful? He actually did this for a dead man." Alice muttered.

Aimu glanced at her, his mechanical eyes showing no emotion at all.

She came to Boluogo's side and hesitated for a while, then Alice rushed over, put her hands on her shoulders, and whispered in Aimu's ear.

"Whatever you want to do, this is the perfect time, isn't it?"

Like an illusion, Aimu seemed to have human perception. She could detect the warm breath coming from her neck. The same was true for Alice. She was no longer an illusory ghost, but a living person.

The perception of normality begins to distort, and reality and illusion overlap, making it difficult to distinguish.

"This guy is extremely vigilant, but you succeeded Amu, you made him let down his vigilance," Alice's voice kept lingering, "He actually thought that you guys were so-called born and died. This is the most perfect opportunity. .”

Aimu raised his hands and landed on Boluogo's body tremblingly.

"That's right, that's it. You've also discovered it, right? This guy is really too keen, and nothing related to the devil can escape his perception.

If you want your fantasies to come true, Borogo Lazarus is a being that must be eradicated. "

Alice bewitched Aimu, but Aimu stopped moving and froze in place like a sculpture.

"what are you waiting for?"

Alice said confused, then her voice became stern.

"You've tried it before, haven't you? Gray used all his alchemical weapons, but he still couldn't kill him, or even slow him down... Only this, only in this etheric vacuum, will he die completely."

Aimu grabbed Boluogo's shoulders and dragged him hard.

"Yes, that's it. Throw him down and let the evil eat him. In this way, even if he can be resurrected one day, our purpose will have been completed by then."

Alice comforted Aimu and whispered softly, "You didn't kill him. He was originally immortal. You just let him... sleep for a while."

Aimu was about to drag Boluogo to the edge of the cave, but at this moment she stopped, fell back uncontrollably, and sat down against the rock wall.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Seeing this, Alice became angry and questioned Aimu loudly, but Aimu did not respond. He just hugged his knees and lowered his head, like a child being trained.

"Do you want to hand over the choice to others again? Aimu."

Aimu didn't respond, and Alice paused for a few seconds. She also lowered her body and hugged Aimu, talking to her ear.

"Remember, Aimu, no one will firmly choose you except me."

Aimu raised his head and said with a bit of hope in his words.

"No, there will be someone else."

Alice probably didn't expect that Aimu would one day refute her. Instead of feeling angry, she smiled.

"You mean him? Or him?"

Alice said something with unclear meaning, and held Aimu's face with both hands. Something seemed to be moving in her eyes, and there were waves of evil that were difficult to detect.

"Since you believe in all this so much...

Want to make a bet? Aimu. "