Endless Debt

The stagnant time is broken, and everything flows, bringing a roaring tide of sorrow.

The tyrant's will dissipated, and the hazy will once again took over Alice's body. Her head was raised high in her arms, and then a large amount of flesh and blood gathered on the arm, turning it into a bloated and pale python.

There was no skin covering the surface of the flesh and blood, and the muscle tissue was exposed without any cover. The slightest blow of air would cause bursts of severe pain, and then a shrill scream sounded.

Sharp ribs pierced out from the snake's belly, viscous liquid seeped and dripped, and its intestines hung like festive ribbons.

Alice didn't pay much attention to Aimu. In her opinion, Aimu, who had lost his core of constant motion, was just an ordinary metal sculpture at the moment. The only thing that could be said to be special was the alchemical metal with extraordinary properties.

For the hungry Alice, these expensive metals cannot attract her attention now. All she can see is the blood-stained perpetual core that stays in front of TEDA.

"Have you ever thought about such an ending?"

A man's voice sounded faintly in the void, talking to another person.

"No, I have thought about many endings, but I never thought that she would choose self-sacrifice." Another voice replied.

In the dark room, Tyrant and Sai Zong were sitting on the sofa, enjoying the final performance.

Sai Zong picked up the bottle and drank it in one gulp, then casually threw the bottle into the darkness behind him, and the sound of glass shattering was heard.

As if he was mocking the tyrant's failure, Sai Zong's voice was filled with laughter, "Isn't it a bad feeling to be disobedient?"

One of the devils of chaos in the world, the wandering ruler, the tyrant who transcends power, the greedy mammon...

Few people would reject Mammon's kindness, let alone reject and humiliate him, but now Aimu has done it.

The tyrant was silent for a while, his body gradually began to tremble, and a sound he tried to suppress came from his throat.

The expected anger did not appear, but incomprehensible joy. The tyrant could no longer restrain himself. He laughed loudly, his voice trembling and distorted due to extreme excitement.

"so perfect."

The tyrant was like a shy girl, covering her face, her finger bones turned white, her nails dug deeply into the flesh of her face, and blood overflowed in large drops.

"How wonderful, Sai Zong."

The tyrant rushed to the TV, hugged the TV with both hands, and fixed his eyes on the gray screen.

"Few people can break their own destiny..."

His voice was thin and low, with morbid madness, "But she did it, she broke the ending I wrote for her..."

The tyrant suddenly fell silent, his expression became frightened, and he shouted belatedly.

"No, this shouldn't be your end. How could a soul as valuable as yours disappear like this?"

The tyrant stretched out his hand and touched the screen of the TV. Strange power surged, breaking the boundary between reality and reality. In an instant, the tyrant's finger actually penetrated the screen and was about to touch the battlefield in the picture.

An unexpected look flashed in Sai Zong's eyes. He didn't expect that Aimu's soul would be so tempting to the tyrant, that he would be willing to break the rules and directly interfere with reality.

But this is all in vain. Loopholes can be exploited in the rules, but there is no possibility of them being broken. The palm of the tyrant has not yet penetrated the screen. Cold chains stretched out from the void, clamping down on the tyrant's body and sealing him off. In place.

The tyrant let out an angry roar and tried to tear off the chains that imprisoned him, but no matter how he released his power, under the constraints of these chains, the mysterious and treacherous devil was as fragile as a mortal.

Sai Zong watched the tyrant's struggle. When he was exhausted, Sai Zong threw a bottle of wine towards the tyrant.

"You can't violate the rules, that's why you need an agent," Sai Zong said helplessly, "Unfortunately, the agent you like is not very obedient."

The tyrant did not respond to Sai Zong's words, but just stared at the picture on the screen. His pupils began to collapse, and a new pupil bloomed in the pupil. Repeating this, soon the pupils collapsed into slits. The spiral is like a deep cave.

Devils cannot change the past, but they can change the future. Countless futures flashed back in front of the tyrant's eyes, and he tried to find the most perfect answer.

The furious mood gradually subsided, and the tyrant slowly let go of the TV and sat back on the sofa.

Sai Zong glanced at the tyrant, "Can't you find that perfect future?"

The tyrant calmed down and did not interfere further. Sai Zong thought he had given up, but the tyrant shook his head.

"No...I don't need to take action."

The suppressed laughter sounded again, and the tyrant patted Sai Zong on the shoulder excitedly.

"That's why I love human beings so much!" The tyrant felt great now, and he tasted the sweet value. "Human beings are pitiable and abominable, a combination of all kinds of twists and filth, but in this spurned filth, they can Give birth to that noble and golden soul.”

"It's so perfect."

The tyrant has seen that future, the only and destined future.

Since the Secret War, the tyrant had not been so happy for a long time. He snapped his fingers, and a dim light was cast in the darkness behind him, illuminating an old record player.

"Please bring me some solemn music."

The tyrant whispered, then stretched out his arm in the darkness, placed a black record on the record player, dropped the needle, and with a faint hoarseness, a solemn melody rose in the darkness.

The tyrant picked up the wine bottle and clinked the glasses gently with Sai Zong.

"Celebrate this noble sacrifice."

Sai Zong savored the words in a low voice. On the screen, Aimu's cold body was turning gray little by little. Because of her death, a storm was brewing on the battlefield.

In a daze, Sai Zong seemed to see the future full of sunshine. He nodded and agreed.

"Celebrate this noble sacrifice."

…

As Amu fell, the battlefield fell into a brief silence. Amidst the entanglement of flesh and blood, Boluogo's mind went blank. All he could see was the fallen figure and the murmuring noise in his ears. It also disappeared, and it was extremely quiet.

The extreme anger passed away in an instant, and Boluogo's mood was very peaceful, leaving nothing behind. He did not roar in anger, not even a sound.

Burlogo has always been a man who prefers to put his thoughts into action before words.

The flesh and blood gnawed at Boluogo's body, biting off his bones and biting through his internal organs. Logically speaking, Boluogo should have died and fallen into dormancy, but at this moment Boluogo moved again.

The cyan light spots burned blazingly, and the soul fragments that had been accumulated for a long time were burned away. Boluogo would not move toward death. On the contrary, death was resisting Boluogo.

The flesh and blood of the evil was almost integrated with Boluogo, but under the huge twisting force, the sound of tearing flesh and blood continued, and Boluogo stood up from the restraint little by little, even if it caused him to be eaten. Covered most of the body.

From the shoulders down to the abdomen, the flesh and blood of this part has completely disappeared, and you can even see the exposed bones, with bloody fluff sticking to them and growing wantonly.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

An evil voice sounded in Boluogo's throat, and the remaining snake scale fluid gathered in Boluogo's only hand, condensing into a long and narrow sword blade.

Bologg broke free from the restraints. He had lost the ability to move. After being devoured by Alice, there was not much ether left in him, and he was unable to multiply the snake scale fluid. Moreover, this was a battlefield of flesh and blood, and Bologg could not recruit him. Flesh and blood underfoot.

But this didn't stop Bologg. He bit the hilt of the sword, landed on the ground with one hand, and with his broken lower body, rushed towards Alice like an out-of-control beast.

The distance between the two was not that far. When Alice noticed Boluogo, she only saw a ferocious figure coming towards him, and then the long and narrow sword blade fell on its head, vowing to kill this hateful evil creature. .

Several bloody bone spurs extended from the deformed mass of flesh. It was as if Boluogo had thrown himself into a thorn bush, and his body was instantly pierced and hung high.

Similarly, Boluoge also threw the sword in his hand, and the cold blade hit Alice's head, cutting a bloody gash on her delicate and evil face.

"You...are not delicious."

Half of Alice's face was covered in blood, but the damaged wounds were not familiar human structures, but densely packed bloody maggots that were still squirming.

Boluogo was hung up by it like a trophy, and then Alice turned her head and looked at the perpetual core that rolled down in front of TEDA.

Alice smelled it, and the unimaginable deliciousness was hidden in the eternal core, which contained a golden soul of extraordinary value.

Several pale arms stretched out from the deformed mass of flesh. It was like a weird centipede crawling on the ground, heading towards the core of perpetual motion. Just when Alice was about to get the core of perpetual motion, a withered palm picked it up. Started it.

Alice raised her head and looked upward, only to see TEDA holding the Perpetual Core with both hands, his eyes empty and absent-minded.

"Father, can you give it to me?"

The ferocious-looking Alice spoke in TEDA's familiar tone. Her voice was light and elegant, consistent with the voice in her memory.

Teda looked at Alice, and then at the Perpetual Core in his hand.

Clusters of scarlet hair squirmed and gnawed on the metal case. They were eager to bite through the metal and swallow the philosopher's stone inside. According to the previous design, the Perpetual Core should have been corroded long ago, but after Bailey's reinforcement, these The tough metal briefly resisted the bite.

TEDA also saw those milky white translucent buds, which also covered the metal watch case. They were the Utopian seeds that had been shrinking continuously. When Amu took out the philosopher's stone and ended the individual's consciousness, these Utopian seeds would also be destroyed. Going into decline, only a little glimmer of light remains to support it.

"Father, you won't refuse me, right?"

Alice dragged her weirdly deformed body and silently came to Teda, stretched out her palm towards him, and asked for it.

TEDA looked at all this blankly, and slowly a little reason appeared in his empty eyes, and then the illusion was completely shattered.

The bloody battlefield, the silver knight trapped in the corruption of flesh and blood, interspersed with Boluoge hanging on a bone spur, the ferocious and weird Alice, the decaying and dying self, and the perpetual core in his hand...

The hazy consciousness suddenly woke up. TEDA was in this desperate hell, with only unbearable sorrow and coldness in his heart.

"What have I done..."

Teda murmured.