Endless Debt

The deep and oppressive sea of ​​fog surges like a huge ocean covering the underground world. In the round glass bottom, a rickety figure sits cross-legged, looking down at the monotonous scenery as usual, standing forever like a sculpture.

"Sorry, I failed."

The third person knelt down on one knee behind the Shadow King. He lowered his head and his words were full of apology.

After paying so much price, they finally lost the battle for the Immortal Heart and were completely defeated.

"This is not your fault, it's just that our strength is not enough."

The Shadow King's voice was calm. Even if the failure of the third seat would lead to his gradual death, he didn't care. It seemed that death was no stranger to the Shadow King, but a long-lost friend.

The third seat was a little excited, "But what should you do?"

The Shadow King had absolute faith in the third seat's heart, and he would never allow his faith to collapse like this.

"There will always be a way," the Shadow King said nonchalantly, "but I don't want to do that unless necessary."

Having said that, now the time has come for the Shadow King to make a choice, which makes the Shadow King feel sad, angry and humiliated.

"You want... No, you can't do this."

The third seat seemed to have guessed what the Shadow King was going to do. He was about to say something, but was severely interrupted by the Shadow King.

"It doesn't matter!" Shadow King shook his head, "I just want him to win a little more..."

The Shadow King took a deep breath, slowly clenched his fists, and murmured, "I will win it back, I will."

After saying these words, the Shadow King himself was amused by himself. His gaffeful words were like a hysterical gambler, begging for another round.

gambler……

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no difference between himself and the gambler. They are just small individuals in this grand gambling game.

The third person said no more, and stared at the shadow king's back with a slightly sad look. The rickety figure supported something far heavier than he imagined.

Carrying a huge empire.

The Shadow King asked, "Apart from this, are you sure? The Bureau of Order has successfully usurped the power of the Overlord?"

"Yes, we have completed the investigation. The other party is Borogo Lazarus, a debtor with immortality. His past is a mystery. He recently joined the Bureau of Order and became a member of the Special Operations Group. One member.”

The third seat recounted the information obtained from the investigation, "Although he is only a first-stage condenser now, when he activates his secret energy, the effect of his secret energy is so similar... It is simply a comparison with the Overlord. A perfect copy of force!"

Fanatic emotions surged in the third seat's eyes, and his words trembled uncontrollably.

"The power that governs all things, the power of the 'royal domain'."

The Shadow King was unmoved by the enthusiastic words of the third seat. He just lowered his head, thinking about something with a glimmer of light in his dark eyes.

"Step back," the Shadow King said, "I will handle the rest."

There was unbearability in the third seat's eyes, but he knew that he could not change the Shadow King's mind. More importantly, they had no other means except this.

Finally, the third seat sighed sadly and left the place silently. Only the Shadow King was left in the empty and dark courtyard.

The Shadow King recalled the forbidden power, and thought about the name of Borogo Lazarus in his mind.

Invisible forces surround the Shadow King, like a school of ethereal fish. They swim continuously, causing ripples.

The Shadow King slowly raised his head and looked at the turbid darkness not far away. It was so dark that it seemed to be able to swallow up all the light. Under the brief gaze, a twisted strange feeling lingered in the Shadow King's mind, as if there was something invisible. Its claws penetrated reality and reality, tearing at his spirit.

"I knew you were here, watching me from the corner, non-stop."

Facing the evil existence in the darkness, Shadow King said calmly.

Disdainful laughter came from the darkness, and a vague figure walked out of the shadows. He was surrounded by equally dark fish schools, and all the light could not illuminate him, so he looked like a sudden black silhouette. , separating light and space.

The visitor slowly walked up to the Shadow King, and the shadow squirmed, lifting him and the Shadow King together. The dark tables and chairs stretched out from the darkness, and the two sat at both ends of the table. Then the delicate Othello game Emerge from the desktop.

The visitor picked up the black chess piece and said, "Want to play a game?"

The Shadow King stared at the black shadow for a long time, just like he had met many times before. No matter how he looked, all he could get was a void of darkness.

He gave up observing, silently picked up the white chess piece and pushed the piece forward.

The Shadow King asked, "Bologo Lazarus...he is your new target, right?"

"I think you may have made a mistake in the order." The visitor pushed the chess pieces and the garrison soldiers moved forward. "Compared to him, you are the new target."

"..."

The Shadow King's hand holding the chess piece was stiff for a moment, and he noticed the meaning behind the words of the visitor, "Is that so? He was your chosen one from the beginning, and I was just a replacement later."

The visitor said, "I thought you had realized that you were a substitute."

"I have thought about it, but I didn't expect that he existed far before me."

In just a few words, the Shadow King roughly guessed the details of the mystery. At the same time, he also understood one thing, which was deliberately told to him by the visitor.

The visitor always does this, releasing the necessary information to himself at the necessary moment, thereby guiding himself to the future he desires. The most disturbing thing is that the Shadow King never has the power to refuse.

The Shadow King continued to question, "The undead... he seems to have lived for many years and was released by you recently?"

The conspiracy hidden in the shadows of history was so close, the Shadow King felt that he was about to touch it, and his pupils were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The visitor burst into laughter and did not answer. Instead, he continued the game and talked about other topics.

"Compared with these, you should care about yourself. The dead have no chance to witness all this."

The visitor looked at the withered and decaying body of the Shadow King and felt his gradually declining vitality. According to common sense, the Shadow King in front of him should have died long ago, but he broke the common sense and maintained a living attitude. But this is just hanging on for a while.

"You are a good chess piece. You have the noble character of human beings, focus, tenacity, caution, and never compromise..."

The visitor stopped playing chess, and in the creeping darkness, the Shadow King could clearly detect the coming gaze.

"Want to make another deal with me?"

The visitor extended an invitation to the Shadow King. The Shadow King was silent. He stared at the chessboard, his eyes piercing through the years and going back many years ago.

At that time, he was still a child who could not even lift a sword. He saw the visitor on an undetermined night and made a deal with him.

The visitor reversed the fate of the Shadow King, but also led his destiny to a deeper darkness.

"My soul, my body, my everything..."

The Shadow King shook his head, his voice calm, without any sadness or joy.

"I have nothing left to give you."

The person who came reached out and held down the Shadow King, forcing him to raise his head and stare into the darkness.

"No, that's not the case. So what if you lose all your value? You are still alive now and you can continue to create value."

The visitor understood the Shadow King's thoughts. He watched the Shadow King's growth and watched him rise from despair... He understood the Shadow King too well.

"You don't want it to end like this, right? I can see the desire in your eyes."

The visitor laughed, his voice hoarse and harsh, "You are also looking forward to this moment, right? Looking forward to me favoring you again, giving you strength, and allowing you to return to the battlefield..."

"Ah...you are a restless black goat, I knew that from the beginning."

The Shadow King stared coldly into the darkness, letting the dark arms take off his mask. The cold palms pressed on his rough and decayed face, and then his fingers forcibly opened his eyelids, completely exposing his eyeballs to the air. middle.

The Shadow King was not bewitched by the visitor's words. He had been thinking about it during the conversation. To be precise, since the first time he saw the visitor when he was a child, he had been thinking about why the visitor did this.

Until today, many years later, until Borogo Lazarus was exposed in front of his eyes, until various coincidences came together, he roughly understood the visitor's thoughts.

"I'm just a carrier, a carrier across time, transferring that power to his replacement."

The Shadow King grabbed the dark arm and held it tightly, as if he wanted to twist it off.

"I should have no value to you, but now you come back to me.

Yes, it’s not that I’m begging for your favor, but you need me too, right? What do you need me to do to realize your dark plot. "

The visitor said calmly, "But you also said that we are settled, right?"

As early as many years ago, the Shadow King fulfilled the deal with the visitor. He paid off his debt and became what he is today.

The Shadow King smiled, his words full of anger and harshness, "Liangqing? How can it be possible to have both? I have never escaped from your control, and you have always been watching me. The reason why you no longer appear in front of me is because Just looking for the right time, right?

Like... now. "

The visitor was silent, and then said with a trembling smile, "You are indeed the best."

"Many people think they are special and think they can break the curse and pay off their debts. Others think they can play with the devil and profit from it... You are different from them."

The comers overturned the chess pieces, and they fell in pieces, and the corpses piled up across the battlefield.

"You are always so clear-headed and never believe anyone's words."

The Shadow King growled, "In that case, what are you waiting for?"

The dark figure began to squirm and collapse, turning into countless dark fish swarms swimming around the Shadow King. They finally condensed behind the Shadow King, shaping back into the dark figure again.

He stretched out his hands, gently put them on the Shadow King's shoulders, lowered his head, and whispered in the Shadow King's ear.

"My eyes will be on you again, and you will gain my favor again."

The black shadow collapsed, and countless fish wormed their way into the Shadow King's body. After many years, the evil protection came again and was given to him again.

The Shadow King stood up slowly. He could feel the power surging in his body, and he was clearly aware of the other party's departure.

He was not happy about gaining strength. On the contrary, an irresolvable sadness surrounded the Shadow King's heart.

After all, the Shadow King did not escape this destined fate. He once thought that he had escaped, but it was only a temporary escape. He was destined to be entangled with him until the moment when his life came to an end.

But the Shadow King has no regrets. As long as he can achieve his goal and kill the hateful evil on the throne, he will not hesitate even if it costs all his soul.

Walking out of the courtroom quietly, the Shadow King did not attract anyone's attention. He left the Mist Abyss Fortress and walked along the steep corridor towards the shadow of the great rift.

The Shadow King could smell the rot and decay, and then he found the lingering demons in the shadows.

Pairs of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness, looking at the uninvited guest. Some yelled loudly, some looked greedily at the soul under the Shadow King's body, and some were hungry and slowly pulled out the blood-stained dagger.

All this was reflected in the Shadow King's eyes, and a hateful smile gradually appeared on his withered face. He licked his sharp teeth, and then plunged into the darkness.

After a brief metallic buzz, a harsh and shrill scream emerged from the shadows, as if some kind of cruel punishment had befallen the demons. The wailing sound lasted not long before it stopped completely.

Among the corpses and dirty blood on the ground, the Shadow King gasped, feeling the vitality of life. At the same time, dots of cyan light rose from the broken limbs, and the soul fragments merged into the Shadow King's body, bringing him The fullness of the soul.

The Shadow King closed his eyes with satisfaction, enjoying the sacrifice of his soul. He had been waiting for this moment for too long.