Endless Debt

Extraordinary disaster·Reality shattered.

Among the many extraordinary disasters, the shattered reality is one of the most difficult disasters. Usually the ways in which this extraordinary disaster is caused are different, but they all have a common property, which is that they can rapidly improve in the real world. The concentration of ether even creates an ether vortex point, completely overwhelming the real world.

Within the scope of broken reality, high concentrations of ether will cause various abnormal phenomena, and these abnormal phenomena have no rules at all. They may be just thunder and storms like the angry sea, or they may be pure annihilation and obliteration. All living things within.

"In order to stabilize the real world and human order, Group 8, the Disaster Warning Team, has been dealing with this type of trouble."

Lebius stated that the eighth group is an action group that is out all year round, and unlike other action groups, their enemies are not hostile organizations, but potential ether vortex points everywhere.

Whenever the ether concentration in a certain area approaches the threshold and is likely to evolve into an ether vortex point, the eighth group will arrive in that area to channelize and suppress the ether to avoid the birth of an ether vortex point.

Jeffrey said, "But Group 8 can only deal with it before the disaster breaks out. Now that the reality is broken, they have nothing to do, let alone do we really know where they are?"

This world is very big. Although humans have explored almost every corner, they have only explored it. Most of the areas are still uninhabited. Human beings cannot reach those lands, but the ubiquitous ether can. Who can We can also know how many potential ether vortex points there are beyond human sight.

Therefore, the eighth group is like a group of explorers, running around in these uninhabited areas all year round. Only when the supplies are exhausted, will they reappear in the sight of the Bureau of Order and conduct mission reports. In addition, they sometimes You will bring back some ancient relics, which can often be found deep in the jungle covered with vines.

Lebius stood up and said, "According to the current intelligence, that ghost place will suppress everyone's alchemy matrix. Sending more people in will only take greater unnecessary risks."

Lebius changed his voice and suggested to Bologo, "Give me some advice, Bologo, what should we do?"

Palmer and Aimu had surprised looks in their eyes. They never expected that Lebius would actually seek advice from Boluogo. This was completely different from the team leader they were familiar with.

Boluogo said, "Asmod is right next to Irwin. I don't know what she is doing, but I have fought with her before, so I am more experienced than the third group."

What Irwin wrote became reality, the devil penetrated the page, and the story of Night Hunters eroded reality.

"I have read his stories and killed many of the same monsters in the Happy Garden."

With that said, Boluogo turned back and glanced at Aimu and Palmer. As a killing team that fought out of desperate situations, this job couldn't be more suitable for them.

Aimu gave him an affirmative look, while Palmer's eyes averted for a moment, but he still nodded firmly.

"I am an immortal. Even if I die inside, I will still come back to life after the shattering of reality ends. And I am the one who knows the bet between them best..."

Boluogo gave sufficient reasons, and Lebius could not refuse, nor did he think of refusing.

"let's go."

Lebius led several people away, and while walking side by side with Boluogo, he whispered to Boluogo, "Boluogo, you need to become a hero."

"hero?"

Boluogo was stunned and didn't understand why Lebius would say such a thing at such a time.

Hero, this word does not match Boluogo at all and is too far away. It is so glorious that Boluogo can't open his eyes.

Boluogo had imagined the image he would become, including a murderer, a butcher, an evil spirit, a punisher... He had thought about many things, but they were all negative and dark.

"Are you kidding me?" said Bologna. "Do you think I'm like that?"

"Hmm... dark hero?" Lebius speculated on the vocabulary, "Forget it, in short, you need to be a leader."

"You need a lot of resources, you need more authority, and you need more power, but there needs to be a good reason for all of this. You need to have everyone in the Bureau of Order recognize you, and you need to get all the power. …This might be a good start.”

Lebius said and laughed, which he rarely did.

"You don't think that we spend so much money just to let you be a small field clerk, do you?"

Boluogo didn't reply. Too many people had said similar things to him in the past few days. Invisible responsibilities were like shackles, nesting heavily on Boluogo.

"You still have a sense of justice in your heart, but it's just slightly distorted compared to the sense of justice based on secular values."

Lebius continued to joke, and his jokes were not as boring as before, "At least in normal movies, heroes don't lynch prisoners and beat them until their heads are bloody."

Bologo laughed twice, and Lebius also became serious and continued to speak to Bologo.

"Do you know what's really scary about the Glorious Ones?"

"I don't know," Bologo said. "I haven't fought against the Glorious Ones yet."

Boluogo thought that he had absolutely no chance of winning. Even if he faced Mamo, the dying old man, he didn't think he had a chance of winning. Even if they had the power of immortality, they were fully capable of crushing him repeatedly. Like peeling mashed potatoes.

"The Glorious Ones are infinitely close to the secret source, and the scale of the ether they can mobilize is also incalculable. It can be said that as long as the Glorious Ones want, they can summon massive amounts of ether at any time, set off a storm, and easily lift the ether concentration in a certain area. threshold, even breaking the boundaries of reality.

The Glorious One itself is a walking, dangerous etheric vortex point, creating chaos at will that can overwhelm reality. "

Lebius's voice turned cold and he spoke ruthlessly, "Just like it was during the Secret War."

Overlord Xilin broke into the reclamation room and summoned all creatures. At the same time, the high concentration of ether overwhelmed everyone.

The news about the red dog flashed through Lebius's mind again, "Peace has lasted for too long. The scarred enemies have healed their wounds and forged new sword blades."

If Lebius's guess is correct, the red dog is in the Oath City Opos at the moment, and soon he will visit the Bureau of Order in person - as a messenger.

Lebius tried hard to suppress his emotions, but he still couldn't help but clenched his fists. Because of this news, he, who had been trapped in the nursery for many years, decided to move forward.

There was a long silence between the two. After a long time, Boluogo accepted Lebius's expectations, "I understand."

This response was full of power. For a moment, Boluogo felt as if he was being supported by some invisible thing, but at the same time, the pressure from nothingness was a little stronger, and he could still vaguely hear it. It laughed to itself.

The clear sunlight fell from behind the layers of glass and evenly covered the faces of several people, bringing bursts of warmth. Before they could enjoy it for a moment, the noise of the crowd came like a tide. Looking inside the tower, Everyone was busy, and the high platform in the center was filled with supplies to be transported.

"Fortunately among the misfortunes, we have a stronghold not far from the broken reality. We can reach there directly through a winding path breakthrough."

The staff seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw Lebius and others arriving, they said into the communicator, "The special operations team is in place."

Lebius ordered, taking the lead on the high platform, "This winding path will cover a long distance, so be prepared."

Palmer hesitated and asked the others, "That's how we go?"

The departure was in a hurry. Palmer was still wearing his casual clothes, but he still wore the Storm Feather with him. As a field employee, he had to deal with emergencies at all times, and the weapon must never leave his hand.

"There are sufficient supplies at the stronghold for you to arm, and we have to make decisions based on the current situation, right?"

Lebius wishes the third group all the best.

There were no more questions. Several people climbed onto the high platform and prepared to step into the winding path. Before the blue light engulfed Palmer, he thought of Gold and Hart. They were also survivors. , we should take them with us, and then Palmer smiled mockingly to himself, looking at the appearance of those two unlucky guys, he might as well let them go.

The field of vision fell into darkness, and then a faint blue light appeared from the darkness. They were as numerous as stars, extremely gorgeous, but then a powerful force distorted everything. Countless light points stretched straight, like a grating covering everyone. .

Pain and strange twisting sensations were felt in his body. Palmer felt his intestines mingling together and his gastric juices boiling. They were cheering and trying to get out of his throat.

It seemed that only a second had passed, and it seemed that more than ten hours had passed. The dim and distorted vision suddenly became brighter, and the shrouded grating disappeared. Due to the blurred vision, large blocks of color filled the surrounding area, and the strong light pierced the surroundings. Palmer squeezed out a few tears as his sensitive eyes hurt.

The powerlessness all over his body made Palmer stumble forward uncontrollably. He could no longer stop the riot in his throat, and then he bent down and vomited.

The thick liquid was soaked in something that was difficult to see directly. Palmer guessed that it was his breakfast and the leftover supper from last night.

Someone helped Palmer, and his vision gradually became clearer. It was Boluogo. Although Boluogo also looked pale and looked uncomfortable, in any case, his performance was much better than Palmer's. , Aimu cleverly transformed into a body of steel before crossing the winding path. Without the senses of flesh and blood, she had no strange feelings.

The surroundings gradually became clearer. Boluogo thought he would appear in a tight underground fortress, but he did not expect that he would appear in an open space.

"Lebius?"

The man showed a surprised expression, and he walked quickly towards here. Lebius endured the dizziness in his mind and recognized the person clearly.

"Lynch?"

"I didn't expect it would be you who came to support me."

Lynch reached out to Lebius. Because of their different responsibilities, they had not seen each other for a while.

"Why did you place the Winding Path Gate here?"

Lebius looked around. The most important Winding Path Gate should be placed deep in the stronghold, but now it has been moved to the outside and exposed to the sun.

"This makes it easier to transport supplies, but now our situation is very bad."

Before Lin Qi finished speaking, the winding path door behind him lit up again, and a large amount of supplies were transported over, and then immediately moved to the front.

"Those monsters are pouring out of it in a steady stream. The Sublime Ones can indeed destroy them easily, but they are still unable to hold on after killing for several hours, not to mention that we are short of manpower."

Bursts of gunfire were heard in the distance, and Borogo saw flames rising from the ground, turning into devouring fire snakes. The shells passed over his head, leaving huge craters filled with gunpowder smoke on the ground.

"So we can only use more 'primitive' methods."

Lynch actually built a front around the area where reality was broken, and the intensive firepower destroyed any monsters that tried to escape from it.

"And these things are very useful. The interior of the broken reality will suppress our alchemy matrix, but it will not affect the performance of these thermal weapons. We are ready to send another team deep into it."

Lynch reported the latest situation to Lebius, then left with a few people and headed towards the front line.

There was a sulfur-like smell in the air, and Bologg had an indescribable feeling at the moment. Then he saw a dark boundary rising from the ground, like an abscess growing on the earth, and he could see it vaguely. The dark particles spread toward the outside world and then disappeared.

Lebius asked, "Is the fragmentation of reality expanding to the outside world?"

"Our front has retreated once," Lynch said with a serious look, "We don't have much time."

Lebius sighed. It was always like this. A sudden disaster caught everyone off guard. Fortunately, he quickly sorted out his mood. After all, this was the job of field staff like them. They should have gotten used to this.

"Tell your people to hold up the defense line. As for that team... take us with you."

As he spoke, Lebius introduced Bologo, as if he was competing with Lynch, "Let me introduce, this is my team member, Bologo Lazarus... He may be able to replace me in the future. ."

Lynch nodded at Boluogo. This alone was not enough to make Lynch pay attention to Boluogo, so Lebius added.

"By the way, he's the guy who came out of the Fun Park."

Lin Qi's casual eyes instantly became serious. Happy Garden, the third group's archenemy, they have been chasing that ghost thing for a long time, but they have never achieved any results. The most they can do is to remove it from the ground. Just driven away from a certain area.

"What happens here is a continuation of Happy Garden."

"I know what to do and I know what's deep inside this thing," Bologo said.

He became a little anxious and impatient, as if he would plunge into disaster in the next second.