Endless Debt

"Is this the purpose of Red Dog's trip?"

Lebius looked through the documents from the decision-making room. At this moment, he frowned and there was anger in his eyes.

There were only two people in the office, Lebius and Jeffrey. As an old friend of Lebius, Jeffrey could clearly feel Lebius's anger at this moment. He had not seen Lebius so angry for a long time. , as if fire was about to burst out of his body.

Lebius asked, "Does anyone else know about this?"

"I don't know yet," Jeffrey shook his head. "The decision-making room is not planning to announce the news at the moment. They are preparing to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword, but the negotiations are expected to last several months."

"Negotiation?" Lebius's voice rose. He rarely lost his composure like this. "What does the decision-making room think?"

"I don't know, I was shocked when I heard the news," Jeffrey added. "I even thought that the King's Secret Sword wanted to start a war against us, and this was just a random excuse."

"The truth is, they weren't kidding, these bastards were serious, they even had a contract drawn up."

Lebius took a deep breath and forced his restless heart to calm down. Soon he dealt with his emotions and returned to his usual calm appearance.

Seeing his appearance, Jeffrey also breathed a sigh of relief. Even though Lebius looked rational and calm now, he was a violent young man when he was young. It was this long experience that made Lebius learn to be cautious. and restrained.

"How are Boluogo and the others doing?"

Lebius tried to change the topic to make himself feel better, "I haven't seen them for a while since the reality-shattering incident."

After the reality-shattering incident, the Zongge Band suddenly disappeared, and even the Happy Garden disappeared from the observation of the Bureau of Order. Other hostile organizations also rarely became honest. For this reason, the Bureau of Order ushered in a rare day of peace.

It's as if order has really come to the world... No, order is short-lived, and there is greater chaos lurking in the shadows.

During this period of time, the job of Bologo and others was daily patrolling. Due to Bologo's outstanding performance, Lebius already trusted Bologo, and some mission reports were left to Bologo himself. This reduced a lot of workload for Lebius, and Boluogo went to the Order Bureau every day.

"Still the same, abide by your duties," Jeffrey said with a smile, "The security of the Great Rift is much better now than before."

Lebius said, "I have never felt that relying solely on force can fundamentally change the order of a region."

"I feel the same way, but Boluogo didn't think too much about it," said Jeffrey. "As long as everyone is afraid of him and has awe, it's a simple and straightforward truth. By the way, now more and more people are afraid of him." Many people call him an evil spirit and regard him as an urban legend."

Hearing this, Lebius couldn't help but smile. They were once part of the urban legend.

"Then I'll leave first. The other team leaders are also discussing these things. Everyone has a strong desire to fight. I have to find a way to appease this group of people."

Jeffrey stood up and left, but before walking out of the door completely, he turned back to Lebius and said.

"Calm down, Lebius, don't let the red dog disturb you."

Lebius lowered his eyes and said nothing. Seeing this, Jeffrey couldn't say anything. He knew the hatred between Lebius and Red Dog, and he didn't think his few words could persuade him. Live in Lebius, but he can't do nothing.

Standing in the empty corridor, Jeffrey couldn't help but sigh. Facing Lebius's anger, he actually envied Lebius a little. To this day, Lebius still maintains his hatred for the past. , and Jeffrey seemed to be relieved. Even if he was angry, he would not be as angry as Lebius.

Thinking of this, Jeffrey began to blame himself. He wondered if he was a weak person. Even the pure and passionate emotion of hatred was difficult to maintain.

Lebius was silent for a long time in the office. He felt a little headache. He could vaguely hear Belphegor's crazy whispers. The devil's power smelled of Lebius's strong desire, which almost burned his flesh and blood.

In the end, Lebius no longer hesitated and made the decision he had been struggling with for a long time.

He picked up the phone and dialed the phone. After a few beeps, a familiar voice sounded.

"So it seems that you have made your decision?"

A woman's voice sounded from the microphone, and the background was hustle and bustle. The woman seemed to have connected the phone in the workshop, and Lebius could imagine the sparks rising from the sharp sound.

"I'm sure, I'm ready."

"Well... don't bother, I'll make sure again," the woman said, "Have you really decided to take that step? I've seen your files... including the information from the Secret War. You are in a very bad state. wonderful."

Lebius said, "I'm sure, Bailey, stop talking nonsense, do you think I am the kind of person who is hesitant?"

"Is not it?"

Bailey's slightly smiling words left Lebius speechless. If he really didn't hesitate, he would have taken that step decisively many years ago.

"Okay, I understand. The files are being sent. You need some time to adjust to the state of your body and soul, and then the ceremony will begin."

Bailey hung up the phone, and at the same time there was a rumbling sound from the capsule tube above Lebius' head, and then a transport capsule popped out from behind the air valve.

Take out the document inside, which is an application form waiting for Lebius to sign.

Lebius read out the words on it.

"Lebius Lovisa's application for promotion to defender..."

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When the whole world was turbulent, the Great Rift turned into a rare pure land. Under the heavy haze, this gray and dilapidated hidden world still operated according to its original rules.

The demons are hiding in the corner, looking at the living people with fiery eyes, thirsting for their souls. However, the demons nowadays are very good at restraining themselves. If they are not hungry to an unbearable level, no one will choose to take action. They all He was in awe of the monster named Evil Spirit, as if he was everywhere, always staring at his back.

In the narrow corridor built along the cliff, a demon is hiding in the gap of the cliff, like a predator, waiting for passers-by to come out of the mist.

This demon has been hungry for many days, and the mania is constantly tormenting him. It's like countless maggots have grown deep in his internal organs, gnawing at his flesh and blood, sucking out his blood. He can even hear The slight sound coming from his body was the maggots gnawing at his bones.

He was so hungry that even though he knew about the existence of evil spirits, he decided to risk his life. Compared with being killed by evil spirits, he could not bear the endless torture.

There was a rustling sound in the rusty corridor, and then footsteps came from the other end of the mist. Someone was approaching. The demon held his breath, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.

The sound was getting closer and closer to him, and he silently raised the dirty short knife. Soon two shadows appeared in the mist, one higher and one lower, and then their appearance appeared in front of the devil's eyes.

The leader is a weird-looking guy. He is covered with a layer of robes, almost completely covering his body, as if he is a ghost walking out of the mist. The other is a knight wearing iron armor. This kind of armor is rare these days. It's rare to see one, let alone someone still wearing it, walking in the Great Rift.

The devil instinctively sensed something ominous about the two of them. Just when he was hesitating whether to launch an attack, he suddenly discovered that the guy in the robe had disappeared.

There was a faint sound of wind in his ears, and a smell of rust emerged from the demon's throat.

The robes fluttered in the wind, and an exquisite silver-white mask appeared in the darkness, like a ghost emerging from the night. This was the last scene in the eyes of the devil.

The Shadow King retracted his hand and dragged the demon out of the gap. The body with its chest pierced fell onto the corridor, and blood dripped into the endless sea of ​​fog below.

Dots of blue starlight emerged from the demon's corpse, and they penetrated into the Shadow King's body one by one, bringing a sense of soul satisfaction. The third seat was as usual, he was guarding behind the Shadow King, and asked the Shadow King to kill the demon. He has long been used to the brief stop.

"The red dog has arrived at the Bureau of Order, right?" Shadow King said, "Why do you think he came?"

"The body of Overlord Xilin."

The third seat said, "Other than that, I can't think of any need for the King's Secret Sword to trade with the Bureau of Order."

After listening, a hoarse laugh sounded from under the mask, as if he was laughing at all this. The Shadow King did not continue the topic, but stretched out his hand, trying to catch the faint blue light spots that integrated into his body one by one.

"It's so beautiful," said the Shadow King. "You can't see this, can you?"

The third seat nodded, "It's a pity that I can't witness this strange power with my own eyes."

The Shadow King shook his head and explained, "This is not strange, it's just the devil's blessing."

"Intensive Care?"

The third seat is puzzled. This is the first time that the Shadow King explains to him the strange power he possesses. But if this is the power from the devil, the third seat has never seen such protection.

"It's normal if you haven't seen it. The devil is very good at hiding his whereabouts. He only likes to plot plans in the shadows rather than standing in the sun. For this reason, few people can get his protection. Even if they do, if they are protected by If the protector does not take the initiative to expose himself, few people will be able to detect this."

The Shadow King devoured all the soul fragments and used them to fill his broken and empty heart. The short-term satisfaction made him break away from the pain of emptiness for a moment.

After eating, the Shadow King and the third seat continued to move forward. One demon was far from enough to satisfy the void in the Shadow King's heart. He needed more souls. After killing many demons, his sense of satisfaction was maintained.

But this sense of satisfaction failed to make the Shadow King happy, and he whispered his own curse.

"The more you desire something, the less you get."

The Shadow King is disgusted and longs for it, but has no right to refuse. He needs this protection to extend his life, this evil protection from the devil.

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul.