Endless Debt

The gap between the believers and the defenders was still too great, but under such a gap, Bologo found that he was absorbing the ether of the speechless people and usurping them. For a while, even Bologo himself began to I was in a daze and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Drain...drain?"

Boluogo realized early on that he had the ability to absorb. By hunting demons, he could absorb the soul fragments from their corpses to relieve mania and store them as backup ether.

Regarding this ability, Boluogo has never been able to figure out what it is, but in this desperate situation, Boluogo actually took the initiative to release this power.

With the resentment out of hand and the ether exhausted, Bologo lost all means of counterattack. The moment he punched back, he only thought about counterattack, like a hysterical soldier, groping for his weapons randomly.

Finally, he pulled out a dagger from the corner that he didn't remember.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Boluogo raised his head. The restriction of his rank prevented him from drawing more ether from the Silent Man, but the ether he had absorbed now was enough to make Boluogo's alchemy matrix run again.

"Soul-sucking?"

The voice of the Silent Man was muffled and booming, and Bologo could only hear the first half clearly.

"How weird."

The speechless man shook his head. He ignored Boluogo from beginning to end and was just talking to himself.

Dazzling light emerged, and the Silent Man raised the ether sword again. So what if Bologo could absorb his own ether? Judging from Bologo's current absorption speed, he would not be able to usurp his own ether in a short time. It only takes a moment to cut off his head yourself.

Lightning burst out, and the Silent One struck down a thunderbolt. Bologo's pupils burned, the flames of the cauldron burned wantonly, and the snake scales surged, turning into dense iron branches and stabbing the Silent One.

Unstoppable, Boluogo knew that even if he suddenly unleashed the power he had drawn, he still could not reverse the situation of the battle by relying on it alone. The current Silent Ones were simply too powerful.

Only then did Bologo realize how lucky he was to be able to kill the Silver Knight when the timeline was out of order. Relying on the blessing of evil, Lebius and many other forces, they barely managed to kill the Silver Knight. And that's just the third remote-controlled puppet.

A chariot guarding the fortress.

Boluogo has fully felt the power of this force. It is like an unstoppable chariot. Whoever tries to stop him will only be crushed into pieces.

The lightning shattered the iron branches and annihilated them. The high concentration of ether released manic power and easily decomposed these metal materials. Then it killed Boluogo. This time Boluogo didn't know how long it would take for him to be resurrected. .

Boluogo stared directly at the lightning. He wanted to witness his own death and would never give in. Under Boluogo's glare, the speeding lightning suddenly stopped, and then the direction of the chop was reversed.

The Silent One suddenly gave up the offensive against Bologo, turned around quickly, swung his sword, and smashed the deadly thunder behind him.

The sound of wind came belatedly, and Boluogo heard the low roar that was enough to stir up the storm.

The golden light surged and extinguished. After the smoke filled the air, a tall figure appeared in front of the Silent Man. The deadly lightning stayed on his chest, but no matter how hard the Silent Man tried, it could not get any closer.

"Not bad, Bologg," Nathaniel smiled at Bologg, "You lasted longer than I thought."

"Deputy...Deputy Director?"

Boluogo sat down backwards without any strength. Aimu rushed over and helped Boluogo. Like Boluogo, she also had a look of astonishment on her face.

Did the sublimation furnace core open the sealed building and bring reinforcements? But the reinforcements turned out to be the deputy director, which was a bit too fussy.

Aimu's face changed slightly. She suddenly discovered that the virtual realm that enclosed the building was still intact. It had not been destroyed at all. So Nethaniel... Could it be that Nethaniel was in this building early in the morning?

"Nathaniel."

A vague and hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of the speechless man. He, who was always silent, said so many words today that even he was surprised.

"long time no see."

Nethaniel showed a calm smile and strangled the arm of the Silent Man holding the thunder light with one hand. The power of heart palpitations expanded in Nethaniel's body. No one would doubt Nethaniel's murderous intention at this moment, but However, Bologo could not sense any ether reaction or fluctuation from this murderous intention.

Etheric shielding, an etheric shielding that is enough to perfectly cover the level of the Glorious One.

Extreme state.

After reaching the level of the defender, due to one's high intimacy with the ether, many ether extreme skills will be finally strengthened, and even show an almost secret energy-like effect, and the extreme realm is what it is called.

As a Glorious One, it couldn't be easier for Nethaniel to master several extreme realms. If he hadn't observed Nethaniel's existence with the naked eye and relied only on perception, Bologo wouldn't have been able to tell his existence at all.

This is the first time Boluogo has seen the so-called extreme realm.

Nethanil exerted a little force, and a shuddering sound of broken bones was heard. He forcefully twisted the arm of the Silent Man, and the rolling lightning dissipated.

Pulling off the Silent Man's arm, what gushed out from the broken part of the wound was not blood, but a blur of blood mixed with flowing glimmers of light.

When possessing the power of a defender, the Silent Man's body has already begun to transform into the ether, and his body has gradually entered the realm of transcendence. Conventional physical damage is no longer able to kill him.

Gauld, who is also a defender, suffered such heavy injuries before, not because of physical injuries, but because his mental will fell into the control of the Desire Witch and was allowed to play with her.

The strange thing is that this time the etherification did not help the Silent Man reduce his injuries. On the contrary, the glimmer of light at the wound was quickly fading, and the stopped blood overflowed again.

The Silent Man felt that countless venomous snakes were burrowing into his body from his wounds. They were biting his flesh and blood and gnawing at his alchemical matrix. In an instant, he could not even maintain the ether.

"Only a part of you is not enough."

As Nethaniel spoke, he grabbed the voiceless man's throat, and with a little force, the etheric glow on the voiceless man's body was completely extinguished, and the sounds of twisting and breaking resounded in his body.

The higher-pitched ether invaded the body of the Silent Man, breaking through the critical moment of the Silent Soul at the moment of contact, and then completely invaded the alchemical matrix.

The Silent Man was not surprised by this outcome. After all, what he was facing now was the most lethal Glory Person in the history of the Bureau of Order.

Not only the Bureau of Order, but looking at the entire history of the world, it is also a rare and terrifying existence.

The Silent Man suddenly became a little curious. He was not present at the grandest scene of the Secret War. He was curious about who had the sharpest sword between Nathaniel and Xilin that time.

His thoughts were interrupted, and Nathaniel broke the speechless man's neck, destroying his body with too much force. Soon the flesh withered and shriveled, like a wind-eroded building, annihilated into pieces of dust and scattered.

The Silent One, who beat Bologo so breathless, fell down and died in the hands of the Glorious One.

Boluogo tried hard to maintain his will. He knew that he could not die yet. He raised his spirits and struggled to say to Nathaniel.

"There is a person, a person who is completely different from the Silent Man. He is dressed in black robes..."

That strange connection touched Boluogo's heart.

"Oh? You mean it?"

Nathaniel turned around and faced Bologo. It was also at this time that Bologo realized that Nathaniel was holding a corpse in his other hand.

After careful observation, Boluogo discovered that it was not a corpse, but a body made of machinery wrapped under the black robe.

"I guess it's an assassin from the King's Shield Guard. He wants to disrupt the negotiations between us and the King's Secret Sword."

Nathaniel lied without changing his expression, "As for this thing, it is just a controlled object. The real owner is not here."

Throwing the body on the ground, the buzzing sound of metal continued. Bologg stared blankly at the wreckage. Nathaniel was right. The master who controlled the body was no longer there, and he could not feel the strange connection. .

His vision fell into darkness, and the exhausted Bologo fell heavily.

…

After the scarlet light passed, a strange feeling of dislocation came from all over the body, as if the whole person had been cut into pieces and then put back together again. A weird feeling remained in the nerves and mind, and the smell of rust swelled in the throat and tip of the nose, as if he had just left. Crawled out of the beast's stomach.

When his vision was restored, Gray had passed through the scarlet scar opened by the Blood Shift Sword, ended his journey through the winding path, and arrived in a dark space.

Gray did not take action immediately. He picked up the scarlet sword. The influence of the winding path was not over yet, and the fatigue after overusing the gift also caught up with him.

Fortunately, Gray has become accustomed to this feeling. Since becoming the tyrant's debtor, Gray has become the tyrant's messenger by virtue of the ability of the blood-shifting sword to split winding paths, traveling freely throughout various regions.

After using the winding path for a long time, Gray felt that he had gradually developed a resistance to the winding path, just like he had long been accustomed to the dark and humid life in the Great Rift.

At the same time as the resistance developed, the impact also deepened. On several occasions, under the diagnosis of those Gray doctors, they found that the bones of Gray's body had undergone slight deformation, and even the position of the internal organs had certain deviations.

Gray didn't care.

Climbing up the stairs and walking into the narrow corridor, the dark space echoed with the rustle of electricity, and the faint sound of people talking could be heard.

Gray came to the door at the end of the darkness, opened the door, and saw a small living room.

Many TVs were piled up together, like a wall. On the old sofa, a blurry and crawling black figure sat on it. While watching TV, he let out a harsh laugh.

Gray briefly glanced at the content on the TV. On the screen, the Silent Ones were at war with the Bureau of Order. The entire industrial area was covered in flames of war, and the manic ether roared.

"Do you need me to do anything else?"

Gray leaned against the wall beside him, crossing his arms and speaking indifferently.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment," the tyrant leaned forward, his eyes almost touching the TV screen, "it's almost over."

The scene on the TV switched to a closed building, where the Silent Man became the eyes and ears of the tyrant, spying on the fighting inside.

Among the many black-armored figures, Gray also noticed the black-robed figure. Then the black-robed figure turned around and seemed to be saying something to the pursuing Boluogo. A silver-white mask was revealed.

Gray remembered this person. He had just sent them a large number of souls not long ago. Only then did Gray notice that he didn't know the identity of the other person at all.

During the days when he worked for the tyrant, Gray's attitude was very negative. To be precise, he didn't care about anything, and everything was meaningless.

But for some reason at this moment, he also became curious about that figure.

The man in black robe left, and then came the fight between Boluogo and the Silent One. The TV could only transmit the picture, but could not transmit the roar of the ether together. Therefore, Gray did not notice the change in the intensity of the ether between the Silent One.

What was finally presented to Gray was that after a terrible explosion, the only remaining Silent Man suddenly became stronger and defeated Boluogo with an overwhelming advantage.

Borlog then drew upon the Aether of the Unspeakable.

"Yes! This is the moment!"

The tyrant suddenly shouted excitedly. He picked up the remote control and flicked the screen. The moving image began to regress, zoom in, and slow down. He almost threw himself on the TV, carefully observing Boluogo's movements. .

"Ha... I guessed it right! It's really you!"

The tyrant's voice became distorted and sickly. He let go of the TV, slowly backed away, and sat down on the sofa.

"You've still revealed your secret," the tyrant murmured to himself, "my dear blood relative."

Gray ignored these excessive reactions of the tyrants. Devils are weird and crazy things. No matter how weird they do, it is considered normal.

The tyrant had already obtained the information he wanted. He pressed the remote control and turned off the TV. Gray did not see what happened next. The room was a little darker. There was obviously no light source, but there was still a light in the room. A very low visibility, rather than completely black.

"Gray, take me somewhere," the tyrant ordered, "to find Vika."

Gray nodded, this could be considered one of his positions, as a means of transportation.

Leave the room and go down the stairs, where Vika is already waiting for Gray. Now he is no longer a vicar, but a shell dominated by a tyrant.

Gray asked, "Is the place you are going far far away?"

The Wandering Fork Road is the land of the tyrant, where he can appear in a physical form without relying on support. Only when he transcends this area, he cannot interfere with reality and needs a carrier to act.

The tyrant put his hand on Gray's shoulder. He did not answer Gray's question, but just smiled strangely. Soon Gray realized that he had lost control of his body.

Gray couldn't help but pull out the sword of blood migration. The crazy power surged in his veins, and the gift of threshold limit was released again.

The sword of blood migration slashed horizontally, opening a path to the unknown area.

After crossing the winding path, Gray appeared in an ancient and majestic building, but judging from the humidity in the air and the familiar feeling, he was still in a large rift.

Gray wondered what kind of place this was. He had been operating in the Great Rift for so long, but he had never remembered such a place.

"Yo! My big clients!"

The tyrant interrupted Gray's thinking, opened his hands and walked forward with great enthusiasm.

Gray looked forward, and two familiar figures appeared in front of him. They were the guys who had traded souls with him before. But what surprised Gray was that the silver mask, which he had just been in the closed building just now, appeared now. Here it is.

The tyrant stood in front of the silver mask and asked with concern, "How are you doing?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

"How cold," continued the tyrant, "I guess it failed."

It was as if he could see through the mask and sense the mood of the silver mask. Seeing the other party's silence, his laughter became even harsher.

"Do you want to continue trading with me? You have also seen the power of the Silent Legion, and this is not all of his power."

The tyrant paused for a moment and said mysteriously, "He is one of the few people in the world who can match the crowned one. As long as you are willing, this mercenary will help you win this war."

The crowned one?

The Shadow King smiled disdainfully. He would not easily believe the tyrant's words. If the Army of the Silent Ones could really become the legendary crowned ones, the tyrant would not stay in this ghostly place forever.

If the tyrant had a crowned one, the strife among the devils would have ended long ago.

"I have nothing left to give."

"Hmm...how could that happen?"

The Tyrant approached Silver Mask and whispered in his ear, "You know what I want...what the hell is he doing."

Silver Mask did not reply, and the tyrant said in a lower voice, "I saw it with my own eyes, Bologo Lazarus, he has the same protection as you, and you all serve him."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"So loyal."

The tyrant retreated back to Gray slightly disappointed. He hates guys like Silver Mask, just like he hates Bologg. You can't impress such a stubborn guy with direct benefits, but that doesn't mean they don't. Value, on the contrary, they are well suited to being exploited indirectly.

He is very good at using others indirectly, as long as the interests of both parties are consistent, just like the tyrant manipulated Bologo to hunt down the king's secret sword.

Like this...

The tyrant put his hand on Gray's shoulder and spoke to him intimately.

"It seems that I haven't introduced this big customer to you."

Gray felt inexplicably strange, and then his mind became cold due to the tyrant's words.

"These two are from the King's Shield Guards, and this is the third seat... You should know him, right? After all, you were once a member of the King's Secret Sword."

The tyrant's words pushed the already serious atmosphere into absolute silence, and then his voice scraped through Gray's eardrums like a razor.

"As for this..."

The tyrant pointed his finger at the silver mask.

"We call him... the Shadow King."

Almost as soon as he heard the name, Gray clenched his fists and his eyes were bloodshot, like a hungry lone wolf.

Shadow King.

The culprit who dragged Gray into this tragic fate.