Endless Debt

This was not the first time that Boluogo fell into the abandoned land. Once again, he was familiar with the second time. He quickly thought of a way and contacted the fourth group stationed here, the Abyss Watchers.

The solution is simple.

The power belonging to the power-bearer was released to the fullest. At the same time as the power exploded, the sleeping flesh and blood buried under the ashes rose up one after another as if they were disturbed, and rolled towards Boluogo.

Under the influence of the Quiet Line of Defense, the Abandoned Land was completely covered by the ether vacuum, and not a single ether could exist here. This greatly weakened the power of evil in this world and made it suffer from hunger.

The emergence of Boluogo's power was like a fat fish falling into a forbidden area. The evil in this world attacked Boluogo hungry. This large-scale explosion of power also attracted the attention of the Desperate Outpost.

The reason why it was so difficult for them to discover Bologo last time was mainly because Bologo was too weak at that time and was still in a state of ether depletion. Now Bologo is different. The power of those who bear power is as dazzling as a torch.

Before Bologo could fight with the evil, a huge arrow shot out from the hazy darkness, and one arrow pierced the flesh of the evil in this world. The monster's scream could be vaguely heard, and what followed was... It was blazing foehn winds and surging ashes, and countless sparks rose from behind the high walls of the ruined city, as if there was an active volcano gestating within it.

After the commotion, Boluogo was exhausted. Under the influence of the etheric vacuum, he was already approaching the exhaustion of ether. Fortunately, before he collapsed completely, he saw those figures walking out of the hazy ashes.

"It's him again, why is it endless?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice complained, "What does he think of us? A supermarket? Come as soon as you ask."

"Team leader, judging from his situation, he probably made this move out of desperation."

"I remember, isn't he an immortal? Even if he encounters a strong enemy, he won't die anyway. There is no need to come to us, right?"

"Team leader, you have to know that the undead will not die, but it does not mean that they will not be contained, just like the monster we are imprisoning now."

The voice fell silent, and after a moment he asked again, "Is he still alive?"

Boluogo felt someone pull open his eyelids, and dazzling white light filled his field of vision.

"He's still alive and has some consciousness," the man continued. "He may be a little too tired. He just needs to rest for a while."

“Hell, I’m going to complain to the decision-making room!”

After a brief period of suppression, his voice became excited, "I've had enough of this hellish place. Apart from that monster, it's just ashes, ashes, and ashes. How long are we going to defend it?"

"Well...Team leader, I want to emphasize here that it was you who applied for a leisurely position."

"you shut up!"

In his hazy and disintegrating consciousness, Boluogo heard the conversation between the two. The voices were very familiar. Boluogo seemed to have seen them somewhere, but he no longer had the strength to recall them.

In the continuous battle with the defenders, Boluogo relied on his superior strength to survive the whole process.

The secret energy from Xilin, the gift of immortality, and the protection of jealousy. Without one of the three, Boluoge could not escape from the Mist Abyss Fortress so smoothly. However, it was said that it was smooth, but in fact he returned in a disastrous defeat.

This is a devil's conspiracy. Mammon is not only targeting himself, but also the Shadow King and the King's Shield Guard.

No one knows what he is going to do, but what is known is that all the actions of the devils will eventually lead to the destruction of the existing order and drag the world into crazy and disorderly chaos.

Boluogo thought like this and fell into a coma.

…

When Bologo woke up again, he was surrounded by walls made of pitch-black rocks, and he could vaguely feel the flow of ether.

Borogo was convinced that he was no longer in the Forsaken Land, and he said to himself, "Desperate Outpost?"

According to various inferences, he has not left the Great Rift, but he is not under the cover of the Silent Defense Line, so this is the only possibility.

At this time, another voice confirmed Boluogo's words.

"Yes, this is the Desperate Outpost," a gentle guy with glasses appeared at the door. He continued, "This is not the first time you have come, but last time you were in a coma until you left. among.”

"Who are you?"

Evan introduced himself, "You can call me Evan."

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"About an hour," Evan glanced at his watch, "If you are a little later, you can wake up directly in the Border Nursing Home."

"That is to say... I shouldn't wake up, right?" Bologo said, "I know the level of confidentiality here is very high, especially the things imprisoned down there?"

Even such a hateful evil in this world is only one part of the seal. What is truly terrifying is the curse left by King Solomon, that eternal light.

Even after so many years, the light is still burning, burning away the flesh and blood of the evil in this world every second, throwing out tons of ashes, completely covering the ruins of the sacred city.

It's like trying to hide something.

Boluogo asked, "Do you need me to pretend that I don't know anything?"

"No, not at all," Evan said, "You have the right to know."

"What?"

"You look surprised. Didn't the decision-making room inform you?" Evan motioned for Boluogo to follow him. "Your authority level has been raised. With your rank as the person in charge, there are many secrets in the Bureau of Order. Everything will be open to you, just like these things in the Abandoned Land."

"I don't pay attention to these things."

Boluogo followed Evan. Now he was sure that he was in the mysterious desperate outpost. Going up the spiral staircase, he could see that the steps were covered with a thin layer of ashes, and the air It also became turbid, making people unable to help but cough in a low voice.

"In addition to work, I rarely care about other things." Bologo said.

"I can feel it."

Evan stopped. He stood on the steps, turned back and looked down at Boluogo, as if he could see through all Boluogo's disguises, he spoke.

"Focused, efficient, stubborn, rigorous... you are an excellent field staff, not to mention, your immortality can make you ignore many factors that will affect your work, so that you can put into work with a better attitude."

Evan paused and said helplessly, "It would be great if the team leader could have a little bit of your professionalism."

Boluogo felt that he heard some important news about the leader of the fourth group.

The two continued upward, and the sound of fierce wind filled the surrounding area. Bologg came to a lookout. Just as he thought, the Desperate Outpost was built along the cliff, above the quiet defense line. It was like a small fortress. Same, watching over the abandoned place.

From here, Borogo could just see the ruins covered by ashes. The city was burning with endless fire, as if a huge furnace was built there. Giant craftsmen hammered the anvils day and night, sputtering. Sparks like stars.

Hot embers were thrown up from behind the high wall, and intermittent air waves carried these ash and sparks, forming deadly foehn winds. They washed over the cliffs and deep underground, causing the surrounding rocks to form canyons. Weird wind erosion features will appear.

Under the observation tower, there were huge giant crossbows, which were equipped with pitch-black crossbow arrows. Boluogo remembered that he had almost been hit by this thing before, and it was also the salvo of these crossbow arrows that could temporarily The power to suppress the evil in this world.

"You are so lucky..."

Boluogo whispered, and then looked at Evan, "For many people, the Holy City is a pilgrimage place that they have to witness with their own eyes even if they die, but for you, this is just an everyday scenery."

Evan asked, "Pilgrimage site? Is that the same for you?"

Boluogo thought for a moment and shook his head in relief, "It was before, but not now."

"During my days in the army, my commander told me that as long as the Holy City was captured, the war would end. For this reason, I have been looking forward to the arrival of that battle... until it actually came."

Evan listened quietly. The identity of Bologo's undead was no longer a secret in the field department. After all, Bologo's abilities were so outstanding that many senior staff could not compare with this newcomer.

Boluogo took a few steps forward, trying to find some traces of the past from the ash-filled land. Unfortunately, there was nothing left, they were all covered up by the ashes.

"It was a crazy battle. The artillery opened up the hard ground and tamped it down again, staining it with blood over and over again until the soil turned dark red and emitted a foul smell of blood.

Every few meters we advance, we leave behind countless corpses until we advance under the high wall. "

Boluogo stretched out his hand and pointed to the towering wall. Even after so many years, it still stood tall.

"It's such a pity that I couldn't conquer this high wall at that time, and it seems that I am powerless now."

Once Bologg was a conqueror, trying to tear down the wall, but now Bologg has become a defender. He wants to ensure that the wall remains standing to prevent the light from escaping.

As time goes by, looking back, Bologo only feels ironic.