Endless Debt

When Bologna saw Palmer again, it was already a few days later.

Boluogo lay on the sofa exhausted. During the day, he was training in the combat room, practicing etheric skills and enhancing his affinity for ether. At night, he sat in the living room like this, looking at the darkening sky outside the window. Listen to the bustle of the city.

In the lonely silence, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He remembered his conversation with Sere. Sere loved the Undead Club, even if it might have been created by a devil, he was willing to do so.

In the long life of the undead, the Undead Club took him in like a safe haven. Sere thought he would not understand his thoughts, but what Bologo could understand... Oath City Opos, Bureau of Order, Action Group, this house, are they not a place of shelter for Boluogo?

"ha……"

Bologo took a long breath. The fatigue caused by training made him feel a little sleepy. After he changed his position on the sofa and lay down, a slightly cool feeling crawled along Bologg's wrist.

A small silver-white snake emerged from Boluogo's cuffs. As its body twisted, its tiny scales also closed and opened. Its eyes shimmered with light. When it opened its mouth, the slender letter swayed.

The Silver Snake is so smart and lively that many people would mistake it for a real snake if they didn't know it in advance. But in fact, it is just a cold, dead creature shaped by the snake scale fluid under the precise control of Boluogo. Just things.

From the expression and movements of the silver snake, we can see the precision of Bologo's control over the ether. The silver snake began to split into two and then into four while swimming. A dense group of snakes entangled around Bologo's body. body, but then they quickly gathered together and turned back into the only silver snake, then got into Bologo's sleeve and disappeared.

The Snake Scale Liquid, an alchemical weapon created by Aimu, has accompanied Boluogo in many battles due to its special properties. However, with the growth of Boluogo, the strength of the Snake Scale Liquid is now somewhat unable to keep up with Bo Luogo's. Logo.

Bologo, who is in the power-bearing position, has broken many shackles. His control no longer requires direct contact with matter, and there are no restrictions on solid-liquid states. This directly replaces the important property of the solid-liquid transformation of the snake scale liquid. .

In terms of offensiveness, although the Snake Scale Liquid can continuously proliferate red mercury and carry out terrifying detonation and killing, its offensiveness is obviously not enough when facing high-level enemies, not to mention that in terms of offensiveness, it is obviously not enough. The sharp bite has replaced it.

Treating the Snake Scale Liquid as armor, it seems too fragile. The armor created can hardly block attacks from enemies of the same level or even higher levels.

In Bolog's opinion, the current Snake Scale Liquid is more like a steel maker. As long as it is there, he can control the steel at any time and anywhere to launch an offensive against the enemy.

From the original offensive weapon to an auxiliary weapon, at least with the Snake Scale Liquid, Boluogo never worried that he would be in a situation without a control object.

Just when Boluogo was worried about how to further arm himself, there were sounds outside the door, followed by the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock cylinder. The door handle was turned, and Palmer opened the door and walked in.

The two looked at each other in the dim light. Even though the light was dim, Bologna could still see Palmer's sense of decadence and exhaustion. He walked over and sat down on the other end of the sofa. Bologna could smell it. The smell of shampoo made Palmer treat the practice room as a gym, taking a shower and going home after a hard day's training.

In the calm, Boluogo suddenly didn't know what to say. Usually it was Palmer who was the one who enlivened the atmosphere.

"Morrison."

Palmer suddenly spoke and said an unfamiliar name, "Morrison Butz."

Boluogo's eyes sharpened, "Continue."

"His rank is Power Bearer. He was once a member of the King's Secret Sword. He defected to the side of the King's Shield Guard during an operation. As for the specific secret ability, we don't know yet."

From the last image of the Eye of Chronicles, Crow's Nest compared them one by one based on the information stolen from the King's Secret Sword, and finally got this result.

"I remember the name," Bologo said.

"When I left, I heard from Jeffrey that the Order Bureau had already started taking action. The Great Rift would be completely sealed before midnight, and starting tomorrow, we would evacuate the residents around the Great Rift on the grounds of toxic waste leakage. "

Palmer continued, "I guess the location for subsequent negotiations will be set up in the Great Rift."

All evil gathers and chaos begins.

Boluogo whispered, "This place was chosen so that it doesn't look like we are going to have a good negotiation."

"I don't know what's going on in the decision-making room, and maybe I'm just too stupid to see the long term," Palmer said.

Burlogo took a look at Palmer. He said he was stupid, but there was no sense of stupidity in his eyes. Instead, he was filled with murderous intent. Palmer was like a hungry shark, and now he finally smelled the blood of his enemy.

"What do you want to do next?" Bologo asked.

"It depends on the situation. If I can meet that Morrison, I will find a way to kill him. If I don't meet him, I will have plenty of time to hunt him down in the future."

"He is the one with the power."

The gap in rank is not something that can be smoothed away by a few harsh words from Palmer.

Palmer was silent for a moment and looked at Bologg. A familiar smile finally appeared on his rigid face. He joked, "You won't let me go alone."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment and smiled helplessly.

It seems that although Palmer has not returned to his familiar appearance, he has regained his sanity to some extent and has not become paranoid or crazy. Seeing that his partner is getting better, Bologo is relieved.

"Church is also my friend, and this is also my enemy. Naturally, I won't let you go alone," Boluogo continued, "But I will leave the final decision to you. Is that enough?"

"That's enough." Palmer nodded, extremely satisfied with this.

"So have you calmed down?" Boluogo asked.

"I don't know," Palmer said in a complicated tone. "My mood is indeed much calmer than before, but as soon as I close my eyes, I feel unstoppable anger again."

Church's face came to Palmer's mind again, "I always thought he was lying to me."

"But he didn't lie to you, he really faced you with his true colors."

"Yeah...it's surprising and delightful."

Palmer whispered, "I have always doubted whether this guy Church has ever really regarded me as a friend. After all, he is full of lies."

"He even deceived Afia, but he didn't deceive me..."

Palmer clenched his fists, looked up at Boluogo, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Boluogo didn't understand.

"For a while, I always thought you were a lunatic. You did so many atrocities for Adele's revenge. Sometimes I can't stand it anymore...I understand you now, Boluogo."

Palmer murmured, "Is this empathy?"

Bologo had no reaction to this. Regarding Adele's matter, with the passage of blood and death, and the passage of time, Bologo has been able to face it calmly.

Picking up the disc from the cabinet, Boluogo turned on the TV. In the darkness, the light illuminated each other's faces.

"What is this?" Palmer asked.

"The sequel to "Fork Killer" just came out the day before yesterday, but you weren't at home. I think it might be a bit selfish to enjoy this thing alone."

Watching a movie alone is enjoyable, but also a bit boring.

Palmer thought for a while, then he got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing two cups, a large bottle of orange juice, and a few bags of potato chips.

Boluogo put his feet on the coffee table, took the cup handed by Palmer, and took a sip of orange juice. At this time, on the TV, a guy mysteriously walked into the alley, picked up a fork, and stabbed it in It blew someone's eyeballs out.

…

While Borogo and Palmer were enjoying the movie, there was a storm in the Great Rift, and countless figures were walking through the sea of ​​fog. They looked at the weird and twisted buildings below, with expressions of disgust on their faces, but they did not rush. Instead of attacking, an invisible line of defense was established at the outermost edge of the Great Rift.

No matter how large the Bureau of Order is, there are only a few condensers in the end. These people alone cannot support the operation of this huge machine. For this reason, the Logistics Department led by ordinary people was born. They are not only responsible for the vast majority of Some logistical matters will also assist the Sublime Hunters in their operations when necessary.

For example, when several action groups surrounded the Great Rift, soldiers from the Field Support Department were also dispatched. Armored vehicles were placed across the intersection and cordons were set up. The muzzles of ammunition-filled guns were lowered to the ground, blocking the intersections around the Great Rift.

An emergency notice has been broadcast to residents throughout the city through Opos Radio. Due to a company's illegal operations, deadly industrial waste has leaked, and the city hall is urgently dealing with it.

Through this method of deception, the Logistics Department cleared obstacles for the Field Support Department's actions and created a battlefield where they could fight.

Yas, who was fully armed, walked between the soldiers. He could feel the looks of envy, awe, and fear from other soldiers...

Soldiers have participated in many battles with the Sublime Ones, and they know very well how powerful the Sublime Ones are. Many soldiers even regard them as the incarnation of some kind of divine power.

Yas never felt that he was the incarnation of divine power, he was also part of a mortal.

After all, the Sublime Ones are just like the elite of mortal military forces. They may seem powerful, but the real cornerstone is still a huge number of mortals.

However, as the concentration of ether increases, the alchemy matrix becomes more advanced and powerful, and the balance between the condenser and the mortal is irrevocably tilted to one side.

Yas usually didn't think about such far-off things. He gently pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist. He walked to the edge of the cliff and cast his gaze towards the sea of ​​fog below.

"All evils gather together..."

Yas's voice was very low, blending into the surrounding wind.

Another figure came over. He stood next to Yas and sighed, "To be honest, I really feel like the Secret War is reenacting."

"In order to gain an advantage in the battle within the Great Rift, we made a promise to the devil. However, in just a few years, he turned this place into a highly toxic abscess."

The man continued, "I'm very curious about the decision-making room's next action: whether to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword, or to cut off this cancer under the guise of negotiation."

"Long time no see, Lynch."

The fog cleared from the person who came, and Yas saw the other person's appearance clearly and said hello.

"It doesn't feel like that long." Lynch smiled.

"Has your third group been dispatched too?" Yas looked behind him. The fog enveloped most of the people, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Well, maybe because we are afraid that the incident of sealing the building will happen again, we who are good at attacking the virtual realm have also been mobilized."

Lynch nodded and continued, "In addition to us, Group 10 and Group 9 are also here."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Lynch leaned out, as if he would fall down the next second.

"I guess the fourth group has also been mobilized. They are located in the Abandoned Land, and there is Holt there. If we launch an offensive on the Wandering Fork Road and cooperate with Holtrey, we might really be able to destroy this place. place."

Listening to Lynch's analysis, Yas felt tired, "This feels really amazing."

"How does it feel?" Lynch turned around.

"It's like you said, a repeat of the Secret War," Yas paused, "but I feel that this is not a repeat. For me, for us, this war has never ended, it is just the middle. Just rest.

Now it's back, and we need to put an end to it... or be put to an end by it. "

Lynch knows Yas's past and understands the emotions he is going through. Lynch also participated in the Secret War, but fortunately, he was already part of the third group at that time, unlike Yas and others who were assigned after the second group was disbanded.

The third group was responsible for conquering the temporary virtual realms built by the King's Secret Sword during the Secret War. These virtual realms were like fortresses, and they had to find ways to destroy them. Under the cover of other action groups, the third group rarely fought head-on with the King's Secret Sword, and suffered few casualties.

After digging into his pocket, Lynch took out a golden coin.

"They say that as long as you pay taxes to the tyrant, your wish will be granted."

The Mammon coin rolled on the back of Lynch's finger, then bounced up and was held in Lynch's hand.

"Then I will make a wish..."

Lynch threw the Mammon coin into the sea of ​​fog.

"All evil will come to an end."

The coin passed through the sea of ​​fog and hit the air corridor. It rolled on the rusty metal corridor for a distance, and then fell down again until it fell into a weird building with twisted growth.

This kind of building is like ivy, crawling and growing along the cliff. The coins stumbled and finally stopped in a dark corner. It was so shiny and clean that it was incompatible with the filth of the place.

The fog slowly submerged the coins. When the fog dispersed again, the golden coins had disappeared.

In the dim space, a coin appeared out of thin air, then fell downwards and fell into the golden sea like a vast ocean. After it, more coins emerged and fell sporadically, like a drizzle of rain. .

Endless coins piled up in the darkness, and the golden light created a golden ocean and mountains. On the edge of this towering pile of wealth, an evil and grotesque figure was busy at his desk.

Mammon picked up the utensil and carefully carved the coin in front of her, designing a new pattern for it.

Bursts of music sounded in Mammon's ears. They were strange whispers made when coins collided with each other. They were wishes whispered by people one after another.

One of these wishes caught Mammon's attention.

"The end of all evil?"

Mammon seemed to have heard some joke, and her trembling laughter made the golden ocean roll and roar.

He stood up, his figure blocked the sky, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was in a familiar room, sitting on a worn-out sofa, with several TVs stacked in front of him like monitors. , all the movements of the action teams were exposed.

Mammen seemed to be expecting something or planning something. There was a knock on the door, and Gray opened the door and walked in.

"Are you looking for me?" Gray asked.

Mammen turned around in surprise. He moved his body and made a place on the sofa. Then he motioned for Gray to come over and sit down.

Gray did not refuse, his body and mind were handed over to Mammon, like a slave.

Sitting next to Mammon, Gray also saw the movements of the action team. This time the Bureau of Order was so powerful that Gray knew about it early on.

"I don't know if they are here for the King's Shield Guards, or... for this place."

Even after becoming Mammon's debtor, Gray was still reluctant to use "we" to refer to these things.

Boluogo's battle in Wuyuan Fortress is no secret in Wandering Fork Road. Due to Boluogo's tyrannical control, almost half of the historical building of Wuyuan Fortress collapsed. The geological changes also caused the destruction of Wandering Fork Road. Many buildings collapsed in the subsequent shock, and some detached directly from the cliff and fell into the depths of the thick sea of ​​fog below.

"It doesn't matter who they came for." Mammon looked confident.

Not only the astronauts are plotting a conspiracy, Mammon is also planning something. He already knows the special characteristics of Bologo and passes this information on.

Mammon currently doesn't know how many blood relatives will respond to her call, but what she does know is that the disputes that have remained peaceful will now become ripples again.

"How did you feel when you saw him?"

The picture on the TV flashed again, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Gray's eyes.

The black robe accentuates his stooped figure, and the silver-white mask fits tightly on his face. When the Shadow King sits motionless, the death lingering on his body will always make people mistake him for a corpse. corpse.

Facing the Shadow King, Gray remained silent.

Mammon knows that the Shadow King was once part of the astronaut conspiracy... Maybe he is still part of that part of the conspiracy now, but compared with then, the importance of the Shadow King has undoubtedly decreased a lot, and now the protagonist is Bo Luo Ge.

So what to do?

Mammon could vaguely guess that the astronauts' intentions might still be the "new world" when the Holy City fell.

Or maybe not...

But it doesn't matter, Mammon doesn't need to know what he is planning, as long as he disrupts all his plans, he would rather kill by mistake than let go.

"Gray, what are you talking about? How long has it been? What? Has the hatred in your heart been extinguished?"

Mammen raised his hand and pressed it on Gray's cheek. He obviously didn't use any force, but it brought a heart-wrenching tingling sensation.

"Think about that rainy night that changed your destiny. Your trusted teammate betrayed you and killed her... You actually have a crush on her, right? She is so outstanding and treats you so kindly."

Mammon's words easily found the gaps in Gray's armor and pierced into them fiercely.

On that night of betrayal, Captain Jamon had already joined the King's Shield Guard. He killed Miransa and seriously injured Gray. In fact, Gray was also supposed to die, but he was saved by the delusional man and survived. At the cost of sacrificing his soul, he learned the identity of the second seat from Ma Menmen.

Gray was supposed to be a sword of revenge, but when he knew who his enemy was, Gray became confused and wavered again.

"Are you hesitating? Or do you not have the courage to kill him?"

Mammon asked, but Gray still didn't respond, just looking blankly at the Shadow King on the screen.

"Um……"

Mammon thought for a moment and continued, "I gave you the gift of Threshold Limit, giving you the power to break limitations. Jamon's Blood Shifting Sword gave you the power to travel through winding paths.

As for it..."

Mammon said as she touched Gray's other sword, the secret sword from Milansa.

"I know what you need."

As Mammon whispered, he pulled out the carefully maintained secret sword and held the blade firmly with his palm. The sharp metal cut open his palm, making a strange sound.

The sound didn't sound like cutting flesh, but rather like trying to cut through a layer of decayed bark.

Slowly moving his hand, the sword blade further cut through the flesh. What was even weirder was that no bright red blood flowed out. Only hot and sticky tar oozed out from the wound, and a disgusting breath was released, like the filth of the world. Sum.

A harsh sound of corrosion rang out. Under the corrosion of tar, the smooth metal surface of this secret sword, which was carefully treasured by Gray, was covered with pitted corrosion holes. The original silver color was also covered with a layer of gray and black, filled with The decaying will of death, as if all lives cut by it will die in an instant.

"Before, you didn't have the power to kill him, so now, I give you the power to kill him, although only once."

Mammon handed the secret sword back to Gray and looked at Gray's expression curiously.

"What would you do? Gray."

Evil words filled Gray's mind, and countless ridicules overlapped into a horrifying howl.

"Do you act like a coward and let the fire of revenge go out, or do you give up everything and kill him to avenge Milansa?"

Gray remained silent, just staring indifferently at the riddled sword, as if it was his heart riddled with holes.

The update time these days has been very bad, because I found that during the underworld time, my coding will be unexpectedly fast, and I can't concentrate well, so I recently tried to code during this time, but the cost is that I will fall asleep during the day. Like a corpse.

It's the same as usual, adjust your schedule and take a day off tomorrow.

Then I plan to finish this volume this month. Thank you all for your support!