Endless Debt

The working day, the working day that Bologna loved.

After he and Palmer watched "The Fork Killer" last night, his tense spirit finally relaxed. In Bologna's view, this was a good start, but what he didn't expect was that this was a good start. It's a bit over the top.

Palmer's nature was always that bad guy, and the high-intensity anger in the past few days had made him exhausted. He invited Burlogo to have a movie marathon, but Burlogo looked at the time and rejected him directly.

Movie marathon, an activity unique to Burlogo and Palmer, refers to picking a series of movies and watching all of them in one go.

In my memory, the longest movie marathon between the two of them lasted for eighteen hours. In the end, both of them couldn't hold on anymore and completely collapsed on the sofa.

"Next time," Bologo said, not refusing so completely. "After this incident, we can invite others to join us for a movie marathon."

Boluogo even thought about the venue, "What about the Immortal Club? It should be able to seat a lot of people."

After making the plan, Palmer buried himself under the quilt and fell into a drowsy sleep. He was exhausted. When Bologna called Palmer in the morning, he fell on the bed and remained motionless. If he hadn't been able to hear him vaguely, With the sound of his breathing, Bologo was ready to check Palmer's vital signs to see if he died suddenly on the spot due to his bad lifestyle and hobbies.

Borogo did not wake up Palmer. After sorting himself out, he set off to the Bureau of Order alone. The Bureau of Order was quite deserted today. It seemed that many employees were dispatched in order to seal the Great Rift and carry out the following operations. Got out.

In the depressing and hurried atmosphere, Boluogo looked as relaxed and comfortable as if nothing had happened. According to the schedule set by Boluogo, he was going to go to the office first to see how Lebius was doing. Since the street conversation that day, Afterwards, Boluogo became very concerned about his team leader's mental state.

Entering the office, Lebius was no longer behind the familiar desk, and Boluogo felt uneasy. Just as he was preparing to take further actions, Uriel explained these.

"Team leader? Team leader, he should be resting." Uriel said.

Boluogo was stunned, "Rest?"

Uriel pointed at the door in the office that was rarely opened and easily overlooked.

Only then did Bologo remember that Lebius lived in the office, and behind this door was his bedroom, demonstrating what it means to be a workaholic.

Although to a large extent, his workaholic appearance is due to the influence of Blessing and Eternal Labor.

Following Uriel's signal, Bologger noticed a sign hanging on the door handle. Lebius did not turn the sign over, which meant that he was still in the bedroom.

As Lebius' assistant, Uriel is very aware of some details of Lebius' life. For example, Lebius doesn't like bitter coffee.

After all, Boluogo didn't have the courage to knock on the door. It wasn't that he was afraid of anything, he just felt too embarrassed. Borogo tried his best to maintain the cold image of Serbius in his mind.

After leaving the office, Boluogo's next step was to sublimate the furnace core. It had been some time since Boluogo had delivered the Phantom Dagger to Aimu. He didn't know what Aimu's progress was.

Normally, Boluogo would not rush Aimu, but with the sealing of the Great Rift, Boluogo always felt a sense of uneasiness and urgency in his heart.

No one knows when the attack of the King's Shield Guards will break out. Boluogo must always keep himself in peak condition, so obtaining more powerful alchemy weapons is a necessary step.

Boluogo sometimes wondered whether he should apply for some contract items from the decision-making room to fight.

The contract objects are attached with the power of the devil. They usually have extremely powerful and strange powers, but correspondingly, the user will also pay a corresponding price.

Boluogo's Soul-Haunting Appearance is a standard contract object. It will exert terrifying pressure on the target's spirit, but this pressure will also be exerted back on the user.

As for the resentment bite, it was classified as a contract object, but there was no obvious price required. Boluogo regarded it as a reward he had won from the devil and Irwin's blessing.

According to the huge size of the Bureau of Order, Bologo believed that its warehouse must contain many contract objects that were difficult to use in actual combat. Bologo felt that he could choose one of them. Anyway, the undead were least afraid of paying for it. That's the price.

It may be that the high-level condensers such as the Silent One and the Shadow King put too much pressure on Boluogo, which inspired Boluogo's slightly twisted sense of power.

Boluogo sometimes thought that he could get some alchemy potions to use, and he didn't have to worry about any damage to his body. Anyway, if he died once, everything would be reset to its original state.

As if he had become enlightened, Boluogo realized that the body of the undead should be twisted in such a fatal direction. The more he sacrificed, the stronger the power he gained.

After a brief moment of reflection, Boluogo calmed down and controlled his desires to avoid falling into the trap of power.

A few minutes later, Borogo found Aimu in the sublimation furnace core. The work in the laboratory seemed to be over. She was not in that dark place, but was tapping on a piece of equipment in the sublimation furnace core. .

Boluogo glanced at this furnace-like equipment. He was not a researcher and couldn't figure out what this thing was used for, but based on the guidance of others, he heard that Aimu was on it.

After hesitating for a moment, Bologo shouted, "Aimu!"

After a while, the knocking sound from above stopped, and a familiar face poked out from above.

"Bologo?"

The other party's voice was full of surprise and fright, as if she didn't expect Boluogo to come to her at this time.

Aimu looked a little panicked and had no way to retreat. She descended along the ladder with a look of helplessness. It was also at this time that Boluogo noticed that Aimu was different from before.

When I usually see Aimu, she is either in her daily casual clothes, or in a white coat that almost reaches her knees. Coupled with her changeable and smart eyes, in short, no matter how busy she is, she can maintain a certain degree of elegance. and decent.

Aimu was a little too embarrassed today.

Aimu staggered down the ladder. Every time she moved, there was a jingling sound coming from her body. Boluogo looked her up and down.

Now Aimu was wearing overalls with suspenders. The big pockets were filled with wrenches, screwdrivers and other things. He wore a white vest on his upper body. The fabric was soaked with sweat, and his hands were also covered with sweat.

Due to the harsh working environment, engine oil was rubbed everywhere, including his pants, vest, gloves, and even some on Aimu's cheek.

She was like a feral cat that had just crawled out of a garbage heap, or like a mechanic who had just crawled out from under a car when someone interrupted her work.

Boluogo looked at her and then at the equipment behind her, "What's wrong?"

"Ah... there's a little problem, but it's not a big problem."

It was the first time that Boluogo saw Aimu like this, which made Aimu a little embarrassed. Apparently, Boluogo also noticed this.

"Are you being shy?"

It is difficult for Boluogo to connect the current Aimu with the Aimu who defeated him steadily on the observation tower.

"No."

Aimu shook her head. After a series of high-intensity training, she had become good at controlling facial expressions.

Bologger looked at her suspiciously and then gestured with his thumb.

"not bad."

"What's good?"

"Looking like this, I feel very powerful and vital. It's much better than the previous appearance of working overtime too much."

"ha?"

Boluogo waved his hand. He had business matters and was not joking anymore. "How is the Phantom Dagger?"

"Oh, this is it."

Aimu sighed, she knew that Boluogo came to her for this kind of thing.

Glancing at Boluogo, Aimu called the others over and briefly handed over the work. She wiped the engine oil on her body, randomly found a white coat and put it on, trying to get her scholarly temperament back. There are only a few left.

"Follow me," she gestured.

"After the Phantom Dagger has been damaged many times, its alchemical matrix is ​​no longer stable. No matter how much repairs are made, it will be difficult to extend its service life and performance, let alone further strengthen it."

Hearing such an answer, Boluogo looked slightly disappointed. He captured the Phantom Dagger from the enemy's hands. Although it was the enemy's weapon, Boluogo was quite comfortable in using it.

"If it is other alchemy weapons, it still has certain use value, but the ability of Phantom Dagger involves winding paths. You should understand that the winding paths are weird and complicated. Any error will cause it to get out of control."

Bologg is also aware of this. The winding path can transcend the limitations of space. Its functionality is extremely powerful, but the requirements for complexity and stability have also increased. It is a force that is difficult to control.

"so……"

"So I'm trying to copy the alchemical matrix inside the Phantom Dagger, that is, reverse engineering it. This takes a while."

Boluogo whispered, "This should be difficult, right?"

"I think it's okay, it's just a little time-consuming." Aimu's words were full of confidence.

Even if Boluogo doesn't understand alchemy, at this moment he is aware of Aimue's talent and ability in research. It is no wonder that she will be included in the research on the ethereal world.

"I briefly repaired the Phantom Dagger, but you have to know that its service life is short. Once it encounters damage like the Plague of Decay, it will most likely collapse out of control, and you will be hurt by that time."

Aimu thought for a while, "Fortunately, you are an immortal, so you don't have to worry about this. Instead, you can use this as an attack method."

"This attack method sounds a bit extravagant."

"It's going to break anyway, so just use it as a thing."

Boluogo asked, "Then am I going to return without success today?"

"Who knows?" Aimu smiled at Boluogo, and then took out a bunch of keys. "If you bribe me, there might be a surprise."

Boluogo asked sincerely, "Then how can I bribe you?"

Aimu thought for a while, "Say something complimentary?"

In terms of praise, Boluogo really didn't say many such words, but he had no choice but to ask for help from others.

"Aimu is very good, very powerful, and his research is top-notch." Boluogo said expressionlessly.

Aimu frowned and looked at him, "Let's not talk about your expression management problem. Isn't this compliment too pale?"

"That……"

Boluogo thought for a moment and then said, "The weapons you made are the most convenient I have ever used. They are like extensions of my limbs."

A silver-white snake crawled out of Boluogo's sleeves. It rose and fell, as if greeting Aimu.

"That's pretty much it." Aimu crossed his arms.

"Especially when it tears the enemy apart, with the rupture of organs, the surge of blood, and the crushing of bones, you really should listen to their screams..."

"Okay, stop!"

Aimu interrupted Boluogo's words loudly. This guy's description was so weird that he actually expected to hear something good from him.

"Is this considered a successful bribe?" Boluogo asked.

Aimu was silent for a moment, and then said righteously, "Okay! Boluogo, I thought you were an excellent employee who fulfilled his duties, but you actually openly bribed me!"

Boluogo knew it, he knew it would be like this!

Aimu seemed to be seizing the opportunity, chirping non-stop. It's not that Boluogo hated this, but in such conversations, he rarely had the advantage. It could be said that he was at a disadvantage throughout the process, but Boluogo again He is a very competitive person.

Burlogo could only use other methods to win the battle of words.

He lifted Aimu up with one hand and lifted his feet off the ground. Aimu's accusations became lower and lower, until they were like a mosquito talking.

"You are using violence to intimidate..."

Boluogo directly ignored Aimu's words. He realized that you shouldn't listen to Aimu's words. If you listen, you will only be led into a trap by her.

"Are you awake?"

Aimu nodded, and Boluogo put her down.

After his feet landed and his courage returned to the high ground, Aimu complained, "You are really boring."

"I just realized that I can't win a battle of words with you," Burlogo admitted.

"So I win?" Aimu's eyes sparkled.

"You win."

Boluogo felt like he was coaxing a child, and he couldn't understand where Aimu had such a strange desire to win.

Aimu jumped up and opened the door on the side of the corridor. This was a temporary warehouse with many messy things stored in it. Various signs were plastered all over the iron boxes.

Bologg stood at the door, watching Aimu rummaging among the iron boxes. Soon she picked up a small box and handed it to Bologg.

Opening the box, there was a familiar phantom dagger inside. However, the dagger blade was no longer as delicate and bright as before. Instead, there were many scratches and hard-to-remove rust. Many cracks covered the blade body, and the golden metal Filling these gaps, like an adhesive, temporarily healed the weapon's wounds.

The dagger blade danced in his hand for a few times, and Boluogo inserted it back into his waist, covering it with the hem of his clothes, making it fully concealable.

"Besides, when I was searching the warehouse, I found something that is very suitable for you," Aimu put his hands behind his back and said mysteriously, "The application went smoothly, and it was approved within a few days. "

"What?" Boluogo asked curiously.

Aimu did not answer, but held his head high, looking proud.

Boluogo probably understood what she meant, and he said, "I have already bribed you once."

"Hi, okay."

Aimu knew that she couldn't get more from Boluogo today. This guy is a shy guy who needs to take things step by step and not be quick for quick success.

Taking out the mysterious object from behind, Aimu used a sword to uncover the black cloth covering it, and a blood-stained hand ax appeared in Aimu's hand.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Aimu sounded like he had won the lottery.

Different from the surprise on Aimu's face, Boluogo's eyes became serious the moment he saw the hand axe. He could feel the thick blood and murderous intent from the hand axe, as if it could affect people's spirits. Looking at it for a long time , Boluogo could even vaguely hear the screams of countless people before they died.

"What is this?" asked Borogo.

"A contracted object, because the price demanded was too harsh, few employees could successfully use it. Over time, it was stored away until I discovered it again."

Aimu placed the hand ax on the iron box aside. After a brief moment of joy, she also felt bursts of murderous intent from the hand ax, and a sense of uneasiness spread from her heart.

Bologg picked up the hand axe. There was nothing special about its overall appearance. The only thing that was strange was the countless scratches and mottled blood stains on the metal surface. Bologg tried to wipe it with a black cloth, but when he wiped it off After a blood stain in one place, another dried blood stain will appear in another place.

"interesting……"

Boluogo raised his hand ax and looked at its appearance carefully through the light falling above his head. At the same time, Aimu also explained this strange weapon to Boluogo.

"This is a high-level containment contract object."

A high level means that this contracted object will cause heavy casualties, so it requires high-level containment and protection. This is also an alternative grading system for contracted objects that do not have a clear grade classification, such as Bologo's Soul of Horror. It belongs to low-level containment. As long as no one is crazy and wears it on their face, it is safe.

"Its origin is somewhat special. It is said that it was originally an alchemical weapon created during the Dawn War a hundred years ago. However, due to the madness and brutality of the battle, its user sought the power from the devil to kill the enemy, and the devil responded. Call and give this power to this axe, allowing its user to destroy the enemy."

Aimu recalled the information and continued to explain, "The user uses its power to be invincible, but gradually, the user is also dragged into madness by the price exacted by the hand axe, and even begins an indiscriminate battle. Killing, and finally died under the sword of his comrades.

Since then, this powerful contracted object has gone through several owners, but each owner has been unable to control this contracted object for a long time. Some people stayed rational and gave up the weapon voluntarily, while others fell into rage. , controlled by weapons. "

Aimu said, "The Bureau of Order contained this contract object during an operation more than ten years ago. Some people also tried to control this weapon, but they all failed. Then it was contained until now."

Borrogo examined the hatchet again and again, and he noticed some interesting details.

On the ax surfaces on both sides, the overlapping scratches formed a pattern similar to an inscription. Unfortunately, Boluogo couldn't read this thing, and he couldn't confirm whether it was some kind of lost writing.

In addition, the bandage around the ax handle has a tactile feel similar to that of the Horrible Face. The leather is constantly producing sticky grease. No matter how Bologg wipes it, it is like blood stains on the ax blade. It can never be eliminated.

"What's its name?" asked Borogo.

"Saw axe."

A violent name, if you think about it, it was born to kill and bathe in blood.

Bologg's fingertips gently rubbed against the ax blade. It looked so sharp, but when he touched it, there was a jagged friction feeling. A slight pain came from Bologg's fingertips. He raised his hand. , his fingers were actually cut by the rough texture.

There was a strange suction force on the hand axe, and a drop of blood was squeezed out from the tiny wound and fell on the axe blade. Then the blood disappeared, as if it had evaporated quickly, or as if it was being sucked by the hand axe. clean.

Boluogo felt something was wrong and asked, "What is its power and price?"

"As long as it touches blood, it will display terrifying aggression. The ax blade will seem to come alive and eat the opponent's armor."

In the era when the saw ax appeared, science and technology were far less developed than in modern times. It was a battlefield dominated by cavalry and armor.

"It will also enable the user to receive many blessings, full of strength, tireless, and even unaware of pain."

Aimu said, "Many of its users were completely dominated by it in battle and lost their sense of pain, and suffered many fatal injuries. But even so, they were like living corpses, still possessing the ability to Maintain combat capability until the end of the battle."

Boluogo murmured in his heart, "Sounds like those in the Zongge Band."

Those self-inflicted lunatics left a deep impression on Boluogo.

"And what does it cost?"

The positive effect of the Saw Ax is relatively broad, and to what extent it can be achieved needs to be verified by Bologo's actual combat.

"The price is very simple. Killing the saw-axe requires a sacrifice of blood. The more, the better."

Aimu paused and continued, "You can understand that the more blood, death, and skulls you sacrifice, the more powerful it will be given to you, but once you are unable to satisfy its thirst for blood, it will take advantage of you. The user demands blood from his body, and as the blessing gradually strengthens, the user will also be tortured by furious illusions, and even lose his mind, turning into a violent killing machine."

Boluogo nodded, and he probably understood what kind of weapon he was holding.

The more cruel the killing, the more powerful the power given, but if it cannot satisfy its thirst for blood, then it will become its food, and the same will be true for the violent illusion that follows.

It sounds like this weapon really suits him. His immortality allows Bologo to bear the price calmly. As for the illusion of rage, Bologo feels that it cannot affect him, at least within a certain threshold. Unable to control myself.

"By the way, there is one thing you have to pay attention to," Aimu reminded. "Once it is stained with blood, it will activate itself. It will either not be stained with blood, or it will be a massacre. It will be very difficult to get rid of it."

Boluogo hesitated for a moment, and then he heard a low murmur, and a sharp pain shot through his arm.

Lowering his head, there were actually dense metal spikes piercing the ax handle, piercing the palm of Bologe's hand. The leather straps also spread out, like a swarm of snakes, crawling up Bologe's wrists and arms. Completely connecting his limbs with the hand axe.

Blood gurgled out of Bologo's body, and under Amu's horrified gaze, all of it poured into the ax blade. At the same time, Bologo heard the low murmur again.

The sound gradually became clearer as the blood was sacrificed, like a beast vibrating its throat, making a threatening sound, or like countless mosquitoes and flies flying over the rotting corpse...

It's like the blood-stained engine is about to start, roaring incessantly.

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