Endless Debt

Boluogo believed that he never lacked the courage to die, but the more this happened, the more curious he became about how he became an undead in the first place.

A suspicion had arisen in Bologg's mind that had been bothering him for a long time.

What would you do if the real you was completely opposite to the you you imagined?

What if, as they say, Burlogo is actually just a coward?

When Boluogo left the upside-down hall and returned to the chamber, he was still thinking about this issue. After thinking for a long time, he once again realized strongly that the immortal body could exempt himself from the limitations of body and life span, but it focused on torturing everyone. The soul of an immortal.

Eternal perdition.

Thinking of this, Bologo once again realized the importance of the Undead Club to Sere and the others. It brought the undead together. Although they were all first-rate scumbags, they could still be here. Warm each other and ease the pain caused by this terrible torture.

"It's really terrible..." Boluogo sighed in a low voice.

In this operation, Boluogo once again held an extremely important position. The leader of this death squad also led a group of King's Secret Swordsmen, which was a bit crazy no matter how you thought about it.

Boluogo had a premonition in his heart that this operation would not go so smoothly... also, which of his operations had gone smoothly?

Compared with Palmer, he is the completely unlucky guy.

Bologe did not stay in the Bureau of Order for too long today. Usually, before an action, Bologe would not let himself be too tense. On the contrary, he would deliberately relax himself to achieve a perfect state.

Near noon, Bologg left the Bureau of Order. He did not go to the Undead Club, but returned home directly. Opening the door, Bologg glanced at the living room. Palmer's door was still closed. You can hear vague snoring behind the door, this guy is still sleeping.

Ignoring Palmer, Bologg returned to his bedroom, opened the "Origin Manual" and briefly updated the information record about the undead.

"The devil will use some means to trap the undead in a painful cycle to torture them."

Bologo encountered many undead people, but there were very few who became his enemies. The only ones he remembered were the White Gulls and the Silent Ones.

Bai Ou's physical body is immortal, but he cannot actively heal and needs to be sutured with silk threads. Under the influence of Blessing and Chaos Welfare, he has been in a void of nothingness for a long time. Even if his body is torn apart and the pain is converted into happiness, every time After being invaded by pleasure, his numbness threshold will be raised again, until he can't get any satisfaction even if he jumps into the sea of ​​fire, and falls into complete madness.

The Silent One is greedy and divided. If he wants to gain all the power, he can only become the One. But after becoming the One, he also has the possibility of being killed.

When writing this, Bologo couldn't help but marvel at how terrible the devil's conspiracy was, using power and greed to create such a perfect instrument of torture.

Every undead is a prisoner, serving eternity.

Burlogo closed the note and put it back in the drawer. After a moment of pause, he opened the cabinet on one side. To a certain extent, this cabinet can be regarded as Burlogo's commemorative cabinet. Its birth is still due to The cabinet full of good friends’ cups in the Immortal Club.

The lifespan of the undead is too long. Some things are unreliable just relying on memory. No one can guarantee whether the memory will fade or even be forgotten.

So Boluogo hoarded these things when he was still young. They can be regarded as souvenirs and trophies.

After a brief glance, the first thing I saw was a well-preserved theater ticket with no creases. Even after so long, there were still discussions about "The Wandering Rat" in Oath City Opos from time to time.

Then there are several Adele's diaries, placed together with it, and Irwin's new book. They all represent the major events experienced by Boluogo, but what is missing here is when the timeline is out of order. Souvenirs, mainly because Boluogo didn't know what to take to commemorate that big event.

Do you want to stuff Amu directly into the cabinet? This doesn't make sense.

With this thought in mind, Boluogo reached into the cabinet, fumbled around, and took out a necklace.

The ring and the cross, this is the necklace from Adele, like a blessing, it spans time and space and is given to Boluogo.

Bologg cherished the gift from his old friend, so it was kept in a cabinet instead of being worn by Bologg at all times.

Thinking about the intensity of his work, even the alchemy weapons would be damaged, let alone these ordinary necklaces. Boluogo didn't want them to leave him so quickly.

After briefly playing with it, Boluogo tidied up the cabinet and closed the cabinet door. At the same time, there were noises outside the door, and it seemed that Palmer had woken up.

Palmer stretched out, took a long breath, and took a deep sleep, which was very helpful for his physical and mental relief. Now Palmer's complexion is much better than before.

Seeing Palmer wake up, Boluogo cleared his throat, and after careful consideration, he spoke to him.

"Now there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Palmer emptied his stomach and looked at Bologg sleepily, "What's the good news?"

"Good news. The Bureau of Order has made a plan for the future. We will deal with the King's Shield Guard first. Morrison can't escape."

Palmer perked up a bit and asked, "Where's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that you have been incorporated into the assault team... to be precise, it is a death squad."

"ha?"

At this moment, Palmer returned to his previous appearance, and the ghost kept screaming. Although it was very noisy, it also made Boluogo feel surprisingly relieved.

Burlogo gradually realized one thing. He was always deeply uneasy when he held other people's lives in his hands, but when he held Palmer's life, he felt no pressure at all.

He didn't know whether this was out of trust in Palmer and confidence in his own abilities, or whether he had become desensitized to the fact that Palmer was in danger.

"I'm ready……"

Boluogo murmured softly.

…

The sea of ​​fog in the Great Rift is always churning, as if it is never peaceful.

Within the ruins of the Mist Abyss Fortress, where the Shadow King often fished, the round glass bottom had long ago completely collapsed under Borogo's indiscriminate destruction. At this moment, the place had been engulfed by the deadly fog, which had invaded most of the area. Wuyuan Fortress leaves very little space for the King's Shield Guards to move around.

But...the King's Shield Guard doesn't need that much space.

The terrifying thing about a high-level Sublimation Master is that while distorting reality on a large scale, he can also produce terrifying lethality to low-level Sublimation Masters and mortals.

In the destruction led by Bologo, many mortal soldiers fell in the crumbling ruins, and some first-stage sublimation practitioners were not spared. Bologo was like a battering ram that penetrated the fortress. He not only destroyed most of the The building also killed most of the power of the King's Shield Guard.

But it is only a low-level power. Judging from the current severe situation, as long as the high-level power of the King's Shield Guards is not damaged, they will still be a strong threat, not to mention the devil and the decline. The epidemic is helping them.

The Shadow King sat silently on top of the ruins. The intertwined steel bars and gravel perfectly formed his throne.

There were sounds of people moving around in the darkness, as well as strange sounds of flying birds, as if a flock of birds had used the ruins as a nest. The flapping sounds of their wings overlapped and echoed in the narrow corridor, mixing into a terrifying and strange sound. sound.

The sonorous iron sound cut through the noise like a sharp sword, and the silver knight wearing iron armor walked towards the Shadow King.

"They have sealed the Great Rift, and we have no way to retreat." Even in the face of such a dilemma, the voice of the third seat tried to maintain restraint.

Choosing to hide in the Great Rift was an extremely risky move. Within the territory of the Bureau of Order, they did not have to worry about attacks from the King's Secret Sword, but the price was that when the Bureau of Order made up its mind to cut off the abscesses on its body At that time, the large rift in the shelter will become their death place.

All directions are blocked by the Bureau of Order, and below is the terrifying abandoned place. Even if the fourth group guarding here can be defeated, the existence of the Silent Defense Line can still stifle everyone's life.

This is a land soaked by the devil's power. Even the winding path cannot unfold smoothly here. Therefore, even the method of leaving through the winding path by the King's Shield Guard will fail.

There seems to be no other outcome for them except fighting to the death.

"Is there no way out?" Shadow King said in a deep voice, "Do you think the King's Secret Sword will join the hunt?"

The third seat was silent.

The Shadow King did not wait for his answer, but said to himself, "They will definitely join the hunt. Compared to the Bureau of Order, they... the person they hate the most is me."

As if mocking himself, he said, "Traitors are always more hateful than enemies, aren't they?"

"We can protect you from breaking out." The third seat said.

"Then what? Continue to live an ignoble life like this?"

The Shadow King said as he took off the broken silver mask. After Boluogo chopped it, the Shadow King simply repaired it. This silver mask witnessed his desperate time and may also witness the Shadow King's death.

"Look at me, my old friend, look what I have become."

The Shadow King stood up with difficulty, and then took off his black robe, fully displaying his ugly posture in the eyes of the third seat.

The face of the second seat was like a mummy. The sagging skin was as stiff as leather, and the eye sockets were sunken. There was only turbid darkness. Time wore away his flesh and blood, giving him a face that could only appear in nightmares.

Opening his hands, the second seat's skinny and slender hands and feet were as tough as tree trunks, but no longer alive. Many scars that could not be healed remained on them, revealing thin skin and yellow bones.

"With this kind of injury, no one would be able to survive for so long. It can be said that I should have died long ago. It is the power of the devil that has allowed me to survive until now."

The voice in the second seat was low and hoarse, like the trembling of dead wood, emitting an indecipherable language, like the cold feeling coming from a corner blown by the sea breeze.

"But, my old friend, how long can such a blessing last?"

He strode toward the third seat, his steps as light as falling leaves blown by the wind, his dark eyes filled with the aura of death, as if he would turn into dust anytime and anywhere.

The second seat came to the third seat. This was the first time in many years that the third seat looked at his appearance so closely and carefully.

The clothes he wore under the black robe were already shabby, like ruins eroded by time, and the body was like a corpse buried deep under the earth that had not seen the sun for decades. The dim light revealed a sense of despair. of decadence.

"I don't have time, old friend."

The second seat stretched out his hand and touched the armor of the third seat.

His nails were as dry and lifeless as dead wood, defeated in the endless struggle against time.

The second seat's hand passed through the iron armor.

No, it was the closed iron armor that opened.

Boluogo destroyed one Silver Knight after another, but he never saw the true form of the Third Seat... Many people have never seen the true form of the Third Seat.

Before the Secret War began, the Third Seat was an extremely mysterious being in the King's Secret Sword. He always appeared in the form of a dominating object to conceal his true identity.

Few people know his true appearance or even more detailed information. The only thing that can be revealed is that the third seat is not only a defender who controls the school, he is also quite accomplished in alchemy and is a person who can An alchemist who creates dominators for himself.

Since the split, most of the alchemy weapons used by the King's Shield Guard were personally crafted by the Third Seat, and the same is true for the Silver Knights he now controls.

The breastplate cracked on both sides, revealing the presence of the package beneath it.

The second seat looked at him pitifully.

That thing occupies the entire space of the breastplate. It is a round ball of flesh, with dark and moist skin, and pits on the body. It is filled with morbid dirt and is filled with an unspeakable filthy smell, like a piece of rotten meat. Tie together, the diseased cells continue to multiply, showing dark patches one after another, which makes people feel sick just looking at them.

In the squeezed flesh and blood, only one bloodshot eye can be seen, and a dark hole is under the one eye. With the rise and fall of the flesh ball, it is also slightly expanding and closing. That may be his nose.

His ears couldn't be seen from the second seat, and those things should have been squeezed out by the bloated flesh. A big and ugly mouth hung under the one eye and nose.

The big mouth was full of wrinkles and festering wounds, and seemed ready to burst open at any moment. His mouth doesn't seem to be made for speaking, but for swallowing everything.

The second seat stood in front of him, and the densely packed, gear-like teeth in the mouth came into view. It was like an old-fashioned large industrial machine, ready to crush everything it swallowed at any time.

The most disgusting thing is that his body secretes a strange, viscous liquid, which is reminiscent of the crushed body fluids of some poisonous snakes or insects.

The second seat is no stranger to this. In my impression, sometimes there are some growths on his body that are as deformed as his body, crawling and entangled on his body, which is extremely disgusting to the human nerves.

He was a poor creature abandoned by life, and his whole body looked like a disgusting pustule.

A cursed life.

A monster.

A deformed child abandoned by fate.

"Old friend..." the second seat said softly.

Others will loathe and hate him, but No. 2 will not. In times of despair, only this twisted and evil ball of flesh will accompany him. To No. 2, he is the holy angel.

Except for a very few senior officials of the King's Secret Sword, no one knows the past of the Third Seat. He was a born deformed child who was tortured by alchemists after his mother abandoned him.

During an operation, the second officer saved his life. At that time, his limbs had not degenerated into this state. He said he wanted to repay himself.

The second chair didn't care. Who would expect a deformed child who couldn't even walk normally?

Until he miraculously withstood the implantation of the alchemical matrix, until he continued to advance and became a powerful defender with this twisted body.

Until I choose to betray myself and endure this long pain.

"His Majesty……"

The third seat is respectfully called the second seat. His one eye seems to be staring into the distance, as if he is reviewing every moment of his life, but he also seems to have been lost in the years and cannot find his own coordinates.

"You look really ugly now," the third seat commented, "like a rotting mummy that has fallen into the abyss and gone insane. Every cell in your body is filled with the breath of death."

"I thought we would hide here until we die. After all, you always look silent, like a withered tree."

Occupying his own territory forever, the years are barren, and the Shadow King is like a withered old tree, until it is diluted and worn away by time, standing in a cold and windy corner. "

"Are you disappointed in me?" asked the second seat.

"No," the third seat said, "It doesn't matter. If you want to enjoy the last peace of life, I am willing to waste your last time here with you, but if...if you want war and take back everything you once had."

The sonorous iron sound once again interrupted the conversation between the two, and another armor walked out of the darkness. Its paint was absolutely pitch black, with only a slight glimmer of ether appearing, indicating that it was being controlled by the third seat.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared your armor and sword."

The armor stopped, and it half-knelt down. The armor on the back cracked and opened, and the interior was blank, with cables and infusion lines interspersed, and a dense arrangement of needles, as if waiting for someone to wear it.

The silver knight's breastplate closed, and the hoarse voice of the third seat became dull again, and then more footsteps sounded, and one after another the silver knights stepped out of the shadows.

There is more than just an army of the Silent Ones here.

…

"Oath City Opos, my God, I can hardly remember the last time I came here."

Red Dog stuck his head out of the car window, looking around like a stranger coming here for the first time, with no concealment of excitement in his expression.

"At the end of the Secret War, we carried you out almost unconscious."

In the spacious and comfortable business car, the voice of the fourth seat rang from the side. It was a man with dark skin and strong muscles, and his whole body was filled with rock-like strength.

"Oh? Is that so?" Red Dog didn't care, "I just passed out. No wonder I don't have any memory."

With his head retracted, Red Dog leaned on the back of the seat. Under the driving of the driver, the car drove into the traffic flow and headed towards the direction of the big rift.

"Hey, it's a bit shameful to think like this. Such a good place has been kicked out."

Red Dog sighed helplessly, and then suggested, "If we attack now, do you think we can conquer this city?"

"Is it just you and me? Are there those guys who are not even defenders?" The fourth seat hated the red dog, but he still analyzed it seriously and carefully, "We will cause certain damage to this city. A large number of civilians and Bureau of Order field personnel will die, but this will not shake their foundation, they will just die in vain."

"Ah... are you going to die? You can't say so absolutely. How will you know if you don't try."

Red Dog's voice changed, his expression was evil, and his words were full of provocation, "It's like I never thought that I was almost killed by someone in power."

He leaned forward, staring at the calm face as if he was deliberately arousing the other party's anger.

"You say so, Lebius."

Lebius and Red Dog sat face to face. His face was calm, as if he had not heard Red Dog's words. Seeing Lebius's reaction was so boring, Red Dog shook his head in disappointment, and then looked at where Lebius was sitting. The man next to Us.

"What do you think? Jeffrey."

Unlike the calm Lebius, Jeffrey's eyes were full of anger. If his duty hadn't bound him, he might have wielded the heavy bone-crushing knife now.

"Ah, what a fateful coincidence, everyone."

The red dog opened his hands as if to hug the two of them.

"It was you two who sent me away from this city in the first place, and now you two welcome me in person."

Red Dog laughed mockingly, "The Order Bureau is really considerate."

Lebius raised his hand and pressed Jeffrey's shoulder. His eyes were indifferent, as if he were looking at a corpse. "If you are here to start a war, just wave your sword. If you are here to negotiate, then shut up." , Red Dog.”

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, Lebius."

Red Dog reached out and patted Lebius's knee, pretending to be guilty, "After all, I still feel deeply ashamed for breaking your leg."

Lebius said calmly, "You will pay the price, along with all the hatred of the second group."

Red Dog said arrogantly, "I know, I know, many people have said similar things to me, but unfortunately that day has never come."

"That day will come," Jeffrey said, holding back his anger, "just as the sinner will not escape the judgment."

The red dog raised his feet and turned his head to look at the thick mist erupting from the great rift.

"Then I guess it's not the day."

Thick fog gathered above Oath City Opos. The clouds became thicker and the sky became gloomy, as if a heavy rain was brewing.