Endless Debt

In the dim room, Mammen sat on the shabby sofa as always. The stacked TVs showed him the full picture of the war from different perspectives.

In the first scene, Palmer wiped the blood on his face, obeyed Burlogo's order, and turned back toward the outside world along the crack in the ruins. Morrison's body turned into fine blood foam, Spread evenly on the ground.

In the second picture, the fourth seat has broken through the defense line built by the Silent Ones and the third seat. The Mist Abyss Fortress is close at hand, but the ferocious offensive of the fourth seat has now weakened a lot. Most of the secret swords Already wounded, some of them had died.

On the ever-changing battlefield, they had no time to deal with the corpses, so they could only take away valuable things from the corpses and put them into the next round of combat, such as the secret sword that symbolized force and honor.

Mammon asked, "Gray, among the King's Secret Swords, there should be many people who can wear multiple secret swords at the same time, right, just like you?"

Gray didn't respond, so Mammon called out again, "Gray?"

Still no response.

Mammon turned her head and looked around, but Gray disappeared without a trace.

A weird smile bloomed on Mammon's face, his breathing became rapid, and his whole person fell into inexplicable excitement. When he pressed the remote control, an extinguished screen lit up, and Gray was reflected in it.

As he walked through the deep and dark corridor, the ground trembled slightly, and the roaring ether roared in the distance. These failed to affect Gray. He clenched the sword blade burned by the poison and stepped onto the stairs with firm eyes.

Mammon's eyes were filled with ecstasy, and she almost laughed.

Looking towards another screen, the dark figure moved forward at high speed, crossing the winding corridors and breaking through the ruins in the way. The man seemed to be aware of Mammon's prying eyes. He turned his head. Under the dark visor, he was full of death. looked at him.

The opponent no longer paid attention to Mammon, but waved the sword in his hand, and raging fire rose along the blade, melting through and burning the rock in front of him.

In the next scene, a figure wearing a scarlet robe silently advanced through the mist.

Seeing him, even though she was separated by a screen, Mamen couldn't help but hold her breath, for fear of being discovered by the other party. Underneath her suppressed breath was an uncontrollable smile.

The scarlet figure began to tremble, and the screen seemed to malfunction. The picture began to distort, sparks flashed around the TV screen, and crackling electric currents sounded inside. After a series of red and green tones, the figure disappeared, as if it had never existed. Live the same.

At this moment, Mamen took a deep breath and shouted excitedly, "I knew it! Haha, I knew it!"

It was such a rare event that Mammen felt her blood boil.

After so many years, he had not felt like this for a long time. At a certain moment, Mammen even felt that time had reversed and he had returned to a certain node in the past.

Like Secret Wars, like Fall of the Holy City.

History is like this, it keeps repeating itself.

"The final moment has arrived," Mammon whispered, "What choice will you make?"

In the last screen, Boluogo's figure appeared in it. He stepped on the broken stone steps and walked towards the depths of darkness.

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Passing through the deep pit, rustling sounds came from all directions. Boluogo could barely distinguish these sounds. Some were the painful groans of the injured, some were the signs of stone slabs rubbing against each other and were about to collapse again, and some were signs of another collapse. Some are the faint sounds made by the cold wind passing by.

There was a roaring ether reaction above his head, and Bologg immediately recognized that it was Palmer's power. Bologg's expression was very calm, as if he had expected it early in the morning.

Bologg knew that Palmer would not let Morrison go so easily. The only thing that awaited Morrison was a long execution, and that had nothing to do with Bologg, and he was not worried about it. Bologg Knowing that Palmer would end this incident perfectly.

Continuing to go deeper, Boluogo's thick smell of blood surged up, and the bottomless pit seemed to lead into endless darkness.

Bologo noticed that the bloody material covered the walls and the bottom of the cave. When the flesh and blood creation collapsed into the darkness, these protruding sharp objects cut its body like sharp swords.

An evil, maddening aura emanates from the pit, making people shudder.

At the bottom of the pit, some viscous liquid is slowly gathering. After being exposed to Boluogo's gaze, the liquid is mixed with red and black liquid, like coagulated blood and some unknown worm. juice. It reminded Borlog of giant swarms of worms, tearing at their harvest with their ferocious fangs.

After arriving at the bottom of the pit, Boluogo looked around. It was dark here without any light. He ignited the red mercury on the scales of the snake, and then turned them into spears and threw them one by one.

Like blazing torches, the fire spears penetrated the surroundings, illuminating the darkness.

Boluogo saw the huge flesh-and-blood creature embedded in the ruins. Its flesh-and-blood surface undulated violently, as if it was breathing heavily.

Dense wounds covered the surface of flesh and blood, and the oozing blood gathered into a stream and flowed continuously among the gravel.

Standing on the mountain of meat, this monster reminded Boluogo of the evils in this world, but it did not have the crazy aggressiveness of the evils in this world. On the contrary, in Boluogo's eyes, it was even considered relatively gentle. .

Boluogo had a strange conjecture in his mind.

In Church's Eye of Narrative, it was Morrison who was responsible for the containment of the Plague of Decline, but when Bologo raided, he did not see the Plague of Decline, only the flesh and blood that was strictly protected. creation.

Slowly raising the saw axe, Bologo thought whether the plague of decay might be stored in the monster's body, and then Bologo stopped swinging the axe.

If the plague of decay is really in the flesh, then once he cuts through its body, it will inevitably detonate the plague of decay. Boluogo will not die, but once the plague of decay spreads out, it will be a terrible disaster. Extraordinary disaster.

Bologo had no professional training and didn't know how to deal with this difficult thing, but he was an expert in dealing with troublesome things. For this kind of thing, Bologo was very good at adapting to circumstances.

If they encountered this ghost elsewhere, Bologo might be helpless, but now they are in the Great Rift, and under the sea of ​​fog is the world's best garbage recycling station.

Taking out a silver soul from his pocket and injecting it into his arm, Boluogo replenished himself with ether. Although he plundered a large amount of ether from Morrison, it was not enough to support his next actions.

Borogo wants to completely destroy this place, dominate the terrain, and throw this huge flesh-and-blood creation into the abandoned land, leaving it to be devoured by the evils of this world.

This war has been bloody enough, and Boluogo has no energy to think about subsequent conspiracies.

After the ether was replenished, the glow of the alchemy matrix lit up on the body surface. The chain was wrapped around his waist, holding the hand ax and the resentment bite. Boluogo raised his hands and waved them slowly like a conductor of an orchestra. It is to lift up the whole world.

The building shook again, as if giants were jumping, and the rocks deep underground shrank rapidly, making a deafening roar, as if the earth was suffering from extreme tearing pain.

At this moment, Boluogo seemed to be really making the mountains give way, but at the same time, he was also under extreme pressure. Wanting to control such a large scale almost exhausted all his energy.

Time seemed to become infinitely long, and every second seemed like a year. The earth suddenly twisted, the rocks cracked into pieces, and the whole world was crumbling and fell into chaos.

This was just the beginning of the disaster. The flesh-and-blood creation seemed to be aware of the danger. It squirmed its huge body and emitted a weird scream, but this could not stop the crazy bumps of the earth, as if a crazy bull was writhing wantonly, with terrifying faults. And cracks formed in just a few seconds, huge scars running across the surrounding area.

Boluogo took a deep breath. Just as he was about to completely collapse this place, an irresistible ether came from behind the layers of ruins.

Something was coming, and Boluogo clearly felt the sudden rise in temperature around him. The pool of blood piled on the ground began to boil and bubble, and the hot blood quickly evaporated.

A dazzling red light rose in the cracks of the ruins. The flames seemed to have solidified, piercing through the layers of rocks. The solid stones began to melt, and the orange-red lava formed an extremely high-temperature fire column, gushing out. out.

Bologo's control was interrupted, and the killing intent of death roared in mixed with the high temperature.

This heat wave quickly dispersed the surrounding cold air, forming a thermally distorted scene. Then, this column of fire continued to erupt. It was so hot that people dared not approach it. Just looking at it from a distance could Feel the extreme heat emanating from the column of fire.

Boluogo grasped the sword and ax tightly, and an unprecedented sense of danger broke out in his heart.

He clearly sensed the strength of the other party's ether, which was far beyond Boluogo's imagination.

The glorious one.

The high-temperature fire column continued to climb upward, getting higher and higher. The flames and airflow intertwined together, forming a huge thermal vortex that spread heat waves in all directions. The dark space was completely illuminated, and a kind of atmosphere filled the inside and outside. Indescribable heat, like the god of fire dancing here.

Boluogo retreated quickly to avoid the fire.

As the flames erupted and melted through the road, the red-hot rocks squeezed each other and fused together again, forming a series of fused strata.

The high-pitched ether distorts reality. Under the interference of extraordinary power, the collision and transfer between heat, electrons, atoms, and molecules induce phenomena that violate the laws of reality.

The fire column was injected into the cold hard rock, and its high heat caused huge changes in the rock. All the minerals were burned into liquid substances, and the entire rock seemed to be evaporated dry, spreading hot water around it. The flowing fire fell on the ground, burning out sunken pits.

High-temperature air rushed into his mouth and nose, and burning pain spread in his throat. Boluogo took a few steps back and looked into the flames. A dark figure was striding towards the lava.

Boluogo noticed that the illusory umbilical cord extending from his abdomen had become solid at this moment. It continued to extend and connected to the figure wearing pitch black armor.

"Shadow King..."

Boluogo couldn't help but whispered. As if he heard Boluogo's call, the Shadow King flicked the flames in his hand. The flames weakened, revealing the brilliant fire sword wrapped in flames.

The Shadow King at this moment gave Boluogo a completely different feeling than when they met before. Even though he had the power of the Glorious One, the layers of soul scars almost killed him. He couldn't use much power at all, but now , the Shadow King seemed to have returned to his peak, the power of the Glorious One fully revealed.

Soon, Boluogo realized the reason for this, the dark armor.

The armor is made of some unknown alchemical metal, and is coated with thick black paint. It looks simple and steady. The front breastplate and back armor are closely connected with several wide and thick steel plates to ensure defense. The sides The shoulder pads and carved belt are made of finely processed metal materials.

Looking at the whole thing, it is completely wrapped by several pieces of sewn iron armor. The gaps are lined with soft leather padding. The front of the breastplate is wrapped with a layer of gorgeous black satin. The hem is made of thin and soft iron chains. These The chain armor can be bent to a high degree of freedom, making a rattling sound as it moves forward.

Rough breathing sounded from under the skull mask wearing a spiked crown.

Along with his breathing, the dim glow of ether floated on the surface of the armor. Bologo realized that this was an alchemical armor, and it was this armor that gave the Shadow King such terrifying power.

Boluogo recalled a conversation he had with Sere before.

"You immortals have been around for such a long time, so your alchemy matrix must be lagging behind, right? From this point of view, even if you have the power of the Glorious Ones, you are just trying to make a fool of yourself."

Faced with Boluogo's doubts, Sere shook his head, "Our alchemy matrix is ​​indeed very backward, but we can make up for it from other places."

"for example?"

"For example, an alchemical armor."

"Can armor also be made into alchemy weapons?" This was the first time Bologo knew this.

"Of course you can, but the cost of making it is extremely expensive, and few people do it," Sere continued, "but the effect is also very significant. As long as multiple alchemical matrices are engraved on the alchemical armor, the armor will become a 'mysterious one' Yes, the wearer becomes a source of ether."

Bologo probably understood what Sere meant. The power of the undead would lag behind the times, but as the times changed, the new armor forged could make up for all this.

"I have also seen some people who suffered injuries that were difficult to heal, so they put on some special alchemy armors and relied on them to survive, and they could not take them off for the rest of their lives."

Boluogo asked doubtfully, "Do you also have this kind of armor that keeps up with the power of the times?"

Sere did not answer Boluogo's question directly, but only responded with a meaningful smile.

Boluogo has since learned about the special characteristics of the alchemical armor. This is a large-scale alchemical weapon, similar to the alchemical puppets like the Silver Knight, but completely different. The alchemical armor gives the wearer all-round enhancements. Now the Shadow King relies on this alchemical armor to suppress the impact of the soul scar and burst out the power of the Glorious One.

"Bologo Lazarus."

The Shadow King called out Borogo's name, and the hot lava cooled into solid stone under his feet, absorbing his iron boots.

There are sharp spikes standing on the shoulders, arm armor and leg guards, which look like sharp blades waiting quietly in the darkness. The relief pattern on the armor is simple and clear, depicting a skeleton with flapping wings, which means that the god of death is about to Advent.

In the raging fire, abyss-like blackness enveloped the Shadow King. He was like a god of death who had returned from the world of the dead and reappeared in the world, exuding a strong mysterious aura. His whole body was pitch black, with no cracks visible, just like a solid layer of A seal that encloses the wearer.

The pressure on Boluoge increased. He didn't expect that he would face the Shadow King so directly. And it seemed that the Shadow King came to him on his own initiative to protect this flesh and blood creation?

There was no chance of winning in a head-on battle. Even though Bologdang gave up on holding the sword and axe, he reached behind him and grabbed the handle of the flare. At this time, he could only rely on the fourth seat and the others.

But can the fourth seat really beat the current Shadow King? With the blessing of the alchemy armor, Boluogo didn't know how long the Shadow King could maintain this state, but it should be enough to kill a defender with just a few moves.

That blazing sword is enough to burn everything.

Just as a wave of thoughts surged through Boluogo's mind, the Shadow King spoke again, saying words that Boluogo didn't expect.

"Step aside."

The Shadow King said, "Get out of the way, Borrog."

Boluogo froze on the spot, and then he noticed a cold breath coming from behind him.

The blood and muscles all over his body seemed to be frozen, as if something terrifying was coming from behind him, slowly approaching.

Boluogo actually thought that the Shadow King came for him... The Shadow King came for the thing behind him.

Shadow King slashed the flaming sword behind Boluoge.

The column of high-temperature fire was like a flaming sword, breaking through all obstacles and sprinting forward aggressively. Bologo forcibly restrained his instinct and moved to the other side to avoid the deadly fire.

The dazzling light rushed in front of the thick rock, as if it encountered an impenetrable barrier. The fireworks rolled and soared in all directions. The barrier did not make it give up, but instead stimulated its burning desire. The flames wrapped around the invisible barrier, burst into flames, and rolled up sparks like dark clouds.

The Glorious Ones wantonly distorted the laws of reality. Under the raging anger, the crystals in the rocks were melted and the water was evaporated, forming an extremely viscous liquid substance that was as viscous as honey.

Large tracts of lava condensed and dripped, and deadly fire rain descended.

A large amount of gas also escaped from the red-hot rock, forming a strong eruption. The gas under high pressure roared upward with the fire flow, making a huge noise and causing strong vibrations in the surrounding environment.

Boluogo felt that he was in a volcanic crater that was about to erupt. The hot lava and violent eruption of gas spread crazily in the ruins. The thick rocks also cracked, and the fire flow rushed upward like a drill hole. Red light fills every gap.

In this burning world, it seems that no power can match it.

Until that power came and broke the Shadow King's absolute rule over reality.

Boluogo only felt that all the light, sound, vibration...all the cognitive ability to perceive the outside world were quickly disappearing, and in the endless nothingness, only the strolling figure remained.

He was wearing a scarlet robe, and the patterns on the robe seemed to be embroidered with gold thread, sparkling. His face was covered by the shadow of his hood, and thick darkness enveloped everything.

His appearance seems to be summoned from the darkness, full of mysterious rituals and sense of evil. Although he is not obviously aggressive, the uneasiness and fear he brings to people are irresistible.

The darkness under the hood is as deep as an abyss, and seems to be able to swallow a person's soul.

He stopped not far away, keeping an appropriate distance from Boluoge and Shadow King, neither too close nor too far away.

The invisible pressure spread like a tide, and Boluogo felt like he was trapped in an inescapable trap.

As if the Shadow King already knew his fate, he raised his flaming sword and said softly, "I knew you were more obsessed with killing me than taking back Xilin's body... kill me with your own hands."

He then asked, "Am I right? The first seat."

A cold smile sounded.

The first person held up a slender, twisted scythe with a pale skull, like the god of death from the story.