Endless Debt

When Boluogo walked out of the stairwell, Sai Zong did not leave with him, but stayed alone in the armory, which not only collected human weapons and the history of the development of war, but also witnessed Sai Zong's long life. , fingertips brushed against the cold metal, like flipping through dry and rough diary pages.

Bologe did not stay too long in the Undead Club. He walked out directly. The fresh morning breeze took away the old musty smell in the armory, and the warm sunshine fell, warming Bologe's heart.

"I can tell you the secrets of the devils, only the ones I know," Sai Zong's voice echoed in his ears, "I can also help you fight against other devils without disturbing his peace, and even usher in the real The end of.”

"Why do you do so much for him, is it just your status as the chosen one?"

Bologo did not immediately respond to Sai Zong's words, but asked him instead. His loyalty was too doubtful. Even as the chosen one, Bologo did not have much feelings for Leviathan. Instead, he was trying to conspire against him. Look at this devil.

Sai Zong is absolutely loyal to the Eye of Eternal Wrath, as if the will of the Eye of Eternal Wrath is his will, and his wish is Sai Zong's wish. Other than that, Sai Zong doesn't care about anything.

Regarding this question, Sai Zong did not answer, but just said to himself, "As the killing and rage accumulate, the holders of the Origin Sin Arms will be attracted to each other, like an umbilical cord.

Like a crazy duel, the original sin weapon will drive the holder to collect other original sin weapons until he defeats everyone and becomes the only winner, the champion of blood. "

Sai Zong predicted the enemies Borogo would face, and a smile appeared on his scarred and wrinkled face, and then darkness fell.

When Boluogo's vision returned, he had been invited out of the armory, and the end of the corridor, which was so close at hand, became out of reach.

Now Boluogo walked through the increasingly noisy streets and sat down on a bench casually. His eyes passed through the traffic and looked at the blank space.

After a long time, Bologo let out a long sigh.

"Are you so tired early in the morning?" Bologg murmured to himself.

The Sin of Wrath, the Eye of Eternal Wrath, the duel between the holders of the Origin Sin Arms... The problems of the Night Clan have not yet been resolved, and a new round of problems has emerged.

Boluogo had a premonition that as the hidden power awakened one by one, more and more strife would fill the world until everything was reduced to dust.

He no longer rested or stayed, got up and strode towards the Bureau of Order.

…

"As you can see, the Field Service Department is currently extremely short of manpower. Even if it expands, it will be difficult to supply it for a while."

Jeffrey first said something nice to appease Boluogo's mood, "So a lot of work has been assigned to the special operations team, and your vacation needs to be postponed for a while."

"It's nothing, I am an immortal, I have plenty of time to rest."

Bologo has no objection to the increased work. He likes to work, just like his former team leader, Lebius.

"So what work came from the decision-making room?" Bologo asked.

"Some small jobs," Jeffrey raised his eyebrows. "The decision-making room is quite humane. I know you have just been cutting jobs for a month. This job is very casual and you are familiar with it."

"Tell me about it."

"Inspecting the Great Rift."

Jeffrey added, "Xilin's control destroyed the Wandering Road and distorted the terrain. The already fragile geological structure further collapsed. Now there are many fissures across the land, even extending to Oath City· Beyond Opos.”

"Every huge crack extending outward is a road, a road to the abandoned land, is that right?" Bologo asked.

"That's right, without the mist lingering on the wandering fork road, we have a headache on how to hide the abandoned place. As for the things in the abandoned place..."

At the mention of this, Jeffrey felt a headache, "The decision-making room is trying to figure it out."

"okay, I get it."

Boluogo stretched and then asked, "Shall I go by myself?"

"Look at you, there aren't many people in the special operations team anyway, and it's hard for us to recruit people."

Mentioning this part, Jeffrey remembered the new instructions issued by the decision-making room today, "By the way, in order to cope with the gradually worsening situation, the decision-making room is preparing to fully expand the field department."

"Sounds no different than military expansion."

Jeffrey smiled, and then his expression became serious, "The decision-making room is ready to rebuild the second group, the second group, the Defending Blade."

Boluogo's expression froze slightly, and he turned his attention to another person in the office. He had been busy since Boluogo came in, just like usual.

Lebius said without looking up, "It's gratifying to see the second group being reorganized into the action sequence."

Boluogo blinked and looked away. He thought Lebius would be extremely excited when he knew the news, but he looked very calm. It seemed that the death of Red Dog had completely untied his heart knot.

This is a good thing.

"Okay, I understand," Bologo then asked, "When does the work start?"

…

Aimu put the nearly stacked account books aside, moved his chair back, put his feet on the desk, leaned his head back, and after a few seconds let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.

"ah……"

It's really terrible for a researcher to be busy with these things.

As time passed, Aimu had to wonder whether this was Bailie's conspiracy. She trained her research and administrative abilities bit by bit until one day, she was mature enough, and then took over the work that should have belonged to Bailie. Put it all on yourself.

It sounds like something that Bailey, the cheap senior sister, can do.

Aimu's sigh gradually lengthened, as if she was about to exhale all the breath in her lungs. Her voice gradually became weaker, but it still maintained a continuous lingering sound. She did not stop until there was no breath left at all. .

This behavior is extremely childish.

"Is this considered child labor?"

Aimu couldn't help but think of what Boluogo once said, child labor? It's a bit weird no matter how you think about it, but there's nothing you can do about it. It's really hard to treat your own existence with common sense.

The great artificial life, the essential body of steel... Sometimes, Aimu couldn't figure out his own position.

No matter how much she complained, her work would not be reduced by one bit. Aimu sat up straight and prepared to continue her work. Only then did she notice a tall figure standing in front of the desk.

"Good morning, Aimu."

As if he had returned to his own home, Boluoge stretched out his hand to pull out a chair and sat down facing Aimu.

Aimu's expression was completely dull. After a long time, she asked, "When did you come?"

"just."

"You...you...why don't you knock on the door?"

Aimu recalled his actions just now, feeling like his image was shattered and inexplicably ashamed.

"Your door is not closed tightly," Bologg glanced at the door, and then asked Aimu, "What were you doing just now? Training your lung capacity?"

Boluogo didn't care about Amu's image at all.

"Yes." Aimu nodded stiffly.

"Why are you here?" Aimu asked.

It's strange that the two of them have clearly confirmed their relationship, but just like Aimu thought before, there is always a sense of unfamiliarity when they get along.

Aimu thought for a long time, and she felt that this should be related to the experiences of the two of them. Whether it was Aimu or Boluogo, they were not ordinary ordinary people.

Aimu was born from the power of fantasy, a creation of fantasy. According to human lifespan, Aimu is still a minor, while Boluogo is a bit too adult.

In Boluogo's twisted life, he did experience a period of ordinary life, but what followed was a crazy war and a cycle of death, until now.

Both of them seem to be normal people, but their minds are very different from ordinary people. One is considered a minor, and the other should be buried in the ground. This also makes them like novel species, and it is difficult to fit the template of ordinary people. above them.

Boluogo said, "Nothing, I just came to see you."

"No way?"

Aimu narrowed his eyes and commented on Boluogo, "You are a completely goal-oriented person. Without any purpose, you will not do unnecessary things."

"You are one of the purpose-oriented ones," Bologo said.

Aimu frowned. Sometimes Boluogo's words can really touch Aimu's heart, and sometimes they make people feel weird, like a middle-aged uncle. Boluogo should be considered a super old man.

In comparison, Aimu felt that his artificial life was full of perceptual emotions, while Bologg, a flesh and blood body, was as cold as a machine... This may be related to Bologg's expressive ability.

Boluogo said helplessly, "Okay, actually there are other things."

"I knew it!"

Aimu was very proud of having guessed the purpose, "So what is it?"

"I've got a new job, which is to patrol the Great Fissure and explore the extending fissures," Bologo said. "This job is very simple, even very casual. I would like to invite you to join us, just like... a hiking trip." ?”

"Um?"

Aimu did not expect this, and then Boluogo continued, "Mainly, I see that you have been very tired recently. You might want to go out for a walk?"

Boluogo said, observing Aimu's expression, "Is that okay?"

"sure!"

Aimu rarely refuses Boluogo. Suddenly, she showed a sly smile again, "What about Palmer? You two are inseparable. Won't he be sad?"

She loved teasing Bologg like this, just as Bologg liked to see her flustered and shy, Aimu also liked Bologg to be in such a situation.

There was an uncontrollable smile on Boluogo's face, and he whispered, "Palmer?"

Thinking of Palmer's experience these days.

"He's in big trouble now and has no time to hike with me."