Endless Debt

Boluogo has encountered many powerful enemies, and among them, this abhorrent monster is undoubtedly the most special one.

Other enemies have their own ideas, positions and obsessions. Even if they are opposing enemies, sometimes Bologo can understand their thoughts.

But the evil in this world is different. It has no self-thought and no position to speak of. Compared with the debtor and the chosen one, Boluogo feels that this monster is the real spokesperson of the devil.

There is no trace of distracting thoughts, it is so pure, born entirely for its own desire, and it is the absolute entity of the concept of gluttony.

Devour, and devour.

Whether it is rock, flesh, or even ether, anything that can be used to satisfy its endless hunger will become the food in its belly. Apart from that, it cares about nothing.

"a machine."

Sere once commented on the existence of evil in this world, "You can think of it as a machine with a 'devour' instruction written on it. Its only purpose of existence is to execute the instruction of devour until it dies."

At this time, such a pure monster as evil is so difficult that even the Bureau of Order has a headache to deal with it. But now, according to Amu's story, it seems that there is more than one such monster.

"In other words, is it very possible that there are six more monsters like this?" Boluogo's face became heavy upon hearing this.

Aimu whispered, "The seven-headed devil corresponds to the seven sins, the seven blessings, and...the seven-headed evil that can destroy the world's disasters."

The two of them fell silent in unison. This world is always a lot crueler than expected, like a black fairy tale.

"But there is only one such thing in the current record." Bologo said.

"Maybe the other evils in this world are dead, or they haven't been born yet."

Aimu expressed his thoughts, "After all, they are descended from the glorious ones. You must know that there are not many glorious ones, let alone those who are willing to sacrifice all their souls. Moreover... the evils in this world do not seem to be immortal."

"Do you still remember what we experienced at that time?" Aimu asked, "The power of the evils in this world is like the power of protection corresponding to the devil, but their protection is much more extreme."

Boluogo nodded. When encountering the evils of this world in the abandoned land, judging from the power it displayed, it was completely an extreme form of protection and bloodthirsty healing. Any substance that could be swallowed would cause it to heal itself at a high speed. , and even immortality, it is with this power that it can reach an equal level with the burning of light.

"Perhaps there were many evils in this world in the previous world, but they were all killed."

Listening to Amu's words, Boluogo couldn't help but said, "Either he has not been born yet, or he has died long ago?"

"Do you think the world has become worse?" Aimu smiled.

Boluogo shook his head, "I think it's okay. In my opinion, the world itself is already terrible. It doesn't matter if it gets worse. It's just a matter of cutting off a few more."

"You are really optimistic."

"The main worry won't change anything, so it's better to be optimistic," Bologo said. "People need some good memories to withstand the bad days."

"Sounds like you have experience in this part."

"Of course," Bologg didn't continue, "but who wants to experience bad things without any trouble."

Bologg and Aimu wandered around Greystone Town. Now the umbilical cord was like a jammed radar. Bologg could only use his feet to measure the size of Greystone Town and try his luck in every corner and alley. , to see if the incident can make any progress.

"But... if our enemy is really the Orangutan Sect, and their purpose is to liberate the evil in this world," Boluogo asked slightly troubled, "Does this mean anything? That monster has no mind at all. , it will just devour each other indiscriminately.”

"Are you trying to figure out what a group of cultists are thinking?" Aimu dismissed Boluogo's conjecture, "You are thinking too much, like a control freak."

Bologg smiled helplessly. Aimu was right about this. Bologg always wanted to control everything, which made him exhausted.

"The evil in this world is like a biological bomb. Once detonated, it will trigger a large-scale attack like the Decay Epidemic, putting pressure on the Bureau of Order... Maybe this is what they want." Aimu continued. , "Don't you think the situation is gradually becoming clearer now?"

"Tell me about it," Bologo said. "I was a little too persistent and couldn't see clearly."

"Just stand in line," Aimu said. "Our enemies surface one after another, just waiting for us to defeat them one by one!"

Aimu said and waved his fist.

Boluogo felt that what Aimu said made some sense. The Zongge Band that had been enemies of Boluogo had disappeared for a long time, and there was no trace of the Unbound Poetry Society. They seemed to be trying not to cause trouble to the Bureau of Order. They completely disappeared from sight, and the remaining enemies became more and more active, as if the battle was close at hand.

With a long sigh, Bologo moved his body and entered working mode. At this time, Aimu asked again, "Bologo, what are your thoughts?"

"My idea? Just work," Borogo said. "Take care of these troublesome guys and restore order."

"No, no, no, I'm not referring to this, but your own thoughts." Aimu emphasized.

"This is what I think."

"Really?"

Aimu looked suspicious and said softly, "Is this really your own idea and not a legitimate job?"

"Why do you think so," Bologo said, "It seems that in your mouth, I am a tool without self-will."

"You are so dedicated!" Aimu patted Boluogo on the shoulder hard, "You are also full of pragmatism!"

Aimu taught Boluogo a lesson, "I wanted to say it a long time ago, do these... these, really come from your own will? Rather than being affected by something."

She cited one example after another, "You are indeed like a narcissistic savior, but more often than not, you are just taking on one job after another to kill the enemy... You seem to regard yourself as yourself. Become a tool and obey the orders and desires imposed on you by others."

Boluogo fell silent and carefully recalled his life since he was released from prison. It seemed that as Aimu said, Boluogo was like a perfect sword, but he was always wielded by others and was used by the huge order bureau. With the decision room waving.

This is a job, Bologe often thinks like this. Because his interests and positions are consistent, Bologe has never complained or even had any strange feelings. But Aimu saw Bologe's distortion. Too rational and pragmatic, she even began to wonder whether one day after endless years, Boluogo would really become a ruthless tool, acting only for a certain efficient goal.

Just like the evil in this world.

"No, I am not a tool. Even if I am a tool, I am also a tool of myself."

After a brief thought, Boluogo analyzed his thoughts and decisions. Seeing that Aimu still looked worried and doubtful, Boluogo continued.

"The verdict is actually very simple."

Aimu asked, "What is it?"

Boluogo took a deep breath and said in an extremely calm tone.

"When I went to rescue you out of order in the timeline, this behavior had nothing to do with my work."

…

The towering cliffs cast huge shadows, and the accumulated fog blocked most of the light. It was clearly noon, and Graystone Town still looked gray. The townspeople were walking in the streets, their figures blurred like phantoms. The town On the outside are the cracked rocks and collapsed ruins, as if the world has been destroyed long ago and this is the only pure land.

Idel withdrew his gaze from the gap in the window and looked into the dark interior. He couldn't help but said, "I hate this town. It looks so gloomy and lacks vitality."

Idel deliberately emphasized the word "vitality", and the others in the room understood what he meant, and they laughed together in an unsettling way, as if they were planning something.

"Still no trace of them?" Idel asked.

"We found some traces," a voice replied. "It's some dried blood and minced meat. It looks like they are all dead."

"Are they from the Bureau of Order?" Idel said, "They responded so quickly. Have they already begun to control this place?"

"It doesn't feel like it was done by the Bureau of Order," the voice continued to reply. "With the professionalism of those people, they will truly disappear from the world without leaving any traces, but this time the traces left are too big." It’s too much, like it’s done by a newbie…”

"Deliberately like a trap," another voice said.

Idel frowned, unable to think of an answer for a while, and then looked at another person in the room.

He was wearing a red robe, sitting in the shadow of the corner. Around him, there was a lingering smell of blood in the air, as if someone was injured and bleeding continuously.

"What do you think?" Idel asked.

"No matter what they encountered or what the outcome was, it will not interfere with our original purpose." The man slowly raised his head and took off his red hood. "Act according to the original plan to liberate that noble being."

Idel looked at the man's face. His skin had a faint blood color, like a thin layer of red gauze, revealing a sense of chaos and wildness.

He had no hair, and his smooth scalp was engraved with pitch-black tattoos, like some kind of evil ritual circle. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, exuding unspeakable madness and bloodthirsty that made people dare not look directly at him.

"Emancipation?"

When Idel thought of what he had to do next and what he would face, his heart began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Are you scared? Idel."

His sharp eyes fell on Idel's body, cutting off a piece of flesh like a sharp knife.

Idel did not shy away and said directly, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid."

"Now we are deep into the enemy camp, the headquarters of the Bureau of Order, and we have to release... that noble being," Idel's face turned ugly, "I don't think it will regard us as its own when it escapes. people."

The atmosphere in the room became depressing, and the man's gaze became more and more terrifying, but Idel was not afraid at all. He saw one face after another and shouted loudly.

“Everyone’s thoughts are similar to mine!”

Idel continued, "It is said to be a noble existence, but we all know that it is just a monster with absolute desire. When it escapes from its trap, it will eat all of us."

The man said, "This is a devotion to God."

"I never question my faith," Idel said, "but I refuse meaningless devotion."

"I can control it," the man said.

"Are you sure? Hammer," Idel and Hammer looked at each other, "That is a disaster in this world, and you are just a person with power."

Hammer suddenly stood up and strode towards Idel. The bloody air on his body rushed towards his face, like a monster opening its mouth towards Idel, swallowing the bloody turbid air.

The two were very close and facing each other. Hammer stared into Idel's eyes, his voice forced out of his throat.

"Everyone else get out."

People looked at each other and exited the room silently. They had known about the conflict between Idel and Hammer for a long time, and now it turned out like this, which was expected by everyone.

Hammer whispered, "You just have to do your own thing, Idel, and make enough sacrifices to restore its strength. As for what happens after it escapes, that's my responsibility, so you don't have to worry."

"I'm only afraid that your fanaticism for faith will kill me." Idel said nonchalantly.

"Damn it, if you never believed in her existence, why did you join us?" Hammer felt angry, "Allowing an unbeliever like you to stay in the sect is simply a disservice to that lady. insult."

"Hey, hey, don't be angry."

Idel backed away continuously, leaning against the wall with his hands raised in the air, as if surrendering.

"Haven't we discussed this matter many times?" Idel said, "I joined the Orangutan Sect just to seek eternal life."

Idel shook his head, "I am a very down-to-earth person. Give me immortality and I will work for you. This is very simple."

Hammer glared at Idel. Every word he said was blasphemous to Hammer, but there was nothing Hammer could do about Idel. He really needed this cunning and timid guy.

"I don't want to become a fanatical believer like you. When my work is over, I will leave immediately."

Hammer suppressed the anger in his heart and regained his composure. He walked back to the corner, picked up the carving knife, dipped it in dark ink, and continued to carve strange patterns on his skin.

After a long time, Hammer's voice sounded again, "After creating the eternal rotten land, get out of here immediately."

Hearing such words, Idel's face lit up with a smile.

"Okay, Bishop Hammer."

I'm in a bad mood and still adjusting...