Endless Debt

The blood boiled and surged, setting off layers of blood waves. Under the ripples, countless dead bodies were covered. They struggled and roared in the blood water, and the sound of breaking echoed on the lake, which was horrifying.

Feverish emotions emerged in Tino's eyes. He knew that the god he believed in was coming, and Boluogo was ready. Although this was not his first confrontation with the devil, no one knew what the fate of these moody guys was. will do something.

Boluogo looked at the blood that continued to spread. In the area covered by the blood, all materials were swallowed up. Broken benches sank one after another, even the burning candlesticks.

Dragging York's broken body, Boluogo led him back. It was not until he stood at the edge of the statue that the blood stopped spreading. At this moment, there was nothing in the church except for the countless heads and heads. Limbs and corpses rose and fell among them, and a series of screams and wails came from their mouths, as if calling for the destination of life.

If Bologo were to write the history of the extraordinary world, he would definitely regard the Epidemic of Decay event as a turning point in world change.

The wandering fork road entrenched in the great rift was completely destroyed, and the abandoned land was exposed. The light that had burned for countless years showed a tendency to be extinguished, and the evils of this world tortured by the fire were about to escape from the prison.

The King's Secret Sword was severely damaged, and the Overlord Xilin also returned at this moment.

As the ether concentration continued to rise, Bologo felt as if the entire world was experiencing a large-scale reality shattering.

Reality shatters.

The illusory stories and the real reality are slowly overlapping. The monsters hidden in the stories are rushing out of the darkness one after another, as if they are no longer afraid of the light.

The Night Clan, the Orangutan Sect, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce...the devil's followers no longer hide themselves, but enter the world with a high profile, spreading noise and madness until there is no boundary between illusion and reality.

Borrog thought that the rise of the Night Clan was crazy enough, until even the devil could no longer hide himself.

"Lady!" Tino shouted, "Great lady!"

He sensed the great existence and shed tears excitedly. As a fanatical believer, everything at the moment was a great gift to him. But the next second, his carnival singing stopped abruptly. Seeing countless arms protruding from the bloody water, they tightly grasped Tino's body.

Then tear off large chunks of flesh and blood.

Tino wailed in pain, but his screams could not prevent the tragedy from happening at all. More and more arms grabbed him, dragging him into the bloody water little by little.

There were sounds of tearing, gnawing, chewing... It was as if there were countless hungry monsters lurking under the blood. They were feasting on Tino's body, stripping his flesh and blood, breaking his bones into pieces and sucking them dry.

Boluogo looked at this scene indifferently. This was not the first time he had seen the madness of the Orangutan Sect. As for Tino's fate, he had nothing to sympathize with.

"Is this blood a sacrifice for your coming?"

Borrogo asked, "Just like the original sin you represent, things corresponding to your desires will guide you."

Opening the suitcase, Bologo pulled out the pitch-black Bite. With the ether amplified, this deadly blade was enough to cut through any substance... Bologo had not yet tried to split a devil with it.

Dense bubbles emerged from the bloody water and burst, making a gurgling sound. In this realm full of terror, a pile of skeletons composed of scarlet bone marrow emerged from the bloody water.

They adhered to the muscle tissue to form terrifying skeletons. The bones showed a soft, flexible and slender shape, waving their blood-red arms and making a low murmur, as if they were chanting an evil curse.

Under the crazy atmosphere, high-concentration ether accumulated here, and Boluogo even had a strange sense of detachment, as if the church he was in had been stripped away from reality by the power of the devil and abandoned to the In the etheric realm.

On the high platform of skulls, Boluogo saw the lady covered in blood. She was entangled by these skeletons, as if she was being tortured and threatened by them, and also seemed to be worshiped by them.

Blood flowed from her body and woven into bright red clothes. She slowly raised her head, and countless faces flashed on her face.

Devils are all like this. They never have a specific face or shape. They change more based on the inner desires of the observer. However, some devils will choose someone with certain characteristics because of their personality and other factors. form.

For example, astronauts.

"Mr. Borogo Lazarus," the lady said, "we meet again."

She slowly walked down the skull platform, stepped on the blood-water mirror, and approached step by step, dragging a gorgeous crimson robe behind her, along with the rich smell of blood that filled the surroundings.

"The frequency of your appearances in the world is getting higher and higher," Boluogo said calmly, "In fact, even your images have become more concrete... Your influence on the material world has become greater, and you have even become more and more independent. Free from the shackles of the country?"

The etheric realm is slowly overlapping with the material realm. As the ether concentration increases, these monsters bound in the etheric realm will gain more power in the material realm.

“I can’t get rid of it completely, but I can still manage a meeting like this,” the woman said.

Boluogo was silent for a moment and suddenly raised his hand. At his command, the wall beside him instantly collapsed and a crack appeared. What appeared behind the crack was not a familiar town, but a turbid darkness. , and the flashing arc glare in the darkness.

Seeing this scene, Boluogo felt much more relaxed, "We are not in the material world."

The lady laughed, knowing that she would not be able to fool Bologger. Boluoge also smiled slightly awkwardly and became a little nervous.

In the past years, the devils' direct interference in the material world had little impact. Even if they made some progress, they only created a land where they could exert their power. But with the overlap of the two worlds, the concentration of ether has increased. Ascension, the devils undoubtedly gain more power.

It is true that the Lady cannot completely descend to the material world, but she can extract part of the material world and sublime the entire area into the etheric world.

Now this church is located between the material world and the etheric world.

"What do you want to do? Madam." Bologo took a deep breath.

"Nothing, I just came to meet my enemy. After all, our conflict is getting more and more acute. There is almost no room for adjustment. Maybe we will draw swords against each other next time we meet."

"Oh? I thought we were mortal enemies all along."

Even in the face of the devil, Boluogo still maintained his strength. Anyway, this was not the first time he had done this.

"There are no absolute mortal enemies, there are just entanglements of interests," the lady said, "I think I..."

"Shut up."

Burlogo snapped, rejecting all of the lady's proposals flatly.

"Are you sure you don't want to hear it?"

The lady was not angry at Boluogo's offense. She continued to walk forward, with strands of black hair falling from her temples and sliding across her forehead. Her face had no expression, as if it were a piece of white paper. , this situation is like a ghostly performance.

"What are you listening to? I've heard enough of your nonsense." Bologo said.

The woman simply said, "Leviathan cannot be trusted."

"Mammon has said this before," Bologg shook his head, "He is not trustworthy, how can you be trustworthy?"

"We do deserve to be trusted in some necessary situations."

The lady confessed to Boluogo, "A new round of disputes has begun. We want to defeat Leviathan, but he is much more difficult than we thought, so I hope to make progress with you."

As Leviathan's chosen one, Bologo occupies a crucial position in the dispute.

"Kill me? Or imprison me?"

Bologg was not surprised by this development. Having faced danger so many times, Bologg's nerves were almost numb.

"No, no, no, how could it be?"

The lady's hand was placed on her chest, outlining her curves. She came closer, getting closer and closer, and then stopped. Suddenly, her breath hit her face, like a breath of blood, which made people addicted to it. , many strange hallucinations could not help but appear in my mind.

"External pressure will only bring you closer together," the woman said. "I want to tell you some secrets, some secrets about Leviathan."

"for example?"

"For example, Leviathan almost defeated everyone and became the only king of devils."

Boluogo's heart was a little heavy. He had thought about the power of Leviathan among the devils, but he did not expect it to be like this.

"Admit it, Boluogo, rather than deciding on the only devil king, the situation in which we conquer each other is more suitable for human survival, isn't it?"

The lady continued, "Once there is a unified and absolute will, and under the premise that the etheric world and the material world overlap, will you have any chance of winning?"

Boluogo suddenly thought of the fight between the holders of the Origin Sin Arms, and what was the difference between the champion they decided and the King of Devils.

Unification is not a good choice, nor is division. The wills carrying the power are full of contradictions and distortions.

"You want me to betray Leviathan?" Borlog asked.

"I don't think I can convince you that easily."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"But I believe in you. I believe that you will make the right decision after knowing some information... In other words, you will take the initiative to betray Leviathan."

Boluogo suddenly laughed and said sarcastically, "Why do you think I will be loyal to Leviathan?"

This sentence stopped the lady. She didn't expect Bologg to say such a sentence. Then she wanted to say something else, but found that the surrounding ether was escaping at high speed.

Boluogo's eyes shone with light. Under his command, the surrounding ether escaped at high speed like a tide, converging towards the void area. Countless energies fluctuated, exuding a faint white light, and vented.

Bologo was not of the original school and could not learn etheric silence and etheric restraint. However, as he became familiar with the secret power and the command of dominion, Bologo found that he could artificially create a weakened etheric vacuum on another level.

Order all ethers to flee!

The power of control becomes stronger, and they burst out strong energy fluctuations in the air. As the flow rate of ether continues to increase, these fluctuations suddenly form a strong suction force, drawing the surrounding air into it, along the It was thrown towards the outside world through the gap broken by Boluogo.

Like a torrent that broke a dam, the ether in the room was drained out in the blink of an eye, and the rise of the material world in the area was forcibly interrupted. Without the support of the ether, the foundation of reality fell towards the material world again.

The lady suddenly felt the pressure coming from all around. As the ether was driven away and the church returned to reality, the laws of the material world were resisting the lady's existence and trying to expel her.

Seeing this, the lady just smiled and said, "You always bring surprises to me, Boluogo."

Boluogo suddenly stepped forward, and a swift slash fell instantly. The pitch-black sword body was like an abyss, swallowing up the mind that was looking directly at the blade.

A thin drop of blood suddenly seeped out from the woman's smooth neck, and the next moment her entire head fell into the blood, and the skull platform also collapsed.

The blood boiled and evaporated rapidly, swallowing everything together. When it dried up, there was nothing left on the ground, whether it was the remains of the bench or the severed limbs of the corpse, there was nothing left. Only the bloody smell was left.

Boluoge withdrew his resentment. This was not the first time he had offended the devil. In the eyes of others, the crazy slashing was only natural to Boluogo.

"What do you think of her words..." Aimu asked in a low voice.

"There's truth and there's fiction," Bologg said. "I never doubt Leviathan's ambitions, but so do they."

"but……"

Boluogo slowly turned around and looked at the dying York. He raised his hand and cut his palm open. The blood dripped down and flowed into York's throat.

"I think her real purpose is to kill Tino and keep the secret."

"Um?"

"I guess she didn't expect that her followers would meet me here. As Tino said, they must be thinking of ways to release the evil in this world."

"What do we do next?"

This kind of thing is too complicated for Aimu. Sometimes she feels that she is good as a backup battery.

"Next," Boluogo said, looking at York who was lying on the ground, "let's wait until he wakes up."

"It's really strange. Although the Night Clan is very active, they don't have the courage to approach Oath City Opos, but now there is such a Night Clan in Greystone Town."

During several months of fighting, Boluogo accumulated a lot of experience with the Night Clan. "What makes me even more confused is that every Night Clan is a walking source of plague. When you find a Night Clan, He might have given blood to give birth to more Night Clan, or even a large number of bloodthirsty people."

Recalling his brief experience in Greystone Town, Bologger became even more confused.

"But this town is very clean. It seems like there is only one night tribe."

Boluogo couldn't figure out what was going on with York. Didn't he give blood to anyone? This sounds too contradictory to the nature of the Night Clan.

But...the world itself is contradictory.