Endless Debt

Boluogo took a long breath to relieve the exhaustion and pressure in his heart. It is not an easy task to order flesh and blood to self-destruct. In addition to the huge consumption of ether, the burden on the spirit is also extremely heavy.

It can be said that while issuing instructions, Boluogo has to control the ether, wield a thousand knives against every inch of flesh and blood, and carefully chop it into mud, leaving no remaining pieces, and this process is not gradual. , but simultaneously within an instant.

Boluogo's whole body felt a lot sluggish, his eyelids became heavy, and he felt sleepy, but he still had enough energy to observe the sea of ​​​​blood that was gradually calming down.

With the help of the burning fire, Boluogo saw the darkness clearly. Endless blood was evenly piled at the bottom of the pit, forming a quiet blood lake.

Looking at such a huge lake of blood, Boluoge felt slightly uneasy. You must know that every time the lady appears, she emerges from such blood.

It seems that for that lady, she can freely shuttle among the flesh and blood of believers. To her, every fanatical believer of the Orangutan Sect is a moving altar of flesh and blood, and they can sacrifice themselves at any time to make her come.

Compared to other devils, the lady appears in the material world a little too frequently. She is very active, but it is precisely because of her being so active that she can organize such a powerful force in the material world.

Forgetting this annoying enemy for the moment, Bologo continued to think about his decomposition of matter. With the blessing of infinite narrowness, his secret energy tendency could infinitely descend towards the microscopic level, so he could do it... To control the soul?

This does not sound impossible, as long as you can soak the other person's soul with your own ether. You must know that in the theories of scholars, the soul is also regarded as an extremely pure ether to a certain extent.

But...but the golden soul is unfettered. This is an iron law that even the devil cannot break, and this also conflicts with Boluogo's own thoughts.

It seems that controlling the soul is still only a theory for the time being. He is still a long way from this step, so he would settle for second best and control this flesh and blood monster to self-destruct. Ge may be able to focus his next research on the microscopic collapse of flesh and blood.

Instead of causing flesh and blood to burst and organs to explode, what about making them self-destruct in the structure of tissue cells at a more narrow level?

Boluogo tried to imagine that scene. Silently, flesh and blood lost the ability to connect to each other. It was like being chopped into pieces at the cellular level by hundreds of millions of sharp knives, and annihilated like smoke... This sounded a bit strange. Possibly, but Borogo can take his time trying.

Start by annihilating a tiny thing.

Just when Boluogo was immersed in his own thoughts, ripples suddenly appeared on the calm blood lake, as if something was gestating in it, and then a huge translucent embryo surfaced, roaring The sound of heartbeat echoed in it.

Boluogo's eyes changed slightly, and at the same time he noticed that the walls of the deep pit also began to turn into flesh, turning into a squirming, mucus-covered stomach wall.

The Flesh Plague is much more difficult than Boluogo imagined. With the self-collapse just now, Boluogo only destroyed its form and did not affect its essential changes.

Nature?

All extraordinary existences are based on the foundation of ether. In comparison, the best way to suppress the plague of flesh and blood is the prohibition and silence of ether. But just like the Silent Defense Line against the beast that eats the crowd, this is only suppression, not complete destroy it.

While Boluogo was thinking, as the ripples spread, the strange creature in the embryo was also changing. It absorbed the flesh and blood around it and began to grow crazily by devouring "self", from a vague creature to a... With a clear shape, the lines and spots on its body become more and more obvious, and it seems to be exuding some kind of magic.

Tearing the membrane on the embryo, the twisted monster roared, causing the entire blood lake to ripple violently, and the blood rain danced wildly, coming like a violent storm.

But before Boluogo could take action, scorching air currents swept in from above, and the bright light quickly amplified. The next moment, blazing fireballs descended, accompanied by the harsh crackling sound of sparks and the blazing breath. They were like Like divine punishment, they all hit the twisted monster.

At the moment of collision, bright sparks flew everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

A familiar figure descended from the pit, and the processing team arrived faster than Boluogo imagined.

"We meet again, Boluogo."

A cold voice sounded, and after the bolide, several figures landed quickly. Boluogo controlled the surrounding rock walls in time and created a circular platform for the group of people to settle down.

Boluogo took a closer look and realized that he knew this group of people, the ninth group of the field department, the atheists. In the functional division, they were the devil action group. They had dealt with many extraordinary disasters related to the devil. The cooperation of the Observation Tower can enable them to be quickly released through the Winding Path Gate. Therefore, they were sent to deal with this matter, as Bologo expected.

"Team Carnegie."

Bologg nodded gently. When he first met Carnegie, Bologg was still a newcomer and a newcomer. Now he is a powerful person and leader of the action team on an equal footing with Carnegie. .

"You did a good job in controlling this disaster in time and not letting it expand."

Carnegie glanced at the blood lake below. The newly regenerated flesh and blood creature was smashed into pieces by the bolide. The broken flesh struggled hard, but was burned into charcoal by the fire.

The other members of Group 9 were high above the Blood Lake. Before arriving at the scene, they passed through the special equipment of the Logistics Department. Everyone was carrying a huge gas tank. When the switch was pressed, the flamethrower fired out huge streaks. The fire snake, while burning away the flesh and blood, also directly heated the blood lake to boiling point.

The gas burned by the fireworks is a special gas from the sublimation furnace core, so the fire ignited also has extraordinary characteristics, showing strong suppression against the flesh and blood plague.

The most obvious reaction is that the transformation of the rock wall into flesh gradually slowed down until it completely stopped. Large chunks of flesh and blood were peeled off from the four walls, revealing the essence of the rock.

The flames were about to burn out the air, and Boluogo's chest felt a little tight, and the feeling of suffocation kept coming.

"Leave first."

Carnegie patted Burrowgo on the shoulder, and Burrowgo nodded, then asked, "What should you do next?"

"Keep burning, burn everything out, drain it of all its vitality," Carnegie replied.

There was a bit of confusion in Boluogo's eyes, "I tried to destroy it before, and I did, but it came back to life..."

"You didn't really kill it, you just defeated its form." Carnegie glanced at the tumbling flesh and blood below. "To deal with such an extreme thing, you need to completely obliterate its essence."

Billowing black smoke surged from the charred flesh, almost blocking everyone's vision.

Bologg tasted Carnegie's words, and soon Bologg understood what he meant. Bologg only killed the form and did not destroy its extraordinary characteristics. As long as this characteristic is still there, it can still Convert matter into flesh.

Its essence needs to be erased.

The essence of all transcendent properties is ether.

"The ether that governs it."

With these words in mind, Boluogo stopped lingering and stretched out his silver hands in all directions. Like a giant spider, he quickly climbed along the rock wall until he drilled out the deep pit he dug.

By this time, the sky had become clear. Bologger was once worried that dealing with the Flesh Plague would cause large-scale panic among the residents of Greystone Town. However, when he stood on the street, the entire Greystone Town was extremely quiet, as if everyone was still asleep. .

Closing his eyes, Boluogo easily noticed another powerful etheric reaction. Like himself, the other party was also a person with power. He opened his eyes and looked around. On the tallest clock tower in the town, Boluogo saw That tall figure.

The opponent should be the person in charge of the Ethereal School. The nature of the secret power may be related to the control of sleep. She made all ordinary people within the range fall into a deep sleep to avoid seeing this horrific scene.

In addition, many field staff arrived at the scene. Just like the procedure that Boluogo was familiar with, they set up irrelevant cordons and surveyed the surrounding situation.

Soon after, the ninth group of people also evacuated from the pit. They found a giant oil tank from nowhere, dumped dozens of tons of fuel into the pit, and ignited a raging fire.

Like a volcano erupting, the erupting flames rushed out from the bottom of the pit, spitting out tongues of flame nearly tens of meters high, and thick black smoke shot straight into the sky.

"It's like a bonfire party...but it's daytime."

Looking at this scene, such a ridiculous idea emerged in Boluoge's heart.

Handing the scene to the ninth group, Bologg set off and returned to the chapel, where Aimu was waiting for Bologg, with York, who was tied up upside down, beside him.

In order to prevent York from being exposed to direct sunlight, Aimu also thoughtfully wrapped him tightly in black cloth. As for the weird bramble lock, it was hung on the side. Without drinking blood, it It's no different from an ordinary chain.

"Is it solved?" Aimu asked when he saw Boluoge coming back.

"Well, it went very smoothly," Bologo said. "It was controlled in a timely manner and the disaster was minimized."

After experiencing more, such catastrophes became lighter and lighter in front of Boluo Ge.

Boluogo glanced at York who was lying on the ground and said, "Now the ninth team is dealing with the follow-up. We just need to take him back to the Order Bureau."

"It's already daytime." Aimu reminded.

"I know I know."

As he spoke, Borogo took out the Key to the Winding Path, inserted it into the door lock on one side, and then opened a turbid darkness that led directly to the Undead Club.

"let's go."

Boluogo picked up York and walked directly into the darkness.

When the vision became clear again, Boluogo had arrived at the Undead Club. This time there was no one in the Undead Club. Everyone might be sleeping or looking for fun elsewhere.

Boluogo had no time to say hello to others. Now he was eager to bring York back to the Bureau of Order and let the people in the Crow's Nest interrogate him carefully to see if he could get some useful information.

As for York himself outside of work... Bologger thinks York is quite interesting. There are very few night tribesmen who can resist the effects of blood thirst, let alone people like York who know nothing about it.

Under Bologna's slightly weird values, he recognized people like York very much. He was born to do some bad jobs, such as field clerks.

If given the chance, Burlogo would be willing to write a letter of recommendation to York.

"With this short distance, he shouldn't be exposed to the sun."

Boluogo said and turned around to leave, with Aimu following closely behind him. However, what the two of them did not notice was that the dark cloth was already full of blood. As the two of them moved, a few drops gathered in the Together, it dripped, leaving a dark red blood stain on the ground that Bode had carefully cleaned.

After closing the door, the Undead Club fell into silence again. After a while, a figure staggered out of the stairwell. He was naked and only wore a pair of underpants. He looked like he had just woken up. Have some water.

Serre skillfully got into the bar and poured himself a full glass of wine. Since the troublesome incident of the rise of the night clan began, the alcohol in his blood has been in a state of exceeding the standard almost every moment.

He tried hard to numb his spirit and avoid his problems, and in fact he was very successful in doing so.

After drinking more alcohol, Sere scratched his head and prepared to return to his room, take a nap, and continue his dream. He finally dreamed of the beautiful things in the past, but it couldn't end like this.

But when he got out of the bar and was about to walk towards the stairwell, a faint scent of blood in the air attracted Sere's attention. As a Night Clan, he is extremely sensitive to blood.

If it were ordinary blood, Sere wouldn't pay much attention at all, but this time, he smelled a familiar smell in the blood.

A sweet, wonderful smell.

As if recalling some good memories, Serei froze on the spot, his eyes a little divergent, as if looking into the distance, but soon, he recovered from this trance state, without any sleepiness.

"what happened?"

Sere frowned and looked around, unable to figure out where this anomaly came from. You must know that the Undead Club is isolated from the world in terms of power, and it is difficult for any outside influence to really affect this place.

Just when Serei was confused, his sole suddenly slipped and his whole body fell hard to the ground, causing him to groan in pain.

When he got up, he saw the long, scar-like blood stain.

A familiar and sweet blood flow came from it.

Sere murmured, "Pure blood?"