Endless Debt

After the carnival, in the lonely and quiet Undead Club, Serei sneaked out and ran behind the bar, pouring himself a drink while finding some food to fill his stomach.

Serei has been deliberately hiding himself for a while, and even has to stagger his meals with other people. He has had enough of the distractions in the world and just wants to enjoy this comfortable retirement life.

"It's endless," Sere complained in a low voice, "They have all been swept into the shadow of history, why not sleep completely?"

Sere is naturally talking about the Night Clan. They have disappeared for nearly a hundred years, but they have returned in this era.

"Has the seal of the Land of Eternal Night been lifted?"

Sere guessed, but he immediately thought, "So what if it is lifted? After nearly a hundred years, how many people are still alive?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Sere dreamed about what happened in the Land of Eternal Night.

Sere's contemplation did not last long before he was shattered by cruel and bloody fantasies.

"Eternal blood tax..."

Sere whispered, his eyes full of solemnity. For Sere, this was an extremely ominous word, and even now, he did not want to face it.

In his disgust, the door of the Undead Club suddenly opened. The sound was so loud that Se Lei was startled and hid under the bar.

Sere doesn't want to meet anyone now.

Footsteps sounded, and it sounded like the other person was injured, staggering a little, and then came thick blood, as if the person had just walked out of the slaughterhouse.

Sere smelled a familiar smell in the blood. Not long ago, the blood of the strange Night Clan and... Boluogo's.

Sere quickly stood up from under the bar and saw a dying figure standing in front of the bar with difficulty, holding a sword.

Boluogo lost one arm, one leg was bent strangely, and half of his body collapsed, as if he had just experienced a fatal car accident.

As Sere watched, Bologo vomited out a large amount of blood, mixed with minced meat, as if his internal organs were already a mass of mud.

He raised his head with difficulty, and an even more terrifying face appeared in front of Sere's eyes. He saw that most of Boluogo's cheeks had disappeared, revealing bloody bones, and his scalp was torn apart, and his dark hair was stuck like maggots. on it.

Sere covered his mouth and almost vomited it out. Boluogo smiled strangely at Sere, completely lost his strength and consciousness, and fell straight to the ground, splattering blood.

"ah!"

Sere was stunned for a moment, then screamed loudly.

…

Ever since Boluogo embarked on the road of condensation and gradually became stronger, he has rarely died so completely. Until this time, the regent shattered Boluogo's illusions and told Boluogo with his absolute strength. Ge, the gap between them.

"The Glorious One?"

In a gray wilderness, Boluogo was in a daze, imagining that the glorious ones were so powerful, so what would the legendary crowned one look like.

Borogo could not imagine it.

Standing up and patting the dust off his body, Boluogo raised his head and saw the blue planet hanging high above his head.

After admiring it for a while, Boluogo withdrew his gaze and said, "What do you think about the rise of the Night Clan?"

"How else can you look at it? It's just that they have become unscrupulous in order to win in disputes."

A dull voice came from the side, and the astronaut walked slowly towards Boluogo with bloated steps, "The Dawn War severely damaged his vitality, and the wrath of the scorched earth consumed all his resources. After this During that time, he had been trying to regroup an army, but unfortunately, times have changed."

The astronaut commented unceremoniously about his blood relative.

"He was like a wounded giant whale, swallowed up completely by us bloodthirsty sharks. If the alliance between me and Belphegor hadn't frightened Beelzebub and the others, they wouldn't have allowed him to return. Human world.”

Burlogo performed a simple process of elimination and asked directly, "Is it the sin of pride?"

The astronaut's voice was full of respect, "Yes, they were once the most powerful among us."

After experiencing so much, Boluogo felt that he had become paranoid, so he couldn't help but ask, "I guess the Dawn War was also designed by you, right?"

Boluogo stared at the astronaut's golden mask, "You maintain an abnormal balance between you and never let any devil dominate."

Hoarse laughter sounded from under the heavy space suit, and the astronaut seemed to acquiesce to Boluogo's words.

The Sin of Pride had become extremely powerful, so the Dawn War ended his rule. After that, the astronauts gained the power to end the strife, so the Fall of the Holy City destroyed everything for him.

Think about that long history again... The devils have had countless opportunities to decide the only winner, but due to various factors, they would rather suffer eternal torture than anyone to win.

Boluogo suddenly felt that the devil was quite pitiful, struggling feebly in the hot oil.

"The ridge of the mountains, I guess that's the Gate of Origin, right?" Bologo then added, "You lied to me, the Gate of Origin is never important."

The Gate of Origin is the place where the ether originally descended. But as the ether merges and becomes closely connected with the entire world, Boluogo has realized that closing the Gate of Origin is an impossible task.

Neither devils nor humans can allow extraordinary extinction.

"Not important, but important," the astronaut said, "once it's fully turned on..."

"So, what I need to do is not to close the door of origin, but to control this door, and then control the distance between the etheric world and the material world, to find a perfect balance point."

Bologo thought quickly, and the astronaut was very satisfied. For this reason, he then asked, "Do you think you have the ability to do it? Balance the two worlds."

"I can't do it, but someone might."

"who?"

"King Solomon."

The astronaut walked around Boluogo. He did not expect that Boluogo would mention King Solomon at this time.

"He's dead," the astronaut said.

"But his legacy remains."

"Do you think the knowledge he left behind can help you?"

"I don't know. His legacy is like a surprise blind box. Who can know what is hidden inside?" Bologo paused and continued, "But judging from what you did when the Holy City fell, Look, you are afraid of King Solomon... He may actually have found a way to defeat you."

The astronaut said, "Is it possible that he discovered some secrets that we deliberately concealed?"

Boluogo stared at the astronaut, his own face reflected on the golden mirror, "Are you hinting at something?"

"Arouse my curiosity, let me explore that heritage, and indirectly achieve a certain purpose of yours?" Boluogo couldn't help but clenched his fists.

The astronaut did not respond, but remained silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something. He thought for a long time, but could not find an answer, and finally said to Boluogo calmly.

"Come on, Borogo."

Bologo couldn't understand the astronaut's words. At this time, the astronaut took a step forward and stretched out his broad palm. After hesitating for a moment, Bologo also stretched out his hand and shook it with the astronaut.

"Once intelligent life lives for too long, will it become insane?"

The astronaut's inexplicable actions reminded Bologg of the regents just now. These people seemed to act with great principles, but in fact they felt quite crazy.

Bologg hates crazy people. They are difficult to control and will always break Bologg's plans.

The astronaut said, "We have just lived too long. The so-called ethics and morals can no longer restrain us, so we have become whatever we want."

Bologg felt that something was wrong with the astronaut, which was completely different from his usual mysterious state. Then Bologg noticed the tiny gaps all over the spacesuit.

This spacesuit seemed to be collapsing, with dense cracks opening under the fabric, and gas escaping from it, making a faint whistling sound.

"I know what I said is unbelievable, but I still want you to know, Boluogo."

The astronaut let go of Burlogo's hand.

"forward."

In an instant, the familiar feeling of detachment reappeared, and Boluogo's consciousness began to dissipate, escaping from this void. The color on his body gradually faded, as if fading, leaving only grayish white.

Borogo left, but in his place he left a gray corpse, like an insect shedding its skin.

Until this moment, Boluogo was truly dead.

Then come to life.

Humming a distant melody, the astronaut picked up the gray corpse, walked to the crater, and kicked it down. After a brief roll, the corpse merged into the mountain of corpses filling the bottom of the crater.

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

Astronauts saluted the endless corpses.

After finishing these things, he walked towards the other end of the void. As he moved forward, he raised his hand from time to time and looked at the spacesuit that was about to be damaged.

The astronaut complained in a low voice, "I don't have much time left."

This spacesuit is not only a treasure that he imitated, but also a nearly perfect alchemical weapon. Its function is also very simple. It is just used as a container to completely wrap and hide the power of Leviathan.

He had been hiding for so long that his blood relatives were terrified of him.

The astronaut suddenly said, "Asmodeus."

After a brief period of silence, a gorgeous figure appeared in front of the astronaut's eyes. However, the figure was a little more twisted and distorted than usual at this moment, like an uncertain image on a television.

The astronaut asked, "Are you hurt?"

Devils are the embodiment of strength. They will not shed tears, let alone bleed. Swords cannot leave any marks on their bodies, and they will naturally not suffer any injuries.

But they still grow weak in the midst of strife.

"My train was attacked by the disobedient royal court," Asmodeus said. "They destroyed several carriages, and my strength was also damaged."

The astronaut nodded gently, and the devil's power was reflected in the material world, causing both prosperity and loss, just as the sin of pride quickly became weak after the collapse of the Evernight Empire.

"The three of them have joined together. Judging from the strength on the scene, we are not their opponent."

Asmodeus commented unceremoniously, "You hide in this void and rarely walk in the world. Belphegor simply hid in the reclamation room, and the power he possessed was only a few. poet."

The more he talked, the angrier Asmode became. At present, in this alliance, the only ones with certain mobility in the material world were her Zongge Orchestra.

But her enemies are the King's Secret Sword, the Orangutan Sect, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, and the Disobedient Royal Court... not to mention those potential ones.

"Please calm down, my blood relative, I know that you have contributed a lot during this period," the astronaut excused himself, "I did not sit back and watch your strength being consumed, I was also taking action."

"You mean, your action is to guide that Bologna Lazarus to dig out King Solomon's legacy?"

When King Solomon was mentioned, Asmodeus became a little nervous and angry, "Are you crazy?"

The astronaut laughed twice as if to relieve his embarrassment.

"No, I'm busy with other things."

"for example?"

“Like wooing that swinging guy.”

The astronaut continued, "I guess Beelzebub is also trying to win over him. He is like the last weight. No matter which side he is placed on, it will completely tip the situation over."

Asmodeus softly called the name of the sin of wrath, "Samuel..."

Mentioning the Eye of Eternal Wrath, Asmodeus couldn't help but show a little envy in his eyes. Because of the authority he held, the Eye of Eternal Wrath never controlled its own power in the material world.

All fighting and bloodshed in the material world are sacrifices to the Eye of Eternal Wrath.

Asmodeus was only envious for a moment, and then she came to her senses. All power had a price, and even Asmodeus, who was also a devil, was a little afraid of the price of the sin of rage.

No one wants to live in a hazy state like a beast that only knows how to kill.

The astronaut said, "As our struggle gradually intensifies, he will gain more and more power. I must get ahead of Beelzebub and the others and pull him into our camp."

Asmodeus doubted, "Are you sure you can do it? He has been sleeping for so long."

The astronaut was confident and responded, "If you can't win him over, then eliminate him completely."

Asmodeus's expression froze. She never thought that the astronaut would say such a thing.

"Don't look at me with that look. This is a dispute, so it's normal for someone to get out of the dispute, isn't it?"

There was a weird smile in the astronaut's words, and bits of dark particles spilled out from under the split fabric, and penetrated into the depths of the space suit along the cracks. All that could be seen was pure black tar, as if it was flowing out after the world became sick. Pus.

"My dear blood relative, you need to correct your mentality."

The astronaut ordered.

"This is a life-and-death dispute."