Endless Debt

In the eyes of many people, Bologo is a ruthless executioner who easily takes the lives of his people, but in fact, Bologo respects the concept of life very much.

For Boluogo, who has experienced the wrath of the scorched earth, the so-called life has extremely strong resilience and perseverance, like an undefeatable iron man or the thin grass growing from the cliff.

"Should I lament the greatness of life?"

Boluogo roared while splitting open the living corpses that stood up again along the way. The fragments of the corpses flew, and countless pale maggots squirmed under the broken bones and shriveled flesh. They broke away from the bones and scraped in the air. White dust arose, and then it was burned up by rolling fireworks.

The poisonous bees roared over, and the diamond-shaped shield rotated at high speed, cutting them to pieces like a lawnmower. They burst one by one like berries, and dark green venom fell in pieces, like a drizzle of light rain.

Diamond-shaped shields intertwined in the sky above Boluogo. The moment the venom came into contact with the metal, there was a fierce corrosion sound, and dense dents were instantly burned on the smooth metal surface.

"These alchemical creatures have actually adapted to this hellish place by relying on the evils of this world!" Aimu also screamed in Boluogo's mind.

In this extreme environment, the alchemical creatures relied on their biological instincts to survive here. The huge hives of flesh and blood above their heads were swaying slightly. Boluogo guessed that they were filled with venom. The flesh and blood that numbs the evil in this world makes it ignore the life that exists here. Maybe the poisonous bees will regularly sacrifice flesh and blood to it to gain a living space.

As for the worms that control corpses, their existence is even simpler, relying on the only shriveled flesh and blood left on these corpses.

The scene in front of him made Boluogo feel amazed and disgusted at the same time. Life was indeed beautiful, but Boluogo found it difficult to accept these ghost things in front of him.

The diamond-shaped shield changed shape in Boluogo's hands, and within a few seconds it extended into a curved and sharp spear. The red mercury completely covered the spearhead, smearing it like a bloody scar.

Aether increases and is released with full force.

Bologo gathered his strength and fired like a giant cannon, throwing out a roaring explosion that swept through the banquet hall. The iron spear pierced the air and easily penetrated into the hive of flesh and blood with a sonorous sound like a sonic boom. .

The flesh and blood trembled under the violent impact, making a strange pulsating sound. The thick flesh and blood began to reveal an orange-red light, as if breathing violently, and the dense blood-colored holes were repeatedly enlarging and shrinking, and there was a trace of blazing heat. breath.

The next moment, orange-red light was like a burning flame, igniting in the flesh and blood holes, reflecting the entire flesh and blood hive.

The flesh and blood hive began to expand, and a huge pressure quickly accumulated. Finally, when the orange-red light was as bright as fire, the huge flesh and blood hive completely exploded and exploded.

Boluogo skillfully raised the diamond-shaped shield to protect his body. The fragments of flesh and blood mixed with venom and blood turned into a blasphemous heavy rain and fell, eroding everything that touched it.

Even the standing living corpses were no exception. The corrosive venom made their already broken bodies even more fragile. The worms crawled out of the bones as if they were fleeing, but the corrosive blood on the ground gave them no chance to escape. Space, the remaining living zombies were eyeing Boluogo. They tried to get close to Boluogo, but suddenly they all froze in place, unable to move.

Boluogo raised his hand and maintained a grasping motion. The poisonous bee swarm was somewhat troublesome for Boluogo, but these living corpses were much easier to deal with.

Secret energy·Government edict.

In the face of Boluogo's powerful secret energy, all lives that do not have the critical protection of the Moment Soul will be subject to his will, and the same is true for the living corpses.

Slowly clenching their fists, the bodies of the living corpses also collapsed and squeezed into a ball little by little with harsh and sharp friction sounds. The worms hidden inside were not spared, they were crushed and crushed. Broken, juice dripped from the cracks.

The manic banquet hall became quiet again, but the illusion of the past had completely disappeared, leaving only a dilapidated mess.

"There should be nothing to explore here," Bologg looked around and crushed a poisonous bee that was not dead yet. "We have to find the next door."

"I hope this badge can be of some use, otherwise if I explore bit by bit, I don't know how long it will take to find it." Aimu suggested.

The exploration time of the two was limited. As they wandered leisurely in Remgateton, battles broke out one after another in the Abandoned Land and the Greystone Rift.

The Disobedient Royal Court and the Orang Fu Sect are aggressively attacking this place.

"hope so."

As he spoke, Bologe took off the badge and looked at it carefully again. This time, Bologe found a row of uneven marks on the back of the badge. He carefully wiped off the dust on it, and Bologe identified it from among them. A name was given.

"Sachen Grama."

This was the name of the owner of the badge. At this time, Boluogo went to look for the withered bones, and unexpectedly found that in the series of battles just now, it was not damaged or controlled by worms.

The long table and chairs were destroyed, and Sachin's body was overturned by the air waves. At this time, its body was sitting under a column, still holding hands, but this time its hands were holding Two broken hand bones.

Bologo could barely imagine that scene. The holy city was in complete war, and it was only a matter of time before the high wall was breached. However, these scholars did not flee, but chose to die with the city and King Solomon.

Sachin should be the most noble among these people. He held the last supper in the banquet hall, holding hands with other scholars and saying the last prayer.

"They didn't starve to death."

Bologg said in a strange way, as if inspired, Bologg continued, "I have seen really hungry people, Aimu, in the trenches, we were often hungry and wanted to catch mice to eat, but these people are different. "

Turning his head to look at the messy banquet hall, Boluogo recalled the details just now, "Their bodies were so neat, and there was no fight between them before they died..."

"Either they died somewhere else and their bodies were moved here, holding hands, or they sat here together, holding hands, and died at the same moment."

Aimu followed Boluogo's conjecture and said, she couldn't help feeling a little chilled, "Whether the truth is the former or the latter, this looks like some kind of sacrificial ceremony."

"Saqin..."

Boluogo thought about this name. As the supreme power here, it was Saqin who dominated everything in the banquet hall. What on earth was he going to do at that time?

Can't figure it out.

Boluogo squatted down. He wanted to examine Saqin's body carefully, but the years eventually wore away the last bit of its existence. With a crackling sound, the decayed bones collapsed and turned into a field of gray. dust.

"well……"

Boluogo sighed quietly, tightened his grip on the badge, and pinned it on his collar again.

Click, click...

The clear sound of water droplets sounded, followed by the deep reverberation caused by the squirming of some giant thing. Bologg looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bloody hive appearing on the vault after the flesh hive exploded. The big hole, the charred flesh and blood drooped down like hanging internal organs, and the sticky blood flowed down and turned into a slender water column.

If this alone was not enough to arouse Boluogo's vigilance, in his perception, as the hive's flesh and blood disappeared, the paralyzing toxins were also burned away, and the huge monster finally noticed the body after many years. This little piece of shit.

"What the hell!"

Amid Boluogo's exclamation, the rapidly proliferating flesh squeezed open the gap in the vault and scrambled into the banquet hall.

The scarlet flesh formed huge tentacles several meters long. The tentacles were entangled with each other and twisted flexibly. They greedily plundered any organic matter that could be touched, whether it was the corpse of a poisonous bee or a rotting bone. The tentacles grasp tightly, and they quickly break down the remaining nutrients and absorb them.

In the blink of an eye, the huge sarcoma replaced the original honeycomb of flesh and blood. Without thinking, Boluogo turned around and ran away. He knew full well how vital the evil in this world was, and fighting it was a complete waste of energy.

"Where are you going?"

Aimu asked nervously. She found that Boluogo did not continue to look for the next door, but ran wildly in the direction he came from.

"Since every door is a door with a winding path, then, for those of us who have no authority before, it may just be randomly transmitted within a certain range, just like a tourist attraction, with only a small part open to us!"

Boluogo explained to Aimu while running wildly, "But now that we have Saqin's badge and his authority, these doors should be able to send us directly to the corresponding door, such as Saqin's personal research room. !”

The door in front of him was getting closer and closer, and the twisted flesh and blood behind him was like a scarlet wave, rolling towards Boluogo. Boluogo reached out and touched the badge on his collar, and whispered, "A person of your level" You should have your own research laboratory, right?"

After speaking, Boluogo turned sideways and slammed the door open with his shoulder. Then the figure disappeared into the darkness with violent distortion, and the door closed, blocking the way of flesh and blood.

Having traversed the winding path more times, Boluogo felt that he should get used to this weird feeling, but when his feet stepped on the solid ground again, his legs still couldn't help but feel weak, and he couldn't help but feel weak. Accompanied by a strong desire to vomit.

At this time, Aimu will skillfully take out the injection and give Boluogo an injection. In less than half a minute, Boluogo will be back to his best condition.

Boluogo didn't bother to complain about Amu's increasingly skillful movements. Instead, after making sure that the surrounding environment was safe, he stood up straight and observed his position.

The overall layout here is similar to the library that Bologg arrived at earlier. The same pointed dome, the same crystal curtain wall that seals all directions, and the stacked bookshelves. Bologg guessed that this place should also be located in Raymond Gai. On top of a certain spire in Dayton.

But this time, there are many traces of private life here, such as a single bed placed in the corner. It looks a bit abrupt, but for scholars, this is normal. According to Aimu, in Bailey In the research room, she not only prepared a single bed, but also a simple dressing table.

"Always stay in perfect condition." This is how Bailey explains herself.

"Is this Sachin's research laboratory? It looks very simple."

Aimu separated from Boluogo and briefly evaluated this place from a scholar's perspective.

Scholars not only need theoretical discussions, but also practical experiments. It seems that this is just Saqin's research laboratory. As for the location of his laboratory, it is still uncertain.

"It is very well preserved here. It has not been burned by the light, nor stained by the flesh and blood of the evils of this world."

Bologo carefully inspected the crystal curtain wall. Apart from a few cracks, it had almost no flaws.

"Okay, let's start the archaeological work."

Aimu walked towards the desk under the layers of bookshelves with hot eyes. It was very messy, just like every scholar's desktop. But what's interesting is that Sa Qin should have had time to sort it all out at that time, but he didn't. In doing so, various documents and notes were placed on the desktop, gathering dust.

Boluogo came over. On the towering board, he saw pieces of papyrus nailed up. On them, exquisite sketches were used to outline ellipsoids full of patterns. There were also many densely packed figures on the side. Text.

In the ruins area before, Bologe couldn't recognize the information because those words were all filled with complex academic terms, and some words Bologe didn't even recognize.

Now these words make Bologg feel the same powerlessness as before, and this time the powerlessness is even deeper, just because these words seem to be a completely different language to Bologg.

"Do you know this kind of word?" Boluogo asked Aimu, "Does Raymond Guyton use another language?"

"You're right, but not entirely right."

Aimu walked over, the aperture in his eyes shrank slightly, "This is an encrypted text."

She went on to explain, "In order to protect their research, scholars often use this kind of writing to describe information. Only people who have mastered the relevant encrypted language can read his words."

"Well, this is indeed in line with the temperament of scholars."

Boluogo nodded, without making any further comments, but asked, "Then do you understand?"

"Yes," Amu said. "As early as after the fall of the Holy City, the members of the first-generation Order Bureau collected King Solomon's legacy. It was also at that time that they began to decipher these texts."

Aimu patted his chest confidently, "I have already learned these encrypted words before setting off for the operation. This is not a problem for me, but the translation will take a while."

"good."

This is good news. If Aimu can't understand these words, then Boluogo can only find a way to pack them up and take them away. There is no way. Boluogo is not a cultural person and can only rely on Aimu. .

If, for this operation, we were to go to Sai Zong's armory and pick out the most perfect weapon, Bologo would definitely be able to complete it perfectly.

"They look like some kind of embryo."

While Aimu translated, Bologo looked at the images and expressed his thoughts.

"Well," Aimu paused his thoughts and said based on the translated information, "Saqin is studying some kind of embryos. These are some relevant information."

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore."

After finishing speaking, Boluogo walked to the desk aside to see if he could find anything else there. Boluogo guessed that not all of Saqin's words were in encrypted text, right? Is this encrypted text a common language in Raymond Gaiton?

While complaining about these scholars, Bologo was rummaging around on his desk. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the tabletop. After fanning it a few times, Bologo choked and sneezed hard.

While the dust was flying, the pages of the book swayed stiffly, and one of the pages fell from the table to the ground. Boluogo bent down to pick it up, and the familiar words came into his eyes.

The text on this page is not encrypted text, but general text.

Boluogo burst into tears for a moment, finally having something he could understand.

"Dear Hill..."

The handwriting was a little blurry, but Boluogo still recognized the words on it at first glance. He read it in a low voice, and then froze in place.

Hill?

This name was no stranger to Boluogo, and his memory was instantly dragged back to the bizarre world of ether.

Yes, in that blazing storm, Boluogo once collided with the echo of a soul, in which he glimpsed his life, the life named Hill.

"No way?"

Boluogo thought it was the same name, but his subconscious told himself that this was not a coincidence.

He did not continue reading, but spread out the pages, tried to calm himself down, and then speculated about the pages.

Was this written by Sachin? He didn't use encrypted text, just plain paper, as if torn from some notebook.

The paper page was spread out on the table. It seemed that Saqin had no intention of hiding it. In other words, this should be his message to "Hill".

It appears that Hill did not see Sachin's message to him, but many years later, Bologeau did.

"Dear Hill."

Boluogo adjusted his mood and read the next text.

"I don't know if you will be angry when you see me calling you Hill? Haha.

Well, please forgive me for the offense. Compared with those noble names and gorgeous titles, I still like to call you Hill, as if calling you this way, you are still the cute little junior brother in my memory. "

Borrogo took note of the information revealed in the text and kept it firmly in his mind.

"I...I still can't accept your proposal, let alone understand it, but you are right, someone has to make a decision, whether it is right or wrong. A hesitant person like me has no right to object.

So, even if I don’t accept it, I can’t understand it, but I think I’m still willing to believe you, not your identity or your status, but you, the Hill in my memory.

After writing these words, I will go to the banquet hall. Most of the scholars are there. I will take them to hold the ceremony together, and other people's ceremonies are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Death is coming... It's strange. I know that I will die completely. I also know that I will see you again, and even say these words to you personally, but I still feel a little different. After all, at that time I am no longer me, even though he looks a lot like me.

For this, the real Sachin Grama apologizes to you, Sorry, Hill.

The teacher is right. Even without the power of the devil, you are still the greatest scholar and worthy of inheriting the name Wolfgang Gold. And I...and I was confused by jealousy and even made a deal with the devil. .

I... I just wanted to create pure humans, true soulless beings, but I never thought that it was the devil's conspiracy. I was deceived by him. Even if we made amends at that time, what happened after that... …

Sorry, I really wanted to say these words to Suzy myself.

Say it to that child. "

Boluogo looked at the end of the page, where there was a line of faded text.

"May our sacrifices become the cornerstone of the future."