Endless Debt

The dark tar wrapped around Idel's remains until it was completely covered and turned into a black egg. At the same time, a dark shadow enveloped it, and Bologo seemed to wave a thunder that split the heaven and the earth. Down from the sky.

The ferocious slashes set off a series of impacts, and the burst of air dispersed the diffuse blood mist and shattered the shrouded tar, revealing Idel's body that had lost its color and turned pale.

"I guess this is the nature of the devil, right?"

Borogo tore the black egg apart and stared at the endless tar trying to worm its way into Idel's body.

Devils have no specific form. They can be men, women, animals, or even some mysterious and mysterious things. Their arrival is also strange, and there is no absolute theorem.

Scenes of scenes flashed back in front of Boluogo's eyes, like key frames in a movie.

The devil is a slave to power and the will of power...a will that controls the very nature of tar.

Idel roared wildly. The broken container could no longer hold so much tar. He grabbed the excess tar, and the bone blade was soaked and turned black, like black lightning, striking towards Boluogo.

Boluogo flashed around quickly and waved a huge semicircle, followed closely by the saw axe, the double blades tearing apart everything in their path.

The battle in the Graystone Rift is still going on. Countless walking corpses are mixed with the Night Clan, trying to break through the Department of Order's defenses like a legion's charge.

In the abandoned land, the huge herd-devouring beast further bulldozed the ruins of Raymond Gaiton. Like a drunken man with a hangover, its body gradually lost control and ran rampant between the cliffs. It raised its huge tentacles and slapped the desperate situation. The outpost was blocked by the sixth group of continuous ether barriers. All the fort giants continued to fire, vowing to clear out all the stocks accumulated over the years.

Within the body of the swarm-eating beast, the broken golden palace was still burning. Countless pieces of flesh and blood threw themselves into the sea of ​​fire and were burned to ashes. However, as the light gradually died down and the swarm-devouring beast awakened, the swollen flesh and blood squeezed out little by little. Pressing down the extra space, it is only a matter of time before the Golden Palace is completely swallowed up.

In the Golden Palace, the duel continues.

It was a battle between demons and gods. Their bodies were torn to pieces and then healed. They fell down and stood up again. They hit each other countless times and were hit back by each other countless times. Every cell in the body was screaming loudly, every time. Every drop of blood is boiling and burning.

Like a cruel reincarnation.

Idel is about to lose his human form, like a deformed lump of flesh. Bologg is also having a hard time. Old wounds are not healed and new ones are being filled. What's more serious is that Bologg can feel a series of emotions coming from the wound. Intense pain followed by countless granules erupting from his wounds.

Like wildly multiplying seaweed, they took root in Boluogo's body and in turn bitten his flesh and blood. Boluogo tried to chop off this part of the flesh, but he couldn't kill them all.

In the high-intensity fighting, Bologo had been completely infected by the flesh and blood plague until he was assimilated by Idel.

Boluogo coughed painfully, but this time he couldn't even cough. A feeling of suffocation was coming from his throat. The wildly growing granules parasitized his respiratory tract, squeezing his throat, trying to break through. Out of the body.

devour!

Idel flew up, tearing apart Bologg's face with his sharp claws, and pulled off one of Bologg's ears with his teeth, almost tearing off the entire skin.

The resentful bite pierced weakly. It had pierced Idel's heart, but it still couldn't kill it. That's right, no matter how sharp the blade was, it couldn't kill all the flesh and blood at the same time, or bring death. Suppress Idel's resurrection.

The crazy growth of flesh sprouts completely wrapped up Boluogo, and the carpet of flesh and blood also spread over, and the dark blue veins connected it. Gradually, Boluogo seemed to be really defeated. There was no sound, and only the weirdness remained. The sound of blood surging continued, and there were even more bizarre and indescribable sounds, as if Bologo's flesh and blood was being digested.

Idel finally solved this difficult opponent. He crossed Bologo and stepped onto the double spiral staircase again. As he took steps, Idel was gradually leaving the material world and heading towards the ethereal world.

When he crossed the last step, Idel also looked up at the splendid heavens created by King Solomon.

Even with Idel's crazy will, he couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded at this moment. After a moment, he continued to move forward. Behind Idel, there were waves of restlessness under the double spiral staircase. Idel didn't care, he knew who it was.

Along the gap where Idel entered, more flesh and blood resisted the burning of the light, crossed the broken crystal curtain wall, and climbed into the Golden Palace.

From the outside, one huge tentacle after another is extending from the transparent flesh and blood of the herd-devouring beast, passing through the light-scorching barrier and drilling into the Golden Palace. Under the guidance of Idel, They crossed the double spiral staircase one after another and arrived under the heavens, searching for the legacy of King Solomon.

"Solomon..."

The flesh and blood trembled slightly, and the strange sound seemed to be telling that forbidden name.

The tentacles were entangled together and turned into a huge face. The face was not specific. As the flesh and blood squirmed, its image also changed rapidly, but everyone who caught a glimpse of this scene would know who it was.

Beelzebub.

"I remember you, you were right here... right here."

The extended tentacles are like a giant snake, the snake's head is tilted upward, looking towards the dome of all the heavens.

Beelzebub came here when the Holy City fell.

Now she still remembers the scene at that time. Raymond Gaiton, which was surrounded by war, encountered the arrival of a group of demons. They thought they would encounter strong resistance from King Solomon, but when they invaded Raymond Gaiden, But I only saw that the scholars had already committed suicide.

They captured a dead city.

In the endless silence, Beelzebub and other demons went up together, and finally saw the dying King Solomon on the throne. He laughed maniacally, set himself on fire, and then the light burst out, turning all the intruders into salt. column.

The giant snake crossed Idel, its body held up Beelzebub's face, and kept reaching upwards. At the overlap point between the material world and the etheric world, the space was distorted to a large extent, full of disorder and loss of control.

In the blue, Beelzebub seemed to see the end of all the things in the sky. She tried her best to reach up, but suddenly her expression froze, her mouth slowly opened, and the horrifying screams were heard. Ripples, they spread to the celestial body that was built towards King Solomon, but they were like false phantoms, allowing the ripples to pass by without any change.

Idel looked blankly at the giant snake standing beside him, not understanding what was happening. The squirming face on the snake's head also stopped changing, leaving only a frightened face. Then the tower-like giant snake It collapsed straight down.

Only then did Idel smell the bursts of blood coming from behind. He turned his head and saw that the thick snake body extending from the group-devouring beast had been cut off horizontally.

The cross section was scrawled and festering, as if every piece of flesh and blood had been crushed into pieces. This time it didn't heal.

Amidst the dripping blood, a figure staggered out of the snake's body. His body was covered with flesh scraps and dripping with sticky plasma.

Accompanied by the clear and harsh sound of the engine, which gradually became louder, countless saw-toothed reamers came out of his wounds. All the fleshy sprouts that had grown wildly were removed. Thousands of saw blades were wrapped around his body. Every move he made at random would cause metal to break. cutting each other.

There were sparks amid the screams.

Blood dyed Boluogo's vision red, and nameless anger continued to grow in his heart. He habitually tightened the weapon in his hand, but only then did he realize that it was the weapon that was holding Boluogo tightly.

The flesh and blood of the palm seemed to be stuck to the hilt of the sword and could not be separated at all. The straps of the ax handle wrapped around Boluogo's arm in circles. When he swung the two weapons, Boluogo felt that they became different. It became a part of my body, an extension of my arm.

"Power, power..."

Boluogo groaned, and the endless blades broke through its body, like countless waving arms, eager for killing and blood.

In a trance, Bologo heard the sound of the war horn. It was also at this moment that he truly understood his own power and the nature of the Origin Sin Arms.

This is a fragment of Fury, a part of him, and the... protection he bestows on the champions!

Blessing and dedicating oneself to fighting.

Boluogo stepped forward and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Idel heard bursts of sharp whistling sounds, like a flock of birds galloping towards him, and like a team of swordsmen. Run towards yourself.

Idel couldn't see Bologo's figure clearly. Under the influence of Fury's protection, Bologo had completely integrated with the original sin weapon, the Violent Saw Axe. His body entered an immortal state and became a weapon. Countless saw blades were twisted. The blade broke out of his body and shaped him into a humanoid weapon.

During the explosion, Idel first noticed that his eyes were spinning uncontrollably. It was not until the broken body came into view that he realized that his head had been chopped off.

Idel's body stretched out his hand and grabbed the thrown head. Immediately, endless pain came from his body, and every inch of flesh and blood was cracking and shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if being chopped into pieces by a random sword.

This is not the end.

The flesh and blood of the arm quickly merged with the severed head. He waved his hand in the direction of Boluogo, and Idel roared loudly. The next moment, the arm was broken again, and the head was chopped to pieces.

In the surging blood foam, Boluogo's eyes were red, and there was an unstoppable smile on his face. Different from the curse brought by Jiahu Soul Sucking Soul, Boluogo was fully involved in it at this time, enjoying it. Killing.

So much so that he didn't even notice the changes in his surrounding environment.

Amidst the roaring crackling sound, more tentacles surged from the body of the group-devouring beast. They passed through the weak light, opened the barrier of the Golden Palace, and crossed the double spiral staircase, like roaring giant snakes. He bit Bologo and pushed his body towards the universe.

Idel looked ahead, and his tentacles were like a train of flesh and blood, pushing Bologg forward. Soon Bologg disappeared into the blue. Just when Idel thought it was all over, suddenly he realized that his His body was pulled for a moment, and then his body was forcefully torn apart, advancing together with the rapidly advancing and deep flesh-and-blood tentacles.

Only then did Idel see it. Several sharp saw blades were entangled together and turned into a steel cable covered with sharp edges and teeth. It penetrated and strangled Idel's body, dragging him forward. At the end of the steel cable, a ferocious figure crawled hard on the thick flesh and blood tentacles.

"The duel is not over yet!"

The blood champion roared and broke free from the flesh and blood bound on his body. The saw blade grabbed the surface of the flesh and blood tentacles like a tentacle and dragged him towards Idel.

As the flesh and blood invaded the Golden Palace and penetrated into the universe, they were leaving the material world and striding forward into the etheric world. The ether concentration increased sharply until it reached the peak.

The ethers were reveling in revelry, and with their every move, they condensed into golden rainstorms, beating arcs, and paved frost in mid-air...

Just like the beginning of chaos in the world, a slight disturbance will cause a series of strange phenomena.

The ether strengthened both sides, and the horrific fighting broke out again, but this time the venue for the duel between the two became high-speed rolling tentacles, and the environment completely changed into the ether realm when the complete white storm appeared in Naguantian.

The etheric realm, the familiar etheric realm.

When the blazing white light shone on Boluogo, even though he was filled with rage, he couldn't help but pause for a moment and look at the beautiful storm.

Wisps of blazing white air wrapped and surrounded... They were not some kind of gas dust, but living souls. They had died long ago, but the echoes still echoed in the etheric realm, remembered by the blazing white storm.

"Secret source."

Boluogo murmured, many memories popped up in his hazy consciousness, and he said in a mysterious way, "Are you the same as those shadow tars, just another form of... devil?"

Fury covered his reason, and Bologo turned his head bloodthirsty. At the end of the train of flesh and blood, Idel's figure had already knelt down. His body could no longer bear the erosion of tar. For this reason, the tentacles of the herd-devouring beast were Many hyphae extended from it, wrapping around him layer by layer.

They seemed to have grown together, but it seemed that they had not. However, when Boluogo charged forward again, his flesh and blood burst apart, pushing Boluogo high into the sky, followed by one fatal bone spear after another. It came from the air and hit Bologo accurately.

This didn't kill Bologo, but it was enough to repel him.

Tossed into the blazing storm.

Bologg's figure danced wildly in mid-air, throwing out a steel rope full of sharp edges, trying to catch Idel, but before the steel rope hit him, wisps of white dust enveloped Bologg's body, and he turned his head. , the blazing storm is close at hand.

As if captured by the gravitational pull of the blazing white storm, Bologg's body fell uncontrollably towards the core of the day. This was not the first time Bologg had encountered this kind of thing. He knew exactly what would happen next. .

With a hoarse voice, he shouted helplessly, "Levi..."

Before Bologo called out the devil's name, the dim light condensed into a ribbon in front of him.

The tangle grabbed Boluogo, pulled him, and fell towards the core of the day. There seemed to be some magic there, like a requiem, soothing all the rage in Boluogo's heart.

The anger dissipated, and the blades were hidden back in Boluogo's body one by one. The saw ax fell silent, and everything returned to its original state.

Boluogo's eyes had never been calmer before, until the core of daylight completely covered Boluogo's eyes, and thousands of ghosts shouted and passed by Boluogo, or hit Boluogo's body. On the body.

The two souls briefly overlapped and separated. Bologo saw the memories of one soul after another, and their echoes bloomed before his eyes.

For a moment, Bologg seemed to have gone through thousands of reincarnations. In the overlapping memories, Bologg Lazarus' self gradually became blurred until he was unable to maintain it and slowly closed his eyes.

Before darkness fell completely, Bologo heard someone calling her name, and she kept shouting.

"Bologo! Bologo! Bologo..."

The sound gradually faded away, blurred... and sounded again!

"Saqin!"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his back, and sat upright. He seemed to have just woken up, with a dazed look in his eyes. After a few seconds, he recovered, and there was a pain in his mind. , couldn't help but rub his head vigorously.

"What's wrong?"

A familiar voice sounded from the side. She gently stroked the man's back and asked, "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Okay...it seems so," the man said uncertainly, "I dreamed that I was fighting something, and I was killing it like crazy."

"Haha, for scholars, that is really a nightmare."

The woman chuckled, stretched out her hand and pulled the man's arm, trying to get him to stand up.

"Wake up, Sachin, it's time for us to go."

"Saqin?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You called me Sa Qin?"

"Oh...yes," the man asked and answered himself, as if he had just woken up from a dream, "I am Sa Qin."

The woman frowned when she saw this. She suspected that Sa Qin had really fallen asleep. She straightened the man's face and forced him to look at her.

"Look at me, who am I?"

The man responded instinctively, "Suzy, you are Suzy."

Suzy asked again, "Or what?"

"Yes... she is my wife."

A soft smile filled Susie's face, and she pinched Sa Qin's face hard to make him more awake.

"Let's go quickly, don't keep our little junior brother waiting too long," Susie said again, "Oh, no, we should call him Wolfgang Gold now."

The man shook his head and stood up, straightening his robes and straightening the badge that represented his identity, "You know, Susie, our junior brother doesn't like the name Wolfgang Gold. "

With a bit more gloom in his eyes, he continued, "He prefers the name he gave himself."

"King Solomon."

The smile on Susie's face solidified. She sighed helplessly and whispered in Sa Qin's ear, "Sa Qin, he is your junior brother and the person you have sworn allegiance to, but he is definitely not your enemy. .”

The man said nothing and looked at the mirror on one side, looking at his face in the mirror. He always felt that this was not his face... it was indeed his face. He was too immersed in the world of dreams.

"Do you think we can succeed today?" The man couldn't help but ask, "There are not many containers that can be used. If there is no result, the price we paid will be meaningless."

"I don't know," Susie shook her head. "You know how futile artificial life is."

Susie's voice lowered, "We can build engines one by one, shape their steel bodies, and then start them with fuel and flames, but only life... we can create a replica that is exactly the same as a human being, but Only it cannot be made to have consciousness and a soul."

"Real humans have no souls," the man's voice became stern, "Pure humans have no souls."

Susie murmured, "Then what should we do? How can we give life a forward momentum?"

"What exactly is missing from artificial life?"

Faced with Susie's questions, the man didn't know how to respond. In the end, he could only hug Susie gently and caress her deflated belly.

Sachin promised, "He will definitely survive."