Endless Debt

The twisted black hole not only tore apart the body of the leader of the Devouring Swarm, but also dragged up the endless ashes that had accumulated in the abandoned land for decades and several meters thick.

When the black hole wrapped up all the evil and disappeared into the material world, the chaotic ashes also lost their gravity and turned into boundless heavy snow falling.

It wasn't until several hours later that the snow of ash slowly stopped, and Boluogo's body was also covered with a thick layer of ash. He used his resentment bite as a cane to pierce into the soft layer of ash. One foot is deep and the other is shallow, as if walking on gray snow.

The herd-devouring beast disappeared, and with it the broken Golden Palace, and everything left by King Solomon disappeared at this moment.

Boluogo coughed twice, turned over the hill of ashes, and looked at the rugged ruins in the distance.

Now the crystal curtain wall has completely collapsed. The transparent crystal surfaces have been covered by dust and become turbid. The tall towers have also collapsed, leaving only a few ruins and broken walls, with sharp corners emerging from the ashes.

As for the high walls that stood horizontally, when the group-devouring beasts rushed out, they were completely crushed, rolled up by flesh and blood, and merged into one.

Boluogo sighed. After a long period of time, Raymond Gaiton finally ushered in complete destruction. This time, nothing was left of it, and the charming ruins were no longer seen.

"Ha ha……"

Boluogo's breathing became painful, and he sat down slowly, and then his whole body collapsed into the ashes.

Looking up at the sky, Boluogo saw the steep rock wall extending infinitely upward, and the blue sky at the end of the rock wall.

The warm light always makes people feel more peaceful. For a moment, Boluoge had the idea of ​​sleeping here.

The surface of the body shimmered, and Bologg felt a void in his heart. Then Aimu left Bologg's body and sat on the hill of ashes with Bologg.

At this time, Aimu's condition was no better than that of Boluogo. His limbs were bent and deformed to a certain extent. Part of the metal shell fell off, revealing the complex mechanical structure. Half of his shoulders collapsed, and the huge metal The gap spans the back.

She stayed with Boluogo without saying a word. After Boluogo was silent for a while and regained some strength, he slowly raised his hand, revealing the crystal core in his palm.

The crystal core exhibits a perfect geometric shape, consisting of a series of smooth and sparkling rhombus faces. Each rhombus face reflects a different color, with brilliant iridescent colors extending to its core, and some being a ray of pure incandescence. A white light spot, it is a steady source of light, and it is like a newborn day, but before it expands and grows, it is sealed by King Solomon.

"I seem to understand what Guangzhuo is."

Boluogo raised the crystal core above his head and pointed it at the blue sky. The light passed through the rhombus surface and reflected colorful colors.

"The structure of this crystal core should be similar to that of those crystal curtain walls, but the difference is that this crystal core is the most perfect creation, while those crystal curtain walls seem to be inferior products produced in order to create this crystal core."

Boluogo continued, "King Solomon used those inferior products to build Remgateton into a crystal city, and this crystal core in the etheric realm is the core of the crystal city."

Aimu nodded. In fact, when Boluogo took away the crystal core from the universe, causing the light to burn out, she was also keenly aware of the reason for all this.

"This crystal core, overlap point, Raymond Gaiton...King Solomon built the entire city into a large alchemical armed array. This crystal core is the core of the array. It uses the infinite ether in the ethereal world to release tens of thousands of The light is refracted and expanded by those crystal curtain walls, thus creating a light that burns all things."

"But it seems that we won't have the chance to see the burned-out fireworks again." Aimu said.

"Not necessarily," Bologo said, "At least we got this crystal core, the Heart of Light."

"Heart of Light?" Aimu said, "What name did you give it?"

"Hmm, I found it and I named it. Is there any problem?"

"I thought you were going to have some weird name."

"for example?"

"For example, the super beam array core... What do you think of this joke?"

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Aimu who fell into the ashes with him. He suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Aimu, and then he lay on Aimu's chest.

"Not very funny, but thank you, Aimu."

Boluogo hugged Aimu tightly. The ashes under his body were soft, with a touch of residual warmth. He pressed hard against the cold steel, but Boluogo felt that his heart was hot and uneasy.

Aimu was confused by Boluogo's sudden move. Most of the time, Boluogo was a very restrained person. Even when facing himself, he rarely showed his emotions particularly calmly. But now he was like a wounded child, seeking a hug.

She did not ask what was wrong with Boluogo, but raised her ragged hand, gently touched Boluogo's back, and hugged Boluogo tightly with the same strength.

Boluogo closed his eyes tightly, and the memory of Sachin could not stop appearing in his mind.

The weight of the battle dissipated, and the tight bowstring in Bologg's mind relaxed. For this reason, those memories came one after another and enveloped Bologg.

The soulless embryo, Sachin and Susie, King Solomon's promise...

New World Project.

Boluogo is a smart man, and with his ability to overthink, he can always deduce a complete story from fragmented information.

A forgotten story from many years ago is now slowly crawling out of the grave.

Suddenly, Boluogo seemed to understand one of the three ultimate questions in life.

Boluogo vaguely knew where he came from.

So where should he go now?

…

The approaching footsteps woke up Holt, and fatigue and pain ordered him to fall asleep continuously, but out of instinctive alertness, he still opened his eyes. Holt tried to stand up, but this time he failed.

"Don't be nervous. It's over. Just take a good rest."

A slightly familiar voice sounded. Holt squinted his eyes and tried to see the other person clearly, but blood obscured his vision and everything in his eyes became scarlet and blurry.

It wasn't until the other party stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from Holt's eyes that his vision became clear.

"Von?"

Holt recognized the other person, and then he saw the injuries all over Vonn's body.

Different from the perfect posture when he first made a strong debut, Fern now looks like he has been rolled in a sword. His clothes are in tatters, and his exposed skin is covered with fine and deep wounds. Fortunately, the wounds are not there. There is blood oozing out, but there is a steady flow of ether.

The most serious wound on Vonn's body was located on his right chest. Half of his chest was mangled and bloody. The remaining hostile ether prevented the body from transforming into ether, so the blood flowed non-stop.

"What about him?" Holt asked.

"Him? It's a draw. I have no choice but to let him run away," Vonn shook his head helplessly, and then said, "But don't worry, he's not having it easy either. I've embedded at least hundreds of silver shavings into his body. , he wanted to remove these things, and he could only dig out his own flesh bit by bit."

When he said this part, a hearty smile appeared on Vonn's face.

Vonn helped Holt stand up, and the rolling cyclone formed invisible stairs under their feet. The two walked in the air, sprinkling some blood drops from time to time.

"How are the others?"

"I'm not sure, but they all seem to be alive," Vonn said as he glanced at the cliff in the distance, where a huge gap collapsed. "It's just that your desperate outpost should be gone, completely." It’s gone.”

Vonn quickly said, "But if it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, the monster has disappeared and the light has been extinguished. You have no reason to stay here anymore."

"The Order Bureau is very busy now and needs people everywhere. You and your team members will be a good help."

Vonn was unexpectedly chatty when he spoke, maybe because he didn't want the atmosphere to become too serious. After all, Vonn himself was not a serious guy.

"You faced a pure-blooded Night Clan Glory, and you were able to fight back and forth. You did a great job."

Vonn praised while trying to talk to Holt about something to keep him awake.

Holt, who has always been humorous, did not answer. He lowered his head and was thinking about something, with complicated thoughts running rampant in his mind.

Vonn asked, "Do you feel ashamed?"

"Kind of."

This time Holt responded, "I rarely lose so completely."

"It's not your fault. There's such a gap in rank, not to mention he's still undead." Fern comforted him.

Holt shook his head vigorously, and then fell silent again. After a long time, when the two of them were about to walk out of the gap, Holt suddenly said.

"I want……"

His voice was obscured by the sound of the cyclonic wind, and Vonn did not hear it clearly.

"What did you just say?" Vonn asked again.

Holt took a deep breath and said in an almost roaring manner.

"I will apply to the decision-making room for promotion."

He raised his head, looked into Vonn's eyes, and repeated again.

"Ascension! Ascension into glory!"

…

In the terrifying flesh-and-blood cave, the silent blood lake suddenly boiled violently. In the rising mist of blood, Beelzebub slowly rose from the blood. She stepped on the water, and her steps became staggering. He stood up, and then the water surface seemed to have lost its support. Beelzebub stepped on the air and half of his body fell into the surging blood.

She didn't struggle for too long. Several tentacles extending from the shore tied her body and brought her back to the shore little by little. The tentacles entangled with each other and turned into a throne of flesh and blood.

Beelzebub sat on it with difficulty, his chest heaving violently.

There was a heartbreaking pain in his consciousness, and many fine cracks appeared on the perfect body. Under these cracks, there was no flesh and blood, only countless dark tars were running and surging, and they slowly seeped out. Out, tick tock.

"I haven't been this embarrassed for a long time."

Beelzebub spoke with difficulty. Every word she said at this time would bring heavy pressure to her consciousness.

"Fortunately, it's just a matter of embarrassment."

Mammon's figure appeared in front of Beelzebub's eyes. He stretched out his hand and brushed the cracks on Beelzebub's body, wiping off the tar with his fingertips. Mammon put his fingers into his mouth, tasting the taste of Beelzebub, and smiled weirdly. The meaning resounded from the throat.

"Are you going to eat me?" Beelzebub asked.

"How could it be?" Mammon shook her head, "We are blood relatives."

Beelzebub sneered at this, "So what about blood relatives? We have been fighting each other for so many years..."

"No way, this is also part of the curse. After all, everyone is afraid of death. Rather than letting someone win, it is better to torture each other in this hell together," Mammon smiled, "At least in this way, all of us can live. Come down."

"Survived?"

Beelzebub's aura was particularly weak, and King Solomon's vengeance seemed to have affected her very essence.

"Mammon, what does it mean to be alive?"

Mammon could give countless answers to such a question, but the questioner was Beelzebub, and he could only smile.

Mammon couldn't give Beelzebub the answer he wanted.

"Do you want... to be replaced?" Mammon asked tentatively.

Beelzebub narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "Our power cannot be shaken, but the consciousness that dominates the power will feel tired and sleepy. This should be a problem that all undead will face."

The time of the immortal is eternal, the eternity of life, but consciousness is not.

People are the sum of their past experiences, but as the past accumulates, few people can maintain their original intentions. More often, everyone will just lose themselves in the gradually crowded memories and become some kind of deformed monster.

Beelzebub sometimes recalls past stories, but every time she sees that scene, she always feels like she is looking at another person's life.

"So...so we can replace, replace those that are useless, and keep our consciousness pure, just like that fable."

Mammon responded, "Ship of Theseus."

Beelzebub's eyes were confused for a moment. King Solomon's revenge did not hurt her strength, but affected her consciousness.

The blade in his hand was still sharp, but the hand holding the sword had lost its strength.

But soon, Beelzebub's eyes became determined. She stood up from the throne of flesh and blood and whispered, "I will not admit defeat, absolutely not."

Mammon just smiled. He knew the character of his blood relatives very well. Everyone was a complete coward. They were tired of today's life, but they would never admit defeat.

"I've got someone you might be interested in."

Mammen waved her hand, and the blood in the lake began to rise, converging into a bloody mirror.

Beelzebub looked into the mirror, and the first thing he saw was a few speechless people, and after them, there was a man bound by heavy shackles.

He was covered with bruises and blood, and Beelzebub couldn't distinguish his appearance at all, but he could feel the power contained in his body through the mirror.

"His name is York. We found him in the ruins of Greystone Town. He is armed with Sin and is protected by rage."

Mammon told Beelzebub about her plan.

"He will become an alarm clock, waking up the beast of war."