Endless Debt

As the man left, the cinema became quiet again. Belphegor stretched his body vigorously and allowed himself to completely relax in the chair.

"ha……"

He looked at the screen, deftly grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth.

Belphegor tried to immerse himself in the movie story again, but the figure of the man lingered in his mind like a nightmare, which was disturbing.

"Just like Samuel."

A short sentence lingered like a spell, and Belphegor understood what it meant.

Samuel is a guy who advocates violence, but in the end, he is dominated by violence and longs for peace.

Belphegor didn't know if Samuel had found true peace now. He was only thankful that compared to his blood relatives, Belphegor's desire was not that strong.

He is such a person, a mediocre person, who does not have the paranoid desires of other blood relatives, nor does he have the noble spirit of self-sacrifice.

Neither up nor down, this is the best portrayal of Belphegor, and it is also an inescapable curse.

"Sometimes I feel like I've gotten what I wanted."

Belphegor casually picked up a film cassette, which recorded someone's life. He touched it gently, and the laughter of his blood relatives echoed in his memory.

They call themselves pathetic idealists, dirty voyeurs...

Belphegor is just pursuing "story", just like his original wish.

"I long for..."

In the memory, the child held the crumpled book that had been turned over and murmured, "More immersive stories, another life to invest in."

Regarding this point, the man's evaluation is indeed very accurate. Belphegor is a coward. Before he became a devil, he endured the bitter cold. The real world brought him too many hardships, so Belphegor could only hide in the spiritual world. In the world, after becoming a devil, he is still the same.

Belphegor shook his head vigorously to get rid of all the noise. As if he was trying to be brave, he showed that indifferent smile again and his eyes fell on the screen. He knew that there was another person in the world at this moment. A good show is going on.

"Mammon, what is holding you back?"

Belphegor waved his hand curiously, and the images on the screen switched from different perspectives, showing the sights of poets scattered around the world.

The Unbound Poetry Society now exists in name only, but there are still a small number of poets who believe in Belphegor. They no longer join the battle, but like bards, under Belphegor's instructions, they travel around the country, chasing those who The turning point of the world.

Continuously switching, Belpheinger noticed one of the lines of sight, and what she saw and heard was projected on the screen.

First there was a low rumbling sound, like the hearts of engines burning fuel, moving the heavy steel body, struggling to move forward on land, and then there was a burst of dense explosions, roaring and roaring from far to near. .

The picture gradually became clearer. Amid the rising dust and thick smoke, a burning battlefield appeared in front of Belphegor's eyes.

The land that was originally covered with green grass has been reduced to blazing scorched earth, with blood and wastewater piled together, soaked with corpses and severed limbs, like a desecrated swamp, where the blackened remains of tanks sunk, like The corpse of a huge monster.

"This is the eastern region of the Kogadel Empire."

A female voice sounded. She sensed Belphegor's arrival, and like a narration voice, she explained to him what happened here.

Thousands of miles away, on the other side of the world, a woman stood on a high hill, secretly watching this local war.

"The two warring parties are the King's Shield Guard and the King's Secret Sword. Under the personal leadership of Overlord Xilin, they have captured several towns recently. As for the Pillar of King's Power, in order to avoid causing unrest, the current area has been completely cleared. Lockdown, intelligence strictly controlled.”

A terrifying etheric reaction burst out in the center of the battlefield, and there was a roar in the thick smoke. Then several tanks that were twisted into iron knots came through the air, smashing over a series of soldiers who were trying to attack like cannonballs, and their flesh and blood were crushed. It turned into meat paste and was mixed with the soil.

Air currents emerged, and the thick smoke was violently swept away. At the end of the woman's field of vision, a lonely figure floated from the ground, with a sword ring spinning behind him, like a god descended from the world.

"Xilin has put too much pressure on King's Secret Sword. In order to ease the war situation, King's Secret Sword has sent mortal troops to participate in the battle," the woman continued, "But these mortal troops are different from conventional military units. They have all gone through varying degrees of training. Extraordinary weaponization.”

Before he finished speaking, a series of fire pillars rose from the ground, which were the blows released by the fire-calling staff. After industrialized mass production, these cheap expendable alchemical weapons can now be used to arm large-scale troops. The way of war is quietly changing over time.

After the intense fire, many fallen soldiers actually stood up again. Logically speaking, even if this level of injury could not kill them, it would be enough to make them incapacitated. However, they seemed to ignore the pain and picked up again. arms.

"While the King's Secret Sword was dealing with Xilin, it was also experimenting with new methods of warfare. They equipped the soldiers with alchemy weapons and amplification potions... It was a bloody experiment."

The woman commented coldly, "But it's not enough to bridge the gap between condensers and mortals."

Aether roared out, and the soldiers stood there like sculptures, and then their bodies began to collapse inward, exploding one after another into a cloud of blood mist.

In the face of the power of the Glorious Ones, the soldiers' weak bodies were unable to prevent the intrusion of ether. When they saw Xilin, Xilin had already seen them and controlled their bodies.

At this moment, the power of the Glorious One is fully demonstrated to mortals. It can be imagined what terrible disaster it will bring if such a Glorious One rushes into the core of the city and starts an indiscriminate massacre.

Belphegor watched this scene quietly and ate popcorn with great interest. If he forgot that this was what was happening in reality, Belphegor felt that this was a wonderful war movie.

"I heard Leviathan say that he was reading the newspaper recently. The newspaper said that humans have recently discovered some radioactive metal. After research, it is said that that kind of thing only requires tens of kilograms and undergoes special nuclear reactions to produce An extremely horrific explosion capable of destroying a city."

"He also jokingly asked me if humans mastered this power, could they bridge the gap with the supernatural."

Belphegor did not continue, the answer was obvious.

Compared with the Glorious Ones, all human means of self-destruction appear too inefficient.

There were bursts of rumbling sounds, the earth cracked, and rocks protruded. Xilin dominated the land and forcibly divided it. Soldiers in patches fell into the cracked darkness like ants and disappeared. Gone, only the screams echoed.

"Go on, Canary, I want to see more."

After hearing Belphegor's instructions, Canary took a deep breath. Even though she was under great pressure, she moved forward silently, praying that she would not be discovered by Xilin.

The terrible war continues.

High in the sky, Xilin looked down at the overall situation. Under his control, the balance of victory was tilting towards him, but he did not relax his vigilance because of this. He could sense that the King's Secret Sword was not yet at its full strength.

This was a suppression of Xilin, and it was also a bloody exercise. The King's Secret Sword wanted to verify the feasibility of arming mortal troops from Xilin.

Then this powerful force fell apart in Xilin's hands.

Xilin was not happy about this, he knew very well that in fact, the King's Secret Sword succeeded.

In the smoke lingering on the ground, silvery figures passed through at high speed. They crossed the blood-stained muddy land and the chasm filled with fissures. The steel sword blade quickly passed by and chopped off the heads of one soldier after another.

As the blood surged, the silhouettes of the silver knights emerged.

During the Decay Epidemic incident, Xilin did not lose all his shield guards. The third seat was one of the survivors. After getting a chance to breathe, he perfectly demonstrated his talent and created a silver shield for Xilin. The Knight Guards, but these alchemy puppets need to be operated by the third seat personally. If the workload is shared, the speed, reaction, and strength of each Silver Knight are much weaker, but they are enough to deal with mortal troops.

At least before today's battle broke out, the Silver Knight could easily defeat the enemy.

Pillars of fire suddenly appeared, mixed with volleys of alchemical warheads. No matter how strong the Silver Knights were, facing this torrent of bullets and the ether intensity of the third seat that was diluted due to the number of operations, the Silver Knights were still firing one after another. After the crash, it was teetering and about to fall.

Soldiers who had been injected with strengthening agents swarmed forward, inserting their guns into the gaps in the armor and firing several shots, or stabbing out daggers randomly to scratch the delicate armor.

Like a dense swarm of rats, they buried the Silver Knights one after another.

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Although the mortal troops cannot threaten the Glory Ones like Xilin, they already have a certain strength against the Glory Ones and the Sublime Ones below the Base Defenders.

The cylinder tore up a piece of land and lifted up the rubble and corpses together. After a brief throwing flight, they smashed a tank that had just driven out of the smoke.

The flames of the explosion were reflected in Xilin's eyes, and he saw more soldiers being thrown into the battlefield. They were following the tanks, and the camouflaged secret sword of the king lurked in the shadows.

The guttural sound of engines came from high in the sky. Several fighter jets rushed out of the clouds. Before they could drop bombs downwards, Xilin waved his hand gently, and the fighter jets disintegrated at high speed in mid-air, like flies with their wings ripped off.

The fighting continues.