Endless Debt

"There was no etheric reaction at all. This guy died completely."

The breeze blew by, and Palmer took advantage of the wind to land on the ruins. Looking back, Boluogo's figure slowly emerged on the devastated land.

When David went berserk, Palmer took advantage of the wind and left the battlefield. Judging from the guy's quick reaction and decisive decision-making, Palmer ran away like this for a long time. Apart from sweating a little, there was basically nothing wrong with him now.

Boluogo was different. He was covered in mud and his clothes were in tatters, like a homeless man who had just woken up under a bridge.

He did not have the quick mobility of Palmer. Under the fierce attack of the shadow beast, Boluogo could only summon the earth beneath him, constantly raising earth walls, and building layers of earth fortresses to protect himself.

Perhaps due to serious injuries and the rampage of the ether, David seemed unable to control the shadow beast accurately. This caused the shadow beast's attack on Bologo to be more like venting its anger, with great momentum, but not as cunning and deadly as before.

Although he was a little embarrassed, Boluogo was only injured in the fierce attack and did not die.

In order to test out the opponent's secret power and expose the opponent's flaws, dying once tonight is enough.

"You look like a miner now," Palmer commented.

"Well, this inspired me. Maybe I can dig a tunnel to sneak in later, but the fluctuations of the ether cannot cover it up. I have to go back and see how to train the 'etheric shielding'."

Boluogo didn't care at all about Palmer's teasing and replied seriously.

Palmer was speechless and didn't know what to say next.

"Is this a complete victory? Killed all the hostile personnel and destroyed the cargo."

Boluogo turned around and glanced at the ruined factory, as if the city government had ordered the demolition of this place tonight, and then the demolition team worked overnight, changing the place beyond recognition.

"Probably," Palmer shrugged and defended, "We are only responsible for killing people and leave the rest to the logistics department."

Bologg rarely agreed with Palmer's words and nodded along with him. At the same time, he also understood why the people in the logistics department would put on a bad face every time they saw the guys in the field department.

Most of their work pressure comes from the field department, so it's no wonder they look good.

Boluogo leaned down and touched the cold ruins. The masonry and steel bars were moved to both sides. After a few minutes, David's bloody corpse came into view.

"Target confirmed dead."

Bologo said, and after a short delay, Jeffrey's voice sounded in his mind.

"The operation is over. Return to the 'Reclamation Room' for a mission report. The logistics department will handle the follow-up."

"OK."

it is finally over.

Burlogo was tired and hurt. He and Palmer slowly walked down the ruins. Only a frame of the factory door in front was left. Through the cracked gap, he could see that the streets outside were crowded with vehicles.

Think about it, even if it is on the edge of Opos, this is still an urban area. It is impossible for this battle to go unnoticed.

"Well done, at least much better than I expected." Burlogo suddenly said to Palmer.

This is the truth. Boluogo thought that Palmer would only hold him back, but it seems that this guy still has some real abilities.

"What do you mean, it's a lot better. I was also the Rookie of the Year, right?" Palmer and Burlogo hugged each other, thinking about the bright future with him. "You have to work hard, Burlogo." , try to win the title of Rookie of the Year or something like that.”

"Why?" Boluogo didn't care about reputation.

"Think about it, two Rookie of the Year employees paired up with each other, one a violent, cold-blooded undead killer, and one the lucky star of the Krex family."

Palmer beamed.

"We are the ace team of the Field Service Department."

Palmer kept talking endlessly about how he would kick out Lebius within a few years, take control of the Special Operations Group, control the Field Service Department within ten years, and become a bully in the Bureau of Order.

He said that with the support of the Clerks family, all this was possible. If the Bureau of Order was regarded as a company, then the Clerks family would be one of the six largest shareholders.

Burlogo was too lazy to pay attention to him. Not to mention whether Palmer's damn luck could make it to that point, he seemed to have forgotten a very important point. The director of the Field Service Department is directly served by the deputy director of the Order Bureau. Ermo is no longer dominating, he is trying to seize power.

"Ace combination, you'd better disappear from our eyes as soon as possible."

Just as Palmer was imagining the future unilaterally and Bologg was silently enduring his nonsense, another voice sounded from the front.

The man was wearing loose overalls and a safety helmet on his head. The car lights flashed behind him. Many people dressed the same as him were walking hurriedly between the cordons, waving warning lights and directing nearby people. crowd.

"Who are you?"

Boluogo became alert for a moment.

He didn't know what this man had just heard. Damn it, Palmer distracted him. A real expert should wait until he evacuated to a safe area before letting down his guard.

Should I knock him out, but it's not easy to deal with so many people now.

While thinking about it, Boluoge had already stretched his hand to his arms and grasped a bloody claw hammer.

As a souvenir of his first mission, Boluogo searched for it in the ruins for a long time before digging it out.

"Marion Rhodes, Oath City Opus Ferryman Company, our company contracted all urban construction and accident handling work from the city hall. Of course, the main job is to deal with accidents."

The man took out his wallet and showed a page of his ID to Borogo.

The emblem on the certificate caught Bologo's attention. The gears were interlocking with each other, and the outermost edge was wrapped in a chain, like a precision machine, ready to roar at any time.

Boluogo has seen this emblem. The frequency of this emblem appearing in the Bureau of Order is only lower than the chain and sword representing the Bureau of Order.

This is the logo of the Logistics Department. Is this guy in front of me from the Logistics Department?

Memories of the past flashed before his eyes, and Boluogo suddenly remembered why this "Ferryman Company" was so familiar.

"The logistics department also established a separate company?" Boluogo asked Palmer in a low voice.

"We need a reasonable identity to face the normal world. A company that deals with urban construction and accidents appears on the ruins of collapse... It makes sense." Palmer said.

Bologna was speechless.

"Come on! Go back and do your reports, damn Field Department."

Marion cursed and passed the two of them, walking towards the ruins with the others. Half an hour ago, he was going to watch a performance in the agreement area. He had been looking forward to that performance for a long time, but at the critical moment, an order was issued, and he hurried over with his troops to clean up the aftermath for the field department.

"It's like this every time, it's like this every time."

he complained.

Burlogo and Palmer were surrounded by reporters who came after hearing the news. In Marion's script, the two of them were survivors of the accident. In order to perform the play well, Palmer even had a bandage on his head. A few wraps of bandages, and as for Burlogo... he looked miserable enough.

The two of them avoided the flashing lights, and under the cover of the ferry people, they hurriedly went through the scene and left in a detour.

"So how do they explain this accident?" Boluogo turned back and looked at the collapsed ruins.

"Gas explosion? Disrepair? This kind of thing is casual. Anyway, it is the logistics department that has the headache."

Palmer pulled off the bandage on his head and said nonchalantly.

"They are professionals in this kind of thing."

…

Order Bureau, Special Operations Group Office.

Boluogo and Palmer were sitting on chairs, behind the desk was Lebius, and Jeffrey stood to one side, like a competent bodyguard.

Every time the "Heart Hub Network" is established, Uriel, as the hub of the living body, will be under tremendous mental pressure. After the task is over, she goes to rest first, and the matters under her body are taken care of by Lebius and Jeffrey. deal with.

"This is what happened."

Bologo finished recounting everything he had just experienced.

Making the report was much more laborious than Bologna thought. No one expected that they recorded all the conversations between Bologna and Palmer, and even made time points.

He needed to follow these conversations to retell the situation. Many details were asked repeatedly. The worst part was that a large part of the conversation was Palmer's nonsense.

Even Boluogo's expression was a bit unmanageable when he was asked these questions, while Palmer looked completely indifferent, which could be regarded as a kind of self-destruction.

Lebius nodded silently, and looked at each other with Jeffrey, making eye contact.

"Okay, you can rest now."

"Is it over like this?" Bologo asked Lebius.

"Otherwise? It's just an ordinary outing. It's not even necessary to mobilize the 'reclamation room' for blockade. Such tasks will be as frequent as daily work in your subsequent working lives. There is nothing to pay attention to."

From Lebius's point of view, this mission was indeed extremely ordinary. If this was not the first time that Borogo and Palmer acted together, he felt that even the "Heart Network" was not Necessary to establish.

Boluogo probably understood what Lebius meant. Just like himself, when he first hunted a demon, he was terrified at that time, but now he is used to it and can still enjoy it.

"Get off work! Get off work!" Palmer cheered.

"Then what happens after that? We just destroyed a stronghold and haven't uprooted the 'Human-hungry' yet, right?"

Burlogo was not as happy as Palmer and continued to ask.

The goods stored in the destroyed factory made Boluogo frightened. It was hard to imagine how many people died in the invisible shadows at the hands of "human addicts".

"We need to wait for the information from the Crow's Nest. They will continue to dig along this line." Lebius said.

"Wait?" Boluoge was a little unhappy.

"Patience is also one of the important qualities of a hunter." Lebius said calmly.

"What's more, what you need to do now is to remember and learn," Lebius taught. "You have also noticed, right? The cunningness of the battle between the Sublime Ones."

Bill's immobile body, and David's roaring shadow beast... they are just the meanest sublimation ones. In the future battles, the enemies Boluogo will face will only become more cunning and powerful.

Weird and unpredictable secret energy, alchemical weapons with unknown effects, ethereal skills to assist in combat, and even contracted objects that are said to be exchanged for power at a price...

Boluogo nodded, sighed, and said calmly.

"You're right, I was a little too impatient."

Waves of fatigue spread throughout the body. "Resurrection from the dead" consumes a lot of ether. The body feels empty and cannot be fully replenished for a while.

The soul fragments stored in "drawing" are more like a kind of backup energy, which can be released when Boluogo needs it. However, in order to help himself become a sublime person, the soul fragments are also consumed and are obtained by killing demons in the factory. Soul fragments were also used due to a death.

Boluogo can even feel a slight sense of hunger now, and he doesn't know if he is really hungry or if he is suffering from mania.

Thinking of this, Bologo glanced at Palmer.

"Want to have a late-night snack?"