Endless Debt

As both glorious beings, if Nethanil's ether is a scorching sun, a substantial flowing fire, full of violent destructive power, then Holt is at the other extreme.

Holt's ether was very quiet, like a pool of calm stagnant water. His power did not cause any distortion of reality. If they could not clearly detect the supreme power belonging to the Glorious One, the Speaker and Siti would have thought that Hall Special's power is still imprisoned.

He moved his neck and wrists. This was the first time in so many years that Holt was shackled and treated like a prisoner. Fortunately, his risk-taking paid off and he skipped those troublesome battles. , and reached the decision-making core of the Secret Group in one step.

And then... put down the rebellion.

“I have always felt that the reason why human beings are called human beings and have so-called civilization is because we selflessly contribute, help each other, restrain our selfish desires, eliminate differences, and unite for a greater ideal, so that we can survive the vastness of the world. Dark night.”

Holt's eyes seemed to pierce the Speaker's eyes like sharp knives and penetrate into the depths of his soul. "The concept of Sublime Supremacy has completely abandoned these and turned human civilization into a beast-like food chain. We are mutually exclusive." Just like monsters, they no longer have any dignity or dignity, and they can only impatiently devour blood."

The Speaker laughed, his voice hoarse and sharp, like a row of knives rubbing against each other in his throat.

"What is this? A declaration of victory? You know, you haven't won yet."

Holt said nonchalantly, "When I stepped into this place, it was already doomed."

The rebellion wasn't over yet, but it was no different than it was because Holt was here.

Siti's eyes widened and she stared directly at Holt. She was not as calm as the Speaker. Fear and panic grew in her heart. Siti had lived too long. When she was young, she still had a desperate fight. courage, but now the time stolen from the god of death has turned her into a coward.

She just wanted to live, but she couldn't think of a way to survive.

Holt, the youngest Glorious Person of the Bureau of Order and the latest generation of Glorious Persons. A few minutes ago, Siti had just learned about the horror of Nathaniel from the battle report brought by the Aurora Road. It was unimaginable that this important person was The newly promoted Glorious One, who is far younger than Nethaniel, must have such terrifying power.

Xiti suddenly laughed, her face full of sadness.

The Group of Secrets chose to start a war with the Bureau of Order at this time, largely because they were forced to do so. Now the conflicts between the various forces are becoming increasingly acute, and the war is imminent. Once the Bureau of Order wins and the other forces are completely integrated, then the Group of Secrets will There will be no more independence.

For their own ideas, interests, immortal vision, fear of death and greed for eternal life, the Secret Group cooperated with the Night Clan and tried to win their own interests in the disputes.

This was a huge gamble, but no matter what, they never expected that they would lose so quickly.

The Bureau of Order's methods are so deadly and rapid. This is not a mission. It is simply an army. There are only a few, but one person is an army.

The trap set for the Bureau of Order has now become their burial place.

"Fa...Fabien," Siti suddenly said, she cursed, "It's him! Those damn truth sects!"

It is true that the Order Bureau has extremely strong military power, but the Order Bureau cannot be omniscient and omnipotent. If their actions are so smooth, there must be an internal problem within the Secret Group, so the target of suspicion is very clear.

"Be quiet."

Holt raised his hand and made a hissing gesture.

Xiti's voice stopped suddenly. She could not open her mouth or make a sound. Her movements had a huge sense of sluggishness, as if her body had been poured into cement and she could not move.

The Speaker fell into the same sluggishness, but Holt didn't seal his throat and he could still speak.

"What an interesting secret energy. Is it the Void Spirit School? It directly affects my nerves and makes me lose control of my body?" The Speaker noticed curiously, "Or... is it the Control School? Directly affects the surrounding people Controlling things? But that’s not quite right, how can you cross my moment soul threshold?”

"Forget it, you'll find out soon."

The Speaker muttered a few words in a low voice, but he remained calm in the face of Holt, whose eyes were shining.

"As for what you said about human civilization, I want to know, how do you define human civilization?"

"Is this a debate?"

Holt was a little impatient. He thought that after saying the beautiful words, he should fight and turn the place into ruins, but he could not see any fighting spirit from the speaker. Instead, he cared about the battle of ideas. As for Xiti, as a glorious person, she is too old to be considered a threat at all.

The speaker said, "Just treat it as nonsense before you die. Don't you want to find out something about it?"

"Oh? You're much more interesting than I thought."

"In your imagination, who am I?"

"A guy who fell into absolute madness in order to survive. Obviously, you are now fully sane." Holt looked up at the congressmen huddled in the crystal hive. "You are much more sane than all of them." .”

Holt is not much less stressed than Nethaniel. Nethaniel has risked his life to break through the traps of the Secret Group. What Holt has to do is face the entire Council of Sages.

The huddled figures in front of him are basically Glorious Ones. No matter how old they are, this order of magnitude is still making people feel tired. Holt doubts that if a dozen of them release their power at the same time, the ether summoned will Will it directly crush reality and reach the etheric realm?

"Hahaha," the Speaker laughed twice, "You are also very interesting, Holt. It was obviously a tense atmosphere, but we talked like friends."

The Speaker put away his smile and looked at Holt squarely, "You are a completely arrogant guy, and you don't take us seriously at all."

"I'm just a little proud," Holt said, straightening out his disheveled clothes, "and care about so-called decency."

"Are you from an extraordinary family?"

"No, this has nothing to do with family tradition, it's just self-pursuit."

"Very well, I can understand human dignity," the Speaker brought the topic back to his debate. "I have no interest in understanding your thoughts. Besides, even if I understand, it will not change my thoughts, so Let me briefly explain what I consider human civilization.”

"continue."

"I think one person can represent all of humanity. Rather than using resources on countless mediocre humans, it is better to create a supreme human being," the Speaker thought, "He alone will represent all of us. , is the embodiment of the essence of human civilization.”

The speaker's numb expression revealed a strange sense of fanaticism, "I once met a mortal, it must have been a hundred years ago. He didn't know the existence of the Sublime One, but he yearned for the sky. He I hope that the lords and kings will stop fighting, and instead use all their resources to explore the sky. As for other things, they are no longer important compared to the end of the sky."

"At that moment, my thoughts coincided with his. Stop messing around with those boring political views and interests that only annoy people. Let us sacrifice most or even everyone to create a The ultimate condenser who enjoys all resources."

The Speaker said with deep emotion.

"The God of Men."

Holt thought the Speaker was crazy, "After giving so many lame reasons, you want to become a god?"

"No, no, no, don't you understand what I mean? That god can be anyone, as long as he is more powerful than us," the speaker said excitedly and incoherently, "If I am more powerful than everyone else, then I am That god, if you are more powerful than me, then it is you who enjoys all this."

"Think about it, Holt, there are no more differences, no more conflicts, there is one and only one, the supreme god of mankind. With this, we may be able to promote the further evolution of mankind and become a person who transcends the material world and reaches the ether. world, or even exist in another dimension.”

The Speaker was extremely excited. This time he directly broke through the stagnation caused by Holt, and grabbed Holt's shoulders with his withered hands.

"Think about it, in that great future... maybe we will be stronger than the devils and become the supreme being."

"The Supreme Being?"

Holt shook his head helplessly and said in disappointment, "Sorry, I still can't understand your crazy ideas."

"oh……"

The Speaker was splashed with cold water and looked a little dazed. He came to his senses and let go of Holt with a slight embarrassment.

"So?" The Speaker hesitated.

"So let's get back to the point... This is an insurrection."

Holt said, the lines of the alchemical matrix covered his body surface, the ether surged wildly without restraint, the ether concentration surged, and reality was bent and distorted.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it..."

The Speaker looked troubled, and the same high-pitched etheric reaction rose under his deformed and decayed body.

One second, the two of them were discussing ideas and rights and wrongs in a friendly manner. The next second, they were fighting each other, as if they were mortal enemies with a blood feud.

The two ethers collided together, setting off a series of extraordinary phenomena. Immediately afterwards, Xiti also released the ether, and another glorious person joined the battlefield.

"Aren't they coming?"

Holt roared, all his weapons were confiscated, and he could only quickly throw out a heavy punch. With the power of the extreme state, he hit the ether barrier woven in front of the speaker like a heavy hammer.

The ether collapsed and became chaotic, and the barrier that was held up fell apart under Holt's heavy blow. They were also Glorious Ones, and the generation difference in the alchemical matrix between them was really too great.

"Them? There's no time to use them yet."

The speaker was so shocked that he stepped back repeatedly, but he still had the strength to raise his head and glanced at the crystal honeycomb above his head and the legislators who were curled up as if sleeping.

Holt approached again with a tsunami-like offensive. Faced with this harsh blow, the Speaker couldn't help but sigh at the difference in alchemy matrices between the two, and then a series of crazy illusions burst out between the two.

Xiti?

Holt glanced sideways at the woman. He suspected that this was Xiti's secret power, but Xiti just stood there and released the ether, and there was no further manifestation of the secret power.

She disrupted Holt's observation, only for a moment, but it was enough. Raw and pure power is released from the Speaker.

Secret Energy·Fantasy Creation.

The dense composite metal walls were shaped out of thin air. They blocked Holt's heavy blow. They fell apart, annihilated into ether and dispersed. Holt continued to pursue, and thick thunderbolts suddenly appeared, followed by his own mind. There was a heart-wrenching pain inside, as if he had been attacked by the secret energy of the Void Spirit School.

Without the Void Spirit School, the only one who has been attacking him is the Speaker.

Hidden in that rotten and shriveled head were crazy fantasies beyond ordinary people's imagination. With the power of fantasy creation, the Speaker had such whimsical imagination that Holt had a splitting headache. This influence really happened to Holt. On the body.

"Haha! I haven't been like this for a long time!"

The Speaker let out a weird laugh. He had not fought with anyone for too long since he hid in the heart of the nest. His body was so stiff that he almost forgot how to use it.

The wild thoughts are still there, growing wantonly.

Holt ignored all these fancy things, broke through the surrounding thunder, approached the Speaker again, and released his secret power without reservation.

Secret Energy·Amber.

This is the name Holt himself gave to his secret power after he was promoted to Glory. It is hard to imagine that a person like him would have such a poetic and romantic name. What is even more surprising is that the secret power The nature of energy actually fits perfectly with the word amber.

The ripples of secret energy were released from Holt's body, completely covering his own field, completely wrapping up the Speaker and Siti. Almost at the same time when his secret energy was released, both the Speaker and Siti felt a surge of energy. Strong sense of sluggishness.

As if they were trapped in the gradually solidifying resin, their movements became extremely slow. Even a slight movement like lifting a finger would have to overcome thousands of times of resistance before they could barely move a little. Moreover, judging from the naked eye, , they simply froze in place without any change.

The physical body was completely stagnant, and the ether was silent as well, as if there was a glorious person from the original school who released the prohibition and silence on this place.

Siti tried to resist, but then she realized that this was not the prohibition and silence, but Holt's amber that swallowed up the ether in the environment, freezing them into a beautiful piece of amber.

"Ah...ah..."

The Speaker wanted to say something, but the amber had solidified, completely sealing him up. Even if he tried his best to release his ether to resist, it would only create some gaps. He had the ability to break through this obstacle, but it would take a few seconds. But for a young Glory, a few seconds is enough to kill the Speaker thousands of times.

Eventually, everything around Holt froze, as if frozen in time.

No……

Time is still flowing, but Holt forcibly stops the movement of all objects in the field to achieve a pseudo-effect similar to time freeze. And this is not true stillness and stagnation. Holt has just slowed down infinitely. The speed of movement of objects is so slow that even moving one centimeter requires unimaginable force and several days.

For these people captured by the secret energy, what is the difference between this and time stasis?

Holt calmly avoided the thunder that was frozen in mid-air, and strode to the speaker. Holt was too young, and the speaker was too old, just like a machine gunner fighting against the charging cavalry, no When he gets closer, the bullets will penetrate both the man and the horse.

"Go to hell with your crazy ideas."

Holt said, punching through the speaker's heart. There was no sticky sound between the flesh and blood, but only the clear and crisp sound of collapse after the rotten wood was broken.

The Speaker stood straight on the spot. He could feel the pain coming from his body and could clearly see Holt's heavy punch, but he just watched and could do nothing.

In a daze, the Speaker heard a crisp cracking sound.

Holt's secret power is not absolutely powerful. It also has its own flaws. When Holt's fist penetrated the speaker's body, Holt also punched a hole in the amber he created. , invisible cracks spread across the invisible amber, and the Speaker's ether surged wildly, trying to expand the cracks and escape from it.

Part of the speaker's body gained some freedom, and his voice was intermittent, like a broken radio.

"It's really... a weird... secret energy..."

Holt was silent and Amber shattered, but this did not mean that Amber's offensive had stopped.

The speaker's body is highly etherified, but he still possesses mortal nature and has flesh and blood parts, such as his brain, heart, and central nervous system. These vital body parts are areas that are difficult to etherify.

The heavy punch pierced the speaker's chest, causing Holt's ether to destroy his moment soul criticality from the inside and eat away at his body.

The speed of some flesh and blood is normal, but the speed of some flesh and blood is extremely slow. Therefore, in the blood vessels, the slow-flowing blood blocks the fast-flowing blood, and fatal blood clots cover the speaker's body like dark thunder.

The speed of the bones was also divided into two. The upper part of the tibia had normal speed, but the lower part was slowed to the limit. The Speaker struggled to stand up. Under the stagnant speed difference, Holt twisted himself without any effort. His tibia was like a spatial dislocation, and such injuries kept erupting on the Speaker's body.

"What are you going to do next? Imagine that you will not die? Rely on the power of fantasy creation to deceive yourself?"

Holt laughed nonchalantly, and Siti on the other side was under tremendous pressure and stepped forward towards Holt, but what she didn't notice was that there was a certain speed difference between her upper body and lower body. The spine is being twisted and deformed by its own strength.

"Ha...haha..." The speaker's mouth was filled with blood, "It's not over yet... This is my heaven on earth."

"Aren't you going to die? Then let's give it a try."

Holt said, smashing the speaker's head with a punch, and the head exploded, leaving only half of his mouth hanging on the cervical spine.

But the disturbing laughter still kept ringing.

"Young man, you are more powerful than I imagined," the Speaker screamed like a ghost, "but you should not step into my heaven!"

The Speaker laughed wildly, and the fruits that covered his body and hung around his neck twitched and twisted. Faces emerged from the surface of the fruits. They were faces full of pain and sorrow. They were just like the Speaker. and screamed.

Strange ripples were released from the speaker's body. At first Holt thought it was the speaker's secret power, but the next second, he realized that the ripples came from these fruits, these fantasy seeds.

Holt has never faced a Utopian Seed. To him, this fruit full of blood and death is something that only exists in rumors. Holt does not understand its power.

Out of vigilance, Holt immediately submerged the entire nest center into amber without distinction, ordering everything to slow down until it stopped.

But this could not stop the ripples from spreading, let alone the success of the Speaker's conspiracy. When the ripples swept past Holt, he accidentally thought of an extraordinary disaster that happened in Oath City Opos many years ago.

Extraordinary disaster and timeline chaos.

Holt realized in hindsight, "Is that so?"

In the ripple storm that distorts time, the Speaker taunted, "Do you feel hopeless?"

"No," Holt shook his head, extremely confident, "I can kill you once, and I can kill you a thousand times. No matter how you come back, this will be the result."

Holt's reaction made the Speaker a little disappointed. The Speaker thought that Holt should be more desperate, so that the Speaker could throw Holt's arrogance into the dirt and trample it to pieces.

The speaker refused, "I can fail countless times, but you can only lose once."

Holt still maintained full pride, "Really? Then do your best and find a way to survive in my hands."

The memory became clear, and Holt recalled the details of the extraordinary disaster. He said quietly, "Besides, you are unlucky enough. You obviously have the power to control extraordinary disasters, but you met the professionals who are best at handling it. "

"what are you saying?"

"nothing."

Holt waved his hand calmly, letting the ripples engulf him completely, and vague sounds came from the time-distorted light.

"You will understand what I am talking about in the future."

The voice added, "He is much crueler than me."

The strong light drowned everything, completely covering the center of the nest. This heaven on earth that belongs to the Speaker alone resets the time axis here to its original state. It is like a curtain on a stage. The moment it goes out, everything returns to its original point.

Just when the Speaker was still wondering what Holt's last words meant, Holt's voice sounded again.

"So... as long as I kill you, I can completely paralyze the group of secrets, right?"

The Speaker looked directly at Holt in front of him, and saw a glimmer of light reflected in his eyes. A series of shattering sounds came from around him. The shackles that imprisoned him collapsed one by one and turned into pieces of metal fragments. It fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

The glorious one.

The Speaker is very familiar with this comeback scene. What he should say has already been said in the last review, and he is too lazy to talk to Holt anymore.

Crazy fantasies arose one after another.

…

On the long rotating staircase, blood fell step by step along the steps, like a bloody carpet or a waterfall of blood.

The entire area was filled with all kinds of tragic corpses, as if a bloodthirsty monster had started a massacre from here, and there were almost no whole corpses to speak of.

In the deathly silence, a voice full of impatience and complaints sounded.

"So, due to the emergency, the entire escalator of the Holy Hub is blocked. If you want to go up, you can only climb up layer by layer?"

"Yes, it is"

The disabled person suppressed the fear in his heart, tried hard to forget the crazy scenes just now, remained rational, and responded to the questions.

The other party still couldn't believe it, so he confirmed again, "Climbing layer by layer?"

The disabled man swallowed and replied, "Yes, there is no other way."

The other person crossed his arms and looked extremely distressed. If he forgot the killing he had just caused, he would be like an employee who was about to be late for work and was distressed by the power outage in the elevator.

"Can we rush all the way up from outside the tower?" he suggested.

"But the place you want to go to is the heart of the nest. The outer wall there is protected by the Aurora Road. Even if you are the defender, you won't be able to break it open in a short time."

"Oh...is that so?"

The other party looked embarrassed. He let out a long sigh, reluctantly accepted the situation, and then patted the disabled person on the shoulder.

This slap scared the disabled man crazy. Like a frightened rabbit, he jumped up from the ground and sat back down heavily.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I won't kill you."

The other party continued to comfort him, but looking at the corpses around him, the mutilated man did not believe his lies.

"Really, you are not a condenser, why should I kill you?"

The other party stretched out his hand to help the frightened cripple, "Quickly, stand up and get out of here. Maybe this tower will collapse soon and you will be buried, but no one will be able to save you."

He was so considerate and gentle that the disabled man was confused for a moment.

"Tell me, what are you doing here, a disabled person?" the other party asked casually.

"Keep...keep it clean."

"Hey, it's just cleaning. What's the risk? Let's go."

The other party pushed the disabled person hard, and the disabled person tried to take two steps. His legs were so light that it seemed as if he couldn't feel them.

Looking back, I saw that the other party was already stepping on the blood-stained stairs, walking up step by step. It seemed that he really planned to kill through the tower.

After hesitating for a moment, the disabled man finally summoned up the courage to ask, "Who are you?"

The other party paused for a moment, and after pondering for a while, as if to relax the atmosphere, he opened his mouth and spoke a series of words.

"I am Borogo Lazarus, leader of the Special Operations Team of the Bureau of Order, concurrently leader of the Temporary Operations Team, Rookie of the Year in the Field Service Department, friend of the Lords of the Night Clan, survivor of the Scorched Earth Fury, undead... …”

Boluogo spoke so loudly that, except for one name, the disabled person didn't understand a few of them.

At the end of the story, Boluogo lamented that he had so many titles and rich resume, he was simply a strong man in the workplace, and then he remembered a title that he had almost forgotten.

"By the way, I am still the unshakable one."