Endless Debt.

Chapter 757

Chapter 757

Burogo believed that he never lacked the courage to die, but the more he was like this, the more curious he was, how he became undead in the first place.

A suspicion that had plagued Burlogo for a long time rose in his heart.

What would you do if the real you was the opposite of who you imagined you to be?

What if, as they say, Burlogo is really just a coward?

When Bologo left the Upside Down Hall and returned to the reclining room, he was still thinking about this question. After thinking about it for a long time, he once again strongly realized that the Immortal Body can be exempted from the restrictions on the body and lifespan, but it focuses on torturing everyone. The soul of an undead.

Eternal sinking.

Thinking of this, Bologo once again realized the importance of the Undead Club to Seri and the others. It brings together the undead. Although they are all first-class scumbags, they can be here Warm each other and ease the pain of this terrible ordeal.

"Damn it..." Burrog sighed in a low voice.

In this operation, Bologo once again assumed an extremely important position. The leader of this death squad also led a group of king's secret swords. No matter how you think about it, it is a bit crazy.

Bologo had a premonition in his heart, he always felt that this operation would not be so smooth... Also, which of his operations went smoothly.

Compared with Palmer, he was the downright unlucky ghost.

Bologo didn't stay in the Bureau of Order for too long today. Usually, before an action, Bologo would not let himself be too tense. Instead, he would deliberately relax himself to make his state reach a perfect state.

Around noon, Bologo left the Bureau of Order. Instead of going to the Undead Club, he returned home directly, pushed open the door, and Burlogo glanced at the living room. Palmer's door was still closed tightly. A vague snoring could be heard behind the door, the guy was still asleep.

Without paying attention to Palmer, Bologo returned to his bedroom, opened the "Origin Manual", and briefly updated the information records about the undead.

"The devil will use some means to trap the undead into a painful cycle, in order to torture them."

Bologo met many undead, but very few became his enemies. In his impression, there were only White Gull and the Wordless One.

Bai Gull's body is immortal, but he can't heal on his own initiative. He needs silk thread to suture him. After the attack of joy, his numbness threshold will increase again, until he cannot get any satisfaction even if he jumps into the sea of ​​fire, and falls into complete madness.

The Wordless One is greedy and divided. If he wants to gain full power, he can only become the only one, but after becoming the only one, he also has the possibility of being killed.

When writing these, Bologo couldn't help marveling at how terrible the devil's conspiracy was, using power and greed to create such a perfect instrument of torture.

Every undead is a prisoner, serving an eternal sentence.

Bologo closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer. After pausing for a moment, he opened the cabinet on one side. To a certain extent, this cabinet was regarded as Burlogo's memorial cabinet. It was born thanks to In the Undead Club, the cabinet full of good friends' cups.

The lifespan of the undead is too long, some things are not reliable to rely on memory alone, and no one can guarantee whether the memory will fade or even be forgotten.

So Bologo hoarded these things when he was still young. They can be regarded as souvenirs or trophies.

After a brief glance, the first thing is a well-preserved theater ticket without any creases. Even after so long, there are still discussions about "The Wandering Rat" in the city of oath Opus from time to time.

Then there are several Adele's diaries, put together with it, and Irving's new book, they all represent the big events that Burlogo has experienced, but the time axis disorder is missing here. Souvenirs, mainly because Burlogo didn't know what to take to commemorate that big event.

Do you want to put Amy in the closet directly?This is not reasonable.

Thinking so, Burrog reached into the cabinet, groped around, and took out a necklace.

The ring and the cross, this is a necklace from Adele, like a blessing, across time and space, it was given to Burogo.

Burrog cherishes gifts from old friends, so it has always been stored in the cabinet instead of being worn by Burrog at all times.

Thinking about the intensity of his work, even the alchemy weapon would be damaged, not to mention these ordinary necklaces. Bologo didn't want them to leave him so quickly.

After playing with it briefly, Burlogo tidied up the cabinet and closed the cabinet door. At the same time, there were loud noises outside the door. It seemed that Palmer had woken up.

Palmer stretched his waist, let out a long breath, and took a good night's sleep, which was very helpful for his physical and mental relief. Now Palmer's complexion is much better than before.

Seeing Palmer wake up, Bologo cleared his throat, and after careful consideration, he spoke to him.

"Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Palmer picked out his stomach and looked at Burlogo sleepily, "What is the good news."

"Good news, after the Bureau of Order has made a plan, we will deal with the King's Shield Guard first, and Morrison will not be able to escape."

Palmer became more refreshed, and he asked, "What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that you've been included in the raid team... To be precise, this is a death squad."

"what?"

At this moment, Palmer changed back to his previous appearance, screaming ghostly, although it was very noisy, but it also made Burlogo feel surprisingly relieved.

Burlogo gradually realized that he was always deeply disturbed when he had other people's lives in his hands, but when it was Palmer's life in his hands, he didn't feel the slightest pressure.

He didn't understand whether it was because of his trust in Palmer and his confidence in his own abilities, or because he had become desensitized to the fact that Palmer was in danger.

"I'm ready……"

Burrog murmured under his breath.

……

The sea of ​​fog in the Great Rift is always churning, as if there is never peace.

Inside the ruins of the Misty Fortress, the place where the Shadow King used to go fishing, the glass round bottom, had already completely collapsed under the indiscriminate destruction of Bologo. At this moment, this place has been engulfed by the deadly mist, which has invaded most of the world. In the Wuyuan Fortress, there is very little space left for the king's shield guards to move about.

But... the servant Wang Dunwei doesn't need that much space anymore.

The frightening thing about a high-level decondenser is that while distorting reality on a large scale, he can also produce terrifying damage to low-level decondensers and mortals.

In the destruction led by Bologo, many mortal soldiers fell in the collapsed ruins, and some first-stage sublimers were not spared. Bologo was like a battering hammer that pierced through the fortress. He not only destroyed most of the buildings, and also killed most of the King's Shield Guard's strength.

But it's only low-level power. Judging from the current severe situation, as long as the high-level power of the King's Shield Guards is not damaged, they will still be extremely threatening, not to mention there are demons and powers of decline. Plague assists them.

The Shadow King sat silently on top of the ruins. The interlaced steel bars and gravels were perfectly built as his throne.

There were sounds of people moving around in the dark, as well as strange sounds of flying birds, as if a flock of birds had used the ruins as their nests. The flapping of their wings overlapped and echoed in the narrow corridor, mixing into a frighteningly strange sound. sound.

The clanging iron sound cut through the noise like a sharp sword, and the silver knight in iron armor walked towards the Shadow King.

"They have blocked the big rift, and we have no way out." Even in the face of such a predicament, the voice of the third seat tried to maintain restraint.

Choosing to hide in the Great Rift is a very risky move. In the territory of the Bureau of Order, they don't have to worry about attacks from the king's secret sword, but the price is that when the Bureau of Order is determined to cut off the abscess on their bodies At that time, the Great Rift of Sanctuary will become their deathbed.

All directions are blocked by the Bureau of Order, and below is a terrifying abandoned place. Even if the fourth group guarding here can be defeated, the existence of the quiet line of defense can still kill everyone's vitality.

This is a piece of land soaked by the power of the devil, and even the winding path cannot be successfully developed here, so the servant Wang Dunwei, even the means of leaving through the winding path will also fail.

There seemed to be no other end for them than to fight to the death.

"Is there no way out?" Shadow King said in a deep voice, "Do you think the king's secret sword will join the hunt?"

The third seat was silent.

The Shadow King didn't wait for his answer, but said to himself, "They will definitely join the hunt. Compared with the Bureau of Order, they... the first person they hate more is me."

As if mocking himself, he said, "Traitors are always more hateful than enemies, aren't they?"

"We can protect you from the encirclement," said the third seat.

"And then? Continue to live on like this?"

The Shadow King said as he took off the broken silver mask, and it was simply repaired by Borrog's slash. This silver mask has witnessed his desperate time, and may also witness the death of the Shadow King.

"Look at me, my old friend, look what I've become."

The Shadow King stood up with difficulty, and then took off the black robe on his body, fully showing his ugly posture in the eyes of the third seat.

The face of the second seat is like a mummy, the loose skin is as stiff as leather, the eye sockets are sunken, and there is only muddy darkness. Time wears away his flesh and blood, giving him a face that can only emerge in nightmares.

Opening his hands, the thin and slender hands and feet of the second seat are as tough as tree trunks, but they no longer have any vitality. Many unhealed scars remain on them, revealing thin skin and yellow bones.

"Anyone with this kind of injury would not be able to live for so long. It can be said that I should have died a long time ago. It is the power of the devil that has allowed me to continue until now."

The voice of the second seat was low and hoarse, like the vibrato of dead wood, and uttered an indecipherable language, as if the cold feeling came from the corner blown by the sea breeze.

"But, my old friend, how long can such a blessing last?"

He strode towards the third seat, his steps were as light as fallen leaves being blown by the wind, his dark eyes were filled with the breath of death, it seemed that he would turn into dust anytime and anywhere.

The second seat came in front of the third seat, and this was the first time in many years that the third seat looked at him so closely and carefully.

The clothes worn under the black robe have long been dilapidated, like ruins eroded by the years, the body is like a corpse buried deep under the earth and has not seen the sun for decades, the gloomy brilliance reveals a sense of despair decadent.

"I don't have time, old friend."

The second seat reached out and touched the iron armor of the third seat.

His nails were as dry as dead wood, lifeless, defeated in the endless struggle against time.

The hand of the second seat went through the iron armor.

No, it was the closed armor that opened.

Burrog destroyed one after another of the Silver Knights, but never saw the real third... Many people have never seen the real third.

Before the start of the secret war, the third seat was an extremely mysterious existence in the king's secret sword. He always appeared in the form of a dominator to conceal the existence of his real body.

Few people know his true face, and even more detailed information. The only thing that can be revealed is that the third seat is not only a defender of the School of Control, but he is also quite accomplished in alchemy. An alchemist who forges dominators for himself.

Since the split, most of the alchemy weapons used by the king's shield guards were personally forged by the third seat, and the same is true for the silver knights he controls now.

The breastplate was split to the sides, revealing the existence of the package under it.

The second seat looked at him pitifully.

That thing occupied the entire space of the breastplate, it was a round meat ball, the skin was dark and moist, the surface of the body was pitted, filled with morbid dirt, full of indescribable dirty smell, like rotten meat lumps Bound together, the diseased cells continued to multiply, presenting dark plaques one after another, making people sick to look at.

In the squeezed flesh and blood, only one bloodshot eye can be seen, a pitch-black hole is under the one eye, and it is also slightly expanding and closing with the ups and downs of the fleshy ball. It may be his nose.

The second seat couldn't see his ears, which should have been squeezed by bloated flesh and blood, and a big and ugly mouth hung below the one eye and nose.

The large mouth is full of folds and festering wounds, which seem to burst open at any time.His mouth does not seem to be born for talking, but for devouring everything.

The second seat stood in front of him, and the densely packed, gear-like teeth in the mouth came into view. It was like an old-fashioned large industrial machine, ready to completely crush the swallowed thing at any time.

Most disgusting of all, his body secreted a weird, viscous liquid reminiscent of the crushed bodily fluids of some venomous snakes or insects.

The second seat is no stranger to this. In his impression, sometimes, there will be some granulation sprouts growing on his body that are as deformed as his body, crawling and entangled on his body, which is extremely disgusting.

He was a poor creature abandoned by life, and his whole body looked like a disgusting pus nest.

A cursed life.

A monster.

A deformed child abandoned by fate.

"Old friend..." the second seat said softly.

Others will loathe and hate him, but the second seat will not. In times of despair, only this twisted and evil ball of meat is by his side. For the second seat, he is the holy angel.

Except for a very small number of high-level officials of the King's Secret Sword, no one knows the past of the third seat. He was a born deformed child, and after being abandoned by his mother, he was tortured by alchemists.

In one operation, the second seat saved his life before his limbs degenerated into this appearance, and he said he would repay himself.

The second seat doesn't care, who would expect a deformed child who can't even walk normally?

Until he miraculously endured the implantation of the alchemy matrix, until he was continuously promoted, and with this twisted body, he became a powerful defender.

Until he chooses to betray with himself and endure this long pain.

"His Majesty……"

The third seat honors the second seat. His one eye seems to be staring into the distance, as if he is looking back at the details of life, but he also seems to have been lost by the years and cannot find his own coordinates.

"You look really ugly now," the third seat commented, "like a rotting mummy that has fallen into the abyss and lost its mind. Every cell in your body is full of the breath of death."

"I thought we would hide here until we die. After all, you always look silent, like a withered tree."

Occupying his own territory forever, the years have been barren, and the Shadow King is like a withered old tree, until it is weakened and worn away by time, standing in a cold and windy corner. "

"Are you disappointed in me?" asked the second seat.

"No," said the third seat, "it's okay, if you want to enjoy the last peace of life, I am willing to spend the last time here with you, but if you say... If you want to go to war, take back everything you once had."

The clanging iron sound interrupted the conversation between the two of them again, and another armor came out from the darkness. Its painting was absolutely pitch black, and only a little bit of etheric light appeared, indicating that it was being ruled by the third seat.

"Your Majesty, I have prepared your armor and sword."

The armor stopped, and it half-kneeled, the armor on the back cracked and opened, and the inside was blank, with cables and infusion lines interspersed, densely arranged needles, as if waiting for someone to put it on.

The silver knight's breastplate closed, and the hoarse voice of the third seat became dull again, and then more footsteps sounded, and one silver knight after another came out of the shadows.

There is more than one legion of the Wordless here.

……

"Sworn City Opals, my God, I almost can't remember when I was here last time."

The red dog poked his head out of the car window, looking around like a stranger who came here for the first time, the excitement in his expression was undisguised.

"It was at the end of the secret war that we carried you out when you were almost unconscious."

In the spacious and comfortable business car, the voice from the fourth seat sounded from the side. It was a dark-skinned, muscular man, full of strength like a rock.

"Oh? Is that so?" Red Dog didn't care, "I passed out, no wonder I don't have any memory."

Pulling his head back, the red dog leaned on the back of the seat, and under the driver's guidance, the car drove into the traffic flow and headed towards the big crack.

"Hey, it's a bit of a shame to think this way. Such a good place was actually kicked out."

Red Dog sighed helplessly, and then proposed, "If we attack now, do you think we can conquer this city?"

"Is it just you and me? Are there any other guys who aren't even defenders?" The fourth seat was a bit disgusted with the red dog, but he still seriously analyzed, "We will cause some damage to this city, There will be a large number of deaths of field personnel of the Bureau of Civilian and Order, but it will not shake their foundations, it will just send them to death in vain."

"Ah... to die? You can't say so absolutely, how will you know if you don't try."

The red dog's voice changed, his expression was strange, and his words were full of provocation, "It's like I never thought that I was almost killed by the negative power."

He leaned forward, staring at the calm face as if deliberately arousing the other party's anger.

"You say yes, Lebius."

Levius and the red dog sat face to face, his face was calm, as if he hadn't heard the red dog's words, seeing Levius's reaction so boring, the red dog shook his head disappointedly, and then looked at the sitting Libius The man next to Us.

"What do you say, Jeffrey?"

Unlike the calm Lebius, Geoffrey's eyes were full of anger. If he hadn't been restrained by his duties, he might be swinging the heavy bone-crushing knife now.

"Ah, what a fateful coincidence, everyone."

Red Dog opened his arms, as if to hug the two of them.

"It was the two of you who sent me out of this city at the beginning, and now you two greet me personally."

Red Dog sneered, "The Bureau of Order is really considerate."

Lebius raised his hand and pressed Jeffrey's shoulder, his eyes were indifferent as if he was looking at a corpse, "If you are here to fight, just swing your sword, if you are here to negotiate, then shut up , Red Dog."

"Okay, okay, I listen to you, Lebius."

The red dog reached out and patted Levius' knee, pretending to be guilty, "After all, I am still deeply ashamed for breaking your leg."

Lebius said calmly, "You will pay the price, with all the hatred of the second group."

The red dog said proudly, "I know, I know, many people have said similar things to me, but unfortunately that day never came."

"That day will come," Jeffrey suppressed his anger, "just as the sinner's judgment cannot escape."

Red Dog raised his feet and turned his head to look at the thick mist erupting from the large rift.

"Then I guess it's not the day."

The billowing thick fog gathered above the city of oath, Opus, the clouds became thicker, and the sky became gloomy, as if a heavy rain was accumulating.

(End of this chapter)