Endless Debt.

Chapter 688

Chapter 688

The gap between the believers and the defenders is still too great, but under such a gap, Bologo found that he was absorbing the ether of the speechless and usurped them. For a while, even Bologo himself began to In a trance, I don't understand what happened.

"Draw...Draw?"

Burrog realized early on that he had the ability to absorb. By hunting demons, he could absorb soul fragments from their corpses to relieve mania and store them as backup ether.

Regarding this ability, Bologo has never been able to figure out what it is, but in this desperate situation, Bologo actually took the initiative to release this power.

Bite let go, the ether was exhausted, and Bologo lost all means of counterattack. The moment he punched back, he only thought about counterattack, like a hysterical soldier, groping for the weapon on his body indiscriminately.

Eventually drawing a dagger in the corner that he couldn't remember either.

"What did you just say?"

Bologo raised his head. Due to the restriction of rank, he could not absorb more ether from the Wordless One, but the ether he had absorbed now was enough to make Burlogo's alchemy matrix work again.

"Soul sucking?"

The Wordless One's voice boomed indistinctly, and Bologo could hear only the first half.

"It's weird."

The Wordless Man shook his head. He ignored Burrog from the beginning to the end, and was just talking to himself.

Dazzling rays of light emerged, and the Wordless Raised the Ether Sword again. Even if Bologo could absorb his own ether, so what? Judging from the current absorption speed of Bologo, he could not usurp all his ether in a short time, and It only takes a moment to cut off his head by himself.

The thunder burst out, and the wordless man slashed down a thunderbolt, Bologo's pupils burned, the flames of the cauldron burned wantonly, and the snake's scale liquid surged, turning into dense iron branches to stab the wordless man.

Unstoppable, Bologo knew that even if he suddenly activated the absorbed power, relying on it alone would still not be able to turn the tide of the battle. The Wordless One is too powerful right now.

At this time, Bologo realized how lucky he was to be able to solve the Silver Knight when the time axis was out of order. With the blessing of many forces such as Scourge and Lebius, they barely killed the Silver Knight. And that's just the third remote-controlled puppet.

The defensive chariot.

Bologo has fully sensed the strength of this force, like an unstoppable chariot, no matter who tries to stop him, he will only be crushed to pieces.

Lightning shattered and annihilated the iron branches. The high-concentration ether released manic power and easily decomposed these metal substances. Next, it would kill Bologo. This time, Bologo didn't know how long it would take him to revive .

Bologo looked directly at Lei Guang, he wanted to witness his own death with his own eyes, and he would never back down. Under Bologo's glaring gaze, the galloping Lei Guang stagnated abruptly, and then reversed the direction of his slashing.

The Wordless One suddenly gave up his attack on Borrog, turned quickly, swung his sword, and smashed the deadly bolt of lightning behind him.

The wind came belatedly, and Burrog heard the whisper that could stir the storm.

The brilliant golden light exploded and extinguished, and after the smoke was lingering, a tall figure appeared in front of the Wordless Man. The deadly thunder light stayed on his chest, but no matter how hard the Wordless Man tried, it couldn't get close.

"Not bad, Balogo," Nethaniel smiled at Balogo, "You've lasted longer than I thought."

"Deputy...deputy chief?"

Burrog sat down backward with all his strength, and Amy rushed over and supported Burrog. Like Burrog, she also had a look of astonishment.

Did the sublimation furnace core open the closed building and bring reinforcements?But the reinforcements are actually the deputy director, which is a bit of a big deal.

Amyu's face changed slightly, and she suddenly found that the imaginary domain of the closed building was still intact, it was not damaged at all, so Nethaniel... Could it be that Nethaniel was in this building early in the morning?

"Nesanir."

An indistinct and hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of the speechless man. He, who has always been silent, said too many words today, which surprised even himself.

"long time no see."

Nethaniel showed a calm smile, one hand strangled the arm of the Wordless Man holding Lei Guang tightly, and the power of heart palpitations expanded in Nethaniel's body. No one would doubt Nethaniel's killing intent at the moment, but However, Bologo couldn't perceive any etheric reaction and fluctuation from this killing intent.

Ether shading, enough to perfectly cover the ether shading of the Glory One's rank.

Extreme.

After reaching the level of the defender, due to his high intimacy with the ether, many ether chi skills will be finally strengthened, and even present an effect almost like a secret energy, and the extreme state is the name for it.

As a Glorious One, Nethaniel, mastering several extreme states couldn't be easier. If he hadn't observed the existence of Nethaniel with naked eyes, Bologo would not be able to distinguish his existence by relying on perception alone.

This is the first time Burlogo has seen the so-called extreme.

Nethaniel exerted a little force, and there was a shuddering sound of bones breaking. He abruptly twisted the arm of the Wordless Man, and the rolling thunder light dissipated.

Pulling off the wordless man's arm, what gushes out from the broken part of the wound is not blood, but a blur of blood, mixed with flowing shimmer.

When possessing the power of a defender, the body of the Wordless Man has already begun to etherize, and his physical body has gradually become extraordinary. It is already difficult to kill him with conventional physical damage.

Gould, who was also the defender, suffered such a severe injury before, not because of physical injuries, but because his spiritual will fell into the control of the Desire Witch and let her play.

Strangely, this time the etherization did not help the Wordless Man ease his injuries. On the contrary, the gleam at the wound was fading rapidly, and the stagnant blood overflowed again.

The speechless man felt that countless poisonous snakes were burrowing into his body from his wounds. They wantonly bit his own flesh and blood and gnawed away at his alchemy matrix. In an instant, he couldn't even maintain the ether.

"Only a part of you is not enough to see."

Nethaniel strangled the Wordless Man's throat as he spoke, and with a little force, the etheric glow on the Wordless Man's body was completely extinguished, and the sound of twisting and breaking resounded in his body.

The more high-pitched ether invaded the body of the wordless man, pierced through the threshold of the moment soul of the wordless man at the moment of contact, and then completely invaded the alchemy matrix.

Wordless is not surprised by such an ending. After all, what he is facing now is the most destructive honorable person in the history of the Bureau of Order.

Not only the Bureau of Order, but looking at the entire history of the world, it is also a rare terrorist existence.

The Wordless Man suddenly felt a little curious. He was not present at the most grand scene of the secret war. He was very curious about who was the sharpest sword between Nethaniel and Xilin that time.

His thoughts were interrupted, Nethaniel twisted the neck of the Wordless Man, and wrecked his body with water. Soon his body shriveled and shriveled, like a wind-eroded building, annihilated into pieces of dust and scattered.

The Wordless One, who had beaten Burrog so breathless, fell and died at the hands of the Glorious One.

Bologo tried his best to maintain his will. He knew that he could not die yet, so he raised his spirits and struggled to say to Nethaniel.

"There is a man, a man who is completely different from the Wordless Man, he is dressed in a black robe..."

That strange connection tugged at Burlogo's heart.

"Oh? You mean it?"

Nethaniel turned around and faced Bologo. It was at this moment that Bologo realized that Netanir was holding a corpse in his other hand.

After careful observation, Bologo found that it was not a corpse, but a body made of machinery wrapped under the black robe.

"I guess it's the assassin of the king's shield guard. He wants to sabotage the negotiation between us and the king's secret sword."

Nethaniel lied without changing his face, "As for this thing, it's just a controlled object, and the real owner is not here."

Throwing the body on the ground, the buzzing sound of metal continued, and Bologo stared at the wreckage in a daze. Nethaniel was right, the master who controlled the body was gone, and he could not feel the weird connection up.

The field of vision fell into darkness, and the exhausted Burrog fell heavily.

……

After the scarlet light passed, a strange feeling of dislocation came from the whole body, as if the whole person had been cut into pieces and then put back together again. There was a weird feeling in the nerves and mind, and there was a rusty smell in the throat and nose, as if he had just come from Crawled out of the stomach pouch of the behemoth.

When the vision was restored, Gray had passed through the scarlet scars split by the blood shifting sword, ended the winding path, and arrived in a dark space.

Gray didn't start to act immediately, he leaned on the scarlet long sword, the influence of the winding path was not over yet, and the exhaustion after overusing the gifts also swept over his mind.

Fortunately, Gray has gotten used to this feeling. Ever since he became the debtor of the tyrant, with the ability of the blood shifting sword to cut through winding paths, Gray has become the envoy of the tyrant, traveling freely in various regions.

After using the winding path for a long time, Gray felt that he had gradually developed resistance to the winding path, as if he had long been used to the dark and damp life in the Great Rift.

At the same time as the resistance was produced, the impact was also profound. Several times under the diagnosis of those gray doctors, they found that the bones of Gray's body were slightly deformed, and even the position of the internal organs also appeared to be deviated to a certain extent.

Gray didn't care about that.

Stepping up the stairs and walking into the narrow corridor, the rustling sound of electric current echoed in the dark space, and the sound of people talking could be vaguely heard.

Gray came to the door at the end of the darkness, pushed the door open, and a not-so-big living room came into view.

Many TVs are piled up together, like a wall. On the dilapidated sofa, a vague and wriggling black figure sits on it. While watching TV, he laughs piercingly.

Gray briefly glanced at the content of the TV. On the screen, the Wordless were fighting against the Bureau of Order, the entire industrial area was covered in flames of war, and the manic ether roared.

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

Gray leaned against the wall beside him, with his arms crossed, his voice indifferent.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment," the tyrant leaned forward, his eyes almost stuck to the TV screen, "it's almost over."

The screen on the TV switched to the closed building, and the Wordless One became the eyes and ears of the tyrant, spying on the fighting inside.

Among the many black-armored figures, Gray also noticed the black-robed figure. Immediately afterwards, the black-robed figure turned around, as if saying something to the pursuing Burlogo, and a silver-white mask was revealed.

Gray remembered this person. Not long ago, he sent a large number of souls to them. Only then did Gray notice that he didn't know the identity of the other person at all.

During the days of working for the tyrant, Gray's attitude was very negative. To be precise, he didn't care about anything, and everything was meaningless.

But at this moment, for some reason, he also became curious about that figure.

The man in black left, and then there was the fight between Bologo and the Wordless. The TV could only transmit the picture, but not the roar of the ether. Gray did not notice the change in the intensity of the ether between the Wordless.

What was finally presented to Gray was that after a terrible explosion, the only remaining Wordless One suddenly became stronger and defeated Burrog with an overwhelming advantage.

Burrog then drained the aether of the Wordless.

"Yes! This is the moment!"

The tyrant suddenly yelled excitedly. He picked up the remote control and flicked the screen, and the forward image began to rewind, zoom in, and slow down. He almost threw himself on the TV, carefully watching Burogo's movements .

"Ha... I guessed it right! It really is you!"

The tyrant's voice became distorted and sick, and he let go of the TV. He slowly backed away and sat down on the sofa.

"You have betrayed yourself," murmured the tyrant, "my dear blood."

Gray ignored the overreactions of the tyrant. Devils are weird and crazy things, and no matter how weird they do, it is within the normal range.

The tyrant had already obtained the information he wanted. He pressed the remote control, and he turned off the TV. Gray didn't see what happened afterwards, and the room became a little darker. There was obviously no light source, but the room still remained dark. A kind of extremely low visibility, rather than completely black out.

"Grey, take me somewhere," ordered the tyrant, "to find Vicar."

Gray nodded, this can be regarded as one of his positioning, as a means of transportation.

Leaving the room and going down the stairs, Vika was already waiting for Gray there.Now he is not Vicar, but a body dominated by the tyrant.

Gray asked, "Is it far away?"

The wandering fork in the road is the land of the tyrant, where he can appear in a physical form without relying on it. Only when he transcends this area can he not interfere with reality and needs a carrier to act.

The tyrant put his hand on Gray's shoulder. He didn't answer Gray's question, but just smiled strangely. Soon Gray realized that he had lost control over his body.

Gray couldn't help pulling out the blood shifting sword, the crazy power surged through his veins, and the gift-threshold limit was released again.

The Sword of Blood Shift cut horizontally, opening a road to the unknown area.

Through the winding path, Gray appeared in an ancient and majestic building, but judging from the humidity in the air and the familiar feeling, he was still inside the Great Rift.

Gray wondered what this place was. He had been operating in the Great Rift for so long, and he had never remembered such a place.

"Yo! My big clients!"

The tyrant interrupted Gray's thinking, and walked forward with open arms, not enthusiastic.

Gray looked forward, and two familiar figures appeared in front of him. They were the guy who had traded his soul with him before, but what surprised Gray was that the silver mask, which he was still in the closed building just now, how could it appear at this moment? Here it is.

The tyrant stood in front of the silver mask and asked concerned, "How are your actions?"

"It's none of your business."

"It's so cold," continued the tyrant, "I guess it's a failure."

As if he could see through the mask and perceive the mood of the silver mask, seeing the silence of the other party, his laughter became even harsher.

"Do you want to continue trading with me? You have also seen the power of the Legion of the Wordless, and this is not all of his power."

The tyrant's words paused, and he said mysteriously, "He is a rare existence in this world who can match the crowned one. As long as you are willing, this mercenary will help you win this war."

Crowned?

The Shadow King smiled disdainfully. He would not easily believe the tyrant's words. If the Legion of the Wordless could really become the legendary crowned one, the tyrant would not stay in this ghostly place forever.

If the tyrant had had the crowned, the strife among the devils would have ended long ago.

"I have nothing left to give."

"Well...how could it be?"

The tyrant approached the silver mask and whispered in his ear, "You know what I want...what the hell is he doing."

The silver mask didn't answer, but the tyrant said in a lower voice, "I saw it with my own eyes, Borogo Lazarus, he has the same protection as you, and you all serve him."

"It's none of your business."

"So loyal."

The tyrant retreated back to Gray in a little disappointment. He hated guys like Silver Mask, just like he hated Borrog. You can't impress him with direct benefits for such stubborn guys, but that doesn't mean they don't Values, on the contrary, they are well suited to be exploited indirectly.

He is very good at using others indirectly, as long as the interests of both parties are consistent, just like the tyrant manipulated Bologo to hunt and kill the king's secret sword.

Like this...

The tyrant put his hand on Gray's shoulder and spoke to him intimately.

"I don't seem to have introduced this big client to you."

Gray felt inexplicable, and then his mind became cold because of the tyrant's words.

"These two are from the King's Shield Guard, and this is the third seat... You should know him, right, after all, you were once a member of the King's Secret Sword."

The tyrant's words pushed the already serious atmosphere into absolute silence, and then his voice scraped Gray's eardrum like a razor.

"As for this..."

The tyrant's finger pointed to the silver mask.

"We call him... Shadow King."

Almost as soon as he heard the name, Gray clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, like a hungry lone wolf.

Shadow King.

The culprit who dragged Gray into this tragic fate.

(End of this chapter)