Endless Debt.

Chapter 905 Never admit defeat

The distorted black hole not only tore apart the body of the leader of the devouring swarm, but also dragged the endless ashes several meters thick that had accumulated in the abandoned land for decades.

When the black hole wrapped in all evils disappeared into the material world, those chaotic ashes also lost their gravity, turning into boundless snow and falling down.

It wasn't until several hours later that the snow of ashes slowly stopped, and Bologo's body was also covered with a thick layer of ash. He used the bite as a walking stick and pierced into the soft ashes, One foot is deep and the other is shallow, as if walking in gray snow.

The Devouring Beast disappeared, along with the broken Golden Palace, and everything left by King Solomon disappeared at this moment.

Burrog coughed violently twice, turned over the hill of ashes, and looked at the jagged ruins in the distance.

Now the crystal curtain wall has completely collapsed, the transparent crystal surface is covered by dust and becomes turbid, and all the tall towers have also collapsed, leaving only a few broken walls, with sharp corners protruding from the ashes.

As for the high walls that stood up horizontally, when the devouring beast rushed out, they were completely overwhelmed, rolled up by flesh and blood, and merged into one.

Bologo sighed, after all these long years, Raymond Gayton has finally ushered in complete destruction, this time it has nothing left, and the charming ruins are no longer there.

"Ha ha……"

Burrog's breathing became painful, he sat down slowly, and then his whole body collapsed into the pile of ashes.

Looking up at the sky, Bologo saw the steep rock wall extending infinitely upwards, and the blue sky at the end of the rock wall.

The warm light always makes people feel more peaceful, and for a while, Bologo even had the idea of ​​sleeping here.

There was a shimmering light on the body surface, and Bologo felt a void in his heart, and then Amy left Bologo's body, and sat with Bologo on the hill of ashes.

At this time, Amyu's condition was not much better than that of Burlogo, his limbs were bent and deformed to a certain extent, part of the metal shell fell off, revealing the complicated mechanical structure, half of his shoulder collapsed, and the huge metal shell collapsed. Slit across the back.

She stayed beside Bologo without saying a word, and after being silent for a while and regaining some physical strength, Bologo slowly raised his hand, revealing the crystal nucleus in his palm.

The crystal nucleus presents a perfect geometric shape, composed of a series of smooth and sparkling diamond-shaped faces, each diamond-shaped facet reflects a different color, a gorgeous iridescent color extends to its core, and some is a ray of pure incandescence. The white light spot, it is a continuous source of light, and it is like a newborn day, but before it expands and grows, it is sealed by King Solomon.

"I seem to understand what Guangzhuo is."

Bologo lifted the crystal nucleus over his head and pointed it at the blue sky. The light passed through the diamond-shaped surface, refracting colorful colors.

"The structure of this crystal nucleus should be similar to those of the crystal curtain wall, but the difference is that this crystal nucleus is the most perfect creation, while those crystal curtain walls are like inferior products produced for the purpose of creating this crystal nucleus."

Bologo continued, "King Solomon used those inferior products to build Raymond Gayton into a crystal city, and this crystal nucleus located in the ether world is the core of the crystal city."

Amyu nodded. In fact, when Bologo took the crystal nucleus from the universe and caused the light to go out, she was also keenly aware of the reason for all this.

"This crystal nucleus, overlapping points, Raymond Gayton...King Solomon built the entire city into a large-scale alchemy armed array. This crystal nucleus is the core of the array. It uses the infinite ether in the ether world to release a vast The rays of light are refracted and expanded by those crystal curtain walls, thus creating a light that burns everything."

"But it looks like we won't have a chance to see the extinguished fireworks," Amyu said.

"Not necessarily," Bologo said, "At least we got this crystal core, the Heart of Light."

"Heart of Light?" said Amy. "What's your name for it?"

"Hmm, I found it, I named it, what's the problem?"

"I thought you'd have some outlandish names."

"for example?"

"For example, the core of the Super Beam Array... What do you think of this cold joke?"

Borrog froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Amy who fell into the ashes with him, he suddenly reached out and hugged Amy, and then he lay on Amy's chest.

"Not very funny, but thank you, Amy."

Bologo hugged Amyu tightly, the ashes under his body were soft, with a faint residual warmth, and pressed against the cold steel, but Bologo felt that his heart was hot and restless.

Aimu was confused by Bologo's sudden action. Most of the time, Bologo was a very restrained person, even when facing himself, he seldom showed his emotions frankly.But now he is like a wounded child, seeking hugs.

She didn't ask what's wrong with Burrog, but raised her tattered hand, stroked Burrog's back lightly, and hugged Burrog with the same strength.

Boluogo closed his eyes tightly, and the memory of Saqin couldn't stop appearing in his mind.

The weight of the battle dissipated, and the taut bowstrings in Burrog's mind relaxed, and the memories flooded in, wrapping him.

The embryo of the soulless, Saqin and Suzie, King Solomon's promise...

New World Project.

Bologo is a smart person, and relying on his ability to overthink, he can always deduce a complete story from broken information.

A long-forgotten story from many years ago is slowly crawling out of the grave.

Suddenly, Burlogo seemed to understand one of life's ultimate three questions.

Burrog vaguely knew where he came from.

So what should he do now?

……

The sound of approaching footsteps woke Holt up. Exhaustion and pain ordered him to fall asleep continuously, but out of instinctive alertness, he opened his eyes. Holt tried to get up, but this time he couldn't stand up.

"Don't be nervous, it's over, you can take a good rest."

A slightly familiar voice sounded, and Holt squinted his eyes, trying to see the other person's appearance clearly, but the blood covered his vision, and everything in his eyes became scarlet and blurred.

It wasn't until the other party stretched out his hand to help Holt wipe away the blood from his eyes that his vision became clearer.

"Vorn?"

Holt recognized the other person, and then he saw the injuries all over Vaughn's body.

Different from the perfect posture when he made a strong debut at the beginning, Vaughan now looks like he has been rolled by a sword. The clothes on his body are tattered, and his bare skin is covered with thin and deep wounds. Fortunately, the wounds did not Blood oozes, but the ether is constantly overflowing.

The most serious wound on Vaughn's body was located on his right chest, half of his chest was smashed to pieces, bloody and bloody, the remaining hostile ether prevented the body's etherification, so the blood flowed non-stop.

"What about him?" Holt asked.

"Him? It's a draw, there's no way, let him run away," Fu En shook his head helplessly, and then continued, "But don't worry, he's having a hard time too. I've embedded at least a hundred silver shavings into his body , He wanted to get rid of these things, so he could only dig out his own flesh little by little."

When talking about this part, Vaughn had a hearty smile on his face.

Vaughn supported Holt to stand up, the rolling cyclone formed an invisible ladder under the feet of the two, and the two walked in the air, sprinkling a little blood from time to time.

"What about the others?"

"I'm not sure, but they all seem to be alive," Vaughan said, looking at the distant cliff, where a huge gap collapsed, "It's just that your outpost should be gone, completely. It's gone."

Fu En said quickly again, "But if it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, the monster has disappeared, and the light has also gone out. You have no reason to stay here anymore."

"The Bureau of Order is very busy now, and people are needed everywhere. You and your team members will be a good help."

Fu En talked unexpectedly, maybe he didn't want to make the atmosphere too serious, after all Fu En himself is not a serious guy.

"You faced a pure-blooded Night Clan Glory, and you were able to fight back and forth. You did a great job."

While praising, Vaughan tried to talk to Holt to keep him awake.

Holt, who was always humorous, didn't answer. He lowered his head and was thinking about something, with complicated thoughts running rampant in his mind.

Vaughn asked, "Are you ashamed?"

"A bit."

This time Holt responded, "I've rarely lost so completely."

"It's not your fault, the difference in rank is here, not to mention that he is still undead." Fu En comforted.

Holt shook his head vigorously, and then fell silent again. After a long time, when the two of them were about to walk out of the big rift, Holt said suddenly.

"I want……"

His voice was obscured by the sound of the cyclone, and Vaughan couldn't hear him clearly.

"What did you just say?" Vaughn asked again.

Holt took a deep breath and said in a way that almost roared.

"I will apply to the decision-making room for an upgrade."

He raised his head, looked into Fu En's eyes, and repeated again.

"Upgrade! Upgrade into a Glorious One!"

……

In the bloody and terrifying cave of flesh and blood, the silent lake of blood suddenly boiled violently. Amid the rising mist of blood, Beelzebub slowly rose from the bloody water. She stepped on the water and her steps became staggering. After getting up, the water surface seemed to have lost its support. Beelzebub stepped on the ground, and half of his body fell into the surging blood.

She didn't struggle for long. Several tentacles extending from the shore tied her body and brought her back to the shore little by little. The tentacles entangled each other and turned into a throne of flesh and blood.

Beelzebub sat on it with difficulty, his chest heaving violently.

There was heart-piercing pain in the consciousness, and many fine cracks appeared on the perfect body. Under the cracks, there was no blood and flesh, only countless dark tars running and surging, and they slowly seeped into the body. Out came out, tick tock.

"I haven't been in such a mess for a long time."

Beelzebub opened the mouth with difficulty, and every word she said at this time would bring heavy pressure to her consciousness.

"Fortunately, it's just embarrassment."

Mammon's figure appeared in front of Beelzebub's eyes. He stretched out his hand, brushed the cracks on Beelzebub's body, and wiped off the tar with his fingertips. Mammon put his finger into his mouth, tasting the taste of Beelzebub, smiling grotesquely. Meaning sounded from the throat.

"Are you going to eat me?" Beelzebub asked.

"How could it be?" Mammon shook her head, "We are blood relatives."

Beelzebub sneered at this, "What about blood relatives? We have been fighting each other for so many years..."

"No way, this is also part of the curse. After all, everyone is afraid of death. Rather than letting someone win, it is better to torture each other in this hell together." Mamen smiled, "At least in this way, all of us can live come down."

"Survive?"

Beelzebub's aura was particularly weak, and King Solomon's revenge seemed to have affected her essence.

"Mammon, what does it mean to be alive?"

For such a question, Mammon could give countless answers, but the questioner was Beelzebub, and he could only smile at this.

Mammon couldn't give the answer Beelzebub wanted.

"Do you want...to be replaced?" Mammon asked tentatively.

Beelzebub narrowed his eyes and said self-consciously, "Our power cannot be shaken, but the consciousness that dominates the power will feel tired and sleepy. This should be a problem that all undead will face."

The time of the undead is eternal, the eternal of life, but the consciousness is not.

People are the sum of past experiences, but as the past accumulates, few people can keep their original intentions, and more often, everyone will just lose themselves in the gradually crowded memories and become some kind of deformed monster.

Beelzebub sometimes recalled the past stories, but every time she saw that scene, she always felt that she was looking at another person's life.

"So... so we can replace, replace the useless ones, and keep our consciousness pure, just like that fable."

Mammon replied, "Ship of Theseus."

Beelzebub's eyes were blurred for a moment, King Solomon's revenge did not hurt her strength, but affected her consciousness.

The blade in his hand is still sharp, but the hand holding the sword has lost strength.

But soon, Beelzebub's gaze became resolute. She stood up from the throne of flesh and blood, and whispered, "I will not admit defeat, absolutely not."

Mammon just smiled, he was too aware of the characters of his blood relatives, everyone was a complete coward, tired of the current life, but never admit defeat.

"I've got someone you'll be interested in."

Mammon waved his hand, and the blood in the lake began to rise, converging into a blood-colored mirror.

Beelzebub looked into the mirror, and the first thing that caught his eyes were a few speechless people, and behind them was a man bound by heavy shackles.

He was covered in bruises and blood, and Beelzebub could not distinguish his appearance at all, but he could feel the power contained in his body through the mirror.

"His name is York. We found him in the ruins of Greystone Town. He is equipped with original sin weapons and has been blessed with violent rage."

Mammon tells Beelzebub of her plans.

"He will become an alarm clock to wake up the beast of war."