Endless Debt.

Chapter 780

On a winter night, thin snowflakes floated outside the window, densely covering the window, the fire in the fireplace was burning quietly, exuding a warm atmosphere, and the hot tea on the table exudes bursts of aroma, which makes people feel heart-warming and comfort.

The noise of the TV and the calm sound of the fireplace echoed alternately, and Burlogo's tense nerves involuntarily relaxed and fell asleep.

Just when he was about to fall asleep completely, a burst of footsteps woke up Burrog, and when he opened his eyes, the old man came to Burrog with a plate of freshly baked biscuits.

"Want a piece?" she asked.

Bologo nodded, reached out to pick up a piece, bit off a corner, and there was a little more sweetness in his mouth.

"Delicious," said Burrog.

The old man smiled, and then sat next to Bologo. The two of them nestled on the sofa, facing the black and white TV, which played an unfamiliar program, and the host endlessly talked about irrelevant things .

The wall clock on the wall walked gently, and there was a crisp ticking sound.

Bologo felt a kind of peace from the heart for a long time, and the soft blanket was wrapped around his body. Compared with the prison days he had spent before, everything Bologo experienced now made him feel ecstatic .

Then there is nothingness.

Burogo is like a kite with a broken string, being drawn into the sky, drifting endlessly, without a fixed place.

Listening to the slightly heavy breathing beside him, Bologo even thought that if there was no old man to lend a helping hand, he might be hiding in a cold alley now, or he might go to the corner of the church to make do Su... Bologo didn't know where he should go.

It sounds ironic that Burrog had longed for freedom for so long, but when he was truly free, Burrog panicked.

"How have you been these years?" the old man asked.

"Not bad," Burrog thought for a while, and emphasized again, "Not bad, take care of your food."

Burlog then asked back, "What about you?"

"Well...it looks like an ordinary person."

The old man briefly told about his experiences over the years. In her opinion, those stories were all boring stories, but Burlog listened with great interest.

"Did what I said make you a little impatient?" The old man noticed the change in Burlogo.

"No, I'm not impatient," Burlogo shook his head. "I like hearing you talk about that...how's the rest of you?"

"Most are dead."

The old man said, "As you know, they are all drunkards and gamblers. Even if they earn a lot of money, they will end up poor, let alone live a good life."

"That sounds pretty regrettable."

"There's nothing to regret, it's the life they chose...just like my own choice."

Bologo thought for a while, and from the mouth of the old man, Bologo learned about her life, just as he expected, doing good deeds, endlessly doing good deeds, until the twilight years, waiting for the peace to come.

"You're surprisingly dedicated," said Burlogo.

"I just realized that I am an ordinary person, and instead of mediocrity, I should find ways to create some value," the old man said, "This will make my heart feel peaceful."

Burlogo didn't go on, "Is it worth it?"

There was a moment of silence between the two, and the old man suddenly asked.

"Have you created any value, Burrogo."

"I am not sure."

"Then what value are you going to create?"

"I didn't think about it."

There was a smile on the old man's face, she was kindly like the one portrayed on the sculpture in the church, she slowly got up and grabbed the crutches beside her.

"Then do you have a place to live?"

Burrog shook his head, "No."

"You guys really have nothing, not only materially, but also spiritually."

The old man paused, and concluded, "You are also a poor fellow."

Burrog smiled. He said inwardly, "But I won't die like those guys."

"If you want, you can sleep here, on this sofa, how about it?" The old man patted the sofa.

Bologo moved his body naturally, and then lay down on his back. The sofa was a bit small, his feet were stretched out, and he was suspended in the air, and his neck was struggling against the armrest. Bologo changed a few more postures, Finally curled up on the sofa.

"not bad."

Bologo enjoyed the sofa and nodded, "Not bad."

The old man left, and Bologo lay on the sofa and gradually fell asleep. He dreamed of a battlefield full of fog, and a terrifying monster was devouring him bit by bit.

……

The mouth of the first seat was full of blood, and the teeth were covered with meat residue. Under the twisted growth of flesh and blood, the broken body protruded from his wounds, and slammed into the ground, propping up the twist. flesh and blood.

The first seat at this moment is like a huge spider, waiting for the next meal.

Bologo fell under the bone cage of the first seat, his eyes lost focus, the Supreme Secret Sword contained the power of the Glory One, the wound on his chest seemed unhealable, even the immortal body could not recover for a while. It is difficult to offset this damage.

His throat trembled slightly, and Bologo looked at the sky with empty eyes. As if he wanted to say something, he made a meaningless sound, and at the same time, blood welled up and overflowed his throat.

"Drown in sweet dreams."

It was the first time he raised the Sword of Repentance again. At this moment, he didn't want to sing the notes to form a magnificent repentance song, but to find a way to eat up Bologo's flesh and blood.

As long as the flesh and blood of a power bearer is devoured, the first seat still has the ability to continue fighting.

It's just that this time before the sword of repentance pierced, the roar of ether came from behind.

"You are just an illusion..."

Nethaniel passed the illusory figure indifferently, broke away from the influence of the Repentance Song, and rushed towards the first seat at high speed.

Amy, Jeffrey and others are still nearby. In order to protect them, Nethaniel can only temporarily restrain the power of the secret energy. The terrifying heat subsides, leaving only the power of the extreme ether to slam into the first place. A seat of the body.

At the moment of contact, Nethaniel swept away the first extended bone with a punch, and the Sword of Repentance turned and slashed towards Nethaniel. At this moment, the supreme secret sword has played enough notes Once you are cut by it, you will sink into a dream.

As a glorious person, this power is not enough to completely affect Nethaniel, and a negative person like Bologo obviously does not have the ability to resist. The moment he was hit, Bologo was completely captured by the power and sank into a dream.

This is a gentle and cruel supreme sword, which makes people die peacefully in sleep.

During the brief moment when the two fought, another figure moved.

Aimu threw Xilin's body to Jeffrey, and with all her strength, she rushed directly to Burrog who was under the first seat.

She is too familiar with the protection of the first seat. It is the power from the Scarlet Sect. Amy has no time to think about how the first seat of the king's secret sword has such power. She knows that she wants to kill the first seat. For one seat, all blood food must be cut off.

For the first seat, Bologo, the undead, is undoubtedly the best flesh and blood. Amy must find a way to wake up Bologo. As for himself, he is just a lump of iron, and he is worthless to the first seat.

The first seat noticed Amy's approach, and so did Nethaniel. The Sword of Repentance swept towards Amy, and at the same time, the billowing mist of the age of the year gushed out from the first seat, like an erupting tsunami.

Nethaniel decisively diffused the aether to suppress the mist of the age, but even if he reacted in time, a large amount of deadly mist still spread out.

The moment he came into contact with the mist, the alchemy matrix on Aimiao's body surface quickly flickered, and the dark second skin covering the body surface began to decay and break, revealing the metal body underneath, and then the alchemy metal also became Rusty stains have sprung up.

Amy could feel that his body was aging rapidly, his hair was falling out one by one, and the shiny metal had become dirty.

This acceleration of time does not only affect the material level, Amyu's ether is also caught in a high-speed overflow, almost instantly, she is about to become a mass of broken copper and iron, leaving only layers of steel behind. The perpetual core still maintains its integrity.

The deadly white mist condensed around the first seat, and when everything was about to accelerate and decay, an etheric reaction suddenly rose from the edge of the battlefield.

The free-spreading mist suddenly turned around one after another, and they became entangled together, outlining the trajectory of the wind.

A rush of whistling wind whizzed from a distance, like a broken bamboo, it swept the dark plague of decay, and quickly swept across the whole body of the first seat, with the help of its own ether and the remaining plague of decay, and the mist There was a violent reaction.

The air currents mingled together, and the fog surged wildly, like ten thousand horses galloping. With the complete burning of the ether, the wind also rose to the maximum, and a local storm was slowly forming.

The monstrous wind made all the sand and dust on the ground tremble continuously. In the roar of the strong wind, there seemed to be some indescribable ghost sounds mixed in, clearing away the haze.

Amy saw the figure at the end of the gale, Palmer supported the dying Lebius, and with a burst of carnival, he threw his weapon at Sao Feng.

It is obviously difficult for the power of the believers to shake the power of the glorious ones, but for these phantom creations, Palmer can still indirectly interfere by affecting the weather of the entire area.

"Deputy Director!"

Palmer's shout came with the wind, and the mist squirmed for a while under the gust of wind, and then returned to the control of the first seat, but at this time Palmer's goal had been achieved.

The dense blades pierced the wind and hit the first seat with a jingle. Palmer's behavior angered the first seat. He never thought that there would be a believer who would dare to offend him like this.

At the same time, there was a strange sound of wind in the wind. Nethaniel noticed this, and then he reached out and grabbed the steel in the wind, and then he drew out a sharp sword light, and slashed with the sword of repentance.

"Klex's boy, it's rare to be reliable once."

Holding the immovable sword tightly in his hand, even Nethaniel couldn't help but admire Palmer's promptness this time.

The aether boost of the extreme realm is too powerful, but at least there are weapons that can carry this power, so for a long time, Nethaniel just fought with bare hands like a boxer.

In other words, as a man of glory, who is worthy of Nethaniel's use of weapons?

Until facing the first seat.

The extreme power of the Glorious One was poured into the Immovable Sword, and the full power made the sword light soar a bit. This time, Nethaniel no longer avoided the slashing of the Repenting Soul Sword, but directly confronted it. Together.

Amidst the deafening sound of the sword, Amy grabbed the fallen Burrog. She knew that Burrog was under the influence of the Repentance Song, and the crazy hallucinations dominated his mind and mind.

There is no time to ask for Boluoge's consent. Even if he gets angry afterwards, he can apologize to him. The cumbersome light track once again dominates Amy's body. This time it is no longer a superficial overlap. Amy must go deep into Boluo Ge's mind can save him from the power of the Glory One.

"It's my turn to save you this time."

Amy continued to yell as if she was trying to muster up her courage.

"I've come to save you! Burrog!"

Mysterious Energy · Heart Overlapping Shadow.

The figures overlapped together, and then the Sword of Repentance swept across the position where Aimu was just now, billowing white mist passed by, and Bologo's flesh and blood quickly rotted, pus and blood kept dripping.

While fighting, Nethaniel did not forget to kick Bologo, kicking him a few meters away, and then the terrible heat wave broke out again.

"Why not die! The first seat!"

Nethaniel roared angrily, the immovable sword was wrapped in high temperature, and poked a series of bloody wounds on the ferocious and distorted body of the first seat, and the wounds were quickly burned into coke as soon as the blood overflowed.

After the fierce battle of the Shadow King and the impact of the plague of decay, it is only a matter of time before the first seat is defeated in front of the prosperous Nethaniel.

Now the first seat has fallen into a desperate situation, and the lion in front of him is furious. This is a rare opportunity to kill the king's secret sword, the king's shield guard, and the wandering fork in the abyss of the big rift.

For a moment, Nethaniel seemed to agree with the decision of the decision-making room, and at this cruel price, completely cut off the abscess growing on the city of oath, Opus.

The scorching death almost penetrated into the heart of the first seat, he seemed to have collapsed, and he couldn't help but let out a terrifying scream.

Can't go on any longer.

The next moment everything froze, whether it was the strong wind or the mist, even Nethaniel's slash, all froze in the air. In this frozen picture, even the scattered blood beads and dust became clear visible.

Something is coming, the madness from the eternal night, she is striding towards here.

The first seat groaned in pain, the wound on his chest gradually cracked and expanded, and blood gushed out, but instead of falling to the ground, it defied gravity and rose upwards.

The blood drew an elegant arc in the air, and a bloody arm first condensed out, and the palm penetrated into the wound, pulling out a white bone, followed by more white bones proliferating, covered with flesh and blood, and soon A blood-draped lady grew from the first seat's wound, her waist curved gently like a new moon.

The first seat looked at her and begged, "Madam, I have given you everything."

A bell-like smile sounded, she stretched out her hand with a smile, and provocatively put her hand into No. [-]'s mouth. Before she could feel the warmth and softness of her fingertips, No. [-] bit off her finger , chewing the precious flesh and blood.

When the flesh and blood were eaten, the woman also disappeared, as if she had never existed, the stagnant time and space was full of cracks, and at the same time, the first seat also felt that there seemed to be something missing in the depths of his heart.

The first seat lost a corner of his soul again, like a shattered stained glass, but as long as he could survive, this was not a problem for him.

As long as you can survive, many things can be given up.

To be alive is to be everything, to be infinitely possible.

In an instant, the endless hunger of the first seat was filled, and the flesh and blood bestowed by the devil endowed him with incomparably vigorous vitality. Nethaniel's slashing and stabbing injuries were quickly healed, tendons reconnected, flesh and blood reorganized, and even It is said that a dense layer of bone covers the body surface of the first seat, like a white bone armor.

The stagnation was completely shattered, and the first seat reveled in swinging the Sword of Repentance, playing roaring music.

The moment the metal hit, the bursting sword cry also turned into a dizzy melody, and the chaotic hallucinations flashed back in front of Nethaniel's eyes, but he was not immersed in the beauty, every time her figure appeared, he would Feeling that the first seat was desecrating his memory would only make Nethaniel feel more resentful.

"Damn bastard!"

Nethaniel roared and swept across the blade, the billowing heat wave turned into a deadly foehn, sweeping away a large swath of mist in an instant, drying the ground, the shock wave continued for several kilometers until it hit the edge of the large crack, and collapsed large swathes of rock.

After being furious, the first seat had disappeared in place. Nethaniel caught his movements and saw him rushing directly towards Geoffrey. From the beginning to the end, his goal was Xilin's body.

Rather than saying that the King of Slaughter needs Xilin's body, it is better to say that the scarlet mistress needs Xilin's body.

Only in this way can the rule of the royal family continue, and she can continue to control this behemoth. The first seat must bring Xilin back, only in this way can he live longer.

The battle between the Glorious Ones is counted by the second. When Nethaniel set off to pursue, the first seat was almost approaching Jeffrey, and Cylinder was close at hand. At this critical moment, the man who had been lying aside, The nearly corpse-like Burlogo suddenly twitched, his eyelids trembling slightly, as if about to open.

"Emptiness is but a parody of loneliness, and my life is like a smoking gun."

The faint singing sound awakened Bologo, and he opened his eyes. He was lying on the sofa, the window was dim, and snowflakes were falling.

Burlogo felt like he had been lying here for days, and it seemed that he had only been lying there for a while.

The tape recorder was playing a radio program. I remember it was a music program hosted by Duddell. The singing echoed in this narrow room. Burlogo liked this song quite a bit and hummed along with the singing.

"A ghost without a name is burning, calling the same words over and over again."

The sound of footsteps came, and the old man came to Burrog with a plate of biscuits he liked.

"How was your sleep?" she asked.

"Not bad," Burrog thought for a while, "I feel like I had a dream, a very long dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"I don't remember very well," Borrog hesitated, "but I feel like I've forgotten something?"

"Can't remember?"

"Ah."

"Since I can't remember it, it shouldn't be something important."

Burrog nodded in agreement, smiled, and no longer entangled in the content of the dream.

The two sat together quietly, as always, Bologo was eating biscuits, listening to his friends, telling her experiences over the years, and in the end, she had nothing to say, and the two listened to the songs on the radio .

Just listen to the singing and continue to sing.

"I suddenly discovered the reason why I kept avoiding."

Burlogo kind of liked the song.

"I want to push open this door, the more I knock, the more excited I get, the more excited I am, the harder I knock.

I'm going to break out! "

The voice was forceful and repeatedly emphasized, as if to break through the shackles and break through the heavy, symbolic door.

"Why don't you go out and see, Burrog."

Suddenly, the old man also responded to the meaning in the singing and asked Burrog.

"Going out?" Bologo didn't understand why she had to say this at this time.

"Yeah, you've been here long enough, why don't you go out and have a look?" The old man shook his head puzzled, "You don't want to stay here with me, an old man, do you?"

"What's wrong with that?" Burrog asked back, "You are my friend, and you took me in."

"But you're renting here . . . You can't sleep on the couch all the time, Burrog."

The old man continued to shake his head, denying Burlogo's words, "I have my own life, and you, you should also have your own life."

"My life is..."

"Your life is not what it is now."

The old man seemed to know what he was thinking. She stood up and emphasized, "I have shared my life with you, so what about your life?"

"I... I have nothing to say."

"Yeah, because you have nothing to tell, you have to live your own life, experience everything, and have your own story!"

Burlog didn't understand why the old man was so excited all of a sudden, he didn't understand what was wrong with him staying here, and then Burlog heard a knock on the door.

Someone was knocking on the door, overlapping with the singing.

"The other end of the door was locked so tight, I was yelling."

Bologo froze for a moment, he heard someone calling himself, it seemed that someone was calling his name behind the door.

An inexplicable emotion swelled and grew in Bologo's chest. It was getting bigger and bigger, and even the house was uncontainable. The knocking on the door became louder and louder, and the singing on the radio became more and more The stronger it was, the more it almost shattered Burrogo's eardrums, and it seemed that everything was about to fall into some kind of collapse.

"Knock harder!"

"Knock harder!"

"Knock harder!"

Bologo stared blankly at the leaving door. At this moment, the door shook violently, as if someone was about to break into the house. She kicked the door and smashed the lock with all her strength, as if she was venting her anger.

The old man gave Burlogo a little push behind his back, she complained.

"I can't be with you all the time, Bologo, and you can't always depend on me... Am I your mother?"

Burrog looked back at her as she continued.

"You can't be stuck in this house forever, I'm going to feel guilty."

Burrog said in a strange way, "You have nothing to feel guilty about... I'm the one to feel guilty about."

The old man grabbed Bologo's hand, led him, tried to put his hand on the handle, and pushed open the door, but suddenly a series of cracks appeared on the door, and then he was completely kicked open .

A strange yet familiar figure stood at the door, she was bent over, panting.

"Bologo, you...you are really hard to find."

Amy looked at Bologo with a tired face. She found that Bologo was really autistic enough. Even if the overlapping images of his hearts were completely overlapped, it was difficult to find his thoughts.

"Sorry, let's talk about it later, we have to get out of here!" Amy stood up and grabbed Burlog's hand, trying to take him away.

Burlog was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly called out her name, "Amyu?"

As the name was evoked, a wave of memories emerged in Burrogo's mind. He was first confused, flustered, and then unbelievably terrified.

Burlogo ignored Amy, but slowly looked at the old man behind him.

The old man looked at Bologo with a smile, and saw that his eyes gradually woke up from fear, and finally turned into the familiar rationality and coldness.

Burlogo asked calmly, "Are you Adele?"

The old man just smiled.

Amy became alert, she remembered the name, the person who had saved Bologo, the power of the repentance song actually aroused the illusion of Bologo, with Bologo's persistence, he might sink completely in.

She didn't want to doubt Burrog's willpower, but she couldn't judge the connection between Burrog and Adele, maybe Burrog would really stay here for this reason.As long as Adele reaches out to him.

While Amy was trying to find a way to break the deadlock, Burlog took a deep breath and asked again, "If you were really Adele...what would you do?"

The old man still smiled, she said softly.

"It's time for you to go, Bologo."

Burrog's expression suddenly relaxed, and he smiled in relief, "You are indeed Adele."

Faced with such a weird conversation, Aimu was completely at a loss.

At this time, Bologo said, "The weird hallucination should be based on our memory to fabricate the illusion and trap us with beautiful dreams."

Amyu whispered, "But she... let you go."

"Because that's really something Adele can do."

When Bologo mentioned this, his tone was a bit proud. He looked at the young lady in front of him and praised, "You are still as beautiful as I remember."

After finishing speaking, Burrog held Amyu's hand tightly, "It's time to take me away."

……

The power of the Glorious One is approaching, perhaps because he has been patronized by the god of death too many times today, when the first seat came, Jeffrey did not have the slightest fear, but his heart was calm.

Jeffrey knew very well that he couldn't stop the first seat, so he could only use all his strength to throw Cylinder fiercely into the distance, resisting the first seat with this weak action.

Thinking of this, Geoffrey suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Under the suppression of this force, there was so little they could do.

Xilin's body fell heavily on the flat ground in the distance, and there was a burst of smoke and dust. Jeffrey lost his strength and fell to the ground. He saw a bloody figure passing over his head, and a white mist was dragging behind him. The moment the mist touched Jeffrey, dense wrinkles were added to his face, and his hair was also a few strands of white.

Geoffrey was suffocating.

The howling sound followed the first seat, and just as he passed Jeffrey and rushed towards Cylinder, a slight stabbing pain came from his back, and a dagger that was almost broken was stuck in his body.

In the distance, Burrog struggled to rise from the pool of blood, raised his hand, and maintained the throwing motion.

After countless battles, the Phantom Dagger finally ushered in its collapse.

In an instant, the ether roared, bursting and twisting in the back of the first seat.

The power of Bologo really can't interfere with the first seat, but what about borrowing the power of the winding path through the ether?

The shattering of the phantom dagger detonated the distortion of the winding path, forming a huge sphere in an instant. The space and time inside the sphere became unstable, as if it might collapse at any time. pack.

The twisted path directly covered most of the first seat's body. Even if he couldn't kill the first seat, it still slowed down the first seat's speed to a great extent. His whole figure seemed to be delayed, and the electric current hit him With flesh and blood, the broken winding path hacked countless bloodstains on the body.

This is the limit that Bologo can do. Everyone has reached the limit, and the next one can only be handed over to Nethaniel.

The golden lion stomped the ground and came roaring.

The first seat stretched out his hand, reaching infinitely to the body that fell on the ground. Just as he was about to touch it, a bloody cross sword light burst out of thin air.

The winding path was torn apart again, and a vague figure walked out from the cross sword light, stood directly beside Xilin's body, and hugged him up under the gaze of the first seat.

"stop!"

The first seat roared and attacked the man, and cut off the man's head with a sword at a speed beyond imagination. He had just stepped out of the cross sword light, and the head was thrown away in the next second, and the headless corpse was stiff. In a few seconds, he fell straight down.

The twisted and distorted hand grabbed the cylinder, and the first seat was filled with raging ecstasy. He was finally about to get the cylinder, and at this moment a faster blade pierced through the air.

Seeing such a scene, Nethaniel knew that he could no longer hold Xilin's body, and he made the craziest choice.

Mysterious Energy·Daylight generated a huge amount of heat that almost burned the immovable sword, and the extreme aether amplified poured into the blade, and threw it like a meteor, nailing it to Xilin's body, vowing to touch it In an instant, his body was reduced to ashes.

The first seat raised the Sword of Repentance to block, and after the roaring impact, the sword of Repentance was knocked away, and the arm holding the sword was broken by the transmitted huge force, and the immovable sword pierced through the first seat. Xi's body, and then pierced Xilin's corpse, pushing the corpse into the ground, shattered dozens of meters, and then slowly stopped after sinking deep into the ground.

The first seat looked blankly at the impaled corpse, and he roared madly.

"how dare you!"

He cursed at Nethaniel.

Nethaniel smiled disdainfully. He wanted to do this a long time ago and destroyed the cylinder with his own hands. But in the next second, Nethaniel's eyes froze, and his body seemed to be frozen. land.

Not only Nethaniel, Borrog, Geoffrey, Palmer and Lebius in the distance, everyone who could see the battlefield was stunned.

In the dim room, Mamen behind the TV slowly stood up. Under the huge screen, Belphegor, who was watching everything through Lebius' eyes, was also staring blankly at the screen, A picture beyond his expectations appeared.

In the gray and white world, the astronaut raised his head, looked at the blue and clear planet and said in a low voice.

"Welcome back."

The first seat slowly turned his head, followed their line of sight, and saw the figure that should have died slowly standing up in the sunken scar of the earth, and he grabbed the handle of the Immovable Sword , pulled it out from the abdomen bit by bit, the wound did not overflow a single bit of blood, only the pure ether was flowing.

He opened his eyes, with golden pupils, staring at everyone on the battlefield indifferently.

The heart of the first seat was completely cold, and his cognition completely collapsed at this moment. He couldn't understand what happened in front of him, but his instinct made a choice for him, and he moved his body almost subconsciously. , trying to escape from the battlefield.

If he can't win, with his current state, he has no chance of winning against the returning existence in front of him.

But as soon as the first seat made a move, the whole person froze in place. This was not because he was shocked by fear, but because another force completely restrained him, as if there were countless pairs of big hands, strangling him. Every inch of his torso was locked, every movable joint of his muscles and bones was locked.

The first seat turned his head with difficulty, only to see the god raised his hand, complicated and dense patterns emerged and shone on his arm, he made a strangling movement, and the chains of nothingness completely dominated the body of the first seat.

Mysterious Power · Kingship Territory.

Cylinder clenched his fists tightly, and the chains were tightly bound. The first seat was like overripe and rotten fruit. A large amount of blood was squeezed and gushed out from the body, turning into a rain of blood.