Endless Debt.

Chapter 754

It was a few days later when Burlogo saw Palmer again.

Bologo was lying on the sofa exhausted. For a while, he was training in the actual combat room during the day, practicing etheric skills, and enhancing his affinity for ether. At night, he sat in the living room like this, looking at the darkening sky outside the window, Listen to the noise of the city.

In the lonely silence, Bologo felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He remembered the conversation he had with Seri. Seri loved the Undead Club, even if it might have been created by a devil, he would be willing to do so.

In the long life of the undead, the Undead Club took him in like a safe haven. Selei thought he would not understand his thoughts, but Bologo could understand... Oath City Opus, Bureau of Order, Action Group, this house, are they not a shelter for Burlogo?

"what……"

Bologo let out a long breath. The fatigue from the training made him feel a little sleepy. After changing his position on the sofa and lying down, the cool touch crawled along Burlogo's wrist.

A small silvery snake came out of Borrog's cuff. As the body twisted, the tiny scales also closed and opened. There was a shimmer in the eyes, and the slender letter swayed when he opened his mouth.

The silver snake is so agile and lively, if it is not known in advance, many people will mistake it for a real snake, but in fact, it is just a cold dead snake shaped by the snake scale liquid under the precise control of Bologo. It's just a thing.

From the expression and movements of the silver snake, we can see the precision of Bologo's control over the ether now. The silver snake began to divide into two and two into four during the swim, and the dense snake group wrapped around Bologo's body. body, but then they quickly gathered together and turned back into the only silver snake, and then got into Burrog's sleeve and disappeared.

The Snake Scale Liquid, an alchemy weapon made by Aimu, has accompanied Bologo in many battles because of its special properties. Logo is gone.

Bologo, who is in the position of the power bearer, has broken many shackles. His control no longer requires direct contact with matter, and there is no restriction on the solid-liquid state, which directly replaces the important nature of the solid-liquid conversion of the snake scale liquid .

In terms of aggressiveness, although the Snake Scale Liquid can continuously multiply red mercury and perform terrifying detonation and killing, its aggressiveness is obviously not enough when facing high-level enemies, not to mention, in terms of aggressiveness. The razor-sharp Grudge has replaced it.

Treating the Snake Scale Liquid as armor, it is too fragile, and the shaped iron armor is difficult to block the attacks of enemies of the same level or even higher levels.

The current Snake Scale Liquid, in Bologo's view, is more like a steel maker. As long as it is there, he can control the steel anytime and anywhere, and launch an offensive against the enemy.

From the original offensive weapon to an auxiliary weapon, at least with the snake scale liquid, Bologo never worried that he would fall into a situation without a control object.

Just as Burlogo was wondering how to further arm himself, there was a burst of sound outside the door, followed by the metal sound of a key being inserted into the lock cylinder, turning the doorknob, and Palmer pushed the door open and walked in.

The two looked at each other in the dark, even though the light was dim, but Bologo could still see Palmer's sense of decadence and exhaustion, he walked over and sat down on the other end of the sofa, Bologo could smell With the smell of shampoo, Palmer used the actual combat room as a gym, and took a shower to go home after a hard day of training.

In the calm, Burlogo suddenly didn't know what to say, usually Palmer was always active.

"Morrison."

Palmer spoke suddenly and said an unfamiliar name, "Morrison Booth."

Burrog's eyes sharpened, "Continue."

"His rank is a negative person. He used to be a member of the king's secret sword. He defected to the side of the king's shield guard during an operation. As for the specific secret ability, we don't know yet."

From the last image of the pupil of record, Crow's Nest compared them one by one based on the information stolen from the king's secret sword, and finally got this result.

"I remember the name," said Burrog.

"When I left, I heard from Jeffrey that the Bureau of Order had already started operations. Before midnight, the Great Rift will be completely sealed off, and starting tomorrow, we will use the leak of toxic waste as an excuse to evacuate the residents around the Great Rift. "

Palmer continued, "I guess, the venue for future negotiations will be set up in the Great Rift."

All evil gathers and chaos begins.

Bologo whispered, "This place is chosen, no matter how you think about it, it doesn't look like a good negotiation."

"I don't know what the decision-making room is thinking, or maybe I'm too stupid to see that long-term." Palmer said.

Burrog took a look at Palmer. He said he was stupid, but his eyes were full of killing intent instead of stupidity. Palmer was like a hungry shark. Now he finally smelled the blood of his enemy.

"What do you want to do next?" Burrog asked.

"It depends on the situation. If I can meet that Morrison, I will find a way to kill him. If I don't, I will have more time to hunt him down in the future."

"He's a loser."

The gap in rank is here, and it cannot be smoothed out with a few harsh words from Palmer.

Palmer was silent for a moment, looked at Burlogo, a familiar smile finally appeared on his rigid face, and he joked, "You won't let me go alone."

Burrog froze for a moment, showing a helpless smile.

It seemed that although Palmer did not return to his familiar appearance, he somewhat regained his sanity and did not become paranoid or crazy. Seeing that his partner had recovered, Burlogo was relieved.

"Church is also my friend, and this is also my hatred. Naturally, I won't let you go alone," Bologo continued, "But I will hand over the final judgment to you. Is that enough?"

"Enough." Palmer nodded, he was extremely satisfied with this.

"So you've calmed down?" Burrog asked.

"I don't know," Palmer said in a complicated tone. "My mood is indeed much more stable than before, but when I close my eyes, I feel unstoppable anger again."

Church's face came to Palmer's mind again, "I always thought he was lying to me."

"But he didn't lie to you, he did face you with his true face."

"Yeah...it's both surprising and delightful."

Palmer said in a low voice, "I've always wondered whether Church really regarded me as a friend. After all, he's full of lies."

"He even lied to Afia, but he didn't lie to me..."

Palmer clenched his fists, looked up at Burrog, and said suddenly, "Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Burrog didn't understand.

"For a while, I always thought you were a psychopath. You did so many atrocities for Adele's revenge. Sometimes I couldn't stand it...I understand you now, Bologo."

Palmer murmured, "Is this empathy?"

Bologo didn't respond to this. Regarding Adele's matter, with the blood and death, and the passage of time, Bologo has been able to face these calmly.

Picking up the disc from the cabinet, Burlogo turned on the TV, and in the darkness, the light shone on each other's faces.

"What's this?" Palmer asked.

"The sequel to "Fork Killer" just came out the day before yesterday, but you're not at home. I think it might be a bit selfish to enjoy this thing alone."

Watching a movie alone is a kind of enjoyment, but it is also a bit boring.

Palmer thought about it, he got up and went to the kitchen, took two glasses, a large bottle of orange juice, and a few bags of potato chips.

Bologo put his feet on the coffee table, took the cup handed by Palmer, and took a sip of orange juice. At this time, a guy mysteriously walked into the alley on the TV, picked up the fork, and stabbed One person's eyeball exploded.

……

While Bologo and Palmer were watching the movie, the great rift was filled with wind and clouds, and countless figures walked through the sea of ​​fog. They looked at the twisted and growing strange buildings below, showing disgust on their faces, but they did not rashly Instead of attacking, an invisible line of defense was established at the outermost periphery of the big rift.

No matter how huge the Bureau of Order is, there are only a few people who have sublimated the sublimation, and these people alone cannot support the operation of this huge machine. For this reason, the logistics department led by ordinary people was born. Part of the logistical affairs, and when necessary, will assist the Desublimator in their actions.

For example, when several action groups surrounded the large rift, soldiers from the Department of Field Service also dispatched. Armored vehicles lay across the intersection, cordoned off, and the muzzles of guns loaded with ammunition hung low to the ground, sealing off the intersection around the large rift.

The emergency notice has been broadcast to the residents of the whole city through Opals radio station. Due to the illegal operation of a certain company, deadly industrial waste has been leaked, and the city hall is dealing with it urgently.

Through this method of deception, the Logistics Department cleared the way for the operations of the Field Service Department and created a battlefield for them to fight.

Yas, who was fully armed, walked among the soldiers. He could feel the eyes of other soldiers, envy, awe, fear...

The soldiers have participated in many battles with the Desublimator, and they are well aware of the power of the Desublimator, and even many soldiers regard them as the embodiment of some kind of divine power.

Yas never felt that he was an embodiment of divine power, he was also a part of mortals.

In the final analysis, the sublimation people are just like the elite of mortal military forces. They seem to be powerful, but the real cornerstone is still a huge number of mortals.

It's just that as the concentration of ether rises, the alchemy matrix becomes more advanced and powerful, and the balance between sublimation people and mortals is irretrievably falling to one side.

Usually, Yas wouldn't think about such distant things. With his hand lightly pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist, he walked to the edge of the cliff and cast his gaze towards the sea of ​​fog below.

"All evil gathers..."

Yas's voice was very low, blending into the surrounding wind.

Another figure came over, and he stood beside Yas, sighing, "To be honest, I really feel like the secret war is happening again."

"In order to gain an advantage in the battle in the Great Rift, we made a promise to that devil, but in just a few years, he turned this place into a highly poisonous abscess."

The man continued, "I'm very curious about the next move of the decision-making room, whether to negotiate with the king's secret sword, or to cut off this cancer under the guise of negotiation."

"Long time no see, Lynch."

The fog dissipated from the opponent, and Yas saw the appearance of the opponent clearly and greeted him.

"It doesn't feel like long." Lynch smiled.

"Has your third group also been dispatched?" Yas looked behind him, most of the figures were covered by fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Well, maybe we were afraid of the recurrence of the closed building incident, and we, who are good at attacking the imaginary domain, were also mobilized."

Lynch nodded, and continued, "In addition to us, the tenth and ninth groups are also there."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Lynch leaned out, as if he would fall in the next second.

"I guess, the fourth group should also be mobilized. They are located in the abandoned land, and there is Holt there. If we launch an offensive on the wandering fork, and cooperate with Holt to cooperate internally and externally, maybe we can really destroy this place. place."

Listening to Lynch's analysis, Yas felt a little tired, "This feels amazing."

"What does it feel like?" Lynch turned around.

"Like you said, a replay of the Secret War," Yass paused, "but I feel like it's not a replay, for me, for us, this war was never over, it was just halftime Just rest.

Now that it's back, we're going to end it for good...or be ended by it. "

Lynch knows Yas' past and understands the emotions he is enduring.Lynch had also participated in the secret war, but fortunately, he had already belonged to the third group at that time, unlike Yas and others, who were assigned after the second group disbanded.

During the secret war, the third group was responsible for conquering the virtual domains temporarily built by the king's secret sword. These virtual domains were like fortresses, and they tried to destroy them.Under the cover of other action groups, the third group rarely fought head-on with the king's secret sword, so the casualties were not large.

After digging into his pocket, Lynch took out a golden coin from his pocket.

"They say that as long as you pay taxes to the tyrant, your wish can be granted."

The mammon coin rolled on the back of Lynch's finger, then bounced up, and was held by Lynch in his hand.

"Then I will make a wish..."

Lynch threw the Mammon coins into the sea of ​​fog.

"All evil ends."

The coin passed through the sea of ​​fog and slammed into the air corridor. It rolled for a certain distance on the rusty metal corridor, and then fell down again, until it fell into a twisted and growing weird building.

Such a building is like ivy, crawling and growing along the cliff, and the coins stumbled and finally stopped in a dark corner. It is so shiny and clean that it is incompatible with the filth of this place.

The mist slowly submerged the coins, and when the mist cleared again, the golden coins had disappeared.

In the dim space, a coin appeared out of thin air, then fell down, and fell into the golden sea like a vast ocean. After it, more coins emerged and fell sporadically, like a drizzle of rain .

Endless coins are piled up in the darkness, and the golden light creates oceans and mountains of gold. On the edge of this pile of wealth, a strange and weird figure is busy at his desk.

Mammon picked up the utensil and carefully carved the coin in front of her, designing a new pattern for it.

Bursts of melody rang in Mammon's ears. It was the strange whispers made when coins collided with each other, and it was the wishes whispered by people one after another.

One of these wishes caught Mammon's attention.

"End of all evil?"

Mammon seemed to have heard some joke, and her trembling laughter caused the golden ocean to roll and roar.

He stood up, his figure covered the sky, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had appeared in a familiar room, sitting on the dilapidated sofa, with several TV sets stacked in front of him, like a monitor , All the movements of the action teams were exposed.

Mammon seemed to be expecting and planning something, when there was a knock on the door, Gray pushed the door open and walked in.

"You looking for me?" Gray asked.

Mammon turned his head in surprise, he moved his body, made a place on the sofa, then motioned for Gray to come over, and sat down.

Gray did not refuse, his body and mind had been handed over to Mammon, just like a slave.

Sitting next to Mamen, Gray also saw the movement of the action team. This time, the Bureau of Order was so powerful that Gray had known it early on.

"I don't know if they came here to serve the king's shield, or...for this place."

Even after becoming Mammon's debtor, Gray is still very reluctant to use "we" to refer to these.

The battle of Bologo in the Fortress of Fog Abyss is not a secret in the Fork in the Wandering Road. Because of Bologo's tyrannical control, the historical building of Fortress of the Fog Abyss almost collapsed. Shaking, many buildings collapsed in the subsequent shocks, and some directly separated from the cliff and fell into the depths of the thick sea of ​​fog below.

"It doesn't matter who they come for." Mammon said confidently.

Not only the astronauts are planning a conspiracy, but Mammon is also planning something. He already knows the uniqueness of Bologo and has passed on this information.

At present, Mamen does not know how many blood relatives will respond to her call, but what is known is that the disputes that have remained calm will now become turbulent again.

"How did you feel when you saw him?"

The screen on the TV flashed again, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Gray.

The black robe sets off the hunched figure, and the silver mask is tightly attached to the face. When the Shadow King sits motionless, the lingering death on his body will always make people mistake him for a corpse.

Facing the Shadow King, Gray remained silent.

Mamen knew that the Shadow King was once part of the astronauts' conspiracy... Maybe he is still in that part of the conspiracy now, but compared to that time, the Shadow King's importance is undoubtedly much lower, and now the protagonist is Bo Luo Ge.

So what should we do?

Mamen can vaguely guess that the plan of the astronauts may still be the "new world" at the time of the fall of the holy city.

Or maybe not...

But it doesn't matter, Mamen doesn't need to know what he is planning, as long as he disrupts all his plans, he would rather kill by mistake than let him go.

"Grey, what are you talking about? How long has it been? Why? Has the hatred in your heart been extinguished?"

Mammon raised his hand and pressed it on Gray's cheek. He obviously didn't use any force, but it brought a piercing pain.

"Think about it, on that rainy night that changed your fate, your trusted teammate betrayed you and even killed her... Do you actually have a crush on her? She is so outstanding and treats you so kindly."

Mammon's words easily found the gap in Gray's armor and pierced hard into it.

In that night of betrayal, Captain Jamon had already belonged to the King's Shieldguard. He killed Miransha and seriously injured Gray.In fact, Gray should have died too, but he survived with the help of a delusional man, and at the cost of sacrificing his soul, he learned the identity of the second seat from the Mamen Gate.

Gray was supposed to be the sword of vengeance, but when he knew who his enemy was, Gray became confused and wavering again.

"Are you hesitating? Or do you not have the courage to kill him?"

Mammon asked, but Gray still didn't respond, he just stared blankly at the Shadow King on the screen.

"Um……"

Mammon thought for a moment, then continued, "I gave you the gift Threshold Limit, which gave you the power to break through the limit, and Jamon's blood shifting sword, which gave you the power to travel through winding paths.

As for it..."

As Mammon spoke, he touched Gray's other sword, the secret sword from Miransha.

"I know what you need."

As Mammon spoke softly, he pulled out the well-maintained secret sword, gripped the blade vigorously with his palm, and the sharp metal cut his palm, making a strange sound.

That sound didn't sound like cutting flesh and blood, but rather like cutting a layer of dead bark with great effort.

Slowly moving the palm, the blade further cut the flesh and blood. What's even more strange is that there was no bright red blood flowing out, only hot sticky tar oozing from the wound, and the disgusting breath was revealed, like the filth of the world. Sum.

There was an ear-piercing sound of corrosion. Under the corrosion of tar, the smooth metal surface of this secret sword, which was carefully treasured by Gray, was covered with pitted corrosion holes. Decaying death, as if all the lives cut by it will die in an instant.

"Before, you didn't have the power to kill him, so now, I give you the power to kill him, although only once."

Mamen returned the secret sword to Gray, and looked at Gray's expression curiously.

"What are you going to do, Gray."

Evil words filled Gray's mind, and countless laughing voices overlapped together, turning into a frightening scream.

"Should I let the fire of revenge go out like a coward, or should I abandon everything and kill him to avenge Miranda?"

Gray remained silent, just staring at the riddled sword indifferently, as if it was his heart riddled with holes.

The update time in the past few days is very dark, because I found that when I was in the dark time, my code words would be unexpectedly fast, and I couldn’t concentrate, so I tried to code during this time period recently, but the price was that I would sleep like a dog during the day Like a dead body.

It's the same, adjust your schedule and ask for a day off tomorrow.

Then it is expected to end this volume this month, thank you for your support!