Endless Debt

Palmer stared at Boluogo dumbfounded. Who knows what he has been through during the time he disappeared. This cold guy actually learned to flirt, just like a guy with extremely low emotional intelligence. In one thought, he became a social master.

Not only that, this guy with almost zero emotional intelligence is also a perverted murderer.

"Oh? Why are you here?"

Borrowgo had indeed become a social master, skipping Palmer's pointed questions and avoiding them.

"Me?" Palmer thought for a moment, "I was just passing by and met you by chance."

Suddenly, Palmer showed a sly smile and said with joy, "Why, have you become a glorious person? Have you become so superior?"

"No," Bologo said, stepping forward and waving for Palmer to follow. "How have you been during this time? You must be enjoying this vacation, right?"

Palmer moved his shoulders as he spoke, "It was really good in the first few days, but as time went by, I felt like my whole body was rusty."

Perhaps they both have this kind of personality, adhering to some strange dignity and decency, and rarely expressing their emotions directly, as if this is a sign of weakness and declaring their own fragility.

Palmer did not say anything he missed about Bologna, and still maintained his comedy style, using casual jokes to express his emotions.

"What about you? How does it feel to be the Glorious One."

"Awful."

After living together for a long time, over time, Burlogo also became infected with Palmer's style. He joked, "You would never guess that I received a whole week of ideological education."

"Are you kidding?" Palmer frowned, "Ideological education? Is this some kind of university elective course?"

"I'm serious. I'm being taught by a group of old guys. Some are from within the Bureau of Order, and some are invited by Nathaniel from nearby universities. He was afraid that I would turn around and leave, so he even stayed with me for a while."

The red tape that Boluogo has experienced this time can no longer be described in one or two sentences. It's no wonder that he, a professional, can't hold it in.

"As for the content of education, it's probably some leader's thinking, some overall view, messy things like that."

Boluogo recalled a paragraph casually, "For example, I am already a Glorious One, a strategic existence that can change regional wars. Then I can no longer maintain the way of thinking that I once had on the streets, fighting bloody battles with others. After all, Nathaniel told me to swing my sword less and sit at the negotiating table more..."

Palmer listened to a word or two, his expression as bitter as if he had eaten a lot of salt.

Although he had obviously gained the supreme power, he was restrained by shackles. Palmer felt unhappy, but if he thought about it carefully, he could understand Nathaniel's thoughts.

The Glory One is like the supreme power of divine punishment. It can ignore many gaps and directly deal a fatal blow that can be called annihilation to other forces. This kind of power is very suitable for deterrence. As long as the existence of the Glory One is revealed, in this absolute deterrence Under your power, everyone will sit at the negotiation table and engage in verbal exchanges with you instead of actual bloody fights.

But in this environment where deterrence is used to achieve peace and stability, there is a fatal prerequisite.

The Glorious One is a weapon that can destroy cities and tear apart countries. What's worse and more terrifying is that this weapon has a will of its own.

If the Glorious One can maintain restraint and be a sword-wielder who will not easily use the power of annihilation, even if the peace promoted by the deterrence force can continue, but assuming that the Glorious One is a complete lunatic and a war maniac...

As a result, it is obvious that the peace promoted by deterrence is on the verge of collapse. The forces that also have glory will always maintain a state of preparation for war, while the forces without glory will be uneasy, fearing that the supreme power will suddenly descend on their heads.

No one wants the power to destroy the world to be in the hands of a madman.

Thinking of this, Palmer glanced at Boluogo's indifferent profile and sighed in his heart.

"Wow, the world is over."

Bologo is the youngest Glorious One, which means that his alchemical matrix is ​​the most advanced and he is the most powerful among the many Glorious Ones, and he is also an immortal.

Information about Boluogo has long been spread to various forces. From Boluogo's proud achievements, it is not difficult to see what kind of character Boluogo is and his style of conduct.

Indifference, cruelty, efficiency, stubbornness, unscrupulousness... these are many beautiful qualities. When placed in a field employee, they are simply perfect. However, when they fall on a glorious person, they will only make people extremely frightened.

Bologg is the madman who holds the power to destroy the world. Once conditions permit, Palmer believes that Bologg will definitely use his own power to ruthlessly wipe out all the evildoers and intimidate the whole world with bone-chilling fear until only one is left. He is the only and greatest villain.

Palmer understands it so well, and the villain's declaration still echoes in his ears. What's more terrible is that Boluogo is very self-aware, and he won't even defend himself.

"Um...have you finished the course?"

"It's over," Bologo added. "Yesterday was the last session."

Burlogo suddenly stopped, and Palmer almost bumped into his shoulder. His cold eyes glanced over and landed on Palmer, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

"What's wrong?"

"I think there's something wrong with you."

"What's wrong?"

Bologg stared at Palmer closely, his senses fully opened, and he carefully examined every part of Palmer's body, aware of the direction of the ether. Among the many complicated information, Bologg captured an unknown change.

"Have you triggered the gift?" Boluogo described, "You are full of the smell of the devil."

Palmer's expression froze for a moment, and Boluogo noticed this subtle change, and his originally relaxed mood turned into a heavy one.

The silence between the two did not last long. Bologg asked, "You encountered the devil, was it Beelzebub?"

"Yes, that's her."

Palmer stopped smiling and said seriously, "Just this morning, I was affected. I met that ghost on the rooftop of our house."

"What did she do?"

"I don't know. The moment I realized it was her, I broke away." Palmer seemed a little embarrassed when talking about this part. "The good news is, I ran away very fast and she couldn't do anything to me. Bad news, I ran away too fast and I don’t know her specific purpose.”

Boluogo fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking about. Palmer seemed a little embarrassed. Maybe it was because the two hadn't seen each other for a while, or maybe it was because of the change in their identities. Palmer tried his best not to let it go. I am so sensitive, but there are too many messy things.

Beelzebub, Beelzebub the glutton.

As soon as Palmer closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of that beautiful face and the smelly breath. The crazy power surrounded him, and the disturbing buzzing sound was constant, like a group of carrion flies. Climbing up and down...on his own body.

Burlogo put his hand on Palmer's shoulder, interrupting his increasingly frantic thoughts, "Are you okay?"

Palmer blinked, and in just a few seconds, a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

"Fortunately," Palmer said at a loss, "I rarely have such close contact with the devil,"

As if after realizing it, Palmer could vaguely feel the nightmare that Beelzebub had brought to him, and the inexplicable cold invaded his body mercilessly.

"follow me."

Boluogo turned his head forward, and Palmer followed closely, wondering, "Don't you have anything else to be busy with?"

"Yes," Boluogo said steadily, "but your priority is higher, so I'll deal with you first."

Boluogo took Palmer directly towards the underground station of the Border Sanatorium, where a subway had already been waiting for a long time.

Looking at the slightly luxurious decoration and the empty carriage with just the two of them, Palmer admired in a low voice, "The damn privileged class."

The subway started moving, and the privilege of the glorious ones was taking the two of them to the Court of Shensi at high speed.

Boluogo said, "The decision-making room plans to announce the news in a few days, but since it is such a coincidence, I will tell you first."

"What's wrong?"

"According to the intelligence from the decision-making room, the rebellion started by the King's Shield Guards in the Kogadel Empire is being gradually suppressed."

Upon hearing the news, Palmer felt dazed for a moment. The Bureau of Order had not had any friction with the Kogadel Empire for some time, and the two behemoths, who were mortal enemies of each other, actually fell into a brief period of peace.

Just kidding, the apparent peace between the two is only because major events occurred within them, which forced them to temporarily cease fighting and focus on their own internal affairs.

The major incident that affected the Bureau of Order was the disobedient royal court that had just been dealt with, and what made the Kogadel Empire anxious was Xilin's return and revenge.

The King's Shield Guards led by Xilin shared the great pressure for the Bureau of Order. Under the guidance of the overlord's power, Xilin continued to capture cities one after another and occupied provinces one after another, like a sharp knife. Towards the core of the empire.

"In the gray tide haze incident, after the first high-level condenser was lost, a new glorious person seemed to appear in the King's Secret Sword, and there was more than one glorious person. They had a round of great competition. The counterattack defeated Xilin's offensive, and he pursued the victory and regained a large amount of territory. Xilin and his men were defeated and were besieged."

Burlogo talked lightly about the big news that could shock the world. Palmer's mood suddenly changed and he didn't know what to say.

Almost all extraordinary forces tacitly share the same consensus. Overlord Xilin is the only existence that is supreme and powerful beyond all glory.

In Palmer's eyes, even Nethaniel, who was known for his lethality, could hardly be a match for Xilin, but such a being was actually defeated.

Palmer guessed, "Did the King's Secret Sword create a Glorious One that could rival Xilin? Or... did it use some special means, such as the power of the devil?"

In the past, the devils were restricted by the material world and could not change reality, but now, they have found a way to cheat. All they have to do is increase the concentration of ether and drag the entire reality into the ether world.

The world is getting crazy.

Boluogo shook his head, "We don't know yet about this, but what we do know is that Xilin fell into passivity."

"The Kogadel Empire is the land of Xilin, but the master who controls this land now is not Xilin, but those crazy devils." Bologo recalled the connection between the devils, and the words of Ma echoed in his mind. Men's disturbing laughter said, "In this case, whatever happens is not an accident."

Boluogo revealed, "Now the Bureau of Order is urgently preparing an aid plan for Xilin. We need Xilin to stay alive and continue to consume the power of the Kogadel Empire for us, like a wound that cannot be healed, gurgling There's blood flowing."

"Similarly, the Kogadel Empire is also eager to kill Xilin. Only in this way can they stabilize internally and prepare all their strength..."

Palmer did not continue speaking, but looked at each other silently.

"When the Kogadel Empire is ready..."

"That is a new...scorched earth wrath."

The two of them asked and answered, and the atmosphere fell into a huge heaviness. In the strange silence, only the vague noise of the subway moving at high speed was left. The carriage shook slightly, and the two of them sat upright.

No matter how much he refused, the eve of war still came.

"So I guess Beelzebub may be planning for the subsequent war," Bologg looked at Palmer, "You are her debtor. Even if the connection between you is not close, you still have blood for each other. The contract is binding.”

Palmer's eyes became serious, "Do you think I will be instigated by her and get involved in lust?"

"No," Boluogo shook his head, "I'm not worried about this. You are a guy with no ambitions and no strong desires. No matter how much Beelzebub promises, you are still playing tricks on a cow."

Palmer's eyes suddenly became clear. He thought his good partner was doubting him, but... even though he had no doubts, Boluogo's words still sounded very disturbing.

"My concern is that you might become an anchor."

Boluogo said seriously, "You know, as debtors, because of our connection with the devil, we can be said to be anchors walking in the material world. When the devils need it, they can use it from the ether. Within the boundary, force it to sink over.”

"This kind of thing doesn't happen often, but no one can guarantee that it will never happen. Maybe the next second you and I talk, Beelzebub will suddenly come."

Boluogo rubbed his temples vigorously. He was really tired. "A few years ago, when we first started working, the arrival of the devil would at most cause a small-scale distortion of reality, as well as some illusions and slander, but she could not Change anything.”

Palmer followed up what Boluogo said and recounted the various terrifying possibilities, "But it's different now. The ether concentration has reached a terrifying value. They don't need to do anything deliberately, as long as there are too intense sublimation practitioners. By fighting, they can take advantage of the situation to cause the ether concentration to exceed the threshold, causing the material world to fall into the etheric world, and then attack us in the etheric world."

"call……"

Palmer lowered his head and took a long breath. He made up his mind and made a choice, "Are you going to lock me up?"

"What did you say?"

"Lock up dangerous elements like me and keep them away from human gatherings, so that even if the devil comes along my umbilical cord, it won't drag the surrounding area into the ether," Palmer said anxiously, "This should be able to A lot safer, right?”

Burlogo looked deeply at Palmer and then slapped him on the head.

"What are you thinking? You are a debtor, am I not a debtor? Besides, why should I assume my own situation in such a passive condition?"

Boluogo said viciously, "I am not going to lock you up. On the contrary, you have to be with me."

Silently clenching his fists, anticipating the bloody fight, Boluoge showed an unnatural smile.

"When Beelzebub came to you, we came to her."

Very, very sorry, the latest update may become a single update again.

First, I have to take my two cats back to my hometown for the New Year. The journey is not far, but it is troublesome enough.

Then, today, an old man in my family passed away. In the past few days, I must have been running in both directions. I may not have time to write. I am very sorry.