Endless Debt

Countless streams of fire writhed on the ice sheet like a swarm of violent snakes. They entangled and gnawed at each other, and were tightly entangled together, converging into a vicious beam of light that spanned the sky and the earth.

Lewan looked directly at this explosion of light. In an instant, it was like the brilliance of thousands of meteors overlapped together. Even Lewan was a defender, he was stunned by this terrifying lumen, and his eyes were filled with tears. Only burning pure white remains.

Uncontrollable tears welled up in his eyes. Lewan blinked, resisting the pain in his eyes, and tried to open his eyes wide. Lewan could barely see through the blur.

This beam of light is like a flaming sword coming from heaven, releasing blazing anger and aura of destruction.

It extended as far as it would go, and the snow dust it passed by was instantly evaporated and vaporized, and the many air currents rolled together, roaring feebly, like a group of painful dead souls.

At the end of the fire sword, most of the originally hard ice had melted. In the horrifyingly hot sunken mass, Boluogo struggled to control this heavenly weapon.

"Finally caught up."

Although Boluogo's tone was relaxed, his expression was not slack at all.

Looking at the short, broken mountain peaks that became blurry in the distance, this huge mountain seemed to have completely turned into flesh and blood. In the cross-section below the mountain, a steady stream of blood overflowed, like a pool of blood flowing from a huge wound. It is gradually gathering into a scarlet sea.

In the madly rising ether, Boluogo did not notice Levan who was located next to the Scarlet Sea. He could not even see the battlefield on the mountain. What Boluogo could detect was that the Scarlet Sea was constantly flowing. Flows towards the great rift and seeps into the material world.

Everything went as Bologna had foreseen.

"I really saved the world now..."

While muttering to himself, Boluogo tightened his grip on the core of light in his hand. The ether and secret energy of the Glorious One level were fully activated, and they were all put into restraining the fire sword.

The harsh feeling of heat invaded Boluogo's mind. Just as the saw-axe of the Crusher would devour Boluogo's flesh and blood, the extreme heat of the light was also burning Boluogo himself.

Light is like a fire that can burn everything, but it requires infinite ether as fuel.

In this etheric realm, Bologe does not have to worry about the issue of firewood at all, but this does not mean that Bologe can use the power of Guangzhuo unscrupulously. Boluogo needs to use his own control power to restrain Guangzhuo. and guidance, otherwise it will just turn into a wild wildfire that goes out of control.

The moment the fire sword pierced the scarlet sea, streams of blazing fire shot up into the sky, as if the sun was rising from the abyss, dispelling the endless darkness.

Thousands of flesh and blood creatures were directly vaporized by the deadly high temperature in the sudden flames and disappeared without a trace.

The fire crazily burned the flesh and blood fungi, which was a horrifying sight. The fungi twisted and rolled in the firelight. These bloodthirsty creatures were reduced to nothing in the raging flames, leaving only charred remains. Traces and a pungent burnt smell.

The surrounding air was so hot that it made people feel suffocated. The light spread extremely fast, like a violent torrent, swallowing up all the creatures and objects in the way.

These flesh-and-blood plagues and extraordinary disasters that were extremely powerful in the outside world disappeared in pieces under the power of Boluogo. Some turned into coke, some turned into ashes, shattered into invisible dust, and disappeared without a trace. No trace.

Boluogo's long-range strike plunged the battlefield into a sea of ​​​​destructive fire, adding another fatal weight to this disaster-filled battlefield.

"As expected, I still prefer to go out in the field!"

Boluogo roared, and used all his strength to move his arm. The swing was only a few centimeters, but when he directed it to the fire sword, the terrifying hot fire flow directly swept across a distance of a hundred meters.

The flame roared, and every inch of movement was accompanied by blazing flames and a pungent burnt smell. It was like a ruthless wall of fire, sweeping across the sea of ​​flesh and blood monsters wantonly, burning everything wherever it went.

Lewan watched this scene from a distance, and it was difficult to understand what was happening in front of him based on his knowledge.

The rising in the distance was indeed the etheric reaction of the Glory One, but the attack he launched was beyond Lewan's imagination.

Lewan was suspicious, "Nathaniel?"

Searching my mind for information about the contemporary Glorious Ones, I found that the only one who could release such pure light and heat power was the current deputy director of the Bureau of Order, Nethanil.

But Lewan had just received the news not long ago that Nessanir was injured in an operation against the Secret Group, and the alchemical matrix left a soul scar, making it difficult to maintain the full operation of the secret energy. But even Nessani in its heyday Well, the power he released could not be so powerful.

So who is it? Ren Liwan was thinking a lot. He could not determine the identity of the other party. Liwan suspected that he had not received news from the outside world for too long, and his understanding of the contemporary glorious people had seriously lagged behind.

But...however, no matter how late it is, how could a Glorious One appear directly from the depths of the etheric realm? Is he really a Glorious One? Or is it something else lurking deep in the etheric realm?

The foehn wind swept the flames and headed towards Lewan.

Lewan interrupted his thoughts and quickly took a few steps back. The ether condensed in front of him, forming a milky white ether barrier.

The two collided, and many cracks appeared in the ether barrier. A little flame got in and passed over Lewan's body, bringing a burst of burning pain.

Even if they were on the edge of the battlefield, the aftermath of the burning would have an impact on the defenders. Lewan could not imagine how high the temperature would rise suddenly in the center of the Scarlet Sea.

The fire sword continued to advance, and every time it passed a few meters, it would bring violent explosions and flickering sparks. The remains of the flesh and blood monster were scattered under the sword's edge, turning into tiny fragments.

In a moment, Bologo had burned a large vacuum area in the Scarlet Sea. The entire area was shrouded in flames. The surface of the ice sheet was pitted with melted holes. Gray-black flesh and blood were stuck together. The air was filled with thick smoke and smoke. Burnt smell.

The snow dust and cold wind had long since disappeared, replaced by rising thermal air currents that rolled up tons of ash and stirred up a large black snow.

At the end of the fire sword, Boluogo's face turned pale. In order to achieve such a precise and terrifying offensive, Boluogo's spirit was highly concentrated, controlling and guiding the burning of light. This had a great impact on his spirit and ether. It is an extremely huge consumption.

Now, Boluogo's state has reached the limit, and it is difficult to keep the fire sword burning. The restraining power breaks one by one, and the fire sword twists strangely.

The flames on it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, forming creepy arcs, drawing a picture of hell in mid-air.

Finally, the fire sword reached the limit of distortion, like a tall building that could no longer bear its own weight. At the moment of collapse, the fire sword released a sky-high explosion, covering everything around it in blazing light.

The power of the explosion swept across the entire battlefield. The wails of flesh and blood monsters and the roar of flames intertwined to form a sad and terrifying symphony. All flesh and blood were reduced to nothing in this blazing flame.

Only the miserable scars left by melting on the ice sheet were left, as if they were scars carved into the etheric realm.

After the earth-shattering explosion, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Lewand stared blankly at the scarlet sea not far away. To be precise, this was no longer a sea.

Most of the Scarlet Sea has evaporated, and the flesh-and-blood plagues that were once almost unkillable are wriggling mycelium and tentacles in pain. They tremble and bend, and little flames emerge from the inside of the flesh and blood.

At the other end of the Scarlet Sea, there is still some flesh and blood left. They will try to expand again, but as soon as they step into this burning and scorched place, they will be burned clean by the remaining high temperature. According to Levan's inference , at least for a period of time, the flesh-and-blood plague cannot spread.

"Oh my god..."

Lewan marveled from the bottom of his heart. Only then did he come back to his senses. The fire sword not only evaporated half of the scarlet sea, but it also blocked the flesh and blood plague from passing through the great rift and spreading to the material world.

Just like the miracle of parting the sea in myths and legends, this sword completely cut off the torrent of flesh and blood.

Levan looked uneasily in the direction of the extinguished fire sword. He was nervous and curious, and in addition to fear, he was also excited. He knew that the holder of the fire sword was striding towards here, and he would soon be there. His true face will be glimpsed, and the fog will clear.

"Ha ha……"

Boluogo bit his tongue and half-knelt in the molten pit.

Extending the fire sword so far and carrying out such a powerful attack was much more difficult than he imagined, not to mention that before launching this round of attacks, he had just escaped from the devil's essence, and his spirit had already suffered a series of attacks. Heavy damage.

"Beelzebub, you're right there, right?"

Thinking of the devil, Boluogo struggled to raise his head and looked at the broken mountain peaks in the distance.

Invading the devil is indeed an extremely reckless move. From the darkness, Boluoge glimpsed the scarlet runes. Boluogo instinctively realized that these runes were incomplete. It seemed... it seemed It was originally one, until it was torn apart by outsiders and evenly distributed among the eight people who made wishes.

Boluogo didn't know whether his guess was correct, but what he knew was that the rune had an extremely powerful power of contamination. When he found Beelzebub's essence, why couldn't he think that Beelzebub also found him? .

Boluogo was almost lost in the darkness, until a beam of light lit up from the endless darkness.

Standing upright, Boluogo turned his head, and the huge blazing white storm stood behind him, neither far nor near.

Boluogo asked the secret source, "Sure enough, you actually still have a certain rudiment of consciousness, right?"

Just when Boluogo completely sank into the darkness and was captured by the scarlet rune, the entanglement between Boluogo and the secret source suddenly deepened a lot. It seemed to have directly condensed into a substantial existence. Bologger was dragged out of the darkness.

The secret source took the initiative to save Boluogo, but it is not known whether it was for the purpose of rescuing Boluogo, or to prevent others from noticing the existence of the scarlet rune.

Boluogo speculated that even if the secret source does not have self-awareness, it should have a certain vague instinct, just like a series of written question and answer programs. It will respond to any situation in the ethereal world.

But in any case, Boluogo believed in one thing. It was only a matter of time before the secret source gave birth to self-awareness. This did not mean the resurrection and return of the eighth man, but another new will taking over his authority and virtue.

Try to suppress the pain in your mind. The mental damage will not be recovered for a while, but the consumed ether can be re-absorbed through the etheric world.

Bologg stretched his tired body, and the power of the Glorious One was stimulated again. With a bang, Bologg took off like a cannonball. With just a few simple jumps, he crossed a long distance. , arrived at the edge of the Scarlet Sea.

This time the great rift was completely displayed in front of Boluogo's eyes. It was indeed like a tree of light supporting the heaven and earth. Standing in front of it, anyone would feel their own insignificance.

Endless ether rushed into the material world through it, and due to the excessive ether erosion, Boluogo faintly sensed that this rift was still growing.

The target of the Great Rift is not yet a problem that Boluogo can solve, but after a round of inspection, Boluogo can confirm that he has successfully intercepted the torrent of flesh and blood and prevented them from continuing to spread to the material world.

Hopefully this will relieve some of the pressure on the other side of the great chasm.

At this time, I thought of the team that Boluogo killed on the road. They should be the reinforcements sent by the devil.

Although the Great Rift has unfolded, the material world has not yet been completely swallowed up by the Ethereal World. The devils are still resisted by the material world. No matter how powerful they are, they can only use it on the other side of the Great Rift.

If that team arrives here successfully, they should escort the Disaster Server across the Great Rift. In this way, they can directly detonate a new extraordinary disaster in the material world without the need for flesh and blood to cross the Great Rift one after another. The entire mountains turned into eternal decay.

His eyes turned to the broken mountain peaks and the other end of the Scarlet Sea. With a rough perception, Bologe sensed the crazy intentions of the devils. However, the power of this chaotic evil was too strong, and Bologe was not sure how much power there was. The head devil has arrived here.

Just when Boluogo was about to take another step, a shirtless figure appeared in front of Boluogo. His figure was so tall that Boluogo had to look up at his face.

Levan asked warily, "Who are you?"

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and after confirming that the other party was a human being and not a debtor, he asked.

"You do not know who I am?"

To be honest, Boluogo has been doing this job for so long, experienced so much, and dealt with many monsters, living and dead, human and inhuman...

Whether it is the Glorious One, the Debtor, or the Devil himself, Bologg almost never takes the initiative to introduce himself. This is not because Bologg is too arrogant. After all, every time before he introduces himself, the other party takes the lead in saying his name and is polite. He said something like he was famous and had heard about it for a long time.

Then he drew swords against himself, like a group of perverted extreme fans.

Since being promoted to the Glorious One, this famous effect has become more widespread. Even though Boluogo remains humble, he subconsciously feels that everyone knows him and acquiesces to this small arrogance.

Until I met this guy in front of me.

"Do I need to know who you are?"

Lewan asked cautiously. He didn't know who the guy in front of him was and what his identity was. If he was hostile to him and fired a flaming sword at him, Lewan wouldn't be able to hold it back.

Borrogo was speechless for a moment, and humbly announced his name, "I am Borrogo Lazarus."

Levan recalled for a while. The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember the specifics. Then, he gave Bologo a friendly and confused look.

In this slightly absurd meeting and conversation in this disaster-apocalyptic place, Bologo saw that the other party was also a defender and had a high level of intelligence authority, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Did you come from the deep mountains and old forests?"

Lewan hesitated for a moment and nodded seriously. In theory, this was indeed the case.