Endless Debt

The situation of the battle changed so quickly that even Boluogo couldn't react. One second they had seriously injured Beelzebub, but the next second Beelzebub easily knocked down Asmod. Chewing her flesh and blood.

With constant swallowing sounds in his throat, Bologo clenched the fire sword in his hand and stared at the body that had been penetrated and burned by himself, but was healing at a high speed.

Beelzebub slowly turned her head, and there was a heartbreaking sound of bones dislocating in her neck, until her entire head was completely turned around in an anti-physiological way.

The new skin was like a mask, covering the burned skin. She showed a chillingly sweet smile, and her scarlet tongue licked the blood that fell on her mouth...the black blood.

"Brogo, you always stand on the wrong team, first Leviathan, then Asmodeus..."

Beelzebub's neck stretched like a snake, and when the smelly blood on his face came towards his face, Boluogo only had time to detonate the flaming sword in his hand.

The etheric sword collapsed and spread out in all directions with the power of light, exploding into a blazing fireball. Boluogo fell from it and fell heavily to the ground. He rolled several times before he propped himself up.

"damn it."

Boluogo complained in a low voice, with a hint of pain in his voice.

Standing up slowly, he saw that a large piece of Boluogo's shoulder had been cut off. Muscles, bones, and blood were all swallowed up. Half of his shoulders collapsed weakly, and there was a lot of blood.

On top of Boluogo's head, Beelzebub's body turned around, his torso and head reset, his fingertips wiped the scraps of meat at the corners of his mouth, and put them into his mouth together. After a sucking sound, Beelzebub's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Boluogo with joy.

"Bologo, you taste much better than I thought."

The long scarlet hair grew wildly and cascaded down from Beelzebub's shoulders. They intertwined with each other like blood threads and turned into curtains hanging on the ground, spreading in all directions.

Boluogo stared at Beelzebub expressionlessly. Under the power of the Gift and the Axis of Time, the wound on his shoulder was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He simply moved his shoulder without feeling any obstruction.

"By the way, you are still from the undead," Beelzebub's smile became more and more distorted, "You can eat for a long time."

Boluogo asked calmly, "Was everything before just a disguise?"

"Disguising? It doesn't count," Beelzebub shook his head. "I just hate hunger, so I usually only come after a full stomach."

Beelzebub turned his head, looked at Asmode who was lying on the ground, and said grimly, "Whenever I am hungry, I will become irritable and irritable. This posture is too ugly."

"ugly?"

Boluogo chuckled twice. In the previous battle, the posture Beelzebub showed to everyone was that of an unkillable flesh and blood monster. His posture was blasphemous, as if countless taboo creatures were sewn together.

But Beelzebub thinks that posture is perfect. She likes to use that posture to fight powerful enemies, using the power of flesh, blood and immortality to corrupt every living thing.

Now Beelzebub no longer looks like that blasphemous and hateful person. On the contrary, she maintains a human posture, beautiful but hungry.

Beelzebub sees hunger as an ugliness.

Bologo knew that he couldn't use ordinary people's thinking to substitute for the devil. If Asmodeus hadn't inspired Beelzebub's desire, Bologo wouldn't have had much chance to see Beelzebub's true gluttony in person. .

This is an extremely important piece of information, which may allow many people to survive in future operations against the Kingdom of Slurry.

Looking at Asmodeus on the other side, her entire left shoulder, left chest, and left arm had all disappeared. There was no flesh and blood on the ferocious wound section, and there was just a layer of ceramic-like faults. It seemed that Asmodeus had De's body is not flesh and blood, but a ceramic doll.

Large swaths of thick tar dripped out from the damaged areas and flowed all over the floor, exuding a disgusting smell.

Asmodeus knelt down and tried to cover the huge wound on his body with his right hand to stop the tar from flowing out, but the tar was still flowing out continuously.

In order to satisfy the devil's desire to play in the human world, Asmodeus did not know what means he used to make his chosen one his own body in the material world. This is similar to the relationship between Sai Zong and Samuel, but completely different. on the contrary.

It can be seen that Asmodeus likes this ever-changing body very much, not only because it is her chosen one, but at the same time, this body also carries many of her memories.

The surrounding black mist gathered, and they filled the hideous wounds one by one. A crisp friction sound sounded, as if Asmodeus was repairing his body with the power that was almost like a fantasy coming true.

In pain, Asmodeus raised his pale cheek and stared at Boluogo.

Bologg knew what Asmod wanted to do, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He just felt troublesome, but forced by this damn situation, Bologg had to help her.

Help Asmodeus buy time.

Asmodeus doesn't want to give up her chosen one yet. Once she is kicked out of the dispute game, what awaits her is not the start of the next round of the game, but being devoured by her own blood relatives.

The authority and original sin will still continue, but the will of "Asmodeus" will completely die.

For the devil, the interruption and disappearance of the continuity of consciousness is tantamount to death.

Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly felt a joking mood, and he said loudly, "What's the price?"

Asmode was stunned for a moment, and even Beelzebub paused his attack and looked at them with interest.

"Speaking of which, I haven't discussed it with you yet, what is the cost of helping you?"

Boluogo laughed inexplicably. Although he knew that in this situation, he should not laugh, let alone threaten Asmodeus, but except for the present, he could not imagine a more suitable opportunity to threaten the devil.

Anyway, he is an immortal and Leviathan's chosen one. Even if he is eventually devoured by Beelzebub, as long as Leviathan does not want to lose, the devil still has to find a way to save him.

This may cost a lot, but rather than personal gain or loss, Boluogo wants to use this opportunity to help all mankind gain chips to defeat the devil.

"cost?"

Asmode looked at Boluogo blankly. She thought Boluogo was crazy. It could be seen that Boluogo was reluctant to take action and his extremely serious and serious eyes showed that she knew that Boluogo was not joking.

"I can give you the blessing of Chaos and Joy," Asmodeus said decisively, "This matches your immortality..."

Boluogo interrupted Asmodeus, "I'm not interested in your masochistic tendencies."

After breaking out of the limitations of his thinking, Boluoge suddenly felt relaxed. He shook the Grudge at will and danced out a few sword flowers.

Asmodeus gritted his teeth. Devils were indeed wishing machines, but that didn't mean they were unfettered.

Desires correspond to costs. Only by paying with expensive souls and converting them into weights that influence the balance can the devil realize the wishes corresponding to the value within the scope of this influence.

Everyone can see at this moment that Boluogo does not intend to pay for his soul, but only uses his help to Asmodeus in exchange for a priceless wish.

It's more of a robbery than a blackmail.

"You are much more interesting than I thought, Boluogo," Beelzebub smiled and looked at Boluogo with a slightly fanatical look. "I always thought you were a boring guy. If you had shown this earlier, A little later, maybe our meeting will be earlier.”

Asmodeus' eyes repeatedly turned back and forth between Beelzebub and Boluogo. As a devil, it was a great shame and humiliation for her to be threatened by a human. If it had been anyone else, Asmodeus would have killed him in anger. , and continued to fight Beelzebub, but Boluogo was different.

Bologo is the only glorious person left in this battlefield. At the same time, he is also the chosen one of Leviathan and the undead. Bologo does not have the ability to kill the devil, but he definitely has the power to influence the situation of the battle.

Just as Asmode was hesitating, Beelzebub suddenly said, "Bologo, do you want to make a deal with me? I will give you a good price."

Boluogo shook his head, "This is not good, I am already a debtor."

"But you still have a certain soul."

"what you up to?"

"I want to know Leviathan's plans."

The Asmodeus in front of her was no match for Beelzebub. Her real enemy was Leviathan.

Boluogo declined, "But I am still Leviathan's chosen one."

"It doesn't matter," Beelzebub slowly descended from the sky, with dense bloodshot eyes all over his body, "Betrayal is always an essential melody among our blood relatives."

Beelzebub arrived in front of Boluogo, bloodshot threads spilled out from all directions, like silk, almost completely surrounding Boluogo. As long as it was tightened slightly, Boluogo would be entangled into a pupa.

"I can feel it. We were enemies just a moment ago, and we are allies the next second," Bologg said, looking at Asmode again, and said disdainfully, "I was afraid of survival before, but when I saw the opportunity, I felt like I was smelling it." Like a bloody shark, it bites like crazy."

Boluogo closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly, "To be honest, you devils really disappoint me."

"how?"

"I thought you would be a kind of villain with grand goals, but in the end, you are just a beast driven by desire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the suspended sword blade in the air suddenly shattered and turned into countless sharp blades. They shone with cold light in the darkness, carrying cold murderous intent and spreading wildly forward like a violent storm.

Every sharp blade carries a sharp sound of wind, and every inch closer is a fatal swing of the sword. It is a suffocating violent force that seems to tear the world into pieces.

The blood threads wrapped around Bologo were as fragile as tissue paper. The blood threads broke one after another in the continuous explosions, like severed blood vessels, causing a wave of blood.

The sharp blades formed a dense barrage, like a dense net, covering the entire space, pushing forward rapidly, drawing sad and beautiful arcs.

The sharp whistling sound is heart-stopping.

In an instant, not only the dense blood threads were cut off, but also Beelzebub, who was standing in front of Boluogo, was riddled with holes. His precise body was cut and penetrated by sharp blades, and large areas of flesh and blood were cut into pieces. crumbs.

The air was filled with the sound of the collision of blood and metal, and the bloody fabric that originally covered Beelzebub's body was also completely destroyed in the cutting. It was like a red dress that had been torn with force, and was cruelly torn apart. There was blood all over the ground.

Boluogo stepped forward. His chances of winning were slim, and Beelzebub's arrogance was one of them.

The saw-axe bit into Boluogo's flesh and made a harsh roar like an engine. The saw teeth intertwined with each other and chopped off the head of the blurry figure in the blood.

A scarred arm caught the saw axe, and no matter how hard Boluogo tried, he could not shake it even half an inch.

Beelzebub's figure quickly appeared in the blood, and those fatal penetrating wounds healed in a few breaths, as if all Bologo's attacks were in vain.

The plain white body was displayed in front of him, naked. Strangely, there was no anger in Beelzebub's eyes when he looked at Boluogo, but an indescribable, demonic ecstasy.

The two of them collided uncontrollably like lovers reunited after a long separation, embracing and rolling in each other's arms intimately.

In the end, Boluogo and Beelzebub fell to the ground together, as if they were kissing or biting.

Bologo was pinned under Beelzebub. He went crazy and stabbed Beelzebub repeatedly, turning Beelzebub's abdomen into mud. The turbid blood flowed endlessly, but Beelzebub didn't feel any pain. He held Boluogo's head tightly with both hands and tore off large pieces of flesh and blood from Boluogo's face.

In severe pain, half of Boluogo's face was torn off by Beelzebub, and his eyelids were also pulled open. The entire eyeball was completely exposed to the air, and the edges of the pupil were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Beelzebub tasted Bologo's flesh and blood. With a horrifying smile, she touched Bologg's chest. Her slender nails were like sharp knives, shaving Bologg's chest until it was full of bones, and his ribs were all bloody. The cage was exposed, and his bloodthirsty eyes locked on Bologo's heaving heart, which would be the most delicious piece of meat on Bologo's body.

"thanks for treatment."

As Beelzebub spoke, she cut open the bone plate and put her hand into the soft flesh. She held Boluogo's heart tightly.

Just as Beelzebub was about to take out Boluogo's heart, suddenly, the piercing sound of the engine sounded again, and became louder and more intense.

Bone-piercing pain came from his hands. He lowered his head. One after another, jagged sharp blades sprouted from Bolog's flesh. They were like interlocking teeth, tightly confining Beelzebub's hand. .

A sharp blade passed through, cutting off Beelzebub's arm, and then Bologo's chest seemed to become the mouth of another monster, chewing and swallowing Beelzebub's flesh and blood bit by bit.

"Don't you like eating very much?"

Bologo's flesh and blood were completely grown together with the saw axe, and his broken body entered a weaponized state. Under the mighty power of the Glorious One, it penetrated and tore Beelzebub's body like a towering spear.

Smashing his fist on the ground, Borogo stood up and slashed with fragments of ax and sword blades. Beelzebub was cut apart like a broken bag and thrown to the other end of the battlefield.

Beelzebub stood up with difficulty. She felt her stomach squirming strangely. The flesh and blood she had swallowed gained new power and turned into sharp blades to crush her body from the inside.

This trick worked for others, but for Beelzebub, it was too weak. She didn't even need to suppress it deliberately. The flesh and blood in her body stirred for a second or two before being digested into nutrients by her hungry stomach.

Looking at Boluogo again, he did not pursue him, but came to Asmod's side. Boluogo's move was very wise. Even if he activated the protection and sacrifice to kill, he still did not have the ability to defeat others. Xib's ability.

"To be honest, I'm really not interested in your protection."

Boluogo helped Asmodeus up and commented, "After all, I am really not a masochist, and I have enough protection."

Although protection can bring full power, it also has a corresponding price. The protection of rage and the protection of jealousy both make the user lose control. Bologg can accept this, but Aspen Maude's protection affects all aspects of life and will really turn Bologo into a madman.

Asmodeus asked warily, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"The price," Boluogo continued, "The price I ask for is not excessive. I just need some information."

With that said, Boluogo dropped the fully opened saw-axe on Asmod's neck.

"Tell me what the hell you are doing at the Ridge of the Mountains, and how to kill you completely."

Boluogo's goal was only the first question. He felt that Asmode would not be able to answer the second question.

Asmodeus looked at Boluogo in great surprise. Her eyes seemed to be asking, "Is this all your wish?"

"Don't think of me as a despicable being like you," Bologo said sternly, "You don't have much time."

Asmodeus smiled coldly, and the black mist enveloping her lifted up her body. She didn't hide it, and said directly, "We are here for the corpse of the visitor from outer space."

Boluogo's expression froze, as if lightning struck his mind.

"As for the details..."

Asmodeus looked at the other end of the black mist, which was the direction of the Apex Palace.

"You can ask Leviathan yourself."

Outside the black mist, in the Apex Palace, Leviathan stood in the ruins. At his feet were many corpses, including those of the Gunshan Family and those of the Silent Ones.

Leviathan ignored these corpses and looked at the heavy fireworks ahead. Mammon stood alone in front of the fire, holding a giant-like shriveled corpse in front of her.

Mammon looked down at the giant's face, her expression full of sadness and pity, as if the Virgin was holding her dead child, but this scene was not sacred, on the contrary, it was extremely blasphemous.

Schools of pitch-black fish swam around Leviathan, and his voice was cold, like unmeltable ice.

"Give it to me."