Endless Debt

Hill.

King Solomon Hill.

The man who was supposed to have died in the fall of the Holy City decades ago appeared in front of the world again, like a carefully planned stage performance, shining at the climax of the plot.

Hill had an uncontrollable smile on his face and proudly opened his hands, as if enjoying the silent applause.

His eyes flickered over the blank faces, and like a stunning prank, Hill managed to fool everyone, both good and bad.

"How are you feeling at this time?"

Hill looked at Beelzebub and Mammon provocatively, and in turn mocked, "The devil who is so high up there sometimes falls in the hands of humans."

The deep smile echoed endlessly. Hill had been looking forward to this day for too long. For this moment, he paid an unimaginable price. At the same time, there were countless people who followed Hill and were willing to pay for his ethereal and almost impossible life. dedication to the cause.

From the moment the Holy City fell...

No, it goes much longer than that. As early as the day when Hill and Jealousy first met, and the day when the young Hill vowed to expel the devil, Hill has been taking steps towards his current future.

Every step is bloody, costly, and littered with bodies.

Beelzebub and Mammon were completely stunned on the spot, without any response to Hill's sarcasm. The scenes in their eyes were too horrifying. Even the devil needs a certain amount of time to understand and resolve the various mysteries of the past. Reconnecting with a terrible truth.

The expressions of Boluogo and others behind Hill were similar to the reaction of the devils now.

As if he had forgotten that he was on the battlefield, Boluoge stopped fighting, and even the resentment and unwillingness boiling in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Boluogo had some difficulty understanding what was happening in front of him. Like a bad suspense movie, twists and turns after twists and turns left the audience exhausted.

He turned his head stiffly and looked blankly at Xilin aside. Xilin's condition was not much better than that of Boluogo. Before, Xilin had vaguely guessed that Leviathan was the shadow behind the Bureau of Order. He was in awe. Nothing can be done.

But Xilin never expected that Leviathan's true identity was King Solomon Hill, the man who should have died long ago.

"It's...what a ghost..."

Xilin exclaimed in a low voice and clenched the secret sword in his hands with all his strength.

In this battlefield of real and fake, virtual and real, it seems that only the sword in his hand can give Xilin a sense of security.

Xilin originally thought that he was the source of the conspiracy, which started in the bloody night. Now it seems that he is just a part of it, and the truth of all this must be traced back even further...

In the past hundred years, every major event that has affected the world has his shadow behind it. He blew gently and turned into a storm raging in the world a hundred years later.

A complex smile appeared on Xilin's face. In the past, in the teachings of extraordinary forces, this shadow was often used to refer to the devils who control the world, but this time it refers to King Solomon Xi. you.

Xilin didn't know the final direction of the current situation, nor did he understand what King Solomon Hill's purpose was, but he knew that the devils were being tricked and deceived, and he saw that these noble beings also have such a side. , Xilin was gloating about his misfortune like never before.

Even Xilin's own fate is unknown.

"Ah...ah..."

Palmer looked here and there. Unlike Boluogo and Xilin who had many thoughts, his poor brain was almost cooked. Let alone thinking about problems, even speaking, he could only say these things. A monotonous, helpless voice.

This is in line with Palmer's character and logical approach.

The eerie silence lasted for a few more seconds, and then was completely shattered by the pure white sun rising from the ground.

Nethaniel detonated his secret power without warning, directly vaporizing the few speechless ones closest to him into a piece of powder.

In the dazzling light, complicated paths spread all over Nethanil's strong body. He controlled his power cautiously and carefully, releasing his power to the maximum within the scope of the soul scar's influence.

The scattered heat detonated the battlefield, and Boluogo and Xilin fought hard again. Even Palmer, who was slow to react, threw the storm feather. The dagger split into dozens of daggers and swept across the duel field like a steel hurricane. .

In the expanding light group, Nathaniel asked Albert, "Is this the truth you call, the so-called witness?"

"Why, are you satisfied?"

Albert elegantly wiped his saber with his cuffs. While wiping away the blood, several speechless people fell beside him. Their bodies were all intact, and the only wound was the slender wound at the throat. , almost invisible blood stains.

Nathaniel's expression became complicated, his eyes evading, as if he was engaged in some kind of fierce battle.

He said, "Not enough... not enough!"

Nethanil's power was operating efficiently, and the output ether faintly touched the upper limit of the alchemy matrix, and tiny cracks spread from the edge of the soul scar.

While his power was expanding, Nathaniel also recalled the history of the Bureau of Order, countless employees who died in the line of duty, and the thrilling battles...

Nathaniel said unwillingly, "If you have been planning for so long, just being on par with the devils... is not enough, it is far from enough!"

Albert jumped a few steps back lightly, avoiding the scope of Nathaniel's crazy sun.

He said, "Don't be impatient, Nathaniel, you haven't witnessed the end yet, have you?"

The saber swung up quickly, and Albert's ether was not abused at all. Every strand was used to the limit. Then, the complete heads fell to the ground one by one. The expressions of the Silent People were calm, just like they had never died before they died. Didn't feel the slightest pain.

"I have been waiting for this day for decades, and all mankind has been waiting for thousands of years."

Albert chopped off the head of the speechless man in front of him, as if the section was smooth and clear, like a medical model used in class.

"You are a lucky guy. As long as you wait patiently for a while, you can get a glimpse of the ending of everything."

Albert seemed to have a mysophobia. After killing an enemy, he would subconsciously wipe the blade. He always had a signature smile on his face, making it difficult to tell whether he was giving a friendly gesture or a friendly gesture. View everyone with contempt.

He is an elegant being with a classical style, just like the Albert Alfredo that Nathaniel once knew and was written into the history books.

Albert lived in a special era, which was the transition between the old era and the new era. The singing of poets was replaced by printing. The lords were escorted out of the strict castles and hanged on the gallows in the square. The armored knights charged across the field and were shot to pieces by machine guns.

It was a turbulent era, and Albert grew up in such an era. He had the pedantic etiquette of the old era, but also had various ideas of the new era.

“It’s been a long time since I felt like this.”

Albert's smile grew even louder, and he slashed a few times with precision, cutting the speechless man in front of him, who was entangled with bloodshot threads, into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, several more speechless people fell heavily to the ground. Albert still had the same relaxed and comfortable posture, but it was also clearly noticeable that his breathing was somewhat disordered.

"How are you?"

Nathaniel asked while approaching Albert. At this time, he had stopped the indiscriminate daytime bombardment, and instead used the high temperature with his fists to burn out those who were in the way.

"It's okay, it's just that I haven't exercised for a long time, and I'm still a little unaccustomed to it."

Albert's smile became a little bitter. Although he was the first-generation director of the Bureau of Order, in today's era, Albert's secret power still seems a bit outdated.

Fortunately, Albert's rich combat experience will not fade due to the changes of the times. He is still the presence that made enemies fearful.

With the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the enemy fell apart!

"So...are you an immortal?"

Nethaniel grabbed the head of a speechless man and burned his head directly into a ball of broken ashes. The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground and was wrapped in layers of seeping flesh.

"Immortal?" Albert shook his head and responded, "Unfortunately, I am not immortal yet."

Nathaniel didn't understand, "Then how did you survive until now?"

Albert's lifespan has obviously reached the limit of the Glorious One. Logically speaking, he should be like Mamo, relying on a bunch of complicated machines to survive, but now, he is killing the enemy heroically on this battlefield, walking as fast as flying.

"Rely on the power of the evil in this world, one among all."

Albert said, looking back at the behemoth at the edge of the Pillar of King's Power.

While Nethanil and the others were fighting in the duel field, the battle between tens of thousands of people also continued. The huge body repeatedly hit the pillar of royal power, calling out the high-pitched ether, twisting dense thunderstorms, and surrounding the building. The surface roared past.

Countless flesh and blood shattered and fell, while countless flesh sprouts broke out of the ground.

After the transformation of the kingdom of jelly, the Pillar of Royal Power has now turned into a living giant. In order to further contain the kingdom of jelly and prevent the King of Terror from completing the coronation ceremony, thousands of people continued to attack the Pillar of King Power. Launch an attack.

While the One of Ten Thousands peeled off a large piece of flesh and blood, it itself was also covered with heavy parasitic tumors. The evil flesh and blood took root on its surface and wriggled violently deeper into the body.

The two behemoths started fighting each other in such a primitive and brutal way, causing constant vibrations and sweeping into the duel field, which only made people feel like the earth was shaking.

"The One of Ten Thousands itself does not have any strong combat capabilities, but just like the Throat of the Abyss can open winding cracks at will, it also has extremely important strategic capabilities."

Albert explains, "That's storage and replication."

Nathaniel looked at Albert suspiciously, repeating the name of the One in His Mouth, trying to guess some truth from this name.

"One of Ten Thousands can perfectly copy our consciousness, personality, and logical methods, and integrate this huge cluster of consciousness. It can be said that it is definitely the smartest one among the evils in this world."

Albert held the knife in both hands, turned around and slashed horizontally, sweeping down a large number of figures.

Looking out of the corner of his eyes above the crowd, he saw the figures of the past Directors of the Order Bureau still standing there, standing together with the golden sculptures.

"As for storage, it's even simpler. It's like a black box that can freeze everything. As long as you put it in the box, the changes in everything will be suspended, even time."

Naisaniel suddenly thought of his lover, the current director of the Executive Bureau. Before this, she also maintained a weak vitality in the body of the One in the Thousand in this way. As for now, she should have been transferred to the consciousness cluster of Freya and others, and did not exist on this battlefield.

Thinking of this, Naisaniel felt a sense of relief inexplicably.

He then asked, "So you hid in the One in the Thousand and lived in this way until now?"

"Almost," Albert sighed, "but this method can't deceive the god of death."

Albert showed his arm and showed it to Naisaniel from a distance. He saw that his entire arm quickly aged, his skin was shriveled, and his muscles were atrophied, like a dusty mummy.

"Is there any immortality without a price in this world? As long as I leave the One Among the Many, my still time will return faster until I return to the One Among the Many again."

Albert pierced the heart of a Speechless with a knife, frowned, gripped the handle of the knife, rotated the blade, and pulled it out of the chest of the Speechless, causing a bloody flower.

At this time, Albert had gradually felt the difficulty of fighting. This was not because of his own old age, but because of the continuous slashing, the number of Speechless people decreased sharply, and the strength of their own ether rose steadily.

"Don't you think this is interesting and in line with the so-called 'jealousy'?"

Albert walked forward calmly, aiming at the King of Terror on the throne, "As long as you belong to it for a second, you will never escape in this life."

The ether lazily swung from Albert's body, his steps became faster and faster, and his slashing became more and more sharp.

Nathaniel could feel that Albert was like an old engine. He had finished the initial warm-up and was burning fiercely and running wildly.

But no matter what, Albert was always an old engine. The more he burned, the closer he was to destruction.

Nathaniel shook his head blankly, "I still don't understand a lot of things."

"Then find a way to survive," Albert cheered again, "witness to the end!"

It seemed that all the ether between heaven and earth gathered here, and all kinds of supernatural phenomena continued. Even the extremely dangerous ether vortex points were generated out of thin air in just a few minutes.

The storm was gathering here, rolling up dark clouds, covering the originally bright moonlight again.

After Bologo and Xilin killed the last speechless person around them, the road between them and the devil was finally unblocked and there was no more obstacles.

Under the throne in front, Hill was confronting Beelzebub and Mammon. With the surge of power, scarlet runes emerged from behind Hill. They were arranged in sequence, like an unfolding corona, emitting scarlet light, polluting and distorting the reality around them.

"How is this possible?"

Beelzebub's voice was pale. Until this moment, she still couldn't understand this complicated situation.

Four scarlet runes shone brightly, blood-colored lightning was wrapped around them, the devil's crazy intentions mixed with the ether and stirred endlessly, and a bunch of thin and tortuous electric currents swept through the surrounding air. The ashes they touched were not burned red or ignited, but completely annihilated and disappeared.

Jealousy, rage, arrogance, laziness...

Hill was like the embodiment of the world's sins. His power and sins were so heavy that every step he took, the ground under his feet would fall apart.

Mammon took a deep breath, trying to maintain his proud attitude, and stared at the approaching Hill with a gloomy look, trying to glimpse a trace of truth from his surging power.

"How did you do it?" Mammon murmured to himself, "Even if you have gained the power of jealousy, you should become like us under the influence of original sin."

As early as the moment Mammon became a devil, he realized such a cruel and desperate truth.

The devil is a slave, a slave of power.

The moment they made a deal with the aliens and the moment they became devils, their self-consciousness was influenced by original sin and went to endless darkness.

It feels like comparing the current self with the childhood self. It is indeed myself, but in terms of world view, cognitive mode, etc., the two are very different.

It is a helpless and powerless shackle. You know that you are no longer yourself, but you don’t know how to change, and you don’t even have the intention to change.

Even if you mobilize all your energy and try to redeem it all, the moment you take action, you can't help but doubt...

Doing this is a betrayal of your current self?

The devils are such a complex group of beings, enjoying power, but bound by power.

After years of research on the bodies of aliens, Mammon knows very well that when a devil wins the dispute, obtains all authority and original sin, and becomes the head of all evil, he still will not gain true freedom, but will become another... alien under the distortion of power.

The alien is the original sin, the beginning of all desires.

As for Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor and other devils, they died as early as the day they made the deal. Now those who survive and continue are just given personalized desires.

Personalized desires...

Mammen sneered helplessly and looked at Hill with desolate eyes, "From beginning to end, we have been living in this sinful cycle with no way out, and how did you break all this?"

After thinking about all this, Mammon was no longer hostile to Hill. On the contrary, he regarded Hill as a new hope, a possibility that could free him from the influence of original sin.

Mammon's eyes were extremely hot, but soon, it went out again, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"It turns out to be a bet."

Mammon said softly that he had already seen the essence of Hill. He was able to possess the power of the devil and was not affected by original sin simply because he made a bet with real jealousy.

It is unclear what the specific content of the bet is, but through this method, Hill obtained the current form, located in the gap between the two.

"You look disappointed," Hill said.

Mammon replied coldly, "I am indeed disappointed. Even if you win, my true blood relative will still take everything away from you, and humanity will still be completely defeated."

"But before that, you will lose completely."

"So?" Mammon spread out her hands indifferently, "You try so hard, but in the end nothing changes."

Hill fell silent. After a moment, he hit the ground hard with his scepter again. Once the collision occurred, the reality was shaking violently, causing certain distortion and displacement.

"Can't I win that bet?"

Listening to Hill's confident tone, Mammen was amused, "You are really a complete gambler."

Scarlet flashes surrounded Mammon, surging and bursting out. The bloody runes symbolizing Mammon's original sin slowly rose up, like a red sun, reflecting the surroundings into a tragic bright red.

Seeing Mammon releasing its power, Beelzebub on the throne also silently unfolded his evil face, two scarlet runes emerged, and thunder intertwined.

"Four versus three, it looks like I have an advantage."

Hill said, holding the scepter with both hands and slamming it to the ground.

In an instant, the cracks in the etheric realm collapsed under the feet of the three devils. They did not make any resistance and allowed themselves to fall into the etheric realm, surrounded by blue and boundless blue.

At the same moment when they fell into the etheric realm, the devils showed their true forms one after another. There are many constraints on them in the material world, and only in the etheric world can they let go.

The three powerful devils just disappeared on the Pillar of King Power, and their battle continued in the etheric realm. Boluogo and Xilin looked at each other, and another violent shock hit them.

The One of All is still fighting against the living Pillar of Royal Power. The thick branches of flesh and blood have firmly bound the huge One of All. The One of All has also repeatedly stirred up the powerful ether, continuing to peel off the Pillar of Royal Power. of flesh and blood, consuming it round and round.

Beneath the Pillar of Kingly Power, the influence of the Decaying Plague continues. They sicken the entire kingdom and prevent the coronation ceremony of the King of Terror. When Hill reveals his true form, the etheric realm guided by Hill overlaps, and the Taken at the base of the Pillar of Throne.

A huge blue crack cuts off the entire scarlet land. From the top of the Pillar of Royal Power, it looks like a big crack in the Oath City Opos. It is like a huge mouth that bites the King Power. The root of the pillar, gradually incorporating it into the etheric realm.

The roaring wind and snow are spreading in all directions, like the arrival of winter, and the pale color is rapidly spreading to the surroundings. According to this progress, in a while, the entire Pillar of Royal Power will fall into the ethereal realm.

When the Pillar of King Power is completely submerged into the etheric realm, the King of Terror, together with the core heart deep in the Pillar of King Power, will be isolated in another world, and the connection with the Kingdom of Slurry will be completely cut off.

From then on, the supreme crown will fall from the head of the King of Terror, and he will lose his absolute divinity and become a mortal who can be slaughtered at will.

"So you two figured out what's going on?"

Palmer's voice suddenly sounded from behind Boluogo and Xilin, and then he appeared out of nowhere, looking suspicious.

Xilin hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know... I felt like I was betrayed just now, but now it seems like the betrayal has come back."

After saying this, Xilin felt a logical error in his words. Normally, this kind of thing would not happen to him.

"Then do you know what to do now?"

Palmer turned to look at Burlogo, his eyes full of hope, hoping that someone could help him understand the current situation.

Boluogo rubbed his sword and ax against each other, making a loud resounding sound.

"I don't know what's going on," Boluogo said, walking towards the throne, "But I know that I am going to go on a killing spree!"

The resentful bite slashed out a streak of fire, and the bursting fire burned away the black stone throne.