Endless Debt

For Aimu, this was definitely the worst day in her short life.

First, TEDA suddenly revealed the key and chose to participate in the auction of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. Aimu didn't know the details of these events, but he could tell from the reactions of Boluogo and TEDA that this was a bad thing and would even make them Become hostile.

In order to persuade the teacher to return, Aimu and Boluogo came here together, and then they witnessed the beginning of this madness.

After releasing the harmonious body and coexisting with Boluogo, Aimu felt like he was watching a movie.

Yes, movies.

A bloody, violent, first-person perspective movie.

This should be the most realistic movie in the world, you can even feel the emotions of the protagonist in the movie.

Aimu saw with his own eyes that he had smashed heads one after another, and split the twisted flesh with his sword. In scarlet ecstasy, he pressed the switch and detonated the pre-planted bomb like a terrorist.

Done in one go.

Judging from Boluogo's feedback, this guy had no hesitation at all, he was decisive and fierce.

Is this the real Bologna?

Aimu felt that he had re-understood Boluogo, and also re-understood what his so-called field clerk's job was, and... this world.

This crazy and disordered world.

Aimu was so well protected by TEDA that he knew nothing about the darkness of this world. Now Boluogo did not hide it and cruelly tore it all to her, witnessing all the bloody things.

"Are you afraid?" Boluogo suddenly asked.

"I……"

"This is inevitable. You need to hold a sharp sword in your hand to reason with others," Boluogo enlightened Aimu. "Only with a sharp sword in your hand can you prevent things you don't want to see. "

"If we let all this go, will something bad happen?" Aimu asked.

"Huh? I'm really not sure about this," Boluogo looked at the collapsed buildings around him and the growing carpet of flesh and blood, "but it looks like this."

The emotions that Aimu had finally brewed were completely wiped out by Boluogo's damn tone.

"But... it has nothing to do with the current matter. Sometimes you have to know a truth, Aimu."

Boluogo suddenly spoke seriously again. He understood that Aimu knew nothing about the cold laws of this world.

Even if she knew something about it in the book, it was just an illusory story in the book. She had never truly entered hell, even now.

She just hid under Boluogo's body, and Aimu never really faced all this.

Boluogo does not believe that there is any absolutely perfect protection in this world, even for Aimu. Sooner or later in the future, she will have to face this.

"Praying can't buy you mercy. Whatever you want, you have to get it with your own hands."

Borogo's voice was stern.

"Destiny is only in your own hands."

Aimu was slightly absent-minded, and she asked, "Can people decide their own destiny?"

"I don't know." Boluogo said simply.

"ah?"

These ups and downs of words made Aimu confused, but he continued, "But letting fate play its tricks, and resisting but still being played with, are two different things."

"Isn't the ending the same?"

"But the process is different," Bologo retorted, "Just like everyone will die, so why not die early? They will die anyway."

"You won't die."

"That makes me an exception."

The conversation between the two fell silent, but during the conversation, Boluogo did not stop fighting. This guy fully assumed the role of a terrorist and fought against the flesh and blood monsters around him.

Aimu suddenly laughed. In this fatal situation, the two of them were still discussing such a serious issue. It was a bit ridiculous no matter how you thought about it.

"Why are you saying this suddenly?" Aimu asked confused.

"Onboarding."

"Induction training?"

Hearing Amu's doubts, Boluogo became even more confused. He said, "Didn't you agree to join the Field Service Department?"

Aimu was stunned. Damn it, this lunatic is serious!

…

The roaring explosion raised the chaos at the scene to a new climax. Everyone was red-eyed, hitting each other hard, or running away in panic.

Among the collapsing boulders, Latis also put away his calmness and quickly climbed onto the high platform. He wanted to embrace the Immortal Heart in his arms, but when he was about to get close to the Immortal Heart, he was like As if he suddenly woke up, he suppressed the enthusiasm in his heart, swallowed his saliva and called out.

"Protect the sacred objects!"

The scattered cultists leaned towards the high platform one after another. As for the knights, they were obviously unable to obey orders and just followed their instincts to attack nearby living creatures.

Large chunks of flesh and blood were spread on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, most of the venue was covered with a sticky carpet of fungus. Some condensers created blazing fireworks, but the flames could not burn away the flesh and blood at all. They regenerate quickly, shedding their dark scorched shells and growing into tougher scarlet branches.

"Ignore those rotten roots!" Latis shouted.

The knight is just the container that binds them. Once the container is damaged, these rotten roots will grow wildly like plants, absorbing all available nutrients nearby.

These ghosts are flesh and blood creations researched by the Orangutan Sect. Under the insatiable hunger of the Orangutan Mistress, these creations that contain the power of the Scarlet Mistress also have the same desire for gluttony, even if they are protected believers. They will also be eaten by them if they get too close to them.

If any one falls on the ground, it will cause a disaster of flesh and blood, and today Latis has released a large number of rotten roots.

These creations are full of danger, but they are also extremely precious. If it were not for the purpose of regaining the Immortal Heart, Latis would not have paid such a high price.

The most important thing is that without these corrupt roots, with his current strength, he really has no confidence in regaining the Immortal Heart.

There are not only enemies like the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce here, but also guests who have desires for the Immortal Heart, as well as the rulers of this land and the Bureau of Order.

Now that the Orangutan Sect has taken control of the scene, it does not mean that they have won. The Bureau of Order has not yet entered the scene, and no one knows how these guys will appear.

A cultist came over and without hesitation, used a dagger to cut open his abdomen. His internal organs were spilled all over the floor, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he stretched out his hand to grab the Immortal Heart and stuff it into him. into the abdominal wound.

Latis knows the power of the Immortal Heart better than anyone else, and also knows how weird this thing is. If you want to transport it safely, you must carry out various protective seals. Now they obviously have no time to do this, so they have to use flesh and blood. body to transport it.

This could only temporarily calm it down, but it was enough for Latis.

"Construct the Blood Gate!"

Latis ordered again.

Another group of cultists brought a large amount of flesh and blood, and piled the broken limbs and internal organs into a door-like shape.

The entire venue was hidden among rocks and soil, and Latis found its specific location by resonating with the Immortal Heart.

It was easy to come, but it became difficult to leave. After all, this place is in a great rift, and unknown forces bind this land, making the Key of the Winding Path impossible to use. Only the power of the devil can barely break the rules.

The tyrant obviously would not be so kind as to open the door for them, so they could only call for the gluttonous being.

Still staying at the venue... No, the Sublime Ones in the Colosseum are all tired of dealing with the growing roots of corruption. Latis does not hide his power as a power bearer, and the Aether is lingering beside him. , warning everyone with bad intentions.

For this reason, the operation of the Orangutan Sect has been unexpectedly smooth, and no one has interfered until now. But what no one noticed is that the previously dead host slowly got up, and the headless body was looking around, and finally found it. His head was found among a mass of carrion.

"Everyone!"

A harsh sound rang out, drowning out all the noise, and with it came a power that could not be refused.

Everyone stopped moving, even the crazy flesh and blood froze, and everyone's eyes fell on the source of the sound.

The headless corpse held its head high, and the voice came from under the golden mask of the head.

"How do you show your devotion to a god?"

The voice asked, then answered himself.

"Penance, abstinence, prayer day after day, inflicting pain on oneself constantly to prove one's piety."

Everyone listened, was forced to listen.

"I don't need that kind of piety, I don't want your pain, I don't need your dedication, all I need is value.

Demonstrate your worth.

Give me and my land your worth. "

The sound was like a storm, passing through everyone. It not only echoed in the Colosseum, but also echoed in the entire space, every inch of land that the Void Realm could cover.

“Accordingly, I will also send down My protection, and the most valuable people will get the fruits of their dreams...

fulfill his wish. "

The words stopped, and the headless corpse lost all its power and fell down. The power disappeared, and it was really dead.

Everyone was silent. It was strange. They didn't need to think about the content of the words, whether they were true or false. The moment they listened, they could confirm the authenticity of it all and the promise of the voice.

What broke the silence was a harsh whistle, and then a sharp iron spear spanned a long distance and accurately hit the unfinished blood gate, destroying the severed limbs and flesh into countless fragments.

At the end of the trajectory, Boluogo slowly retracted the spear-throwing hand and carefully stared at the texture on the palm. In addition to himself and Amu's alchemical matrix, another layer of blue arc light was looming on it at this moment.

Borogo affirmed something, and others affirmed the same thing.

At this point, everyone believed what the voice said.

…Shelter has come.

"Tyrant!"

Tiras roared angrily. He knew who the voice was and what he was going to do, but he couldn't figure out why the tyrant would intervene in all this.

The power of the tyrant should be limited, and he cannot directly interfere with this world, but just like the Scarlet Matron can use sacrifices to release blessings for believers, the tyrant also has his privileges, and this privilege only belongs to this land. land.

This is a land where wishes come true.