Endless Debt

The glow of the ether is like a torrent of light. The scorching bright light takes away everyone's vision in an instant. Like the blazing sun rising from the ground, the light shines on the dark night. This strange phenomenon can be observed several kilometers away. .

In order to rescue Blau, this was Ferguson's full blow, pouring all his ether and the most deadly alchemical warhead.

The two have been partners for many years, and have also encountered situations where their opponents have found Blau's true form, but this also means that Ferguson can shoot his opponents at close range through the shadow door.

Opportunities and dangers coexist.

Ferguson stared at the glowing shadow door in front of him, and the twisted pain gradually turned into pleasure, and then the pleasure was swallowed up by emptiness, turning into endless ether to fill himself.

Blessing and protection, evil and chaos are the only pleasures.

The blessing from the Collector can convert all the strong emotions of the contractor into ether, and among all human emotions, pain is undoubtedly the easiest to obtain, just cut yourself.

Ferguson's expression was trembling, and the skin of his entire arm was peeled off, revealing the scarlet muscle tissue, but this was not the end. He pressed the exposed wound tightly against the rough clothes and slowly moved his arm.

This action was like sandpaper polishing flesh and blood. Ferguson took deep breaths repeatedly and his face turned pale. Fortunately, the pain did not last long, and the pain was gradually turning into pleasure.

Ferguson sometimes wondered whether this was a mercy from the collector or a curse.

After triggering the protection multiple times, an indescribable pleasure will be produced in the intense pain. Even every time the pain arises, there will be a powerful pleasure that soothes the nerves like a tranquilizer.

But the price is that this kind of pleasure will not last long. As the number of times the protection is triggered increases, her own threshold continues to increase. Simple pain can no longer obtain enough ether from the collector, and she needs stronger emotions. , more acute pain.

The pleasure subsides gradually and quickly, and the pleasure becomes weaker, gradually being swallowed up by the emptiness in the heart, and this emptiness will even spread to the contractor's normal state.

From the devil's trick, fate's ridicule.

The greedy will never be satisfied, the hungry will never be fed, and the angry will never have peace.

Those who enjoy pleasure are never satisfied.

Thinking of this, Ferguson would cry sadly in the past, but now he can't feel the sadness at all. Compared with the pain, such emotions are too weak.

Picking up the alchemy potion, Ferguson injected it into his arm to speed up the healing of his injury.

It's a rolling stone that can't be stopped, a curse that has haunted Ferguson's soul from the first time he asked for power from the Collector.

Ferguson was addicted to fighting, hunting one target after another. It was not that he loved killing, but that only when he was stained with blood could he feel the beating of his heart and the surge of emotions.

In his daily state, Ferguson has lost most of his emotions. He can't feel anything. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy are already an unfamiliar vocabulary to him.

Only when he plays with Death can Ferguson feel truly alive. In order to defeat Death, he demands the power of the Collector again and again, falling into a cycle of sorrow.

At least Ferguson wasn't completely numb yet, and his mind was still fluctuating.

Ferguson has seen those truly pathetic souls who sacrificed all their emotions. Even if their bodies were filled with sharp rivets and placed in a hot oil pan, they still could not feel a single feeling, leaving only a maddening emptiness. eternal.

There are many such insensitive people in the Zongge Band. In order to please the collector, they are real madmen and do anything. They chase the collector's will in exchange for weak joy, or they may die on the road and enjoy eternal peace. .

Death, what a kind word.

"ha……"

Ferguson's pupils were bloodshot. The alchemy potion contained not only ingredients to heal flesh and blood, but also some neurotoxins mixed with it. When injected into the body, it would stimulate the nerves and cause pain like a knife.

Then comes the glow of strength.

After simple processing, Ferguson's ether returned to its peak, and he pulled out six sharp sword blades from his waist. The shapes of these sword blades were weird. They only had sword bodies, but no hilts and no grip design.

Driven by Ferguson's secret energy, six sword blades floated around him. Yes, these sword blades did not need to be held.

As the pleasure subsided and the pain became numb, Ferguson's expression turned grim. His heart was filled with nothingness, as if a pit swallowing everything had collapsed, trying to drag everything in his mind into the endless darkness.

The collector's power is like an addictive medicine. The more painful, the happier, the stronger, and the more sinking...

"Don't lose, Blau."

Ferguson murmured, staring closely at the tiny squirming shadow door in front of him, waiting for the moment it opened completely. Ferguson was ready to fight to the death in order to escape the torture of emptiness.

…

Boluogo admitted that Ferguson and Blau had indeed been partners who had fought together for many years, and their secret energy cooperation was even better than that between himself and the unlucky guy Palmer.

Then Bologo began to think about whether there was any so-called cooperation between himself and Palmer.

When Bologo was about to seriously injure Blau, Blau's tiny shadow door had an effect. It was not enough to allow Ferguson to reach the battlefield, but it was enough to allow a deadly alchemical warhead to shuttle through.

Ferguson let the severe pain linger around him in exchange for the massive ether, and through the amplification of the Silent Fang, he added all of it to the alchemical warhead to shoot this fatal blow.

Even those who bear power will be penetrated by this blow in an instant and turn into a cold corpse.

There was not much time left for Boluogo to react. This alchemical warhead could be called a close-range fire. Before the torrent of bright light engulfed Boluogo, the snake scale fluid spread throughout his body.

This time Boluogo chose to seal himself up, shrouding himself in an iron coffin with layers of scales.

The alchemical warhead hit the scale armor, and the tidal wave of ether exploded and released. The violent torrent spread with the shock wave, shattering all materials along the way.

This was not a sniper kill, but more like a powerful bombardment.

Two Dark Eclipses stood in front of Blau, resisting the roaring ether. Blau was not on the direct impact surface, but the aftermath still tore his body... and then brought waves of ether filling. body.

As long as they are not killed, the Collector's contractors can draw a steady stream of ether from their pain.

In the brilliant stream of light, Blau laughed, even though his laughter was easily covered by the ear-splitting sound.

Blau knew that the Collector was watching this, and she liked movies like this, movies starring Bologna Lazarus.

As long as Bologo can be captured and presented to the Collector, he and Ferguson can take the never-ending train and reach the eternal paradise.

By then, Blau's heart will no longer be empty, and unimaginable satisfaction will fill his heart.

The flow of light gathered by the ether easily penetrated Boluogo's iron coffin. It advanced at high speed under the night, like fireworks released horizontally, reflecting on every inch of glass between the buildings.

The strong light reflected an aurora-like phenomenon in the night, and the howling wind followed closely behind. Wherever the light stream passed by, the furious hurricane easily swept up the debris on the street, and the broken glass turned into invisible blades. Cutting through the disturbed crowd, triggering a series of panic.

The streets were in chaos, with whistles, screams, lamentations, and countless sounds mixed together to join this crazy concert tonight.

The bright light in front of him dissipated. Just as Blau thought, the alchemical warhead penetrated the iron coffin shaped by Boluogo, and the blood spilled could be seen between the collapsed metal.

The ground cracked into pieces, and then collapsed. The collapsed masonry buried the broken iron coffin, and a huge pit sank in front of Blau. Looking along the pit, one could see the dim lower level.

"Win! Ferguson!"

Blau said happily. He added ether, and the young Dark Eclipse beast gradually grew up. The shadow door on its head gradually expanded, and Ferguson could barely see the appearance of Ferguson behind the door.

Ferguson raised the Silent Fang and loaded the tranquilizer bomb, "Don't let your guard down, he is undead."

The shadow door expanded to a size of tens of centimeters, barely enough for Ferguson to lean over half of his body. However, he did not do so. Instead, he waited for the shadow door to fully expand. Once he was attacked while passing through the shadow door, the split winding path would Cut his body in half.

Blau moved forward vigilantly, with Dark Eclipse beasts surrounding him. Among the ruins, he saw Boluogo's arm. He was pressed under the rubble, motionless.

Ferguson aimed at the arm through the shadow door, always ready to pull the trigger, while Blau ordered the Dark Eclipse beast and carefully looked forward.

But just when the Dark Erosion Beast came within a few meters of its arm, cracks covered Boluogo's arm, and then, like decayed sand, it collapsed into dust all over the sky.

In an instant, blue cauldron flames covered the ruins, and Blau was in a sea of ​​flames.

The scattered snake scale liquid was recruited, twisted and squirmed, and turned into sharp and slender silver needles. In the blink of an eye, the densely intertwined, several-meter-long silver needles penetrated the body of the Dark Eclipse Beast, and took the Dark Erosion Beast behind it. The Blau was also penetrated.

"The more painful it is, the stronger it becomes? What the hell kind of hobby."

A deep and evil voice sounded from behind Blau, and a pair of eyes like will-o'-the-wisps appeared, as if they were evil spirits from the world of the dead.

In a static state, Bologo was still very confident in his own etheric shielding. Ferguson's gunshot was indeed powerful and killed Bologg in one blow. But what they didn't understand was that their first death would often Resurrection in an extremely rapid manner.

The wound on the abdomen has healed, and the left arm that was severed to conceal his whereabouts has begun to resurrect at this moment. The pale bones are twisted out of thin air, and muscle tissue and blood are filled in one by one.

Swinging the heavy hand axe, the cold metal struck Blau's back ferociously. The emotion of fear was transformed into ether, further strengthening the Dark Eclipse beasts. But before they could launch their attack, Borogo roughly pulled out the hand axe. Then wave it down again.

Blau's eyes widened, and his vision fell into chaos. When the scene in front of him stabilized, he saw a headless corpse standing not far away. Behind the corpse, a green evil spirit moved toward The collapsed shadow door threw a hand ax, trying to chop Ferguson behind the shadow door.

Death comes suddenly and yet seems to be expected.

Blau's eyes were a little dull, and then he opened his mouth and laughed silently, thanking the God of Death for allowing him to break free from the endless emptiness.