Endless Debt

Belphegor picked up the drink, moistened his throat, and continued his evil speech.

"Boluogo, I like you. You are different from many people. When they see the devil, they seem to have a deep hatred. They cannot listen to what I say at all. They just want to leave quickly or give me a knife."

Belphegor smiled at Bologg, and now he had Irwin's face on his face, "You are different. You will listen to me carefully and think seriously about our relationship."

"Actually, I have always felt that humans have a great misunderstanding about devils..."

"You are just slaves of power," Boluogo said indifferently, "each of you are bound to the wishing machine."

"Yes, you can understand this way, no matter what kind of disaster we cause, the opportunity for it all to start, in the final analysis, is the desire of mankind."

Belphegor pursed his lips, "Look, it's not the devil but humans who are guilty... We just tampered with it a little bit."

Boluogo was silent. He was not good at debating, and he did not want to argue with the devil. You must know that the existence of these evil beings is inherently cunning and treacherous.

"Back to my differences with my blood relatives."

Belphegor coughed twice, sat up straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The pictures on the screen flew around, and the unbearable movie session began.

The roaring explosion echoed in the theater, and Boluogo felt as if a bomb exploded in front of him. The sound was deafening, and there was only an endless buzzing in his mind.

Scenes of war appeared on the screen, with fireworks and shells all over the sky, corpses piled up in mountains, and trenches soaked in blood. Everyone looked dejected, like mummies crawling out of a grave.

"Let's go, we can take a closer look."

Belphegor stood up as he spoke. At the same time, the picture on the screen began to extend. The burning scorched earth crossed the boundaries of the screen and actually invaded reality. Bologger barely had time to think, and the blood-soaked soil began to spread. It replaced the flat masonry and stood under his feet.

There was a pungent smell like sulfur in the air, mixed with rich blood. Boluogo stood up blankly, fatal stray bullets passed by him, and then the soldiers raised their bayonets and roared from him. He ran by, but before he could reach the enemy's position, he was shot into broken corpses by machine guns.

Belphegor breathed hard, swallowing the breath of death into his belly. He showed a satisfied look, and then said to Boluogo, "I like war movies."

Bologger stepped forward and stepped on the dry ground. He was sure that this was not some kind of hallucination. Under the influence of Belphegor's power, he had really stepped into his movie.

"Let's roughly understand it this way, the devil is the rancher, and humans are a group of sheep, and the soul is the wool produced by you."

Belphegor led Bologg to a high ground where he could overlook the entire battlefield. Accompanied by the loud sound of bugles, a group of cavalry faced the bombardment of artillery fire and broke up the opponent's defense line, waving their sabers and slashing. Soldiers were turned over one after another, but there were also many cavalrymen who fell in the rain of bullets and rolled together with their horses.

"I have a few more extreme blood relatives. To them, humans are just livestock that produce souls. In order to harvest souls as quickly as possible, they have carried out many violent acts in history."

Boluogo murmured, "The Empire of Eternal Night."

"Yes, he once talked to me about his great idea." Belphegor picked up the telescope and looked at the war in the distance. "He said that the territory of the empire will cover the entire continent, and the Night Clan will be the only ruler. By.

He felt that no human being could refuse the gift of eternal life. The only thing they had to pay was to hide in the night. Then there would be more and more immortal Night Clan, and they would become the cornerstone of the empire, working day and night...

Oh, by the way, there are also ordinary people. He will raise a group of ordinary people in captivity, just like livestock. They will continue to multiply, and then harvest part of the souls regularly, and cycle in turn to build the entire world into a huge soul harvester. machine. "

Belphegor laughed, "Efficiency comes first."

"Another of my blood relatives created another empire, and she has a plan called the Year of Troubles. She will continue to launch wars. Forced by death and desperation, human beings will always long for the gift of fate. , even if this gift comes from the devil, as long as someone is willing to reach out to them, even if it is a sharp knife, they will hold it firmly.

Death, plague, famine... suffering will make humans sacrifice their souls just for a moment of peace and food. "

Belphegor stopped smiling and shook his head, "As for their results, you have also seen that Yongye's empire was destroyed in the Dawn War, and the years of turmoil also ended with the fall of the Holy City.

Humanity was surprisingly good. It defeated the plots of my blood relatives twice in a row and curbed their power to a certain extent. This gave moderates like us a chance to win. "

"You must have played a role in this," Bologo said. "This is a dispute between devils. You will not allow one family to dominate."

The two examples Belphegor cited were disputes between devils, which Nathaniel had once told himself. Now Borogo got another angle of this story from the mouth of the devil.

"Yeah, so a moderate like me will choose to cooperate with humans."

"Moderates?"

"I am different from my extreme blood relatives. If they can, they are even willing to kill all humans and completely destroy human civilization. But I like human creations. Although the essence of us devils is to chase souls, I, still There is another group of blood relatives who are willing to pursue these insignificant things in addition to chasing souls."

Belphegor snapped his fingers again, and magnificent sculptures rose from the ground. Before Bologg could appreciate them, they were destroyed by artillery fire into debris all over the sky.

"Look, if they are allowed to harvest, these madmen will burn the books, destroy the movies, slit the throats of all the singers, break the hands of all the painters... Everything I love will be gone."

Burlogo didn't believe what Belphegor said, "Is this your disagreement? It's just a hobby."

"That's right?"

Belphegor continued, "This is related to the authority we hold. For example, another blood relative of mine, as long as there is war and death, he will gain a steady stream of strength, unlike me, who will have to suffer. run."

Different original sins have different authorities, and their needs are also different.

"Asmodeus is wavering. As a witch of pleasure, what she needs is strong human emotions. If it goes to the extreme, I can imagine a world where she will inflict endless suffering on the world and use herself to His protection as salvation.”

Belphegor just fantasized and couldn't help but shake his head, "Would you like that kind of world? Bolog, everyone's body is full of nails. If you have nothing to do, just pull them out to turn the pain into pleasure, and then Numbed by the onslaught of pleasure.”

Boluogo has come into contact with too many enemies of the Zongge Band. Just recalling the contradictory and twisted emotions makes Boluogo extremely disgusted.

"But my blood relative doesn't just like pain. It's just that pain is the easiest emotion to obtain. If possible, she also longs for that noble emotion."

"But that kind of emotion is not easy to come by, let alone for a devil," Borogo said.

"That's why I think she's ridiculous."

Belphegor laughed loudly, "I like humans. I am the devil who loves humans the most among my brothers and sisters. Asmodeus may have loved humans, but she can't have such noble emotions."

"It sounds really contradictory."

Boluogo recalled the devils and their followers he had come into contact with, "Gluttons are always hungry, greedy people are never satisfied, slothful people are always on the run... Lustful people are always numb."

"Is this fate's punishment for you devils?"

"maybe."