Endless Debt

Hill looked at the man. Thousands of thoughts rushed through his mind for a moment. As if he couldn't decide whether what he saw was reality or a dream, Hill stupidly stretched out his hand towards the fire, and the blazing fireworks burned in the palm of his hand. The intense pain caused Hill to wake up.

That's not a dream.

That night was not a dream, but an absolute reality. In that stormy night, the man really arrived, arriving in a way that Hill could not understand.

A visitor from a nightmare.

Hill wanted to say something, but there were too many words he wanted to say, and they were stuck in his throat. He could only make a meaningless whimper, like a wounded beast wailing, or like desperate people crying.

The intense sadness almost overwhelmed Hill's sanity. Everything he cherished and loved fell apart after the arrival of the man.

The silence between the two lasted for a long time, the man waiting patiently and enjoying it.

The man liked Hill's expression at this moment. The firelight reflected the undulations and contours of his facial muscles, which were full of intoxicating madness, as well as the emotions emanating from Hill's soul. They were as hot as this ball of fireworks. .

Pain, sadness, despair, hatred...

The man was satisfied with everything Hill showed. Even standing next to Hill and smelling the emotional breath would make him feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Oh my god..."

Hill let out a desperate cry, but then he looked at the man in front of him with hatred, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

How infuriating.

Hill clenched his fists, trying to smash that delicate and beautiful face, but he was still a child and too short. Even if he stretched out his hands, he could only barely reach the man's chest.

"You look angry," the man asked confused, "Did I do something wrong?"

"You...you caused this," Hill said.

"Me?" The man laughed, "I didn't do anything. At most, I just... gave you some suggestions."

"Don't you realize it yet? Hill, it's you who really make up your mind to do it. I just gave you a little push."

The man looked at Hill's hands and continued, "Just use these hands to strangle him with your own hands."

He deliberately leads Hill towards madness, "How does it feel to kill your father?"

Hill's eyes were filled with fire, hiding madness. Seeing this, the man laughed even louder.

"Actually, you are glad, Hill. You are glad that I am real, so that you can attribute your tragedy to me instead of blaming yourself."

Men are so good at this, it is really easy to induce a child's will to collapse.

For Hill, this is a time of despair, but for the man, this is just a leisurely and elegant way to pass the time during his long journey.

Men like to watch others go from sobriety to sinking, falling into hysterical madness due to the huge cognitive gap in reality.

"Yes, that's it. Human beings are like this. You made the decision yourself, but you don't have the courage to bear the consequences of the decision. In turn, you inflict hatred on me."

The man showed a troubled expression, "Do you have anything to say? Hill."

Hill was silent, and the flames burned peacefully.

The fires made crackling sounds from time to time. Under the cover of night, there were many such fires. The epidemic took away too many people's lives. Everyone set up fires one after another and threw in the corpses of the disease one after another. , like a primitive and crazy sacrificial ceremony.

The cold night wind was driven away, and the warm air blew over Hill's cheek. He was too close to the fire, and sparks splashed on his face from time to time, causing a heart-wrenching sting.

But this warmth disappeared with the arrival of the man. The silent cold wind passed by, and the blazing fireworks began to sway violently. The fire collapsed step by step, raising large amounts of ashes.

People walked past Hill and the man. They just thought that the night wind blew out the fire and put more wood into it. But no matter how they tried to save it, the fireworks were irreversibly extinguished.

The firelight dimmed little by little, and the man's face fell into darkness. Hill could not see his face clearly, but Hill knew that he was smiling, as if everyone was an idiot, a toy, A very contemptuous smile.

The man's laughter gradually became distorted and distorted, "Look, Hill, you can't find anything to refute what I said, can you?"

Hill stared straight into the darkness. The man was right. He was just giving advice. He was the one who really took action. When he thought of this fact, Hill felt a tearing pain, like It felt like his body was being torn in half.

"I...I'm going to kill you."

The sound filled the air from Hill's throat, like a mist full of poisonous resentment.

"There are many people who tried to kill me, but they all failed," the man said. "Do you think you will be the special one?"

Hill didn't respond, just stared at the man with an almost sick look. He couldn't listen to anything else. One thing the man said was right. During this time, Hill was almost overwhelmed by his own guilt.

The man's arrival seemed to bring the hope of hatred, freeing Hill from his own blame.

"Then we can make a bet."

The man stretched out his pale palm towards Hill, with dark capillaries all over the skin. What was wrapped under the black robe seemed to be a rotting corpse.

"Want to bet? Hill, just bet on whether you can kill me."

Hill clenched his fists. He wanted to accept the appointment. At the same time, the man in front of him changed. The thick darkness expanded from his body, carrying the roaring wind. They spread wantonly and blew out all the surrounding people. fire.

Darkness fell, swallowing up all the light.

“Make your decisions carefully.”

The man shouted, his voice rolling like thousands of thunder sounds exploding in Hill's ears.

Hill understood that men were absolutely extraordinary beings. He might be the evil demon in myths and stories, but he was just a child, an ordinary mortal. Could he really have the ability to kill men?

Could this bet be some kind of evil trap, leading him to a more miserable ending?

Hill thought quickly. The man said that all the decisions came from himself, but he also said that he gave himself a gentle push. That crucial little boost was like the first falling domino. Like this, Hill was led to a completely different fate.

Thinking rationally, Hill's best decision is to ignore the man's bet. As long as he refuses him, he will not fall into the trap, but...but can he really accept such an ending?

Put aside your anger and hatred?

How can this be!

Hill's eyes were red. Everything he cherished had been burned and destroyed in the fireworks. This was the only thing he had in the world.

"There's nothing to care about," Hill yelled, "Okay!"

Hill tried to grab the man's hand and conclude the bet, but just as his hands were within reach, a dazzling white light tore through the darkness.

Thunder several meters wide spanned the night sky and hit the man accurately, like an angry divine punishment. The bursting thunder light was surrounded by flying sparks. Hill only felt the oncoming impact, and then he was knocked over and fell into into the newly extinguished fire.

The hot embers burned Hill's body, and the burning pain made him shed tears. People screamed and screamed all around, and they fled in fear. At the same time, more lightning arrived, and a thunderstorm suddenly came. , vowing to crush all evil here.

In the rolling ashes, Hill could only curl up as much as possible. He mustered up the courage to look directly at the shining light. In his vision blurred by tears, he could see large bright spots.

In the chaotic thunder, the man's heavy black robe was torn to pieces, and his figure was extremely clear in the thunder. Above the sky, another figure wrapped in wind and thunder roared towards him.

It's like a battle between gods.

Each thunderbolt was enough to split the rocks, but when it landed on the man, it only triggered bursts of black mist. He couldn't feel the slightest pain, and instead laughed wildly.

Hill didn't know the outcome of the battle. Among the thousands of ejected arcs, one such slender one hit Hill. The burning pain was like a sword piercing through his chest. Hill immediately passed out and gradually died out. In his field of vision, he saw a figure wrapped in lightning, holding a light blade, and pierced the man's chest with a sword.

The man did not die. In the short time after the light blade hit, his figure began to disintegrate, and finally turned into sticky tar, dripping all over the ground, as if the evil and twisted liquid was his essential existence.

The hazy consciousness slowly condensed as time passed. When Hill woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day. Hill's expression was a little dazed and he became at a loss.

It took a few seconds for Hill to recall what happened last night. He touched his chest in horror, and his palm was stained with large amounts of blood, and he felt a sharp pain.

Hill coughed painfully and looked around. The familiar mountains and fields had become devastated. Big trees were overturned and burned, and their roots had broken through the soil, as if they had been pulled out by a huge force. Countless huge pits were spread across the earth. It was like intensive artillery fire plowing across the ground.

"you're awake?"

Another voice sounded next to Hill, and Hill nodded in response. He didn't expect that he could survive. Then he turned his head and saw the person standing next to him.

He was a young man, with a handsome face that was weathered, like a traveler who had come a long way, and his eyes were full of exhaustion.

Under the dark green shawl, there is silver-white mail, woven with gold threads interspersed at the corners of the clothes, extending to the cuffs, with a faint halo reflecting on the metal, flowing with a strange glow.

The young man asked, "You made a bet with him, didn't you?"

Hill hesitated and nodded. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable closeness to the young man in front of him. Hill answered all his questions.

"Yes, he...he made all of this."

Hill's voice couldn't stop shaking as he recalled that tragic memory, full of resentment and anger.

The young man seemed to know Hill's experience. He nodded, threw a potion, and then said, "Drink it. We still have a long way to go."

Hill was stunned, "We?"

"Aren't you ready to take revenge on him?" the young man asked, "I happen to be tracking him too. You have his bet and his umbilical cord on you. As long as you take me with you, you will meet him again sooner or later."

Hill was a little overwhelmed by what the young man said, and he nervously asked the question he wanted to know most.

"who is he?"

"You probably won't believe it."

Hill's voice rose, "Tell me!"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"The devil, he's a devil."

"devil……"

Hill was a little confused, and then the young man added again, "To be precise, he is a devil who has borrowed the body of the chosen one so that he can move freely in this world."

"Now that his power is sealed in a mortal body, this is the best time to hunt him."

Hill ignored the young man's words and asked curiously.

"Those thunders...that's your power. Are you a god?"

"God?"

The young man seemed to have heard a joke. He shook his head, "I am not a god. As for those thunders..."

The cumbersome light track extended on the young man's arm, and bursts of lightning flashed in his pupils. "This is an extraordinary technology called the alchemical matrix."

Hill looked at the gorgeous light, and he knew that only this kind of power could kill those crazy and evil things.

"Do you want it?" The young man laughed. "I can teach you. I just need an apprentice."

Hill looked at the young man's face. He nodded and begged as if he was using all his strength.

He introduced himself, "Hill...my name is Hill."

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to Hill and said his name.

"Wolfgang Gold."

The scene was frozen, with cracks across the figures of several people, and then shattered, and blazing white flames burst out from the cracks, like a collapsed curtain, showing a real scene.

Boluogo let out a suppressed cry, and a flowing glow reflected on his body. He stretched out his hand with all his strength and grabbed something, and the cold texture filled his palm.

The heavy anchor was close at hand, and Bologg caught it just before it was dragged into the core of daylight by the tangle. After briefly entering the core of daytime, Bologg was dragged out by the anchor, and he was freed from that strange place. Escape from the memory.

The tangle thought it had held back Bologg. After briefly submerging into the core of daylight, the tight tangle loosened. Bologg grabbed the anchor and began to move away from the core of daylight.

Looking back, the core of daylight was the end point of all the ghosts that were running around. Boluogo saw one ghost after another sinking into the core of daytime. He guessed that it was not only the end of the secret source, but also a collection of countless souls returning to the secret source. It was an extremely huge, A memory bank spanning human history.

Boluogo felt deeply shocked by this. This shock was not only the story of Hill and the devil, but also the name revealed at the end of his memory.

Wolfgang Gold.

Bologo remembered this name, the name of the witness written in the "Dawn Oath".

There was no extra time for Boluogo to think. The anchor dragged Boluogo away from the storm. The dark tar on the edge of the storm also set off terrifying waves and ignited a light that was impossible to see directly.

The heavy anchor brought Bologg to the other end of the etheric world, and the day core behind it became restless. It noticed Bologg's escape, and many tangles threw out the trajectory of the aurora, chasing after it. Bologo.

Apart from pinning all his hopes on the anchor, Boluogo could do nothing at the moment. Just as the tangle was about to approach Boluogo, a series of dark umbilical cords came through, and the shadows also wanted to catch Boluogo. Logo.

The entire etheric realm is like a battlefield where white storms and shadows fight. For thousands of years, due to various strict restrictions, almost no one can have a complete projection here. Until the arrival of Boluogo, they came out of For an unknown purpose, he hunted Boluogo.

For those who have sunk and lost during the promotion, will they also be in such a hunt, their minds will be completely wiped out, and they will not be able to sleep?

When he was promoted to the Power Bearer, could the strange dreams Mamo mentioned also be blended with the memories of the ghosts?

Compared with various precedents, Bologo is really special. The umbilical cords and tangles are extremely tight, and the projection in the etheric realm is more solid than anyone else. Bologo can see more and hear more. More, like being able to face mysterious spiritual visions.

A glimmer of light appeared in Bolog's field of vision. During the fight with the umbilical cord, a slender tangle broke through. It was as slender as a soft hair. Bolog was almost aware of it. In an instant, it had arrived in front of Boluogo.

The hair brushed against Boluogo's cheek, and the complex hallucinations coming directly from the core of daylight were staged in front of Boluogo's eyes, overlapping with all kinds of strange things in the ethereal world.

Boluogo saw the dark and deep hall and heard bursts of melodious and sacred chants. Many scholars in white robes surrounded under the high platform. They lowered their heads in awe, followed by a man wearing red robes. The man in robe walked between them.

The man walked up the long steps and entered the high platform. Above the hall and under the dome, several celestial spheres of different sizes were arranged and surrounded by stars. The daytime sphere emitting blazing white light was located in the center of this artificial star.

"We will crown you here."

Borogo heard deep, hoarse whispers, and the scholars repeated the words together.

Bathed in the pure light, the man lowered his head and was crowned with gold and silver laurels.

"Too injured to live, too precious to die."

The man murmured in a low voice, as if talking in his sleep.

He put on the sacred laurel crown, straightened his body and held his head high.

The man looked directly at Boluogo, his eyes seemed to span time and space, and he looked at Boluogo. Boluogo wanted to see his face clearly, but a halo obscured his face.

Boluogo knew who he was. Although he didn't know his name or his appearance, there seemed to be a voice whispering in the dark, calling his name.

"King Solomon..."

Boluogo murmured, and then a suppressed and evil laughter sounded beside him. Boluogo moved his eyes, and a face he could never imagine appeared next to him.

The man had an evil smile on his face, wore dark robes, and held a cane inlaid with gems in his hand.

It's the devil that appears in Hill's memory.

Boluogo was in a daze for a moment, and soon he realized that this devil was not an entity, but a phantom that existed in his memory, and that the crowned man, King Solomon, was not looking at him across time and space, but at him. It was to look at the devil who was watching him being crowned.

A large amount of information exploded in Boluogo's mind. He knew that King Solomon had been the chosen one. So, was the devil that penetrated Hill's memory the devil behind King Solomon?

Before Boluogo could think about this, he noticed eyes falling on him. Then Boluogo clearly noticed that King Solomon in his memory hallucination was staring at him.

This time Boluogo was sure that he was watching himself and breaking through the barrier of time and space.

"What are you looking at?"

The ghostly figure climbed onto the high platform. The man followed King Solomon's gaze and found nothing but turbid darkness.

King Solomon just smiled and replied perfunctorily, "Nothing."

he continued.

"Let's open up a new world."

King Solomon raised his head, and as the tide of ether poured in, the man-made star map shone brightly.