Endless Debt

First seat!

When this name was revealed from the Shadow King's mouth, Bologg's hot blood cooled down, and he looked straight at the person who grabbed the scythe, with deep depression and a creepy death intention. The spread continues.

Boluogo suddenly felt inexplicably absurd. He was like a headless fly that accidentally stumbled into the dispute between legends.

The continuation of the war.

This is not only a continuation of the Secret War, but also a continuation of the First and Second Seats. After cooperating with the Bureau of Order, Oath City Opos is no longer a restricted area for the King's Secret Swords. In order to seize this eradication target, Taking advantage of the opportunity, the first seat sneaked in personally.

Just to kill the Shadow King and correct his mistakes.

"No...damn it."

Boluogo cursed in a low voice. How could he believe that the secret infiltration of the First Seat was just to kill the Shadow King? Once the Shadow King dies here, their first goal has been achieved. Then will they leave with Xilin's body honestly, or... start another secret war.

His fragile brain was like an overheated processor. Tens of thousands of pieces of information flashed through Boluogo's mind in an instant. He analyzed every possibility of the situation evolving from an expert's perspective and a game perspective.

As long as the Shadow King dies, the biggest internal trouble of the King's Secret Sword will be solved, and the power of division will gradually disappear until the rusty blade becomes sharp again.

Not to mention, even if the Order Bureau reaches an agreement, no matter which angle you think about it, the decision-making room has no reason to let the first seat reach such a core area of ​​the Great Rift.

This feels like the King's Secret Sword inviting Nethaniel to be a guest at the Pillar of Throne. Nethaniel didn't go ahead and kill the King of Terror, which was completely inconsistent with his character and interests.

The same goes for King's Secret Sword.

"Decision-making room, did you make a mistake?" Boluogo murmured, "Or, this is also what you expected, so what exactly is your purpose?"

Boluogo couldn't understand the practices of the decision-making room more and more, and he didn't have time to go to the decision-making room to question him. He had to make a decision now.

Should he follow the original plan and let the first seat kill the Shadow King, or should he find a way to let the Shadow King survive and maintain a balance of power between them.

"The first seat, the fourth seat, and the red dog as the sixth seat..."

Boluogo calculated the list in his mind. No one knew whether there were still a large number of secret swords of the king waiting secretly outside Opos.

Stopping thinking, Boluogo tried to activate his secret energy to seize the opportunity, but the Shadow King was faster than him.

The Shadow King suddenly disappeared from the spot, and a strong sense of crisis arose in Boluogo's heart. The next second, the pitch-black armor had arrived in front of Boluogo, and bright fireworks wrapped around the blade of the sword. The flaming sword So close to him, the scorching heat burned his skin, and Bologo could even hear the hissing sound of water evaporating.

"Don't use arcane powers."

A very low voice reached Bologg's ears, causing Bologg to stop thinking about counterattack.

"They can't be trusted."

The sound continued to reach the ears, and it was limited to this narrow area. The farther range was already covered by the roar of the rising fireworks.

"伱......"

Boluoge tried to say something, but the fire sword had already slashed on his chest, and the undeniable power of the Glorious One silenced all sounds.

"You know what to do."

The high temperature burned through Boluogo's clothes, melting through the snake scales and blood armor. The narrow wound spread across Boluogo's chest. The blood evaporated quickly before it overflowed, and then the wound burned under the high temperature. Dark coke agglomerated together.

Boluogo's vision quickly darkened, his eye sockets were sunken deeply, his eyeballs had evaporated and disappeared, and his skin began to wither. Then he was violently pulled out by the fire sword like a cannonball.

I saw a blazing corpse quickly smashing towards the upper level. After penetrating an unknown number of layers of ruins, the impact slowly stopped.

After getting rid of Boluogo, the "obstructive" guy, the Shadow King slowly turned around and faced the scarlet-clad Death.

Just like getting rid of an insignificant person, the first seat didn't notice anything strange.

The first seat stepped forward unhurriedly, and under the darkness of the hood, a hoarse voice sounded, "Xilin has been dead for so long, what are you still holding on to?"

He looked extremely troubled, "Why can't I just die obediently?"

"I will die obediently and then hand over this world to you?"

The Shadow King shook his head and said firmly, "It's better to lose both ways than to let you win alone."

The tip of the sword was hanging to the ground, and both hands were pressing on the hilt. The Shadow King's movements seemed to be relaxed, but in fact they were all tense. He knew that this might be his last bloody battle.

The first seat was silent for a while, and a faint sigh sounded.

"What a sad answer, brother."

The first wave swept up the scythe, and the weird white mist spilling around him also rolled up, and a heavy wave of mist spread towards the Shadow King.

The strong wind rolled up the scarlet robe, revealing the equally strict metal armor underneath. Densely packed gray and white skulls were embedded in the breastplate, and there were many black spikes on the edges, as if it had been in low temperature for a long time, and the surface of the armor was still condensed. A thin layer of frost and a little condensation hung on the tips of the spikes.

Raging white mist filled the surroundings, and the two seemed to be fighting on a rising mist. The scythe swayed slowly, and the first seat was like a ferryman on the River Styx, with the intention of death expanding and spreading.

It condenses into clouds and mist, constantly surging forward, like a mysterious river of life. In its softness, flexibility and smoothness, it contains the biting breath of death.

There was no sound. The rocks it touched began to corrode and decay, and turned into a pile of dust in the blink of an eye. This was not the first time that the Shadow King saw this white mist. He knew that whether it was animals or plants, whether it was organic matter or No inorganic matter is immune to its destruction.

The flesh and blood body will turn into a pile of bones, and the rock and metal will be destroyed from the inside out. It is like the materialization of the concept of death. As the first seat continues to swing the scythe, the white mist becomes more and more, It surges forward like a huge ocean tide, destroying everything in its path.

The Shadow King took a deep breath, clenched the hilt of the sword, and raised the fire sword high. With the power of the Glorious One injected into it, the raging fire ignited again.

The color of the flame was neither red nor orange, but a blazing golden color. The light spread from the center of the blade, looking like burning sunlight.

The first seat whispered, "Long time no see, Core Flame Sword."

Among the king's secret swords, there are several supreme secret swords, which were forged by the sages of the Kogadel royal family over countless years.

They are made of some kind of weird metal. The metal is extremely expandable, and the alchemical matrix attached to it can be adjusted with the changes of the times. In other words, these supreme secret swords are rare. An alchemical weapon that will not be abandoned by the times.

But are they really alchemy weapons?

The first seat remembers the secrets circulated in the Kogadel royal family. These supreme secret swords are not mysterious and changeable contract objects, and the strange metal carrying the alchemical matrix. Some people once suspected that it was the Kogadel royal family from the devil. begged from their hands.

The supreme alchemical weapon built from the metal base of the contract object.

As the power of the Glory One burst out, this supreme secret sword, which had been dormant for many years, also shed its rust and regained a new life.

The core flame sword has a long and wide blade, like a mirror, as bright as steel, and has a very graceful shape, like a huge geometric pattern. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that these small details have been inlaid on the entire sword. Every corner of the sword's blade, whether it's the gorgeous carvings on the hilt or the delicate silver patterns under the blade.

The sharp blade is sharp and sharp under the firelight. Once it is cut down, it will surely dance with fire all over the sky. The hilt of the sword is inlaid with gold and emerald. It has both the power of fire and the splendor of gold. It seems to be a burning symbol of authority and status.

The expansion of the white mist was hindered by the fireworks, and the first seat asked in confusion, "Why not use the secret power?"

"Or... you can't use it anymore?"

The first seat laughed hoarsely, "Yes, you have been reduced to relying on alchemy armor to survive, let alone using secret energy. Even the power to support the Core Flame Sword will make you feel exhausted, right? ?”

"You...why aren't you?" Shadow King whispered, "Are you the number one, or are you an armor wrapped around the body of the number one?"

The laughter in the first seat faltered, as if someone had poked a sore spot. He called for the invasion of the white mist, and the billowing thick mist swept towards the Shadow King. They seemed to be extremely gentle, but they contained endless destruction. ability.

In an instant, the gases in the air became chaotic, the lava evaporated, the metal began to corrode, the utensils turned into powder, and the corpses lined up involuntarily dissolved, allowing the white mist to erode wantonly.

Like a sea tide, it attacks the Shadow King in the fire one after another. The intensity of each wave gradually increases, and the whole process seems to have no end.

The erosion process is like the waves in a storm eroding the rocks on the shore, mercilessly turning the target material into doomsday ashes. Under its power, all mortal materials will fall apart and turn into nothing.

Under the protection of the white mist, all objects reached their limits in an instant. Their physical properties were partially or completely changed, losing their original appearance, and turned into dust under the dominance of the white mist.

After a brief confrontation, the fireworks gradually fell into a disadvantage. The Shadow King was not surprised by this result. He had been defeated at the hands of the first seat, and now relying on such a body, he did not feel that he had any How much chance of winning lies.

But this is no reason to give up.

The Shadow King glared at the first seat, and the first seat stood there, watching the shadow king's slow death. The death aura on the shadow king's body became more and more intense under the infiltration of white mist, as if a dark giant python was slowly dying. The ground swallowed his body.

He did not choose to retreat, but held the fire sword in front of him, preparing to meet the power of the white mist.

The white mist itself is not to be outdone. The power of countless waves overlaps and surges like ocean waves, becoming stronger and stronger and more unstoppable.

The fireworks were born, the electric arc was stirred up, and the power was intertwined, forming layers of terrifying ripples around the Shadow King and the first seat. In the violent shock, the spilled power escaped and destroyed the surrounding area, and the Mist Abyss Fortress once again Entering the collapse, large tracts of buildings crashed into the sea of ​​fog.

After resisting dozens of waves of white mist attacks, the fire weakened, and the Shadow King finally blocked this endless corrosive force.

An unyielding light flashed in the Shadow King's eyes. He resolutely decided not to avoid this battle anymore. The fire sword in his hand made a harsh buzzing sound, and the sword gradually became gray and heavy.

There was a mechanical sound under the dark armor, and as the built-in needle was inserted into the decayed body, a large amount of silver soul was injected into the body. At the same time, the Shadow King's wound that could not be healed was also filled with the red philosopher in advance. Stone, let him absorb the ether.

These philosopher's stones and silver souls traded with Mammon were prepared for the decisive battle at this moment.

Under his control, the gathered ether burst out into a dazzling stream of fire, and the heat was highly condensed, like a red line, burning everything wherever it went.

All the white mist became as fragile as glass at this moment, shattered one after another, and turned into countless dust.

The first seat let out a weird scream that was impossible for humans to make. He waved his scythe and the diffuse sea of ​​fog continued to rise and rise. The rolling and expanding fog created ghostly figures, which gathered into an army of destruction. It shot towards the center of the white mist.

The Shadow King saw countless bone-white mist entangled together. This energy was shaped like a giant python, and like a poisonous snake attacking, it instantly compressed the center of the white mist into a small area.

During the compression process, the destructive power doubled, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Then a stream of pure fire was released from the fire sword again, just like sea water washing away the sand on the shore, and began to wash away All the white fog around.

The Shadow King strode forward, steam erupted from behind, and several empty containers popped out and shattered on the ground.

The Shadow King knows very well what kind of person his opponent is. He is cold-blooded, evil, arrogant, yet cautious and vigilant.

The First Seat did not choose to fight head-on, but continued to consume himself. The Shadow King guessed that he was afraid of himself. He was afraid that he might have traded something with Mammon in the Great Rift for so many years, thus gaining something. Unknown power.

Yes, the first seat is very aware of how terrifying the power of the devil is. He himself is harboring the power of the devil and is the slave of that lady.

"What are you wary of?" Shadow King invited Zhan, "I'm different from you!"

The first seat remained unmoved. In the darkness under the hood, a pair of cold eyes looked at the Shadow King.

The Shadow King has changed.

First Xiang thought in his heart that he was familiar with his brother's character, but since the end of the Secret War, when he attacked and killed him, First Xiang had already noticed something strange about him, and the Shadow King became strange, as if he was no longer familiar with him. Then there is the blood relative he is familiar with.

Forget it, why should you care about this kind of thing? Everyone is constantly changing, such as him, such as... himself.

The Shadow King's approach set off a series of supernatural phenomena. As if all the power was exhausted, the huge ether gathered on the tip of the sword, and the concentrated power was like a miniature sun, burning all the white mist that came close.

Along with the breathing, the fireworks rise rhythmically. Like inevitable entropy, each wave will increase and eventually the white mist will be wiped out.

At the moment of burning, the Shadow King had already reached the front of the first seat.

The brilliant fire sword was swung high, and the scythe of the skull was also swung in an arc of death.

A loud explosion stirred up more powerful force. The head-on confrontation between the Glorious Ones caused the destruction of the ether. This power has exceeded the limit that the material world can bear, and even caused the reality in this area to begin to collapse.

Many natural phenomena alternated in the high-concentration ether, gases accumulated into small clouds, bright lightning shuttled through them, deafening thunder continued, and the entire world was torn apart.

The roaring shocks continued to spread to the outside, the Wuyuan Fortress completely collapsed, the entire cliff began to collapse, and the scope of the earthquake quickly spread to the outside areas.

The fourth seat who was fighting felt the impact, and then the ripples of ether swept down a large group of people, and even the sea of ​​fog was stirred up.

The large rift continued to vibrate, and even Lebius and Red Dog on the edge felt the abnormality. Then a stream of air erupted at high speed, setting off a series of air pillars that had not dispersed for a long time.

The shock wave swept through the city outside the big rift, and the tall buildings began to shake. Amid the horrified cries of the citizens, cracks covered the surface of the walls.

The shock also triggered a deeper disaster. Fire hydrants exploded one after another, and water columns rose one after another. After a short pause, the gas pipelines buried underground were affected by the impact of the ether. A slight distortion of reality caused A series of explosions.

The disaster suddenly struck. High-temperature air rushed out from the large crack. The shock wave overturned the vehicles on the street and knocked down countless citizens. The high-temperature gas filled with ash soaked the surrounding air. Some citizens covered their throats in pain. It's hard to breathe.

The power of the Glorious Ones gathered together and turned into a terrifying frenzy, flooding the entire battlefield and turning everything into ashes.

Amidst the continuous destruction, Bologg struggled to open his eyes. After a short rest, he came to life again and pushed away the stone slab that was pressing on him. Bologg was in a trance for a moment, and then in the roaring vibration, his head fell. He fled towards the outside world without looking back.

This is a conspiracy! Bologger almost shouted.

There is no absolute justice and evil, there are only positions of dividing interests.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Shadow King chose to cooperate with Bologo, using the power of his immortal body to knock Bologo out of the battlefield and bring the news of the first seat to the Bureau of Order.

Compared to being killed by the Bureau of Order, what was even more unacceptable to the Shadow King was to die at the hands of the First Seat.

Boluogo controlled the falling boulders and walked quickly through the ruins. At this moment, the Mist Abyss Fortress no longer existed, and all that was left were huge corpses that had not yet collapsed.

The King's Secret Sword is not worthy of complete trust. It can be seen from the secret infiltration in the first seat. Who knows what he will do after killing the Shadow Queen?

Boluogo thought of snatching Xilin's body and achieving multiple goals at once. He even said that the King's Secret Sword still had the power to cause a certain degree of damage to Oath City Opos.

Crazy thoughts filled Boluogo's mind. Regardless of the loss of his own ether, he desperately fled towards the end of the ruins.

The fourth seat eliminated the last silver knight, and the broken alchemy puppet fell into the sea of ​​fog and disappeared.

Feeling the heart-stopping ether fluctuations coming from the distance, the fourth seat looked at the speechless man who had reached the defender's position.

"Do you want to continue?" asked the fourth seat.

The speechless man hesitated for a moment. Obviously, the appearance of the first seat was beyond his imagination.

A burst of mist passed by, and the figure of the Silent Man disappeared on the battlefield. Seeing this, the fourth seat breathed a sigh of relief. Mammon is a smart devil, he knows how to maximize his benefits.

The Shadow King can no longer survive. Mammon's investment has failed. His only way out now is to stop interfering with the King's Secret Sword and let them and the Bureau of Order fight to the death.

Time passes, the years change, and the endgame of the past is repeated again at this moment.