Endless Debt

The red dog is like the singer of the doomsday, and the immovable sword is the baton of this evil symphony. The power of the defender is released without reservation, and the spiritual impact generated by the Ethereal School comes like waves. Hammering the banks of sanity.

The heart-eating song is like a wolf entangled in the mind, biting everyone's sanity one bite after another. When the pressure reaches the limit, some people let out desperate screams.

Excessive pressure causes dissociation and distortion in their psychology. They begin to feel separated and mixed physically and mentally, as if the whole world is no longer real.

It becomes difficult to think rationally and to perceive the surrounding environment correctly.

Soon, the mental distortion caused physical distortion. Under the influence of this influence, most of the first-stage condensers suffered from endocrine disorders, gastric juices surged and they vomited, and their physiology reached the limit of endurance.

They feel dizzy, their entire body shakes, and their heart beats rapidly.

Cognitive dissociation begins to affect them. They are unable to accurately distinguish the boundary between reality and imagination, as if they are in a hazy dream. This feeling can easily make them feel panic, depression, despair, and self-doubt. And blame also breeds in my heart.

Soon, under the influence of the secret energy, most people lost their ability to move and completely lost control. They were trapped in this kind of distortion and pain and could not find any way out.

The first-stage sublimation practitioners were helpless against the secret power of the red dog. The second-stage believers could barely stay awake, but the dual mental and physical pain also made it difficult for them.

Badr fell directly, and the already heavy protective suit became his cage at this moment, and he was unable to take any effective action with his remaining strength.

Aimu half-knelt on the ground. She switched back to the steel body in time. The pain on her body was weakened a lot, but the mental impact still made her vision dizzy and her senses were misaligned. As if she was drunk, she could not even connect with the basics. It is also difficult to walk in a straight line.

She raised her head hard, and there were many red and blue ghost images in her field of vision, as if the visual system had malfunctioned.

Among the rubble, Boluogo struggled to stand up. Although he did not have the protection of Blessing and Eternal Labor, he relied on his own outstanding willpower and his position as a person in power.

Bologg can resist the influence of the Heart-Eating Song to a certain extent, but only to a certain extent. The terrifying whine lingers in Bologg's mind, trying to evoke the darkest side of his heart.

"The Void Spirit School is suspected of influencing people's minds through singing and infecting other people's spirits..."

Boluogo did not give up. During his difficult resistance, he used his remaining mind to analyze the power of the red dog.

"It will produce hallucinations, cognitive distortions, mental pain...and this pain will also be reflected on the physical body..."

Bologg's breathing became heavy. He could see multiple terrifying hallucinations coming towards him quickly. Incomparably vivid monsters roared and swung their swords at him. Bologg instinctively raised his sword to block. But all he blocked was nothingness.

The boundaries between reality and fiction begin to blur.

Another nightmare monster came to Bologe's side. It swung a big knife towards Bologg and tried to cut off Bologg's head. This time Bologg restrained his instinct and was not affected by the hallucination. He only thought it was a monster. False illusion.

The heartbreaking pain was released along Boluogo's neck, as if the big knife had really broken through the boundary of illusion and truly cut off Boluogo's neck.

Bologg raised his hand and touched his neck. There was no wound at all, but the pain was so clear that there were even bursts of coldness that penetrated along the flesh and bone into the bone marrow, making Bologg's hair stand on end.

What makes Bologo even more frightened is that the power of the red dog not only affects the Bureau of Order, but even the King's Secret Swords are unable to escape his influence.

There was a cry on the battlefield.

In the madness, people abandoned their reason and struggled in the darkness, as if driven by intense emotions and curses. Some people were so painful that they mutilated themselves, trying to free themselves from the pain.

The blade cut the flesh, blood sprayed everywhere, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. Some people screamed loudly, and some endured it silently and stubbornly alone, hiding the unspeakable pain deeply in the darkness until they finally breathed their last. The lingering palpitations were like moans swallowed by darkness. People with wounds on their bodies were convulsing and looking at each other in horror, as if they were being manipulated by some unknown force.

Boluogo came to his senses, and instead of rushing towards the red dog, he rushed towards the suffering field staff.

With many years of underground experience, Boluogo knocked out the crazy and self-harming employees one by one to prevent them from doing more crazy things.

The ether stretched out as much as possible, and Bologg sensed the side of the King's Secret Sword. Although the fog obscured his sight, the wailing sound could still be heard clearly.

In Boluogo's perception, the King's Secret Swords were actually evacuating, trying to escape from the core of the battlefield.

Yes, no matter how weird the red dog's secret power is, he still has a certain range of release. All he needs to do is escape from this range.

Thinking of this, Bologo's ether pierced into the ground. The earth trembled slightly, and the hard ground became soft. The rolled up soil wrapped around the incapacitated employees, dragging them like waves. , sent to the extreme distance that Bologo's ether can extend.

Soon, this area was cleared by Boluogo, leaving only a few figures.

Mamo's condition is much better. As a Glory One, he has a certain degree of resistance. However, in a short period of time, he cannot escape the state of ether depletion and cannot have much impact on the battlefield.

"I can't leave."

Just as Boluogo was about to send Badr off, Badr reluctantly stood up and said, "Someone needs to protect the iron coffin."

The red dog's target is the iron coffin. As long as the iron coffin is here, he will be firmly locked here, but in addition to Lebius, someone needs to guard the iron coffin here to protect it.

This is not because Boluogo doesn't trust Lebius, but he feels that he needs to be fully prepared.

"It doesn't matter," Boluogo said, "I will protect the iron coffin, and you will only tie me up here."

Badr was silent for a moment and nodded.

"good."

There is nothing to refute. He is not good at fighting, and he is still a believer. The existence of Badr will not have much impact on the battle situation.

"Protect the wounded."

As Boluogo spoke, the earth stirred up waves and swept Balder away from the battlefield quickly.

Then he looked at Mamo. This Glorious One was extremely fragile. Once he was killed here, it would severely damage the morale of the Order Bureau.

Mamo nodded. He still had such a tacit understanding. Boluogo raised his hand and the ground squirmed. He lifted Mamo and quickly sent him away from the battlefield.

In the end, Aimu was left. Boluogo wanted to send her away, but Aimu shook his head vigorously.

"I can help you, Xinduoying, just like before."

Boluogo hesitated for a moment, and Aimu said loudly and stubbornly, "I won't look at your little thoughts! One code is the same!"

"No...I just..."

Bologe, who had always been vigorous and resolute, seemed hesitant at this time. Aimu took a hard step, and then grabbed Bologe's hand.

"Just what? Not ready?"

Aimu gained the upper hand and whispered to Bologo, "Bologo, you were a soldier. You should know these principles better than me. The world will not give you time to prepare."

"It sounds so crazy."

Boluogo doesn't like indecision. No matter what happens next, for him, it is more important to solve the current dilemma first.

"Is this still crazy?"

Aimu asked back, her palms began to become illusory, overlapping with Boluogo's palms, and then overlapped together.

It has been a long time since Bologg acted together with Aimu. Ever since Aimu was promoted, Bologg has become somewhat resistant to her power to explore the depths of her heart. Now that there is no time to think about this, Bologg can only adapt.

"This feels really weird," Burlogo thought to himself.

"It's not the first time? What's wrong?" A voice sounded in my mind.

"It's weird everywhere... You seem to be more real," Boluogo said. "I can clearly feel that there is another soul sharing the same body with me."

"Don't you like my new roommate?" Aimu asked.

"No... I've just never been so close to anyone." Boluogo said calmly.

The simple words made Aimu fall into silence. Boluogo did not notice this. When the two overlapped, Aimu always remained silent in order not to disturb Boluogo. Borogo was getting used to it.

The addition of Aimu, like a backup energy source, replenished the ether for Boluogo so that Boluogo could continue to fight.

In the eyes of others, what is terrifying about Bologo is not only his own abilities and his ferocious killing intent, but also the fact that Bologo can achieve an almost permanent motion effect in every sense of the word.

The immortal body prevents him from falling, and the soul-sucking soul allows him to plunder endless ether. The two complement each other, allowing Boluogo to continue his life almost endlessly.

With Amu's blessing, Boluogo's power was further strengthened, and the blurred ether became clearer. Boluogo seemed to be able to see each of their flows clearly.

Suddenly, Boluogo realized that with Aimu's help, he might be able to cross the boundary and touch the mysterious extreme. Unfortunately, now is not a suitable time to train his abilities.

While Bologo evacuated the others, the fight between Red Dog and Lebius continued.

Under the protection of Blessing and Eternal Labor, the Heart-Eating Song had no impact on Lebius at all. Facing the red dog's extreme slashing, Lebius's wolves could not suppress it for a while. Red dog.

The situation was at a stalemate, and during the fierce fight, the red dog continued to laugh.

"Lebius, after so many years, is this all your progress?"

The red dog swung the immovable sword, and the power of the extreme realm spread rapidly. While shaking away the wolves, it also set off an outward shock wave, sweeping away the mist and cracking the ground.

Lebius remained motionless under the impact.

Although he has been promoted to a defender, there is still a big gap between him and the red dog who has been at this level for many years. The alchemy armor, a foreign object, can only help Lebius make up for the gap to a certain extent. .

But the question is, Lebius has external objects, doesn’t Red Dog have no external objects? The outcome of this battle is still unknown.

Seeing that Lebius still looked calm, Red Dog wanted to see with his own eyes how Lebius fell into madness, just like before.

Since he can't influence Lebius, he can influence others.

In an instant, the red dog's song became even louder, and many employees who had not been evacuated in time by Boluoge immediately received a fatal blow.

As a person in charge of power, Jeffrey also staggered under such a terrifying impact. Not to mention continuing to release secret energy at this moment, his trembling wrists could not even hold the bone-crushing knife tightly.

The whining continued.

Lebius said coldly, "They are also dying."

"Them? Who are they?" Red Dog turned the Immovable Sword, causing a gust of wind. "Oh? You mean the people who came with me? Do you think I will care about them?"

The red dog spoke louder and louder, and the crowd's screams also rose sharply. Hearing the screams, the red dog laughed hoarsely, as if he could get pleasure from it.

Some of the King's Secret Swordsmen who fell nearby and who also failed to evacuate in time began to self-mutilate under extreme pain, like a crazy evil sacrifice. They waved their knives without hesitation, deeply embedded in one's own body.

"Red Dog...sixth seat..."

Pleadings were heard, and they hoped that the red dog could release the secret power and at least allow them to evacuate.

But Red Dog seemed not to hear. For so many years, he has been living in the shadows and in conscious pain. Now, Red Dog wants everyone to feel the same pain.

"Bear with me, my friends."

Red Dog mocked, "It's just a game!"

In the bloody game, people tear apart their bodies crazily. Vicious erosion and pathological collapse are like a local black hole, condensing and spreading in their bodies and minds.

Someone's eye sockets were filled with bloodshot eyes. He held a knife blooming with death in his hand and swung it violently on his wrist. The disordered blood rippled in that person's eyes. His pain and grief were overwhelmed by the spread of death. Peace is long overdue.

Others pounded their bodies with hammers and sticks, frantically tearing at their muscles and tendons until they could no longer hold up.

In this dark ritual, they crazily devoured their own flesh and soul, sacrificing their lives and spirits.

At the same time, Red Dog's etheric strength is gradually increasing.

"I have never understood your secret power." Lebius murmured.

During the Secret War, except for Lebius and Geoffrey, everyone who fought against the Red Dog died, and there are very few records of his secret powers.

"You'll understand soon."

The red dog smiled. The more people affected by the heart-eating song, the more the red dog could draw strength from their cries and strengthen itself in the painful torture.

He is like a death storm, sucking everyone into it and wiping out all life.

For this reason, Red Dog never cares whether what he obliterates is the life of the enemy or the life of the King's Secret Sword. It makes no difference to him.

As if the soul was completely swallowed, the pleading gradually disappeared. People tore open their flesh and blood, grabbed their kidneys with both hands, and red sores appeared out of thin air. They convulsed like crazy, and those sickly sounds came out of their throats.

The bodies of these people were covered with deep cracks and blood, as if they had turned into gardens of pain. Their bodies and souls were completely destroyed in the cruel and strange singing, and their true selves disappeared without a trace.

Lebius walked to Jeffrey's side, reached out and grabbed his trembling arm, and under Jeffrey's gaze, took the heavy bone-crushing knife from his hand.

He needed a weapon, a weapon to fight the red dog.

Lebius whispered to his partner, "Leave it to me."

"Lebius, is it worth it?"

A hoarse voice sounded from Jeffrey's mouth, and everyone else was in great pain, but only Lebius's eyes were extremely clear. Even if he and Red Dog were defenders of the same rank, they shouldn't be so calm. .

In the extreme pain, Jeffrey's senses became sharper, and he could smell the disgusting smell of Lebius.

Jeffrey wasn't stupid, that kind of thing was easy to guess...it was that way a long time ago.

"Power is just a tool. There is no justice or evil. It just depends on where it is used." Lebius said.

"Don't let the power swallow you up." Jeffrey urged.

Lebius tightened his grip on the bone-crushing knife, and then the wolves calmed down. A wolf with a blade bite stood on the spot, and the glow of the ether disappeared, as if it was dead.

All the light converged on Lebius alone. He knew that the wolves did not pose a danger to the red dog. Instead of wasting the ether and the blade-biting wolf, it was better to have a one-on-one fight to the death. Lebius Si, the wolf, bit off the red dog's throat himself.

"oh?"

Hong Quan took a deep breath, as if he could smell the evil aura permeating the air. He asked in confusion, "Is the Bureau of Order the same? Just like the Pillar of King Power?"

As if meeting a close friend, Hong Quan couldn't help but sigh, "I think we should have a lot to talk about."

"I'm not interested in talking to you, I just want to chop off your head." Lebius was as cold as ever.

"Why? Lebius, why can you still stick to your true heart after knowing all this?"

Red Dog was very puzzled, "Don't you feel the absurdity of the world? Just like...just like...the thing you defend and hate is actually the same thing. When you realize all this, won't you feel despair?" ?”

The so-called royal power is based on the gift of the devil. The day he learned this secret, Red Dog, who was obsessed with honor, went crazy. He didn't understand how Lebius was spared and why he was protected by the devil. , turned into a devil, his eyes are still so clear.

"Red Dog, if you are desperate just because of this kind of thing, then the spirit you defend and the spirit you swore to defend is too fragile."

Lebius was not good at talking, but his sarcasm was always so sharp.

"Power is just a tool, and only a tool."

The red dog's smile froze, and then he became furious, roaring and swinging his sword. Lebius did not flinch, all the ethereal wolves gathered on him, and he controlled him Own.

The overlapping light outlines an illusory giant wolf on Lebius.

Secret Energy·Wolf Spirit.

Under the superposition of layers of secret energy and ether amplification, in a daze, Lebius seemed to have reached the extreme realm in this way. His figure twisted into a straight line of light and collided with the red dog. The next moment, there was a roar. The explosions and air currents shot straight into the sky, and even created a vacuum area in the thick fog.

A faint light shone from the end of the darkness.