Endless Debt

In the foggy world, Aimu carried Xilin and ran all the way. Jeffrey followed closely beside her, guarding her as she moved forward. There were heart-stopping ether fluctuations behind her. It was hard to imagine what kind of battle was taking place there. .

Aimu did not continue to think about it. All she could think about now was taking Xilin away. This was the task assigned to her by Boluogo. She had to complete it no matter what.

"When necessary, it is better to lose both ways than to let him win."

Boluogo's voice echoed in Aimu's mind. Thinking of this, Aimu couldn't help clenching his fists, and the corner of his eyes fell on Xilin.

Aimu understood that Boluogo's meaning was very clear. When he really couldn't protect Xilin, he could kill him and completely destroy the body.

"Xilin..." Aimu called in a low voice.

Xilin Kogardel, it was his raid that indirectly led to the birth of Aimu, and Aimu and him are inextricably linked.

Now thinking of TEDA's hatred for Xilin, Aimu's mind was filled with confusion.

Aimu didn't think too much. The crisis situation oppressed everyone's nerves. She just ran wildly. Her steel body was efficient and precise, and she was tireless.

Vaguely, Aimu suddenly felt a slight movement on her shoulder. She looked at Xilin. He was as usual, nothing strange.

Aimu's doubts had just been dispelled when she felt abnormal again. Although the body of steel had lost many of its perceptions, the most basic abilities were still retained.

While carrying Xilin to escape, Aimu actually felt a little body heat coming from Xilin's body as Xilin was freed from the restraints of the container.

Amu wanted to say something to Jeffrey, but Jeffrey's ears were bleeding, his hearing was severely damaged, and the sound reaching his ears became blurry.

Only Amu enjoys this weirdness.

Aimu couldn't believe it, but she still had such weird thoughts in her heart.

Maybe... maybe Xilin is not dead.

I don’t know if it was excessive pressure or the residual influence of the Heart-Eating Song that caused me to hallucinate.

Not only did Aimu feel the body temperature coming from Xilin, she even hallucinated the heartbeat coming from Xilin. The container seemed to freeze Xilin forever at the moment of death, and now he was out of the container and lost his restraints. , the power of the Glorious One is gradually reviving in his body.

I can't understand... Aimu can't understand. At a certain moment, she even had an almost crazy idea.

Use Heart Overlay on Xilin to explore his heart, if he still has a so-called soul.

Aimu didn't do this in the end. She didn't dare to continue thinking about it and just ran forward. But the next second, an even colder chill swept over her mind.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and a thin layer of ice formed on the ground beneath his feet. Unknowingly, billowing white mist surrounded Aimu.

Something is coming.

Aimu turned his head and saw a dim figure peeling away from the fog and approaching quickly. The skull scythe quickly enlarged in front of Aimu's eyes.

Death comes.

A flash of golden light fell, but unfortunately it failed to illuminate the chill of death. Blood overflowed into Jeffrey's eyes. He tried to intimidate the first seat, but the gap in rank between the two was too great. Jeffrey The distractions here are useless.

The Skull Scythe rubbed the air, and the cutting scream was like the roar of all ghosts. The fatal arc directly enveloped Aimu and Jeffrey. When it completed its swing, the two of them were bound to be chopped down like straw. .

Aimu stretched out her hand. She tried to push Jeffrey away. Due to the special characteristics of her body, Aimu's thoughts always coincided with those of Boluogo. Anyway, her essence was an alchemy doll. As long as the core of constant motion was not affected by Damage, even if a limb is broken or cut in half, you can still be repaired.

She wanted to use herself as a shield to block the blow, but the first one was too fast. Even if Aimu's consciousness could catch up, her body's delay would still prevent her from doing it.

Despair swept through the heart, and just when everything was about to be swallowed up by darkness, the faint golden light suddenly rose up, enveloping it with dazzling light and heat, as if to drive away all the coldness and despair.

A blazing sun rose from the ground and burned away the surrounding fog.

At this moment, Aimu realized that this was not Jeffrey's fatal blow, but the lion lurking in the mist coming to attack him. He found the right opportunity and vowed to bite off the first seat. Throat.

The first falling chop froze, and a powerful hand directly grabbed the sickle blade. The life-ending sickle blade could not move in his hand. He tightened his grip, and dense cracks grew along the sickle blade, along the edge. Crushed into fine dust.

"Deputy...Deputy Director."

Aimu's voice was full of awe, and Jeffrey on the side was also stunned.

Nathaniel stood between them and the first seat. Under the lion's mask, there was a dazzling golden light. He was so out of tune with this gray world.

Without any warning, the etheric torrent of the Glorious One erupted instantly, and the highly concentrated energy formed a cone-shaped storm directly in front of Nethanil. The first seat seemed to have been slashed by thousands of swords. Fierce sparks shone on his body, further damaging the already damaged armor.

Along with the weird groaning sound, the flesh and blood expanded again from the gaps in the armor, turning into bloody tumors.

The sickle blade nailed into the ground, and the first seat was forced back more than ten meters before barely stopping.

Nethanil strode forward. Although there were no fireworks wherever he passed, he could clearly feel the sudden rise in temperature. The fog was dissipated invisibly, and the road suddenly became extremely transparent. The scorching sun projected by the ether burned, and his robes and mask were sprinkled with a little fiery red.

Nathaniel continued to walk forward, leaving behind him a golden stream of light several meters long, emanating from the bristles on the mask, as hot as a flame.

Just as Aimu was stunned, Jeffrey stretched out his hand to pull Aimu, and said in a hoarse voice, "We have to get out of here."

Aimu felt the surging high temperature belatedly. The moist mist was evaporated, the air quickly dried, and even the blood turned into a congealed gas and dispersed. Jeffrey's forehead was covered with sweat. .

Once the two of them were involved in the battle of the Glorious Ones, the horrific aftermath alone would be enough to kill them.

"First seat."

A deep voice sounded from under the lion mask, and Nethaniel nodded gently to the first seat.

"Nathaniel."

The first seat returned the greeting.

The two were facing each other, and no one took the lead in attacking. However, under this seemingly calm appearance, the two ether reactions were rapidly increasing and rising. Under the call of the Glorious One, a funnel seemed to appear between heaven and earth, and thousands of ethers appeared. The roaring ether came from all directions and gathered in the hands of the two people.

If Amu could see spiritual liquid now, she would see two golden storms gradually forming in front of her eyes through this strange liquid.

High-concentration ether gathered here, and even the plague of decay was quickly consumed, leaving only the carnival of ether.

"Extraordinary disaster..."

While carrying the cylinder and running, Aimu looked back and muttered involuntarily.

There is such a consensus in the extraordinary world that when a Glorious One releases his full power, the ether he calls for mixes with his own secret energy... Every Glorious One is himself a walking extraordinary disaster.

Now the two natural disasters collided together.

Aimu had no sense of excitement at being saved, only the increasing pressure. She didn't think she could survive the battle between the Glorious Ones.

The high concentration of ether is about to overwhelm reality, and the theorem of normalcy is on the verge of collapse.

Nethaniel stepped forward again, closing the distance between himself and the first seat. The moment he stepped on the ground, traces of burning lava were immediately left, and the red magma flowed like blood.

The first seat felt a little dry, and all the moisture in the air had been burned away. If it continued, Nathaniel would turn this place into a burning hell.

The two sets of eyes collided, and the meaning was already clear.

The figure twisted, as if disappearing out of thin air. The next moment, a fierce battle broke out that surpassed sensory perception. Nesanir was like a golden meteor. With every flash of light, his position changed rapidly, and in the first place He punched Xi hard at his side.

The first seat couldn't keep up with Nethaniel's speed for a while. Think about it, Nethaniel is younger than him, and the alchemy matrix is ​​several generations higher than him. Not to mention, Nethaniel has mastered it. Possessing the power of the extreme realm, he is the most aggressive and glorious person in the Order Bureau's history.

In another collision, the power of the first seat was fully unleashed, and the ether built an unshakable barrier around him. Nethanil did not use any weapons, only heavy punches, and the barrier was shattered into pieces.

Around Nethanil, fireworks burst out, rolling around, emitting crazy temperatures. Under the high concentration of ether, the material world began to distort, the laws of reality began to collapse, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and burning lava surged from the cracks. out.

Waving his fist, the flames moved with it, and the power of destruction was instantly transmitted. In an instant, Nathaniel seemed to transform into a fire demon, destroying everything with the uncontrollable high temperature.

In an instant, all the fog dissipated, and a vacuum area formed around the two of them.

The first seat got a chance to breathe. He waved the scythe, and a strange wind roared in the darkness. The cold white mist surged up driven by the wind, shrouding the surroundings like arms of death. .

Wherever the mist travels, everything decays.

At the same time, under the shadow of the hood, a cold arc light lit up, and the first seat was no longer hidden, and released its own power with all its strength.

Secret Energy: Year-winning Mist.

The power of illusion from the Glory One level first set off a large-scale fog. Their effects were similar to the plague of decay, and they could affect all substances within the range, but the essence was still different.

These age-destroying fogs created from the first illusion can accelerate the time of all objects that touch matter, making their own time accelerate to hundreds of times, and they will collapse in an instant.

There are too many enemies who have turned from young men into old men and back again into withered bones in the mist of the first seat.

The first seat was reveling, and the roaring sea of ​​fog rushed towards Nethanil like a tide, as if the world had collapsed, leaving only the misty mist rushing in from all directions.

The blurry figure was rising in the mist. It was an existence that looked like an evil ghost, and it came with the tsunami-like mist.

Nethaniel could feel from them that more and more evil power was surging with them. They seemed to cover the surrounding world in darkness, slowly seeping out, spreading, and surrounding them. Watching everything around.

Accompanied by unexplained roars, these evil spirits in the white mist seemed to be screaming, as if they were enjoying this sense of fear. The ghosts lurking in the darkness became the rulers of the darkness, which almost made people panic. Unable to resist.

The first one was wielding a scythe, like the commander of this evil mist army.

Demons dance wildly.

Nethaniel slowly clenched his fists. Before joining the battle, he had always warned himself to stay rational and not be dominated by rage. But as the first offensive began, Nethaniel couldn't help but hallucinate.

Pictures from the past began to overlap with reality, and Nathaniel felt that he was many years younger. He had returned to the original secret war, and once again gained the anger that almost burned his internal organs.

The mist could not block the rising sun, and Nethaniel unleashed his power unbridled.

Secret Energy·Day.

A burning feeling began to fill the air around Nethanil, as if it was a fiery breath coming from hell.

As his footsteps moved, the ground beneath Nethanil's feet began to melt, forming deep pits that swallowed fire.

Before the age-destroying mist could approach, they were all burned away by the high temperature surrounding Nethaniel, and this was also the manifestation of Nethaniel's ultimate power.

Nathaniel has never mentioned it to Boluogo. In fact, he is also taking an extreme path, an infinitely narrow path. His secret power is also very simple. It just controls heat and releases high temperature. But when this When his power reached its limit, Nethaniel was upgraded to an existence beyond imagination.

Daywalker.

The First Seat swung the scythe and slashed at Nethanil's head. As soon as the scythe blade touched Nethanil's body, the extremely high temperature caused the metal to burn red. Then Nethanil strangled the big scythe. Sickle, high temperature is concentrated on the metal.

For a time, the metal was directly heated to above the boiling point, lost its toughness, melted, and evaporated. Even if it was an alchemical weapon, it collapsed like a mortal thing under the distortion of the Glorious One.

The liquid state on the metal surface gradually changes to a gaseous state, and the heat released can destroy any object. The basic atoms of the material become unstable, and a thrilling explosion may occur at any time.

Nethaniel held it hard, and the indestructible scythe was bent and broken in his hands, melting into a pool of molten iron and dripping down.

The first seat was not too surprised. He immediately let go of the scythe, then grabbed the end of the long handle and removed a slender stabbing sword from the end of the scythe. It seems that the scythe is just the "scabbard" of the stabbing sword.

The stabbing sword is extremely slender, and the sword body is forged from high-quality alchemical steel. Although it is small, it is still covered with various exquisite patterns and decorations. There are even small and delicate patterns everywhere on the entire sword body, like an exquisite miniature sculpture. .

Nathaniel remembered this sword, the Supreme Secret Sword worn by the First Seat.

The Sword of Confession.

The first person wielded the secret sword, and the stabbing blade passed through the high temperature, making a clear and clear sound like a bell, like the sound of nature, lingering in people's ears, touching the depths of people's souls, and arousing people's resonance.

Chaotic hallucinations flashed back in front of Nathaniel's eyes, his eyelids became heavy, and he almost fell asleep.

Just in the next moment, Nethaniel got rid of the influence of the secret sword, approached the first seat again, and punched hard.

Under the suppression of heavy punches, Nethaniel's offensive became more and more fierce. He could hear the sound of the first seat every time he swung his sword.

Every time the stabbing sword cuts the air, it will emit a melodious note. It is like a conductor's baton, playing continuously during the slashing, until countless notes form a grand piece of music.

This is the ability of the Soul Confession Sword. With the injection of ether, it will continuously chop out notes. Each note will affect the human mind to a certain extent. When all the notes are connected together, the Soul Confession Song will When completed, the blade will burst out with power that affects all minds, dragging everyone into the abyss of the soul.

Based on such harsh activation conditions, this is also rare and can directly affect the Ethereal School ability of the Glory One.

The unsheathing of the Sword of Repentance begins the countdown to this battle. Nathaniel must crush this supreme secret sword before the performance is completed, or kill the first seat, otherwise he will fall under the influence of the Repentance Song. .

Nethaniel didn't know what he would encounter when he was completely trapped in the Soul Repentance Song... The last time the First Seat pulled out the Soul Repentance Sword, Nathaniel successfully forced him back, but failed to let the song play. The performance was finished, but most of the music played also made Nathaniel feel palpitated.

The sound quickly spread outwards, and Aimu and Jeffrey, who had not yet escaped, were also affected. The Soul Confession Sword can affect the Glory One, not to mention the two of them.

Even though Jeffrey temporarily lost his hearing, the power still directly affected his mind, just like the Heart-Eating Song.

Familiar faces flashed before Jeffrey's eyes, and the illusion was fleeting. But when more notes were played, the illusion would become heavier. It was just the believer's Aimu, her The symptoms were much worse than Jeffrey's.

The moment the power was affected, Aimu heard the familiar voice again.

Alice's voice.

"You enjoy your current life, right?" The voice whispered to Aimu, "Everything you enjoy now is based on my bones..."

She accused Aimu, and Aimu tried not to pay attention. She warned herself that Alice was completely dead and that this was just an illusion.

The chaotic hallucinations are extinguished, but the sensory perception is gradually distorted.

Aimu didn't know whether this was due to the influence of the Soul Confession Sword, but she began to feel that the heartbeat coming from Xilin became clearer and clearer. When she pressed it with her hand, Aimu couldn't feel any fluctuations.

It was as if this body was in the midst of a superposition of life and death, and some force was needed to intervene to completely determine his state.

Aimu didn't know what that power would be. All she could think about was running away, but the billowing white mist behind her was chasing after her like a tidal wave.

In this crazy and evil atmosphere, the white mist became thicker and thicker, turning into a huge white raging bubble that enveloped the entire area, isolating everything, like a dimensional barrier.

In this world isolated from the outside world, the songs of the Repentance became louder and louder. Under the cheers of the singers, terrifying evil spirits crawled out of the mist. They are the rulers of the darkness, with furious tempers and evil spirits. To the extreme, the weird and clueless sounds are constantly being made, and the layer upon layer of fear further squeezes people's sanity.

"Aimu!"

A terrifying face emerged from the darkness, and he scolded himself loudly.

"You ruined everything...You selfish bastard, I was the one who gave you life..."

Aimu recognized the figure full of dirt and blood. He stretched out his hand towards himself, vowing to drag himself into the grave.

The extreme depression destroyed Aimu's reason. Unknowingly, even her escape gradually slowed down. She stood sluggishly on the spot, with the mist billowing from far to near.

"Wake up!"

Jeffrey shook Aimu vigorously. As a person with power, his resistance was undoubtedly higher than that of Aimu. Aimu was stunned for a few seconds before he reluctantly broke free from the illusion.

She was confused and moved forward numbly, but before she had taken a few steps, Aimu noticed that Jeffrey had disappeared. She turned her head and saw Jeffrey standing there with tears streaming down his face.

Aimu didn't know what he saw, it must be something warm, which made Jeffrey stop there. Aimu's consciousness became more and more hazy, and it was even difficult for her to think logically. She was just a believer, in glory. In the battlefield of the enemy, they are as fragile as ants.

"Aimu?"

Another voice called her, and Aimu turned her head instinctively, and then she saw a figure that reassured her.

"Bo...Bologo?"

Aimu had a look of surprise on her face. It was a miracle to see Boluogo here. She walked quickly towards Boluogo, but suddenly, Boluogo's face became ferocious, like a hungry evil ghost. He raised his hands and strangled Aimu's neck directly.

"You betrayed me!"

A sense of suffocation enveloped Aimu's mind, and she was about to cry, whispering, "I'm sorry..."

"You failed me!"

The tearing force became stronger and stronger, as if his spirit and body were about to be separated. The powerful sense of separation brought extremely twisted pain.

Aimu felt that he had fallen into a real hell, first Boluogo, then Teda, Alice, and more people.

They all stretched out their hands to tear Amu's body apart, cursing and accusing constantly. In this crazy and evil atmosphere, countless ghosts were sleeping in the mist. They were evil phantoms, accompanied by the surge of white mist. Sometimes it gets closer slowly, sometimes it disappears quickly.

Aimu felt that his soul was being corroded and almost barren.

"Aimu!"

The roar drowned out all the noise, and the phantom that tortured Aimu disappeared together with it. Only a figure was seen rushing out of the mist, with chains wrapped around his body and a sword and ax hanging on his body.

"Boluogo?" Aimu was confused for a while, "Is it really you?"

"it's me!"

As he spoke, Borogo waved the chain, wrapped it around the sluggish Jeffrey, and dragged him over. He was successively affected by the Heart-Eating Song and the Repentance Song. Jeffrey's spirit was the same as that of Aimu. On the verge of collapse.

"You can confirm it."

Boluogo grabbed Aimu's hand and reminded, "The heart is overlapping."

The palms of the two people overlapped. In the desolate world, Aimu noticed the existence of another soul. Facing the echo of that soul, Aimu was like a traveler in the desert who finally saw a clear lake, feeling a sense of relief. Feelings arise spontaneously.

"It's really you!"

If it weren't for the fact that Xilin was being carried on his back, Aimu would have really wanted to hug Boluogo. This is not a good time for a hug.

Bologg looked back at the area where the Glorious Ones were fighting. Reality had completely collapsed. There were some horrific scenes that were beyond imagination. In order to find Aimu, Bologg made a long detour before avoiding it. affected by the battle.

"We have to get out of here, get out of here quickly."

Boluogo said as he carried Jeffrey on his back and left the rest to the deputy director. They were meaningless here.

"Okay." Aimu seemed to have a backbone.

Just as they were about to move forward, a roaring vibration came from behind, like the beginning of the world. The shrouded fog was blown away, straight into the sky, and the sun could be vaguely seen falling.

Under the sunlight, Borogo saw the blurry figure of Nathaniel. He was half-kneeling in a huge pit, with a narrow sword wound on his chest and the remains of fire burning on his body.

Along with a whistling wind, Boluoge saw the first seat. When Boluogo observed him, he had already arrived in front of Boluogo.

The bloody gas rushed to his face, and Boluogo couldn't imagine that the first seat was still alive at this moment.

The left arm, the left leg... It can be said that the entire left half of the first seat's body seemed to have been torn apart by giant claws, and was gone. The bones were exposed, and the intestines spilled out, like a raised ribbon.

On the bloody wound section, most of the flesh and blood had turned dark and carbonized, and countless granules were dancing like swarms of wriggling maggots. Boluogo had seen such flesh and blood on the Immortal Heart.

"Fresh blood!"

The first one roared like a ghost. The hood that had been covering his face was burned away at this moment. His bloody head was exposed, and most of his face turned into a black carbonized layer. Then the flesh sprouts grew wildly and faded away. of ashes.

"Get out of the way!"

The snake scale liquid turned into an extended arm. Bologg threw Jeffrey far away, and pushed Aimu and Xilin to the other side. The next second, the slender stabbing sword penetrated Bologg's arm. In his chest, a crazy requiem sounded directly in Boluogo's head, almost bursting his skull.

The stabbing sword tore off Boluogo's entire right arm. In the extreme pain and blurred hallucinations, the first seat bit down Boluogo's severed limb and chewed it. As the flesh and blood filled his belly, he The wound healed quickly.

Bologo has seen such power, the blessing and bloodthirsty healing from the Orang Rot Sect and the Scarlet Matron.

The first person in the King's Secret Sword is actually a protected person.

Terrifying thoughts exploded in Boluogo's mind, but he had no time to think about them. The power of the Supreme Secret Sword spread in the sword wound on Boluogo's chest. Boluogo seemed to be in a magnificent church. Listening to the mountain-like organ playing music, the roaring music swallowed up Boluogo's mind.

"Repent."

A gentle voice whispered to Boluogo.

Boluogo's eyes lost focus, and he fell straight down into a pool of blood.

Amidst Amu's screams, the first officer once again cut off large pieces of flesh and blood from Boluogo's body, but Boluogo could no longer feel all this.

Boluogo felt like he was falling into the deep sea, and his consciousness became heavier and heavier until a faint light came on.

"Congratulations, Mr. Borogo Lazarus."

A voice said to Bologo.

"You're out of jail."

Boluogo raised his head, and there was heavy snow falling in the gray sky. He stood on an unfamiliar street, alone and at a loss.

I don't know how long this scene had passed, but suddenly a rickety figure appeared in my field of vision. She walked over tremblingly on crutches.

"Long time no see, Boluogo."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment. The voice seemed familiar, but maybe he had been imprisoned for too long. He couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was. He looked at the old man's face and saw from the scars of the years. There was a hint of phantom.

"Ah...Adele?"

Boluogo's voice was full of disbelief, and Adele laughed hoarsely, as if she had accomplished some great prank.

It should be a big chapter these days