Endless Debt

"Why do you think the boss needs so many philosopher's stones?"

The man asked his colleagues on the side with a bit of greed and confusion.

He knew very well how many Philosopher's Stones were hidden in the factory behind the two of them. They were simply a crazy treasure. Every time he thought of these, the man felt his blood heat up and wanted to eat them clean, but When I think of the boss's cruelty, this excitement immediately feels like falling into an ice cellar.

Another man stood on the other side. The two of them were sentries tonight, guarding the door and alerting others to come.

"Who knows? Isn't this thing very valuable? Maybe it's for money?" Another person said uncertainly.

"money?"

When money was mentioned, the man looked contemptuous, and then he felt pain again.

"I sold my soul just because of money. As a result, I lost everything and had nothing left." He whispered.

"Aren't we all like this?" said another, "but at least now we have enough philosopher's stones as payment."

They may have once felt pain in their souls, but now they are left with numb souls tortured by mania.

"To be honest, I never thought that there would be so many people who sold their souls to the devil and that we would all be here together."

I thought that there were only a few demons who sold their souls and left only their bodies like this, but in Opos, there were countless demons similar to me.

When talking about this, he asked curiously.

"Are you a stranger too? Why did you come to Opos?"

The other person was confused for a few seconds, and after hesitation, he said, "I don't know, it's just like there is something attracting me in the dark. After many twists and turns, I finally came here. How about you?"

"Me? I seem to be about the same. I was in my hometown and killed several people. The streets were covered with wanted posters for me. I thought I was dead, but then I picked up a ticket to Opos... I got on the train by accident and arrived here safely, nothing happened."

The man's eyes became blurred. Looking back now, everything seems so incredible.

"It's like there is a force driving me, guiding me to come here, Oath City Opos."

The other person didn't reply. He had also experienced this strange sense of guidance.

It was like there was a voice whispering in their ears, urging them to come here, as if a grand banquet was going to be held here, and everyone had to dress up to attend.

"How amazing," murmured another.

"It's like something is calling us... and it's in this city."

The man cast his gaze on this huge city. Countless tall buildings stood there, hiding all the mysteries in the deep and dark depths.

"Speaking of which, I have heard such a statement before." The man said again.

"What?"

Another man cast a curious look.

"They say that demons like us who have lost all our souls sometimes feel an inexplicable sense of calling. The reason for this feeling is that our souls are calling us, calling us to take it back from the hands of the devil. .”

The conversation between the two fell silent, and after a while, the other person spoke slowly.

"Are you saying... we came to this city because our souls are here," the other person's voice became hoarse, "and those damn devils are also here?"

"Who knows? I learned these words from another group of demons. At that time, those demons were about to lose their human form and completely turned into monsters," the man said. "They must be either dead now or... Completely crazy."

The man sighed. He wanted to say something more, but at some point, a stranger appeared on the deserted street. He stood under the dim street light, silent, his face hidden in the darkness, like a stranger. The ghost inside.

"Friend, don't cause trouble for yourself."

Suddenly, a great sense of uneasiness arose in the man's heart, and he reached for the firearm at his waist, shouting loudly.

He is not a good person, he has several lives on his hands, he is an extremely vicious thug... Everyone who works here is an extremely vicious person.

But now facing that dark figure, an inexplicable sense of fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and his emotions waved his fangs and claws, scratching his internal organs and nerves.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at his colleague beside him. His face was pale, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he couldn't even speak a word.

what happened?

They couldn't figure it out and didn't understand where the fear came from.

The other party showed no intention of retreating. A claw hammer slipped out from his cuff and was held tightly in his hand. He strode towards the two of them.

"you……"

The man wanted to say something threatening, but as he stepped into the darkness, the evil spirit escaped from the light and disappeared into the darkness of his field of vision like smoke. If he hadn't heard the footsteps coming from the darkness, he would have even You will feel that everything just happened is just an illusion.

Alarm bells rang in my head, sharp knives cutting into my eardrums, stinging and urging.

Instinct drove the man to raise the gun in his hand. Although he had no target, he still chose to pull the trigger, but he was still too late. There was a dull impact in the darkness, followed by the sound of broken bones.

The man could smell the blood floating in the air, and the warm liquid splashed on his face. The severe pain came belatedly, making him roar in pain.

"run!"

He raised his broken arm and only had time to issue such a warning.

The sharp metal struck from the darkness and hit his neck, cutting off the sound in his throat and breaking his cervical spine as well.

The other person watched as the man's head twisted and leaned against the wall with a large amount of blood, and finally fell down weakly, like a wild dog, and died in embarrassment.

Everything happened so fast.

His heart was beating violently, like an overheated engine. The man bought him time to fight back. Although the darkness was deep, if he looked carefully, he could distinguish the approaching figure from it.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the evil spirit. The distance between the two was very close. Because they were so close, the man could see the cold color shining in the darkness.

A simple claw hammer with mottled scratches and fresh blood stains on it. The evil spirit held it high and used it to smash his colleagues to death.

"Go to hell!"

The man roared in terror and pulled the trigger. The deafening gunfire shattered the calm of the night. The fire from the muzzle illuminated the ghost that was approaching quickly.

A blurry picture flashed before my eyes, and then was swallowed by darkness.

It only lasted a short moment, but the ferocious face was deeply etched in the man's eyes like a carving knife.

It was a face that only existed in nightmares, with blood-stained iron wires and sharp scratches, and the dried blood began to squirm again, like a mummy that regained blood and walked again.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

After the gunshot, the sound of a hit could be heard in the darkness. The man hit the evil spirit. The steel penetrated the flesh and blood, sunk deeply into the body, brought up the hot liquid, and splashed on the wall.

The fire kept flashing out, and he fired several times. Such close range shooting would kill even a ferocious beast to death.

The trigger was pulled repeatedly, the bullet was fired, and the roaring sound of gunfire gradually dissipated.

Cold sweat continued, and the night was silent, except for the rapid beating of his heart.

finished?

The man was unsure, but then he heard the gasping sound from the darkness, the footsteps that sounded again, and the strange and brisk singing.

The evil spirit seemed to be chanting something, humming an unknown tune and taking random steps, bringing about a cold death.

Suffocating pain came from the chest. The evil spirit twisted the handle of the hammer and used the sharp horn to carve into the man's chest. The sharp pain for a moment almost made him unconscious. His chest was sunken, and the red blood stained the lining. White clothes.

He was dying and fell to the ground helplessly. At the end of his consciousness, he saw the evil spirit coming out of the darkness.

The evil spirit is holding a claw hammer in one hand and a briefcase in the other. There are many bullet holes on his body and briefcase, and blood is still oozing from some of the bullet holes, but he seems to be unable to feel pain and will not die.

Yes, how can evil spirits die?

Boluogo hummed a light tune. Under the man's dying gaze, he raised his claw hammer and repeatedly slammed the door lock until the iron door was shaking and he kicked it open.

The fighting here attracted the attention of the enemies in the factory. Shouts and footsteps could be clearly heard. Countless figures were running around in the dark factory, and bright flashlights were shining everywhere.

Borogo shocked everyone, which was exactly what he wanted.

Opening the briefcase, he wrapped the heavy chains around his waist in circles, including claw hammers, wrenches, and a mess of awls. They were hung bloatedly on the chains, making jingling sounds when he walked.

"I have entered the factory," Burlogo whispered in his mind, "and as I thought before, these people don't like to turn on the lights."

"Okay, okay, I'm already in position, it depends on when you startle that big fish."

Palmer responded. Quietly, he had reached the roof of the factory. Hooks were shot out of his arm guards, and he hung his body on the wall. He could clearly see it through the dusty and stained glass. The light and figures in the factory.

The two of them remained silent, neither of them activated their secret powers, waiting for the appearance of the hostile Condenser.

The rotten smell was pungent, and the demons searched for Boluogo's figure. Soon they saw Boluogo. This guy seemed not to hide anything from the beginning. Boluogo stood openly in front of everyone. In front of his eyes, bunches of lights shone on him, like the protagonist on the stage.

Silence, then roar.

"Good evening! Everyone!"

Bologo laughed in response to the cheers of the demons. Amidst the deafening gunfire, he swung two claw hammers, passing through the swords and gunfire, breaking bones one after another.