Endless Debt

The minions of darkness stretched out their hands, and all the shadows in the etheric world flew towards Boluogo, endlessly, like a black wave and tsunami, swallowing up the only pure island in the etheric world.

Secret source.

Boluogo was neither afraid nor panicked. He stepped hard like a toddler. He staggered a few steps at first, but soon his steps became more stable and his posture was vigorous, running like a cheetah. .

The light in front of him continued to amplify, until the high-speed surging air completely enveloped Boluogo. Countless gray and white snow dust gathered together, like floating silks surrounding him, and they looked like ghosts wandering in the sky.

Some of them passed by Boluogo, and some lightly brushed over Boluogo's body, hitting the skin and breaking into finer dust.

Bologg raised his head, the blazing white storm was approaching, its light reflected the heaven and earth, and the darkness was so small in front of them, as if it was blown away.

Confronted with such a grand miracle, an uneasy and blasphemous thought arose in Bolog's mind.

Boluogo thought of the void, of looking up at the starry sky on the moon, and even more of the universe in the Golden Palace.

When people look up at the sky, they can see the scorching sun shining on everything, and therefore subconsciously regard the blazing sun as the great existence of the starry sky.

No, the sun is never great.

Compared with this infinite universe, the trillions of blazing suns are so small.

Yes, for the starry sky, the blazing sun during the day is only an extremely small part. What really occupies this endless starry sky is the boundless darkness.

The day is short and the darkness is eternal. This is the only truth of the starry sky.

Bologo couldn't help but think of the etheric realm from the starry sky. Just as no one can calculate how big the starry sky is, scholars can't determine whether there is a boundary in the etheric realm.

So... is the etheric world that I see now really the full picture of the etheric world?

Or should I say that the part I am involved in is just a small part of the infinite scale of the etheric world, just like the comparison between Oath City Opos and the entire world.

Boluogo couldn't control the divergence of his thoughts, and he couldn't control the association of nightmares.

Perhaps the etheric world is absolutely dark and is filled with all kinds of evils, and the secret source is just an accidental existence. It briefly illuminates the shadow of the etheric world and turns into an endless torch, burning and driving away dark.

What a desperate conjecture.

A cold feeling of despair flashed through Boluogo's heart. He rarely complained about anything, let alone fell into despair because of the current situation.

What has happened cannot be changed, and those who come after us can only do better.

The wave of shadows approached Boluogo. They were so dark that they seemed to have swallowed up all the light, trying to completely wrap it up. Boluogo ignored it. He knew that the secret source would protect him.

The Sublime One is the projection of the secret source in the world.

Everything was just as Boluogo imagined. As the shadow approached, the wind speed rose sharply, and the thousands of ribbon-shaped snow dust turned into several meters long blades. Under the rolling of the storm, they evolved into terrifying... The overlapping blades of the meat grinder chopped the shadow into powder and collapsed in mid-air.

The shadow first split into pieces of squirming tar, then collapsed and became a mass of dark particles that quickly dispersed.

Return to darkness and make a comeback!

Boluogo guessed that in the etheric realm, the battle between light and darkness continued all the time, like incompatible mortal enemies.

A pulling force came from the front, and the tangles on Boluoge's body condensed into reality, like a thread extending from the inside of the storm, firmly grasping Boluogo and guiding him to move forward.

As for the umbilical cord extending into the darkness, Bologg grasped the strange connection full of sticky tar with both hands. This time Bologg touched a real entity instead of an illusory shadow.

"My decision has been made clear, my friend, please stop pestering me."

Bologo cursed in a low voice, and dug his nails into the umbilical cord, penetrating the cortex bit by bit, like a razor, carving a hole in it, and then tearing a bloody tear.

Intense pain and a twisted sense of nausea arose from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. It was as if he had truly turned into a newborn baby, trying to rip off the dark umbilical cord on his own initiative.

But the umbilical cord was connected too deeply to Bologo, as if it was entangled in his internal organs. If the umbilical cord was torn off, Bologo's internal organs would also be pulled out.

In pain, Boluogo heard a strange low roar coming from the end of the vast snow dust and darkness, like a wild beast waving its limbs and running towards him crazily.

Boluogo woke up a little. He suspected that he heard wrongly. Is there any other life besides himself in this etheric world?

devil?

Before Boluogo could continue to think about it, a bloated figure rushed out of the dark wave.

It was a grotesque body covered in tar and blood. The huge tumors crowded together like spores. With the movement of the muscles, patches of blood were squeezed out like fountains.

Its face was unrecognizable. Only a vague outline of a human face could be seen in a mass of deformed flesh and blood. Supporting the heavy body were several bent arms and legs, as if someone had dismembered the body and then removed it. Pieced back together.

When it completely broke out of the darkness, Boluogo discovered that its lower body had completely rotted away, and its pale bones were covered with bloodshot eyes, directly exposed from the horrific wound.

In other words, the monster Boluogo saw at this time was just a broken body, not its complete state.

Boluogo thought about what life existed in the etheric realm besides himself.

"The beast that eats the herd?"

Boluogo couldn't believe that in the collapse explosion that swallowed up everything, the Swarm-Eating Beast was not completely obliterated after being banished into the etheric realm.

But even if it has not been wiped out, the pack-devouring beast now seems to have suffered great trauma. It was once as huge as a mountain, but now its size is not much different from an ordinary beast.

But it's still alive.

This is true, as the swarm-eating beast that is the evil in this world, it was originally completely corrupted by the Glorious One. In other words, its essence is an extremely powerful demon with the power of gluttony.

As long as they continue to eat, the bloodthirsty beast will gain endless vitality. In this etheric world, the most indispensable thing is ether, and this pure energy will be the most perfect food.

So it stands to reason that the Swarm-Eating Beast should have been completely healed long ago. How could it be left with only this broken appearance?

Then Borlog heard it.

The beast that devours the herd keeps roaring. It is not a roar of bloodthirsty hunger, but a kind of fearful scream that comes from the depths of instinct.

Boluogo forced himself to restrain his instincts and stood there observing. As the pack-eating beast advanced, the tar all over his body was shaken off by it. After the dark and viscous liquid fell off, what was revealed was a rugged body, as if it had been His body was covered in bruises and bruises as if they had been gnawed by billions of maggots.

The tar fell off, then surged up again. They tried to get into the body of the group-devouring beast, but this broken body could no longer bear the evil power. It penetrated in and was thrown out again, a container of flesh and blood. On the verge of being broken, eaten away by the absolute power of darkness.

Gradually, the pace of the swarm-devouring beast slowed down, and its whine gradually became lower and disappeared. It fell heavily to the ground, and was wrapped in tar bit by bit. While it completely returned to darkness, Boluogo also heard the sound of insects devouring it. The whisper of flesh and blood.

Boluogo was in a trance for a while before he woke up. The tar he faced was the embodiment of the evil force, and this force had no will, good or evil, but only the instinct of power.

Even the devil is a slave to this power, driven by its pure power.

Boluogo's heart beat faster. He realized that this erosion did not happen overnight. Ever since the Swarm-Eating Beast was severely injured and exiled into the ethereal world a month ago, it has been swallowed by this tar. , until today, it was completely eaten and wiped clean.

I just happened to witness its death.

"What the hell are you?"

Boluogo looked at the vast darkness and couldn't help but ask questions.

The darkness gave Bologg the answer.

In the dark shadows, pairs of scarlet eyes opened one after another, and the blood was filled with irrational madness. At the same time, the umbilical cord that was about to be torn by Boluoge also healed quickly, and there was a stronger sound coming from it. The knot also needs a strong pulling force.

Something is coming, not from the sky, but from the depths of the earth.

"Bologo Lazarus."

The darkness called Boluogo's name, and the moment Boluogo looked at it, it also saw Boluogo.

If the Sublime One is divided into the trinity of body, mind, and spirit to distinguish the container that carries the power, the will that controls the power, and the power itself, then does this rule apply to...darkness?

The devil is the will of darkness, the etheric realm is the container that holds darkness, and these shadows are the essence of that evil force.

While Boluogo guessed, the shadow began to boil, and countless tars puffed out bubbles, as if something was about to rise from under the tar.

In the extremely turbid stench, the wriggling tar gathered into a clear figure.

"Long time no see, Boluogo."

Mammon crossed her hands on her chest, her ever-changing face full of sarcasm.

A bone-chilling chill caught up with Boluogo. It was not until this moment that he remembered an issue that he had always ignored. Devils are the projection of dark forces in the material world, but this does not mean that they will not appear in the etheric world.

"My poor child."

The tar cracked, and another figure rose up. She held the swarm-eating beast with only its head left, and watched it disintegrate little by little in her arms.

Beelzebub put down the broken body and looked at Boluogo expressionlessly.

"I've finally waited for you, Boluogo."