Endless Debt

What is the most terrifying thing for an undead person? Boluogo guessed, it must be death?

It is precisely because of the fear of death that he paid such a heavy price to obtain immortality, enduring years of loneliness and inner torture, just to enjoy the little joy of survival.

coward.

Every undead is a complete coward, but it is such a coward who secretly crafted a dagger capable of killing himself.

If Bolog was Sere, he would definitely seal up this dagger that threatens him forever after overthrowing the Eternal Night Empire, pour it into pig iron, or throw it into the deep sea. It doesn't matter what he does, as long as this A dagger can never see the light of day again.

But Sere did not do this. Instead, he gave it to Olivia, handing over the power that could transcend classes and threaten the pure-blooded night clan to his daughter who had always hated him.

Boluogo looked at the dagger with a complicated expression. He couldn't help but whispered, "I can't tell the difference."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean to Sere?"

Boluogo looked away from the dagger. This dagger was also extremely lethal to the Sublime Ones, but it could not kill him.

"He gave you the ever-changing secret power, so that you can easily avoid the pursuit of others, and also gave you this cruel dagger, so that you have the ability to directly kill your kin... After the Dawn War, you should have no kin anymore. That's right, could it be said that he had already thought that you would make such a mistake?"

Boluogo walked up to Olivia, and the soles of his shoes were stained with the blood of the Night Clan. The blood was not fresh, and the whole thing had a dark black color and a sticky feel, as if it had been left standing in the air for a long time.

Olivia did not answer Boluogo's question. The word Sere had always been a taboo word in her heart, but Boluogo could detect a trace of confusion from the scarlet glow of her eyes.

Olivia was equally at a loss regarding Sere's emotions.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

Palmer opened his eyes and reminded the two of them that during the time they were communicating, he had been vigilantly scouting the surroundings. What Olivia had just killed was just a few ordinary guards. Judging from the disturbed airflow, this time There were dozens or hundreds of enemies approaching here.

This is just the enemy behind the door. Outside the door, the condensers from the Secret Group are quickly conquering the labyrinth created by Boluogo and striding towards here.

Palmer felt that the situation was not good. They might be surrounded from both sides.

Boluogo still looked calm, and he continued to ask, "Are you afraid when you hold this dagger?"

"No, holding it makes me feel very at ease."

Olivia gently played with the dagger, and the cold blade scratched against her skin without leaving any wounds.

"When I hold it, I know that no one can hurt me and if anyone dares to do that, I will slit their throat."

Olivia's voice was firm, with a hint of madness. Her long and lonely life had polished this girl as hard as steel.

"You really don't look like Sere in this way." Boluogo sighed again.

"What will happen to Sere?"

For the first time, Olivia became curious about Sere's story.

"I guess when he held the dagger, he must have been extremely frightened. Maybe the hand he was holding was trembling uncontrollably." Boluogo commented.

"Why?"

"Afraid, he is afraid, afraid that the dagger in his hand can kill his blood relatives, but it can also kill himself," Boluogo taunted, "He is not as brave as you, so he keeps this dagger just for the sake of it. It only increases fear."

Olivia seemed a little surprised. She had never thought that Boluogo would comment on Sere like this.

"I thought you were friends."

"We are friends," said Borogo, "but that doesn't stop me from complaining about him and laughing at him."

Boluogo glanced at Olivia and said viciously, "If Vensere could be braver and more responsible, there wouldn't be so many troubles now, and there wouldn't be so many people dead. "

Olivia was speechless and remained silent, and then vented her confusion and anger on the attacking enemies.

"Palmer, help!"

Bologo raised his sword forward. Although he could judge the enemy's position through ether reaction, Bologo was still not used to this absolute dark vision.

Palmer threw out the storm feathers, which shone with the radiance of the ether, constantly circling in the air, like fireflies flying all over the sky, and like twinkling stars, barely illuminating the darkness.

The first thing that caught Bologo's eyes was the huge space below, which was filled with strictly sealed goods. At a cursory glance, it should be some weapons and supplies.

The light spread in all directions, and the sound of rumbling footsteps, the friction and collision of iron chains, and the extremely hungry and bloodthirsty sounds could be heard in the nearby corridor.

This was not the first time that Boluogo faced the Night Clan. He knew clearly that something was coming. He climbed over the railing and jumped down.

The ferocious bloodthirsty ones were like a herd of beasts, squeezing each other and roaring out from the narrow corridor. But before they could reach Boluogo, Boluogo just glanced at them, mercilessly. The ether dug into their bodies like sharp needles.

Gather, brew, and explode!

Explosions sounded one after another, and the bodies of the bloodthirsty ones expanded one after another, exploding into countless fragments and filled with blood mist on the spot.

A few of them struggled to step on the corpses and bloodstains and arrived in front of Boluogo. They were about to chop off Boluogo's head with their claws, but they saw the arc of ether on Boluogo's body flash, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. The discerning slash is achieved calmly in the breath.

The bloodthirsty people passed by Boluogo. They rushed a few meters away along the path of attack, and then stumbled and fell to the ground. Their bodies became torn into pieces. The sections of flesh and blood were extremely neat and smooth, and the blood was gurgling. The ground overflows, pushing the bloody atmosphere of the entire space to the extreme.

"These bloodthirsty men are not yet armed."

Boluogo kicked away the corpse at his feet, "It is not wearing armor, and it has not been implanted with alchemy... It looks like a group of new products that have just been born."

In the previous battle in the Windy Highlands, Boluogo encountered a large number of bloodthirsty people. They were as crazy as beasts, and like alchemical creatures, they carried out subsequent weapon strengthening. For high-level sublimation practitioners, they are not a big threat, but they can bring a lot of pressure to low-level sublimation practitioners. They can even form groups and be enough to disperse the low-level sublimation practitioners. front.

It's just that Boluogo is no longer the low-level condenser he was before. As a defender, he can kill these mindless beasts as easily as he beats the gangsters on the streets.

Consciousness guided the ether, and the invisible tip of the knife slashed forward along the corridor. Boluogo did not see the approaching bloodthirsties, but successive explosions came from the darkness, announcing their demise.

"With the exception of Olivia, all Night Clan are hostile targets."

Bologg reiterated the regulations and strode forward. Palmer followed closely behind Bologg and put his hand on Bologg's shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was using Bologg as a guide stick. .

The birds are still flying freely in this underground space, picking up pieces of information and returning to Palmer. In his mind, he uses the branches of these information to build a nest model that only exists in his mind.

Palmer frowned, sweat beading on his forehead. The outline of the entire underground space became clearer in his mind. He saw many single cells like cells, arranged together, merging into a huge underground space. prison.

Many people live in it, their breaths are weak, and many people are being moved, heading deeper, and the sounds of thousands of breathing become clearer, until the sound seems to be directly next to Palmer's ears. sounded.

Palmer heard it and repeated the words in his mind.

"Help...help..."

"Move them...send them away immediately."

"Get in the boat, get in the boat, don't stop."

Fierce words and sad tones were mixed together to create a tragic scene. Palmer was no stranger to this. He had heard it as early as when he returned to the city during the Decay Epidemic incident. There were similar lamentations from the citizens.

Palmer opened his eyes and grabbed Burlogo's shoulders hard, stopping his progress.

"Right here," Palmer lowered his head and looked at where the three of them were standing, "right here deep underground."

Boluogo didn't hesitate at all. His bite pierced the ground. After a brief pause, a cross crack opened on the ground. The bricks and stones did not collapse directly towards the next layer. Instead, they rose up in all directions and piled up high soil. mound.

This operation was very special, not only to kill all the enemies, but also to do everything possible to save those poor people. Boluogo did not want his rough breakthrough to lead to the death of a group of innocent people.

Olivia took over Borogo's work. Her fighting was far less efficient than Borogo's. The shadow blade slashed randomly, mincing the approaching bloodthirsty into pieces, and painted lines on the walls and the ground. A trail of hideous bloodstains.

Smelling the fishy blood, Olivia couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. She was slightly immersed in the sweet feeling, and then she woke up, with disgust in her eyes.

As if to punish himself for being addicted to the blood, the shadow blade cut Olivia's wrist open. Although the wound healed within a few seconds, the clear pain still went straight into her brain, alerting Olivia.

"Let's go."

Boluogo looked at the huge cross scar that cracked on the ground. While speaking, he jumped directly towards the bottom of the dark pit.

Palmer followed closely as usual, but this time his expression was much more solemn. Even if he stopped investigating the surrounding environment, those constant whines were still echoing in his mind, affecting his mind. A certain impact.

In a daze, Palmer remembered a story he saw as a child, in which a prophet made a wish to the devil, hoping that he could become a being who knew all things.

The devil did not reject the prophet, but hoped that he would think deeply about the fact that all power has a price.

The prophet did not hesitate. He stubbornly reiterated his wish. This time the devil no longer persuaded him, but directly gave him the power of omniscience and omnipotence.

In an instant, the prophet knew the past and the future, and also understood the meaning of the existence of all things. The secrets that had been carefully hidden were revealed in front of his eyes, and everyone's most disgusting and disgusting thoughts were also exposed.

First he felt ecstatic, as if a deformed and perverted pleasure had been satisfied, and then came the grief that almost tore his mind apart.

The prophet glimpsed the secrets and knew the beauty of the world. Similarly, the sorrows of hundreds of millions of people from the past and the future also appeared in his mind.

It was such a huge sorrow that it easily buried the prophet.

At that time, Palmer didn't understand the meaning of this story. Now, listening to those mournful cries, he somewhat understood.

The fall lasted for several seconds, and Boluogo landed firmly on the ground. His vision was no longer dim, replaced by dazzling lights. Noisy noises came from all directions, along with the sound of rushing water. It's like a waterfall is gushing.

Boluogo saw his surroundings clearly. He was in a huge underground cave. It did not appear to be naturally formed. There were traces of excavation everywhere. One could imagine a group of masters of the ruling school working hard here. appearance.

This place has been transformed into an underground port. The underground river is wide and flows from one side, submerged in the darkness. The rapids are constant. The cargo ship is docked at the port. A group of night people with scarlet eyes are urging rows of people to be quilted. The mutilated people were shackled together in series and ordered to board the cargo ship.

They noticed the arrival of Boluogo and the others. After a brief moment of confusion, someone sounded the alarm. Strong ether reactions rose from the crowd. Some people rushed towards Boluogo and others, while others accelerated the transport of people. .

This time, Boluogo didn't say hello to anyone else. Under the aether's amplification, he crushed the ground with his foot and sped away like a cannonball.

A Night Tribe collided head-on with Boluogo. The moment their figures intertwined, his head was thrown high and his torso was broken into several pieces, dragging a long trail of blood mist, like the tail flame of fireworks.

No one saw clearly how Bologo swung his sword. Everything happened so fast. When the following Night Tribes reacted, Bologo had already rushed in front of them.

A Night Clan decisively grabbed the mutilated men on the side, trying to use them as human shields to block Bologe's sword blow, but Bologe just raised his hand, and suddenly, a needle-like stinging sensation hit the Night Clan. Spread on the body surface.

He felt as if there were thousands of steel needles piercing his flesh and blood and penetrating his bones. His joints were restricted by some kind of force and stiffened together. His whole body stood in place like a sculpture. Then he heard something coming from inside his body. The intense, blood-flowing sound, and the heart rate keeps rising until it reaches a peak.

Boom——

A dull explosion sounded from Ye Clan's body. His chest and abdomen expanded rapidly, exploding into a cloud of blood mist. His internal organs were rotten into flesh and dripped all over the floor.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable emotions, and his chest and abdomen seemed to have been hollowed out, quickly shriveling up, and then the entire body fell into a pool of blood. The flesh rubbed against the ground, with blood as a lubricant, like It was a mop soaked in water that rubbed on the ground.

The blood splashed by the explosion fell on the bodies of the mutilated people around them. It was not until the slightly cold blood scratched their skin that they realized what had happened.

There was no fear, no lamentation, and from beginning to end, they did not exchange a single word with Boluogo, but they knew instinctively that Boluogo was here to save them.

Even though Boluogo looks a hundred times more violent than the Night Clan.

Bologo wiped away the blood on his face expressionlessly, and said in a calm voice, "I am Bologo Lazarus, the leader of the special operations team of the Order Bureau. According to the regulations, I will give priority to protecting civilian units."

The disabled people looked at him with dull eyes. After being tortured for a long time, they had lost the ability to think, let alone distinguish Bologo's words.

Bureau of Order? what is that?

Boluogo sighed helplessly, and before the other Night Clan's attacks arrived, he shouted loudly in words that the disabled people could understand.

"Everyone! I'm here to save you!"

The simple words were like drumsticks, playing into their dead hearts.

"So... cheers!"

Boluogo roared and dominated the ground. Solid rocks rose from the ground, forming an arc-shaped shield wall to protect the crowd.

As the howling wind approached, Palmer passed over Bolog's head, and the rapier thrust out at high speed, piercing through a series of bodies, leaving broken limbs and remains on the ground.