Endless Debt.

Chapter 758 The Last Moment

Chapter 758 The Last Moment

The operation started faster than Bologo had expected. On the second day after Burlogo had just informed Palmer that he was going to join the Death Squad, Jeffrey woke up Burlogo with a phone call. The matter was urgent. , Burlogo has been fully armed and took the subway with Palmer.

In the armed subway exclusive to the Bureau of Order, in the shaking carriage, there were only Burlogo and Palmer, and the atmosphere was a little quiet. Both of them were checking their weapons to ensure that they were in peak condition.

Palmer first wiped his storm feather. This alchemy weapon from Vaughn is currently Palmer's main weapon. The second is the revolver named Guanlei that Palmer has followed for a long time. With this revolver, there are also expensive alchemy warheads.

In the past, in order to save money, Palmer would only carry a small amount of alchemy warheads on his body, but this time, as if he was going to empty out his home, all the ammunition he carried were deadly alchemy warheads.

In addition to these two conventional weapons, Palmer also has a new thing, a tourniquet on his wrist, but this tourniquet looks a bit old, exuding a lingering smell, like The blood was mixed with the disinfectant water.

A dice pendant is attached to the tourniquet.

Since the trip to Pleasureland, Burlogo had resisted dice and such things, but Palmer loved it.

"Any punk decoration?" asked Burlogo, who knew Palmer liked the niche stuff.

"No, this is a contract item." Palmer wrote lightly.

Bologoduo paid attention to Palmer.

"It was assigned by the Bureau of Order. I saw this thing on the list a long time ago, but at that time I didn't have enough merit to apply for it. Later... Later I felt that there was no need to apply for this thing, until now."

"What are its abilities?"

"It's very simple. Rolling the dice will distort reality according to the value rolled. The larger the value, the luckier you are, and the smaller the value, the more unlucky you are."

Palmer raised his hand and shook the dice in front of Burlogo, "This thing is very suitable for my gift."

"Now you have become a complete gambler." Bologo didn't express too much opinion on Palmer and this contract object, but simply stated.

"We're all gamblers, gamblers with our heads pinned to our waistbands, we just don't admit it," Palmer complained in a low voice. Killing is killing, pretending to be elegant is just a hypocritical tonality."

Burlogo feels that Palmer has grown a lot through this incident.

He whispered, "Win or lose."

"I'll keep winning," Palmer said stubbornly.

"There will always be a day when you lose everything."

"The day I lose is the date of my death. I know very well that everyone has a date of death," Palmer put his sleeve over the tourniquet and covered the dice. "It's you, you won't die, even if you lose , it’s only temporary, you will always win back.”

"But it doesn't feel good to lose," Burlogo said, nodding, "May we keep winning."

The tremor in the carriage stopped, the two arrived at their destination, the leisurely atmosphere completely disappeared, and the two became completely tense.

Palmer unconsciously pressed his hand on the handle of the gun at his waist, maintaining a high degree of concentration so that he could pull out the revolver or draw out the throwing knife in time when he encountered an emergency.

So did Borrog, with one hand resting on the hilt at his side, and the other resting lightly on the handle of the ax protruding from behind.

There was a cold metallic chill from the grudge bite, and an eerie warmth from the wooden handle of the hand axe, as if a fire was burning quietly, waiting to be poured with blood.

The stale air of the Great Rift poured into his nostrils, Borrog thought, and soon there would be thick blood here.

A few minutes later, Burlogo and Palmer arrived at the rendezvous.

Burlogo suspected he had gone the wrong way.

The surrounding fog is surging, and the rusty air corridor is looming. This place should be a rotten and dead atmosphere, but a red carpet has been laid out on this desolate and muddy land.

One after another, round tables covered with white cloth were placed on the red carpet, with desserts, fine wines, and burning candlesticks placed on the round tables.

Bologo suspects that he is not here to fight, but to attend an open-air reception.

Looking around, the others had already arrived here first, and Burlogo and Palmer looked like they were late.

On the side of the open-air reception, there was a crowd of people who were out of place and ready to fight. Bologo first saw Lebius and Jeffrey, and then Bologo saw a person wearing a red light armor with a stern face. Smiling, holding a goblet in his hand.

Everyone looked ready to fight, but he was the only one who was clearly wearing armor, but his frivolous demeanor seemed to be drunk.This is a banquet that belongs to him alone.This was also the first time that Bologo saw this stranger, but the moment he saw the other person's back, Bologo knew the identity of the other person.

The sixth seat is Red Dog.

The red dog seemed to have noticed something, he turned his head and saw Burrog and Palmer, after looking at them, he raised his glass happily, "I remember these two faces, he is your team member, right? "

Levius did not respond.

Bologo knew the grievances and grievances between Levius and the red dog. He didn't expect Lebius to maintain such a calm posture, but when he remembered the appearance of Lebius when talking on the street, Bologo He felt that Lebius' calmness now was a sign before the storm.

Red Dog had a disgusting smile on his face, he always looked like this, "Lebius, why are you so silent, why don't you introduce me?"

"Red Dog, I don't want to smash your face here." Lebius said indifferently.

"Oh?"

Red Dog crossed his arms, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "I'm really looking forward to it."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Burlogo and Palmer, holding a wine glass in one hand and hanging the other hand in the air, as if preparing to shake hands with them.

His eyes swept over the two faces, and soon he recognized their identities.

"You are Mr. Bologo Lazarus." The red dog extended his hand towards Bologo, "I heard that you will lead the team in the future. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Burrog didn't stretch out his hand, and looked into Red Dog's eyes without emotion.He knew that this would be a difficult opponent.

"Well, it seems that you are indeed a member of Levius's team, and even your temperament is exactly the same."

The red dog glanced at Palmer again, instead of asking for trouble, he waved his arms, raised his voice, and shouted to the people around him.

"Everyone, let's have a drink!"

The red dog walked on the red carpet, and Burlogo felt that the red dog was a person with an over-acting personality. The two were somewhat similar, but Burlogo's acting personality would only appear when the enemy was executed.

Under the instruction of the red dog, the king's secret sword held such a simple open-air reception here to see off the next action, just like the ceremony before the battle of the knights in the old days.

The red dog stepped on the round table with one foot. He kept his balance, and the round table did not shake at all.

"Today we will slaughter those stupid traitors. Their fate is already doomed, and they are destined to be crushed under my feet!"

As Red Dog spoke, he pulled out the secret sword at his waist. Compared with Red Dog, his weapon attracted Burlogo's attention more.

It was a flame-shaped sword. The cold and hard metal had a sense of movement, like a flying flame.

But as if cursed, its original metal texture was dull, as if it had been soaked in blood, and the runes on the sword lost their former glory and turned into a spooky form.

Seeing the sword, Lebius' eyes trembled. He remembered the sword, the blade that cut his friend's throat.

The blade exudes an icy cold aura, which makes people feel ominous. Its patterns seem to be endless blood vessels, suppressing the power of the curse in the blade, emitting a gloomy light all the time.

Bologo suspects that it is also a contract item. Compared with the alchemy weapon, although the contract item has a terrible price, it will also give extremely strong power.

This flame-shaped sword was once a treasure admired by everyone, but now it has become a representative of malice and curse, and has become the fear in the hearts of the righteous and the brave.

Red Dog continued his pre-battle proclamation, every sound so harsh.

"Their betrayal has drawn our ire and they will pay for what they have done.

They will be destroyed by our own hands. Like all traitors, no one can escape judgment. Evil thoughts and dark forces have formed an inescapable net of hell, and they are firmly imprisoned!

Ashes!Become a slave!

Spend the rest of your life in screaming and pain, be a warning to all traitors, be crucified in the tower! "

The red dog's shout was deafening, and the other secret swords followed him, pulling out their blades one after another, and raising them to the sky.

In contrast, the field staff of the Bureau of Order stood indifferently, not at all infected by the atmosphere of the king's secret sword.

Burrog felt this difference. He knew that this was the difference between the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword. The Order Bureau was more like a modern military company, while the King's Secret Sword still maintained the traditional knight culture. It can be seen from their clothing and weapons.

The proclamation of the curse spread into the sea of ​​fog, and Palmer whispered, "Won't this startle the snake?"

"The Great Rift has been completely sealed off, and if the Shadow King isn't an idiot, he must know what's going to happen," Burrog said. Why do you call us Death Squad?"

Palmer understood, but he didn't have the slightest fear. He just touched the dice on his wrist, feeling the coldness of the metal and the undulation of the pattern, as if this could make him feel at ease.

The red dog walked down the round table, and the other secret swords had already started drinking, they only drank half a glass, and then spilled the remaining half glass on the blades.

In the old days, the knights of the Kogadel Empire would sprinkle the remaining half glass of wine at the feet of their horses. Now the sword replaced the horse and became their indispensable partner.

As every field operative knows, the blade is not just their weapon, it's a status symbol.

"A very good declaration, enough to make everyone lose their minds and send you to death." Lebius commented indifferently.

The red dog leaned to one side, looking at the crowd preparing for the battle in front of him, he seemed to be enjoying the hustle and bustle.

His eyes became blurred, and the red dog's expression was very indifferent, as if he saw everything around him, but he didn't seem to see anything in his eyes.

"Honor, status, a will bound by deplorable decency," Red Dog shot back, "I like these things, and you can fool a man to death just by saying something nice."

"But compared to these, I like you more, the magic power of your Bureau of Order," Red Dog said puzzled, "You don't need any pre-war declarations, and you don't need any promises of honor, status, or noble status to be able to Tricking this group of people to death... I wonder why."

"Because it's a job, a responsibility," Lebius said, "you won't understand."

The red dog raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Lebius, you have changed a lot, I still remember the way you roared at me, you were like a lion at that time, but look at you now, it's time to erase Have you lost your hatred? You are too calm, like a vicious snake."

"Some things, the simpler they are, the more complicated they are. For some people, the calmer they appear, the more they hide." Red Dog said triumphantly, as if showing off his wisdom.

He went on to say, "The real dangerous people are not those who pretend to be ghosts, but those who show their faces."

Lebius said calmly, "Are you talking about me?"

Red Dog still smiled lightly and said, "I'm not talking about you, I'm just talking about some truth."

"Then are you the pretender?" Lebius asked back.

"maybe."

The red dog still looked indifferent, but Lebius's calmness showed a high degree of restraint. From the first moment he saw the red dog, he couldn't wait to kill the red dog.

"Lebius, what would you think if one day you found that everything you held on to was meaningless?"

Red Dog asked abruptly, the topic changed so quickly, Lebius didn't know how to answer for a while.

There is no need for him to answer.

"It will become like me."

The red dog laughed extremely hard, as if cursing Lebius.

"Everything is meaningless, so everything I do, the condemnation of others, life and death, are meaningless, that is to say... I can do whatever I want!"

The red dog is like a mad patient, always maintaining a high level of excitement, "I'm already looking forward to how I will kill your team members after everything is over."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. At this moment, a powerful hand pressed Red Dog's shoulder and his restless heart.

"Don't forget, what are we here for?" The voice of the fourth seat was cold.

The fourth seat doesn't like red dog. Most of the people in King's Secret Sword don't like red dog very much. He is a rebellious guy who always maintains a playful attitude, as if the whole world is for him. In other words, it is a crazy playground, and he is the only player.

He doesn't care about anything.

"Alright alright."

Red Dog was a little upset, but there was nothing he could do. Although Levius and Jeffrey couldn't kill him at that time, they also caused heavy damage to Red Dog.

Lebius was burdened with a soul scar, and the stability of the alchemy matrix was greatly weakened. His path to promotion became extremely dangerous, but the same was true for Red Dog. The scar engraved into his soul almost blocked his path to glory. The way forward.

"The fourth seat."

When Lebius saw the fourth seat, he nodded gently. The burly man in front of him was one of the few among the king's secret swords who could talk rationally.

The division of seats in the King's Secret Sword is not based on the strength of power, but on the basis of different functions. Among them, the higher the seat, the more power they have.

Red Dog was regarded as a genius second only to Xilin in the King's Secret Sword. He was already a defender at a young age and reached the sixth seat. According to his prediction, the rank of Red Dog who touches glory is just It is a matter of time, and the higher seat is already in the bag.

But the secret war changed everything. Red Dog thought it was just his beginning, but he never thought it would be the pinnacle.Since the Secret War, he has been occupying the sixth seat without any change.

If it was just like this, Red Dog's heart would not be as twisted and deformed as it is now. What really makes him feel painful is the pursuit of latecomers, such as the fourth seat.

The former fourth seat had died in a secret war, and his seat had been vacant for a long time. Red Dog thought he would take over this seat, but he never thought that he would be replaced by this person in front of him.

He is younger than Red Dog, has a more advanced alchemy matrix, and has more room for future growth.

Red Dog sometimes thinks, if it wasn't for the betrayal of the second faction, maybe he had already been replaced by someone, and turned into a secret sword with a little seniority.

Of course, these things are not important. Red Dog may have been troubled and painful because of this, but when he saw the existence deep in the pillar of kingship, everything became meaningless.

"You're all idiots," Red Dog thought to himself, looking over one fanatical face after another, "you're all complete idiots."

You are the only one awake.

Thinking of this, the red dog felt inexplicably absurd, and couldn't help showing a crazy smile.

It's all just a meaningless game.

Seat Four asked, "When do we start?"

As soon as the question was asked, a noise flashed through Lebius' mind, followed by Uriel's voice.

"The goods have arrived."

Before the voice fell, footsteps came from behind the thick fog. A tall black figure was walking towards here with a heavy iron box on his back. Lebius saw his face clearly. It was Hart who was supposed to be on vacation. In addition to Hart, Camp, and Shelley, the temporary action team got together again.

"Don't worry, we are in charge of delivering the goods and not participating in the battle."

Hart noticed Bologo, waved to him, and explained, then he put the iron box next to Lebius, and whispered to him, "Fortunately, I caught up."

Lebius stroked the iron box, his hanging heart finally settled down, and then said to the fourth seat and Bologo, "You can start to act."

The main body of the raid team was the King's Secret Sword. The Bureau of Order only sent Bologo and Palmer. They had previously raided the Fog Abyss Fortress and played the roles of guides and warlords.Although the two warlords may be backstabbed at any time, but fortunately one is undead, and the other is luckier.

The king's secret sword will be the main force to destroy the guard of the servant king, which is part of the price for trading Xilin's body.

In order to avoid any abnormal behavior of the king's secret sword, the main force of the Bureau of Order blocked the big crack and monitored the movements of other king's secret swords.

Bologo received the order and walked straight forward. Palmer followed closely behind him, and then several members of the King's Secret Sword. Lebius watched them leave, and then he saw the fourth seat following him. Let them go and join the team.

"An accident?" Red Dog's voice sounded, "Do you think I will be the one who participated in the raid, and the fourth seat is staying here?"

Lebius nodded calmly, not intending to hide his thoughts.

"what is this?"

The red dog put his hand on Levius' shoulders, and the two of them were very close, so close that Levius could feel the red dog's breathing, and at this distance, Levius could hit him with a single punch. his heart.

Lebius restrained himself.

"You'll know right away."

Lebius opened the iron box as he spoke, and the compressed gas escaped along the gap, raising dust.

Inside the box was an armor, a shiny new armor.

This is an armor from the old era, every inch of the rounded surface has been polished extremely smooth, and even those heavy metal plates are engraved with exquisite patterns like a work of art.

The edges of the armor are covered with golden decorations. There are looming arcs and curves pulled out in front of the metal plate, making the whole armor look as if it was forged from gold and iron tin. It eliminates the gaps in the armor and makes it look more perfect.

This armor is not the kind of cumbersome, difficult-to-move weight, it is light and free, while protecting the human body, it also allows people to wear it to gallop on the battlefield with ease, without any constraints.

The iconic exquisite gold decoration of the sublimation furnace core injects a ray of charm and charm into the cold metal, turning this cruel and thrilling war into an art of killing.

There was a glimmer of light in Lebius' eyes. Under the control of the secret energy, the armor stood up like a ghost knight. At the same time, more footsteps came from the fog.

One after another, the blade biting wolves came out of the hazy mist and surrounded the red dog, as if hunting him.

"Oh? To tear up the agreement, start a war?"

Red Dog put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and his tone was full of joy, as if this was what he wanted.

Lebius looked at him indifferently, and the depressive atmosphere reached an unimaginable peak after Bologo and others left.

Leaving the sea of ​​fog, Nethaniel had a final round of conversation with the twisted and loathsome monster among the huge creations towering between the cities.

"I still want to ask again, are you sure?"

Nethaniel said.

"Are you sure you want to hand over Xilin's body to them?"

(End of this chapter)