Endless Debt.

Chapter 759 Surrender to...

Chapter 759 Surrender to...

Since knowing that the Secret War was an outright hoax, Nethaniel has never seen the people again.

until today.

Nethaniel's appearance was much worse than before, he no longer had decent clothes, and his whole body was sloppy, as if he had aged many years.

Sorrowful emotions lingered in his mind, and whenever he thought of everything about the secret war, he would feel an inexplicable sense of betrayal, but when he really raised his sword for revenge, he didn't know where to swing the slash.

Confused and ignorant, like a ghost who doesn't know where to go.

"It has been repeated many times, Deputy Director Nethaniel."

A booming sound sounded from the darkness, and everyone did not use any virtual images to face Nethaniel, and moved their real and ugly posture out of the darkness.

"After the votes of the previous directors, everyone decided to hand over Xilin's body to the king's secret sword."

A judgment-like voice sounded, and Nethaniel clenched his fists involuntarily.

The crowd is like a huge mountain of meat, looking from a distance, it is simply a mountain range in a nightmare.The flesh is distorted and deformed, and seems to be pieced together from various animal and human fragments.

The surface of Roshan is inlaid with countless masks. Each mask has a different expression, from a gentle smile to a ruthless expression, and some creepy expressions. These masks seem to be constantly changing , showing their shocking magic in a serious manner.

It doesn't seem to have a real head and limbs, and the surface is covered with black mechanical cables. The cables extend from the inside, penetrating through the monster's biological flesh. With the beating of the heart and the circulation of blood, the cables are like vines. Every part of the monster is tightly controlled and constantly wriggling.

"Do not……"

Nethaniel is unwilling to accept this reality. He feels that not only has he been betrayed, but everything he has given has also become a joke under the choice of everyone.

"How can you do this!"

Nethaniel said loudly, Xilin's body is their spoil, a painful spoil, if he wants to stop the determination of the people, he can only be here, at this moment.

Since the birth of the All, it has been under absolute strict protection, and no one has ever been able to harm it.

Nethaniel glared at the crowd. This monster, like the nightmare of the creator, was conceived in the darkness. It constantly devoured everything around it, turning everything covered by it into a part of itself.

"Deputy Director Nethaniel, you are a little out of control, and everyone recommends that you stay rational."

"reason?"

Nethaniel seemed to have heard a joke, "In the secret war, so many deaths were just for such inexplicable things..."

"Any attack on the public will be regarded as treason."

The voices of the crowd were still cold, "According to the guidelines set by the first director, the crowd will be given the power to fight back."

A booming sound resounded from the bodies of the crowd, and Nethaniel felt a sudden rise in temperature, as if a volcanic furnace was erupting in the bodies of the crowd.

The darkness dissipated, and more huge bodies came into Nethaniel's eyes.

Nethaniel suddenly had an inexplicable idea that he might not be able to win the crowd.

more angry.

"You say I'm a traitor, so what are you?" Nethaniel couldn't understand, "Secret War, and what's happening now, is this also the optimal solution deduced by some bullshit exhaustive method!"

"You are the traitor! Everyone!"

Everyone was silent for a while, the roar in its body weakened, and the rising temperature also stopped.

"They wanted to tell a story, a very short one."

As everyone said, they hid in the darkness again, and Nethaniel couldn't see it at all, but then he heard clear footsteps, and a strange yet familiar figure stepped out of the darkness.

It was a taciturn man. He looked a little thin, but his muscles were firm, with an indescribable strength, and his shallow wrinkles were tightly locked, full of years of polishing.

The clothes are simple, not coquettish but sharp, a casually matched black robe is draped over him, almost blending with the darkness, the only decoration is a delicate brooch made of ruby, the ruby ​​emits crystal clear light, It shines with its unique brilliance.

Nethaniel remembered this man. In his life, this was the second time he saw this man. The last time he saw him was at the inauguration ceremony of his deputy director.

The two met very few times, but Nethaniel was no stranger to this man. His name had long been engraved into Nethaniel's soul, and everything in the Bureau of Order was based on the land he had rammed.

"Director Albert."

Nethaniel clearly knew that it was an illusory shadow constructed by everyone, but he still lowered his head slightly to show respect for this legendary existence.

"It's been a long time, Nethaniel."

Albert was smiling, and his frowning brows revealed deep thoughts, even if it was just a phantom, but standing in front of Nethaniel, he was still as indestructible as an ancient castle.

"I wonder why this is..."

Nethaniel was in great pain, "My friends, my loved ones, they thought they died for honor, but now it seems that those are just ridiculous lies."

Albert's expression didn't change at all, his temperament was deep and intriguing, as if there was an unknown power lurking in the depths, which made people involuntarily awe.

"You know the history of the Alfredo family. Like the Krex family, we also made great contributions to the Dawn War that defeated the Eternal Night Empire."

"What does that have to do with all this?"

"Listen to me, Nethaniel, listen to me."

Nethaniel is like a believer seeking salvation, and Albert is a priest listening to his confession. His demeanor is proud and calm, and he looks at the things in front of him with foresight.

Even if he is just a phantom.

He is like an ancient and mysterious legend, standing in the long river of time, feeling the baptism of the years, but still sticking to his beliefs and dogmas in the wind and rain, until the last second.

"The hatred between the Alfredo family and the Eternal Night Empire existed long before the Dawn War. At that time, my family was weak, and my ancestors were hiding to avoid conflict with the Eternal Night Empire.

But there is such a person among them, he is arrogant and arrogant, he is so arrogant, he spurns others' retreat, and scolds their cowardice, if no one stands up, he will fight against the Eternal Night Empire by himself .

For this reason, he raised an army. He thought he could defeat the Eternal Night Empire... Even if they captured a province, they were completely wiped out when they fought the first city.

The power of the Eternal Night Empire was far beyond his imagination. His friends were all dead, but he himself survived alone. He realized his weakness, so he hid back in his family, lived in peace, and never said anything about destroying it. The words of the Eternal Night Empire. "

Albert asked back, "Do you think his life is a joke? Does everything he does make sense?"

Nethaniel didn't answer, but his eyes said everything.

Albert then asked, "So... Nethaniel, do you think what you did in Secret War is a joke? Is there any point?"

Nethaniel was stunned for a moment, he found the ridicule in Albert's words, this bastard was ravaging his blood and pain.

Albert ignored Nethaniel's reaction, and he continued, "If the story ends here, it is indeed a complete joke, a sad joke."

"But his story is not over."

Albert approached Nethaniel and put his hands on his shoulders. It was clearly an illusion, but Nethaniel felt the full weight from his shoulders, as if lifting a mountain.

"To be precise, the stories of Alfredo's family and the stories of mortals are not over.

His joke-like life was not meaningless. After his death, one of his sons, his grandsons, among his unknown generations of descendants heard his story, and the rest of the family , When seeing him as a joke, that person was inspired by him and by the stories of his ancestors. "

Albert said softly, "That man is my grandfather. Later, in the Daybreak War 100 years ago, he exposed the Night Race to the sun, and the torture lasted for seven days and seven nights."

Nethaniel felt his heartbeat stop for a moment.

"My grandfather inspired me again, I established the Bureau of Order, and in the long years after my death, in this weird way, lingering on."

Albert held up Nethaniel's face pitifully, and declared.

"Nesanil, the sacrifice of you, your friends, and everyone is not a joke, just like the gently flapping wings of a butterfly, your achievements will eventually become a great cause, but it is too far away, so far away that no one of you can see it Unexpected, unpredictable.”

Nethaniel fell into absolute silence. At this moment, the concept of time seemed to be blurred. In the short moment of thinking, it seemed that thousands of years had passed.

"Blind, even paranoid trust," Nethaniel said quietly, "This is Rule One."

"You will know the answers to everything...after you die, after your brains, your thoughts join us."

Albert asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"She...does she know that all this is a lie?" Nethaniel burst into tears, "Does she know that this ridiculous sacrifice is just for the victory someday in the distant future?"

"I know," a cold voice sounded in the darkness, "My only regret is that I didn't say goodbye to you personally, which makes me very guilty."

The woman walked out of the darkness, her slender figure reflected wonderful curves and elegant posture, her skin was as white as ivory, clean and flawless, as if she was about to emit a shimmer.

A long white dress slowly fell down her body, sewn with delicate and soft silk, the clothes were gorgeous but not luxurious, exuding a noble and elegant atmosphere.

She appeared in the most familiar and perfect posture in Nethaniel's memory.

Nethaniel looked at her, even if it was only a phantom, it calmed all the restlessness in his heart.

"Yo, Nethaniel."

Seeing Nethaniel's appearance, the woman couldn't help laughing, "Even now, I can't believe that such a rebellious guy like you will be tamed by me."

Those were a pair of beautiful and deep eyes, one couldn't bear to look away, the soft light flickered in her pupils, revealing wisdom and calmness, as if all troubles could not disturb her inner peace.

"You don't need to tame me," Nethaniel walked towards her, "I surrender to you on my own initiative."

The temperament of a woman is noble and gentle, with compassion and courage intertwined in it, making people approach her involuntarily. This is how Nethaniel was attracted to her at the beginning.

She is Nethaniel's muse, every movement of her is a beating note, performing a movement of life, which makes Nethaniel completely immersed in it.

"I'm also sorry, sorry, I didn't tell you how important you are to me."

Even though Nethaniel is the One of Glory and the deputy director of the Bureau of Order, sometimes he still feels that the idea of ​​all mankind is too heavy for him.

Nethaniel said softly, "But if this is your wish..."

If only for an illusory last wish.

The woman smiled and said nothing, Nethaniel said nothing.

Time flowed silently, and Albert watched all this until Nethaniel broke the dead silence.

He looked at the woman reluctantly, then looked at Albert with cold eyes, and said in a low voice, "Regulation [-]."

"Regulation one." Albert nodded in response.

Nethaniel disappeared into the darkness, leaving the Hall of the Upside Down.

"Does this count as me convincing him?" Albert said to himself.

"No, he just lacks a pillar. The things that supported him have been burned away under the flames of truth. The reason why he looks like that is just that he urgently needs another pillar."

The woman said, "Like my wish."

"Is he so easy to control?" Albert was puzzled.

"He just loves me so much that even a phantom will comfort him."

"Phantom?"

Albert raised his illusory palm. He and the woman are just virtual personalities constructed by everyone. The so-called self-awareness is also simulated based on data.

They were once real, but now they are phantoms.

Albert said to himself in his heart, "At least our will is still real."

Something was coming, and the conversation between the two couldn't help but stop.

An invisible dark force permeated the air.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and decay, and accompanied by the deep and terrifying sound of rushing water, the corpses of weak animals and unknown creatures were pushed ashore.

The two heard the frantic screaming and moaning of the animals.

he came.

Wearing a bloated and bulky diving suit, he came on the Kuroshio Current.

"Long time no see, Albert."

When the astronaut saw Albert, he motioned to him, looked at the woman, and praised, "Thank you for your sacrifice, ma'am, otherwise I really couldn't think of a way to deceive my blood relative."

Woman salutes astronaut, "It's all about 'New Future'."

While Belphegor was restrained by the Bureau of Order, he also restrained the Bureau of Order. Belphegor had always been suspicious of the decision-making room until he corrupted women in his self-righteousness, but he never thought that the Secret War was a A lie, it deceives everyone.

"Did he believe it?" Albert asked.

"He believed it," said the astronaut.

The woman is Belphegor's chosen one, an extended wetware that operates independently of the others, her soul is completely isolated from the others, and physically, she is completely wrapped and blocked by the others.

The woman's self-awareness has also completely disappeared, and now the conversation with the astronauts is only simulated by everyone, that is to say, the chosen one of Belphegor is now just a living corpse.

Belphegor had no useful information other than the perception that his chosen one was at the heart of the decision-making room.

that's enough.

Although the astronaut made an alliance with Belphegor, he knew that his blood relatives were suspicious, and the impenetrable wall would only make him feel uneasy. The astronaut needed to let Belphegor know something, some words that would make him feel at ease.

"What about the rest?"

"Because of Mammon's announcement, I think they all believed it," the astronaut said, "They all thought that I would continue with King Solomon's plan to open up a new world and win the crown of the devil king."

His ridicule continued, "The plan went smoothly, and Burlogo did a great job. He attracted everyone's attention."

"No one can imagine my connection with you, and everyone is equally convinced of the identity of the Chosen One of Burrow...even Burrow himself."

The astronaut took a deep breath, even as a devil, he couldn't help but feel very excited about what happened next.

"let's start."

The darkness engulfed everything, Albert and the woman disappeared, and only the crowd operated silently in the darkness.

The astronaut left the upside-down hall, and when he appeared again, he had come to nothingness, on the desolate land, and the moon dust was flying. This time, he did not stare at the starry sky, but at the ground under his feet.

……

Amyu was sitting in the high-speed armed train. According to the division of positions, she was just an accompanying researcher in charge of cargo security. Amyu often did this kind of thing, but today, this work that should be taken for granted made her feel uncomfortable. She remained tense.

Aimu is not the only one who is nervous, but Baldr is also walking with her. After leaving the sublimation furnace core, Baldr no longer wears the heavy protective clothing, and replaces it with a piece of alchemy armor full of sharp edges. From a researcher to an ancient knight.

The chill atmosphere was concentrated at the other end of the carriage. Not only were they fully armed, but also Mamo, who was a glorious man from the Hall of Scholars.

As alchemists and researchers, they rarely leave the protection of the reclamation room. Mamo can't remember the last time he saw the sky.

Mamo also thought about what kind of moment he would walk out of the reclamation room again, but no matter how he tried to guess, he never thought that he would leave his lair for such a reason.

"Don't be too nervous, everyone, we're just delivering the goods."

Mamo spoke, trying to make the others relax, their nervousness almost burst the carriage.

"Is it just delivery?" Baldr said helplessly, "Even you are dispatched... Is a person of honor personally escorting the delivery?"

Badr had already guessed what he was escorting.

"Well, to be precise, we are just accompanying technicians, responsible for dealing with various technical emergencies," Mamo said, "the real escort is someone else."

Badr asked, "Who is it?"

As soon as the words were finished, Badr heard a noise, like a gust of wind surging and colliding with each other in the airtight tunnel.

Something was approaching, and he caught up with the train at an unimaginable speed, and there were bursts of low metallic sounds.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, the closed carriage door opened, Badr seemed to hear the roar of a lion, and in a strange hallucination, he saw a lion walking into the carriage.

After blinking, it was not a lion, but a tall figure wearing a lion head mask.

The lion head mask looks very old, the metal surface is mottled and rusty, the mane stretches out like a cloud, and the gaps are filled with brown rust, losing the luster of the metal, but with the surge of power , the power of the ether shines with flowing light, like lightning bolts jumping on the surface of the mask.

"Deputy...Deputy Director Nethaniel?" Bader couldn't believe it.

The last time he had seen the mask, during the Secret Wars, when he was a child, he had seen it again now.

Bader knows all too well what it means when a field worker puts on a mask.

Looking at the iron coffin-like goods placed in the carriage, Badr has since confirmed what is inside, and then he realized that the Bureau of Order agreed to the negotiation of the king's secret sword.

"I want to check the goods." Nethaniel said.

Mamo nodded, then he raised his hand, and the power of the ether expanded.

As if the iron coffin had been ordered, countless gaps were cracked on the smooth metal surface, they gradually moved and cracked, and brilliant golden light flowed out from the gaps.

Aimu couldn't help holding her breath... Everyone held their breath, as if on a pilgrimage, staring at the godlike corpse in the iron coffin.

He curled up his limbs, obviously a corpse, but it showed the power and mystery of natural beauty, the beautiful muscle structure, and created an amazing body, obviously soaked in the solution for many years, his skin is still perfect, in a sentence In academic terms, it is finely ground and very tight in texture.

Whether it is a man or a woman, when facing him, they can't help guessing that he is the masterpiece of the Creator.

Each piece of muscle tissue is exquisite to the extreme, comparable to the body in the marble sculpture, and the lines are gracefully intertwined, exposing the strong and flexible posture of a snake.

Even though it was sealed in a container, even though it was a corpse that had been dead for many years, everyone who saw him could not help but have a strange illusion.

He didn't seem to be dead, just sleeping.

The cumbersome lines of the alchemy matrix spread all over his body, constructing a magnificent blueprint, which is reminiscent of the murals, stained glass, and picture scrolls of the old era. These rays of light seem to continuously emanate from every corner and crevice of his body, Forms a gorgeous and mysterious halo.

Amy felt an inexplicable sense of irony, he was so perfect, like a dead god, but when he was alive, he was the tyrannical overlord.

"Xilin..."

Ai Miao whispered the name of the corpse, which indirectly affected the man who Ai Miao's destiny began.

(End of this chapter)