Endless Debt.

Chapter 772

Chapter 772

Among the dark ruins, a figure on the verge of breaking down fell in the corner of the rock.

The Shadow King's plan was very successful. Using himself as a bait, he borrowed the power of the devil to detonate the plague of decay. Even the first seat was the Glory, and he was torn apart and severely injured by such a terrifying force.

If there is no fourth seat, the killing array designed by the Shadow King may really be able to eliminate this enemy and trap him to death in this dark and hopeless place.

Unfortunately, variables are everywhere.

"Ha ha……"

The Shadow King's breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was about to suffocate, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain, which made him unbearable.

Even if preparations were made in advance, facing the extraordinary disaster of the explosion and the moment of facing the torrent of decline, all the defenses of the Shadow King collapsed together.

Along with breathing, the plague of decay invaded his lungs. Even with etherification, his organs were irreparably failing, his skin was festering, and pus was constantly oozing out.Pain and despair constantly entangled the Shadow King's consciousness, causing him to fall into a deep sense of powerlessness.

The Shadow King couldn't control his body, every cell was screaming at him, trying to release the anger and sadness in his heart.

Under the poisonous corrosion, one corner of the helmet was melted, and another layer of silver-white mask underneath had already been fused with flesh and blood, embedded into the skull.

At this moment of despair, the Shadow King suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, which made him cry and laugh at the same time.

In the end, the Shadow King still fell in this dark place. He failed to wash away the shame of the royal family, and he also failed to take revenge on those evils. After paying so much, he still can't do anything, just like he did when he was a child. so-so.

But on the other hand, he felt a little absurd, Leviathan's promise was still ringing in his ears, and he swore to himself that he would get Xilin's body back, but now it seemed that everything was impossible.

The devil is not omnipotent, which makes the Shadow King add a little bit of hope to this world, maybe there are latecomers who can win this crazy game that has lasted for an unknown amount of time.

As for now, the Shadow King is quietly waiting for death to come, and in the remaining time, he hates himself.

I still failed.

Thinking of these, he felt sad like a child.

Everything seems to have lost its meaning, and even death is no longer the most important issue. He just wants to get rid of this bitter life and get rid of the shackles of these pains.

As the breathing gradually weakened, the plague of decay first consumed the ether in the Shadow King's body, and lost the support of etherization, the mortal flesh and blood were eroded and destroyed, and the important organs turned into a mass of dirty blood clots, and the organs failed one by one .

As if time was speeding up on the Shadow King's body, he aged rapidly, like a weathered mummy.

The Shadow King has reached the end of his life and cannot take another step forward.

In the blur in front of his eyes, he seemed to see a dark void, where there was no light, no hope, only eternal silence.

The god of death has not come for a long time, and the Shadow King's mood is getting lower and lower, more and more desperate.

Those cursed words lingered in the Shadow King's mind. He was as harsh as an ascetic monk, why so many people died because of him, why even their souls were sacrificed, and why they suffered for so long...

why...

why...

Why did I still fail.

Is it not enough to do it yourself?

Under self-criticism and doubt, for the Shadow King, the only consolation is that he did not give up resistance until his death. Knowing that there was no chance of winning, he still severely injured the first seat. struggle.

The Shadow King felt that he had done everything a mortal could do.

It's time to rest.

The Shadow King didn't know how long he would have to endure, he just wanted to end this painful long torture as soon as possible.Despair lingered in his mind and seemed to have become his only companion.

It was like waving an invisible long whip, whipping out bloodstains on the mind, and when it was about to be broken, the brilliance of ether lit up in the darkness of nothingness.

In an instant, scarlet starlight flickered, and countless ethers exploded at this instant, forming a huge cross sword light, as if to break through the entire darkness.

Amidst the dazzling light, a distraught figure walked out from the light of the cross sword, and strode to the shadow king.

The Shadow King had thought about what he would see when he died. It might be the legendary god of death or a devil, but he never thought that it would be such a guy.

He looked like he had gone through a long period of suffering. On his young face, there was a sense of vicissitudes sculpted by the wind, and his eyes were empty, without any focus.

The hilt of the sword was densely covered with thorns, piercing his palm, and the blood pooled together and dripped down.

The Shadow King remembered this sword, the Sword of Bloodshift, Jamon's saber.

Looking at his back again, the pure blade in memory has been covered by pitch-black voodoo, and the surface of the blade is covered with many corrosion pits.

Shadow King remembered his name.

"Grey?"

His voice was hoarse, and his throat seemed to be stuck together.

Gray, Mammon's debtor, his messenger, his presence at the time of his own death no doubt indicated many things.

Moving his head with difficulty, he whispered, "Go, Gray, go back and tell Mammon that I have nothing worth paying."

"I didn't come by order of Mammon."

As Gray spoke, he pulled out his old friend's secret sword. The surface of the blade was covered with filthy toxins, which turned a strange brown color.

"Oh? Then what do you want from me?" The Shadow King tried to laugh, "You'd better hurry up, I don't have much time."

Gray said bluntly, "I want to kill you."

Gray suddenly put away his sword blade, leaned against the broken stone pillar, and sat down face to face with the Shadow King.

"You may not believe it. Not long ago, I was a new blood in the king's secret sword. I followed the captains I trusted and came to this damn city to carry out my first operation."

"Are you a member of Jamon's team?" The Shadow King understood the complicated network of relationships, "I guess Jamon betrayed you, he killed your friend...now you're here to take revenge on me."

It's not difficult to guess. From the first time I met Gray and heard him tell the origin of these two secret swords, the Shadow King had a premonition in his heart.

Gray nodded his head lightly. He raised the Sword of Silence and tried to wipe off the toxin on it, but the moment his palm touched it, he felt an unbearable burning sensation.

"I killed Jamon myself, but I'm not satisfied after killing him."

Gray said, "An inexplicable nothingness caught me. I knew that I needed stronger anger to support me to go on... Therefore, since then, I have longed to kill you and destroy you. The source of my tragedy."

The Shadow King said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"I'm a little confused."

Gray shook his head, hating the Shadow King, but he didn't seem to have much interest in killing the Shadow King, "Hatred layer upon layer, I don't understand the so-called justice and evil, let alone what I should do.

I realized that, perhaps, blind revenge was not enough for me. "

"Then what do you want from me?" Shadow King asked.

"I want to know why you did this," Gray asked, "why you betrayed the King's Secret Sword, why you formed the King's Shield, why you did these things.

In my eyes, you King Shield Guards are outright traitors, but in your own eyes, you are absolute loyal heirs. "

The Shadow King fell silent.

"Are you going to take that secret to the grave?" Gray's voice rose. "Since you hate the King's Secret Sword so much and consider yourself loyal, why don't you tell me about it?"

Gray kept cursing, "Why? Why did we split, why did we, who should be united, kill each other, why!"

Today's why is already too much.

"I want to know why all this happened, I want to know the truth of this tragedy!"

The accumulated emotions were vented today, and Gray felt inexplicably relaxed.

Like the Shadow King, Gray is also living in long pain. Jamon's betrayal destroyed everything he believed in, and Miranda's death almost broke his heart.

Since that rainy night, Gray has embarked on a wrong path of fate, and his world has been completely destroyed.

Now, Gray doesn't want peace anymore, he just wants to know why.

Why did it become like this, why did his life become such an absurd appearance.

Gray's voice even carried a hint of prayer.

"What if you can convince me?"

This is the secret that the Shadow King has kept for his whole life. He vowed to wash away this shame with blood to avoid others knowing it, but at this moment, he seemed really tired, and seemed to be touched by Gray. It doesn't matter if you say it, anyway, after today, Kogadel's bloodline will be completely cut off, and all this will become empty talk and meaningless.

"It's a long but short story."

Shadow King seemed to have a desire to survive, he tried to keep himself awake.

"A long time ago, there was a soldier who was promoted to a non-commissioned officer after years of fighting, and then he had his own soldiers, and finally he became a general, and even won a kingdom and crowned himself.

From soldier to king, he bears so many honors, but under the honor, his desire grows day by day. The king does not want death to take his life and separate him from his kingdom.

He wants to wear the crown forever and rule over an eternal kingdom.

Under the strong desire, one day, a devil came to him. She promised the king that she would give him the power of eternal life, and the price was his heirs. "

Speaking of these, the Shadow King's body burst into nameless anger, and he swore to curse.

"The king in the story is the first king of the Kogadel Empire, the first king."

The bloody truth left Gray's mind blank.

"The first-time king has obtained a kind of gift, which allows his soul to be passed on among his bloodline heirs, that is to say, he is not just the first-time king, under the body of every king, the original The soul has long been annihilated and sacrificed to the devil, and it is the soul of the first king who dominates the crown.

The successive kings are all the first kings, and he is the king of kings. "

Gray stared straight at the Shadow King, and his breathing became heavy involuntarily, panting in pain as if lacking oxygen.

"Then... the current King of Slaughter."

"Yes, he is also the first king."

There was a touch of sadness in the Shadow King's tone, it was a wound in his heart that could not heal.

"Not everyone surrenders to his control and is willing to hand over the fate of the Kogadel family to the devil."

The Shadow King said softly, "He... he was aware of all this, and planned to resist. Finally, one day, he realized that the time was right, and he gathered all the people with royal blood and held an extreme battle. The extravagant banquet, and then in the carnival all day long, he briefly suppressed the will of the new king, regained control of the body, and set it all on fire."

Bloody night.

Gray knew what the Shadow King was talking about, and it was at this moment that he knew the truth about the bloody night and understood the true purpose of the madness.

"What a great sacrifice."

Gray's body trembled uncontrollably, and he resorted to atrocities, cutting off all blood related to the devil, even if it would cause the empire to collapse.

"The first seat knew the secrets of the royal family very early on, and chose to be loyal to the devil, while I chose to be loyal to the real king, and cooperated with him to plot all of this.

Unfortunately, this bloody night was not complete. "

"Xillin survived."

Gray said softly, at this moment he understood the difference between the king's secret sword and the king's shield guard.

"It may be the pity of the father's love, or it may be that he couldn't hold on anymore. Xilin was not killed by him and became the only bloodline. Since then, the first king has always wanted to take back Xilin so that he can continue go down."

The Shadow King mourned, "We have fought, but unfortunately we still failed."

Raising his head with difficulty, the Shadow King knew that a deal was going on in the Great Rift, and the king's secret sword was about to get Xilin's corpse, and he would use the corpse of the Glorious One, the blank corpse, to transfer his soul to other places. up, and gain new life.

Xilin said it was a corpse, but in a sense he was not dead. At the end of the secret war, his soul was annihilated, but his body remained perfect. This is something that very few people know... The Shadow King is very Regret, it would have been better to cut off Xilin's head with a sword.

Who could have predicted what would happen next?Shadow King tried hard not to think about these things.

"Does this truth satisfy you?"

Gray's face is full of defeat and despair. From the story of the Shadow King, it seems that the king's secret sword he once loyal to is the villain, and the king's shield guard is the real fighter.

His mind gradually became distorted. Gray understood these things, but whenever he wanted to let go of them, Miransha's death was unfolding before his eyes.

So what was Miranda's death?Small sacrifice?

What is it that you have done?

In the oppressive and desperate atmosphere, Gray seemed to have figured out something and made some kind of decision.

"No...it hasn't failed yet."

Gray stood up, strode towards the Shadow King, and leaned over beside the Shadow King.

"you are still alive."

The whites of Gray's eyes were bloodshot, "Damn it, I know, you're still alive! Since you can survive the Secret War, then you can also continue to survive through some way!"

The Shadow King hesitated for a moment, only to hear Gray continue.

"I know who you are, I know... this is the information I traded with my soul."

Gray's tone was crazy, "Of course, it was to kill you at first."

Gray knows the Shadow King's real name.

Unbelievable emotions were revealed in the shriveled pupils of the Shadow King.

"To be honest, I still hate you. I can't just let go of my hatred so easily. I can't do it, but...but the grand fate I have faced with you, the things I have undertaken, my hatred, seem to be too much. Not worth mentioning.

Yeah, at the root, those bastards are the source of all our tragedies! "

Gray paused, grabbed the filthy Sword of Silence, "In Mammon's script, this sword was supposed to end your life."

"I don't want the devil to win, and you probably don't want those bastards to win either, right!"

Gray is full of anger, like a ridiculous outlaw, like a violent child.

"Damn, what are you talking about! How can I help you, let you live, and kill those bastards!"

Gray's eyes became moist, he didn't want to die in such a mediocre way, he had to do something, "I can't do it, but I know, you can do it!"

He was just a believer, facing the grand world, Gray's resistance could not affect those behemoths at all, but he knew that this dying guy in front of him could change everything.

The Shadow King didn't know what to say, Gray was so small, but at this moment he was so tall, like a mountain.

For a more ambitious goal, Gray would rather give up his hatred.

"You're going to die," said the Shadow King.

"If my death can turn into a handful of dirt on the devil's grave, then my death is too worthwhile, isn't it?"

Gray stuck the two secret swords on the ground in front of the Shadow King, mustered up all his courage, and growled, "Tell me, what should I do?"

The Shadow King felt an inexplicable warmth, like a fire burning on Gray's body, he burst out with unimaginable strength, supported his body that was almost pus, sat up with difficulty, raised his hand, and put it on the on Gray's shoulders.

"I have a gift similar to that of the first-time king, but my gift is not restricted by blood, but by the other party," the Shadow King said solemnly, "Only those who are willing to sacrifice for me will receive my gift." The effect of the gift."

"So the real second seat used this method to die for you?" Gray murmured, and the doubts about the secret war became clear at this moment.

"Ah."

The Shadow King responded with difficulty that it was a memory he didn't want to recall.

Leviathan promised him power, but demanded that he repay it in the future.

So the secret war broke out, and the second seat knew his own strength, so he chose to let himself survive and die in the way of soul annihilation, preserving the perfection of flesh and blood.

This gave the first king a chance to survive, but it also gave him the capital to make a comeback.

Just take back that body...

"Is that why you don't want to abandon this decaying body?" Gray understood the Shadow King's persistence.

The value of this shattered body is not only the power of the Glorious One, but also the body of his friend, teacher, and comrade-in-arms.

"I want you to swear," Gray cursed, "I want you to win! Beat them!"

The Shadow King opened his mouth wide, and foamy blood overflowed from his throat. This was the second time he swears in his life, and he swears with his soul.

"I swear."

Gray knelt down on one knee, excruciating pain, but also feeling rare joy.

"I pledge my allegiance to you, Your Majesty Xilin."

……

Gray first felt a burst of endless pain, as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder, every inch of muscle and every cell was screaming, and this was the pain the other party had been enduring.

The vision gradually became clear, and Gray saw a familiar figure facing away from him.

It was his own figure, just the soul under the body, which was completely different at this moment.

He swung the blood shifting sword and made a bloody cross.

The space splits, and cracks appear. The edges of the cracks distort the sense of space, as if countless lines are mixed together, and they are patchwork. Countless electric currents and blood are discharged from every notch.

He glanced at Gray for the last time, nodded gently, turned around and walked into the cross sword light, the cracked space began to close until it disappeared.

In the dark and silent world, only Gray was left trapped in this dying body. In the extreme pain, Gray felt an inexplicable peace.

Gray knew that he would be one of countless people, the little one who won the war.

One of a kind.

Thinking of this, Gray felt that his life had value, even the part with Miransha, and a sense of satisfaction healed all the pain in his heart.

Gray closed his eyes, the rock above his head collapsed, the first seat screamed, and the scythe of the skull cut horizontally, cutting off everything in the world.

There was a horrible chewing sound in the dust and smoke.

The figure of the first seat gradually appeared, he wiped the pus and blood from the corner of his mouth, and the feeling of devouring the enemy made him feel satisfied like never before.

Picking up the scythe, the first seat hung the head of the "Shadow King" on the scythe like a trophy. Just as he was admiring the death of the enemy, he realized that there was actually something on this mummy-like head. With a contented smile.

The first seat doesn't understand, he has never understood what his younger brother is thinking, just like when he invited him back then, he couldn't understand why he rejected eternal life.

Well it's all over.he thought.

(End of this chapter)