Endless Debt.

Chapter 779

Chapter 779

In the foggy world, Aimu ran wildly with the cylinder on his shoulders, and Jeffrey followed her closely, guarding her forward. There were bursts of palpitating ether waves behind her, and it was hard to imagine what kind of battle was going on there. .

Aimu didn't continue to think about it. All she had in her eyes was taking Xilin away. This was the task Burlogo gave her, and she had to complete it no matter what.

"When necessary, losing both is better than letting him win."

Burrog's voice echoed in Amy's mind. Thinking of this, Amy couldn't help clenching his fists, and his eyes fell on Xilin from the corner of his eyes.

Aimu understands that Bologo's meaning is very clear. When he really can't protect Xilin, he can kill him and completely destroy this body.

"Xilin..." Amy called in a low voice.

Xilin Kogadel, it was his surprise attack that indirectly led to the birth of Aimu, and there is an inextricable relationship between Aimu and him.

Now thinking of Taida's hatred for Xilin, Aimiao's mind was filled with confusion.

Aimu didn't think too much. The crisis situation oppressed everyone's nerves. She just ran wildly. The Man of Steel was efficient and precise, and she was tireless.

Vaguely, Amyu suddenly felt a slight movement in her shoulder, and she looked at Xilin, he was the same as before, nothing unusual.

Just as Amyu's doubts were dispelled, she felt strange again. Although the Man of Steel lost a lot of perception, the most basic abilities were still reserved.

In the process of fleeing with Cylinder on his shoulders, as Cylinder escaped from the shackles of the container, Aimu actually felt a little warmth coming from Cylinder's body.

Aimu wanted to say something to Jeffrey, but Jeffrey's ears were bleeding, his hearing was severely damaged, and the sound was blurred into his ears.

Only Aimu enjoys this weirdness.

Ai Miao couldn't believe it, but such weird thoughts kept pouring out of her heart.

Maybe... maybe Xilin is not dead.

I don't know whether it is the excessive pressure or the residual influence of the song of heart eater, which led to the hallucination of myself.

Amyu not only felt the body temperature from Cylinder, she even hallucinated the sound of heartbeat from Cylinder, the container seemed to freeze Cylinder at the moment of death forever, and now he was out of the container, after losing the bondage , the power of the Glorious One is gradually recovering in his body.

I don't understand... Ai Miao doesn't understand. In a certain moment, she even had a thought that was almost crazy.

Use Heart Overlay on Xilin to explore his heart, if he still has a so-called heart.

Amyu didn't do this in the end, she didn't dare to continue thinking, she just ran forward, but in the next second, a more gloomy chill swept over her mind.

The surrounding temperature dropped a bit, and a thin layer of ice grew on the ground under his feet. Unknowingly, billowing white mist lingered around Aimiao.

Something is coming.

Amyu turned his head, only to see a dim figure peeling off the fog and approaching rapidly, the scythe of the skull rapidly enlarged in front of Aimiao's eyes.

Death came.

A golden light fell, but unfortunately it failed to reflect the chill of death, blood overflowed Jeffrey's eyes, he tried to frighten the first seat, but the difference in rank between the two was too great, Jeffrey Interference is useless.

The scythe of the skull rubbed against the air, and the screeching sound of cutting was like the roar of ghosts. The deadly arc directly enveloped Amy and Jeffrey. When it finished swinging, the two were bound to be cut down like straws. .

Amy stretched out her hand, and she tried to push Jeffrey away. Due to the particularity of her body, Amy’s thoughts always coincided with Burlog’s. Anyway, her essence is an alchemy puppet. Even if a limb is broken or cut in half, he can be repaired.

She wanted to use herself as a shield to block the blow, but the first seat was too fast, so fast that even if Amyu's consciousness caught up, the delay of her body still couldn't do it.

Despair swept through his heart, and just when everything was about to be swallowed by the darkness, the faint golden light suddenly rose up, wrapped in dazzling light and heat, as if to drive away all the coldness and despair.

A round of scorching sun rose from the ground, burning out the surrounding fog.

At this moment, Amyu realized that this was not Jeffrey's fatal blow, but the lion hiding in the mist. He seized the opportunity and vowed to bite off the first seat. Throat.

The first falling slash froze, a powerful big hand directly grasped the sickle blade, the sickle blade, which was enough to cut off life, could not move in his hand, the palm was tightly gripped, dense cracks grew along the sickle blade, Broken into fine dust.

"Deputy...deputy director."

Amy's voice was full of awe, and Geoffrey on the side was also stunned.

Nethaniel stood between them and the first seat. Under the lion's mask, a dazzling golden light shone. He was so out of tune with this gloomy world.

Without any warning, the torrent of ether in the rank of the Glory exploded instantly, and the highly concentrated energy formed a cone-shaped storm directly in front of Nethaniel. The first seat seemed to be slashed by a thousand swords. Fierce sparks jingled on his body, further destroying the already damaged armor.

Accompanied by strange groans, flesh and blood swelled out from the gaps in the armor again, turning into bloody sarcoids.

The sickle blade was nailed into the ground, and the first seat was forced back more than ten meters before barely stopping.

Nethaniel strode forward. Wherever he passed, although there were no fireworks, he could clearly feel the sudden rise in temperature. The fog was dissipated invisible, and the road on the road suddenly became extremely transparent. The scorching sun projected by the burning ether, his robe and mask sprinkled a little fiery red.

Nethaniel continued to walk forward, leaving a few meters long golden streamer behind him, emanating from the mane on the mask, scorching like a flame.

Just as Amy was in a daze, Jeffrey stretched out his hand to hold Amy, and he said hoarsely, "We have to get out of here."

Aimu belatedly felt the surging high temperature, the moist mist evaporated, the air dried up quickly, even the blood turned into a condensed gas and dispersed, and Jeffrey's forehead was covered with sweat .

Once the two were involved in the battle of the Glorious Ones, the terrifying aftermath alone was enough to kill them.

"First seat."

A deep voice sounded from under the lion mask, and Nethaniel nodded slightly to the first seat.

"Nesanir."

The first seat also returned their compliments.

The two confronted each other, and neither of them took the lead in attacking, but under this seemingly calm appearance, the two ethers were rapidly increasing and rising. Under the call of the glorious man, a funnel appeared between heaven and earth, thousands of Roaring ether came from all directions and gathered in the hands of the two.

If Aimu had vision liquid now, she would see two groups of golden storms gradually forming in front of her eyes through this strange liquid.

The high concentration of ether gathered here, and even the plague of decay was quickly consumed, leaving only the carnival of ether.

"Extraordinary disaster..."

On the way to carry the cylinder and run, Aimiao glanced back and muttered involuntarily.

There is such a consensus in the extraordinary world that when a glorious being unleashes his full power, the ether he summons mixes his own secret energy... Every glorious being is a walking extraordinary disaster in itself.

Now the two natural disasters have collided.

Aimu didn't have the slightest sense of excitement of being rescued, only the pressure that kept increasing.She didn't think she'd be immune to the Glorious One's engagement.

The high concentration of ether is about to overwhelm reality, and the theorem of normality is on the verge of collapse.

Nethaniel stepped forward again, narrowing the distance between himself and the first seat. The moment he stepped on the ground, he immediately left traces of lava burning, and the red magma flowed like blood.

The first seat felt a little parched, all the moisture in the air was burned away, and if it continued, Nethaniel would turn this place into a burning hell.

The two lines of sight collided together, and the meaning was already very clear.

The figure distorts, as if disappearing out of thin air. The next moment, a fierce battle beyond sensory perception erupts. Nethaniel is like a golden shooting star. Every time the light flickers, his position changes rapidly. Xi's side was punched hard.

The first seat couldn't keep up with Nethaniel's speed for a while, think about it, Nethaniel is younger than him, and the alchemy matrix is ​​several generations older than him, not to mention, Nethaniel still has mastered With the power of the extreme, he is the most aggressive Glory Person who has ever held office in the Bureau of Order.

In another collision, the power of the first seat was fully deployed, and the ether built an unshakable barrier around him. Nethaniel didn't use any weapons, just punched hard, and the barrier was torn apart.

Around Nethaniel, fireworks were bursting, tumbling around, exuding crazy temperatures. Under the high concentration of ether, the material world began to distort, and the laws of reality began to collapse. The ground under his feet cracked, and burning lava gushed out of the cracks. out.

Waving his fist, the flame moved accordingly, and the power of destruction was transmitted instantly. In an instant, Nethaniel seemed to be transformed into a Balrog, destroying everything with the uncontrollable high temperature.

In an instant, all the mist dissipated, and a vacuum area was formed around the two of them.

The first seat won a respite, he waved the scythe, a strange wind roared in the darkness, the icy white mist surged up under the drive of the wind, covering the surroundings like strands of dead arms .

Wherever the mist walks, all things decay.

At the same time, under the shadow of the hood, a stern arc lit up, the first seat no longer hid, and fully released its own power.

Mysterious Energy: The Mist of Seizing Years.

The power of illusion from the ranks of the Glorious Ones set off a large-scale fog at the first seat. Their effects are similar to those of the Plague of Decay. They can affect all substances within the range, but the essence is still different.

These age-removing fogs created by the first illusion can accelerate the time of all objects that touch it, accelerating their own time to hundreds of times, and collapse in an instant.

There are too many enemies in the first seat of mist, from youth to old man, to bone again.

The first seat reveled, and the sea of ​​roaring mist rushed towards Nethaniel like a tide, as if the world had collapsed, leaving only the rushing mist in all directions.

Vague figures kept rising in the mist, they looked like evil spirits one by one, they came together with the tsunami-like mist.

Nethaniel could feel that more and more evil power was surging with them, as if they were going to cover the surrounding world in darkness, slowly seeping out, spreading, surrounding looking at everything around.

Accompanied by unexplainable roars, these evil spirits in the white mist seemed to be screaming, as if they were enjoying this sense of fear. The ghosts lurking in the darkness turned into the rulers of the darkness, almost making people feel uncomfortable. Can't resist.

The first wields a scythe, like the commander of this evil army of mist.

Demons dance.

Nethaniel slowly clenched his fists. Before joining the battle, he kept telling himself to stay rational and not to be dominated by rage, but as the offensive of the first seat unfolded, Nethaniel couldn't help hallucinating.

The pictures of the past began to overlap with the reality, and Nethaniel felt that he was many years younger, and returned to the original secret war again, and once again gained the anger that almost burned his internal organs.

The dense mist could not cover the rising of the scorching sun, Nethaniel unscrupulously unfolded his power.

Secret Energy · Daylight.

A burning smell began to radiate from Nethaniel's side, as if it was a hot breath from hell.

As his footsteps moved, the ground under Nethaniel's feet began to melt, forming deep pits, spitting out flames.

Before the age-losing fog approached, they were completely burned by the high temperature surrounding Nethaniel's body, and this was also the appearance of Nethaniel's ultimate power.

Nethaniel never mentioned it to Burlogo. In fact, he is also taking an extreme path, an infinitely narrow path. His secret power is also very simple, just to control heat and release high temperature, but when this When the power reached the limit, Nethaniel was upgraded to an existence beyond imagination.

daywalker.

The first seat swung a scythe and slashed at Nethaniel's head. As soon as the sickle blade touched Nethaniel's body, the extremely high temperature made the metal burn red, and then Nethaniel strangled him. Sickle, high temperature concentrated on the metal.

For a moment, the metal was directly heated above the boiling point, lost its toughness, melted, and evaporated. Even if it was an alchemy weapon, it collapsed like a mortal thing under the distortion of the Glory One.

The liquid state on the surface of the metal gradually changes to a gaseous state, and the heat released can destroy any object. The basic atoms of matter become unstable, and thrilling explosions may occur at any time.

Nethaniel grasped it vigorously, and the indestructible scythe was actually bent and twisted in his hand, and melted into a puddle of molten iron that dripped down.

The first seat was not overly surprised, he released the scythe directly, then grabbed the end of the long handle, and removed a slender rapier from the end of the scythe.It seems that this scythe is just the "scabbard" of the rapier.

The rapier is extremely slender, and the blade is forged from high-quality alchemy steel. Although it is small, it is still covered with various exquisite patterns and decorations, and even the entire body of the sword is full of small and delicate patterns, like an exquisite miniature artwork .

Nethaniel remembered this sword, the supreme secret sword worn by the first seat.

The Sword of Repentance.

The first seat swung the secret sword, the thorn blade swept over the high temperature, and made a bell-like crisp sound, like the sound of nature, lingering in people's ears, touching the depths of people's hearts, and arousing people's sympathy.

The chaotic hallucinations flashed before Nethaniel's eyes, his eyelids became heavy, and he almost fell asleep.

Just in the next moment, Nethaniel got rid of the influence of the secret sword, approached the first seat again, and punched heavily.

Under the suppression of heavy punches, Nethaniel's offensive became more and more violent, and he could hear the bursting rhythm of the first seat every time he swung his sword.

Every time the rapier cuts the air, it will emit a melodious note. It is like a baton, and it is played continuously in the swing until countless notes form a grand song.

This is the ability of the Sword of Repentance. With the injection of ether, it will continuously cut notes, and each note will affect people's mind to a certain extent. When all the notes are connected together, the song of repentance will When it is completed, the power that affects all minds will burst out from the blade, dragging everyone into the abyss of the soul.

Based on such harsh activation conditions, this is also rare, and it can directly affect the ability of the Ethereal School of the Glory One.

The unsheathing of the Sword of Repentance started the countdown to this battle. Nethaniel must smash the Supreme Secret Sword or kill the first seat before the performance is completed, otherwise he will fall into the influence of the Repentance Song .

Nethaniel didn't know what he would encounter when he was completely immersed in the repentance song... When the first seat pulled out the sword of repentance last time, Nethaniel successfully pushed him back, but failed to let the music After the performance was over, Nethaniel's heart palpitations were palpitating for most of the music.

The rhythm quickly spread outward, and Amy and Jeffrey, who had not yet escaped, were also affected. The Sword of Repentance could affect the Glorious One, let alone the two of them.

Even if Geoffrey temporarily lost his hearing, the power still directly affected his mind, just like the song of Heart Eater.

Familiar faces flashed before Jeffrey's eyes, and the hallucinations were fleeting, but when more notes were played, the hallucinations would become heavier. Amy, who is only a believer, her Symptoms were much worse than Jeffrey's.

The moment the power affected, Amy heard the familiar voice again.

Alice's voice.

"Are you enjoying your current life?" The voice whispered to Aimiao, "Everything you enjoy now is built on my bones..."

She blamed Amy, and Amy tried not to notice, she told herself that Alice was completely dead, it was just an illusion.

The chaotic hallucinations are extinguished, but the perception of the senses is gradually distorted.

Aimu didn't know whether it was due to the influence of the Sword of Repentance, but she began to feel that the heartbeat from Xilin's body became clearer, and when she pressed it with her hand, Aimiao couldn't feel any fluctuations.

It seems that this body is in the superposition of life and death, and it needs the intervention of some power to completely determine his state.

Ai Miao didn't know what that force would be. She only thought about running away, but the billowing white mist behind her was chasing after her like a tide.

In this crazy and evil atmosphere, the white mist became thicker and thicker, becoming a huge white turbulent bubble covering the entire area, isolating everything outside, like a barrier of a dimension.

In this world isolated from the outside world, the singing of the Confession became louder and louder. Under the cheers of the singers, horrible evils crawled out of the mist. They are the rulers of the dark, with furious tempers and evil spirits. To the extreme, the weird and clueless voices continued to be made, and the layers of fear further squeezed people's reason.

"Aimu!"

A terrifying face emerged from the darkness, and he scolded himself loudly.

"You ruined all of this... you selfish bastard, obviously I gave you life..."

Aimu recognized the filthy and blood-stained figure clearly, and he stretched out his hand towards him, vowing to drag him into the grave.

The extreme depression devastated Amyu's sanity. Unknowingly, even the pace of escape gradually slowed down. She stood there sluggishly, and the billowing mist moved from far to near.

"Wake up!"

Jeffrey shook Aimu vigorously. As a power bearer, his resistance was undoubtedly higher than Aimiao. Aimiao froze for a few seconds before barely breaking free from the hallucination.

Confused, she stepped forward numbly, but before taking a few steps, Amy found that Jeffrey had disappeared, turned her head, and saw Jeffrey standing where she was, tears streaming down her face.

Amyu didn't know what he saw, it must be something warm, which made Jeffrey stop there, and Amyu's consciousness became more and more muddled, and it was difficult for her to think logically. In the battlefield of the enemy, they are as fragile as ants.

"Amy?"

Another voice called to her, Amyu turned her head instinctively, and then she saw a figure that reassured her.

"Bo... burrogo?"

Amy looked surprised. It was a miracle to see Bologo here. She walked towards Bologo quickly, but suddenly, Bologo's face became hideous, like a hungry ghost, He raised his hands and grabbed Amyu's neck directly.

"You betrayed me!"

A sense of suffocation enveloped Aimiao's mind, she was about to cry, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

"You failed me!"

The tearing force is getting stronger and stronger, as if my spirit and body are about to be separated, the strong sense of detachment brings extremely distorted pain.

Amy felt like she had fallen into a real hell, first with Burlog, then Teda, Alice, and more.

They stretched out their hands one after another, trying to tear Amyu's body apart, cursing and accusing constantly. In this crazy and evil atmosphere, countless ghosts sleep in the mist. They are evil phantoms, accompanied by the surge of white mist, Sometimes it slowly approaches, and sometimes it disappears quickly.

Amy felt that his soul was being corroded, almost barren.

"Aimu!"

The roar overwhelmed all the noise, and the phantom tormenting Amyu disappeared together, and a figure was seen rushing out of the fog, with chains wrapped around his body, and a sword and an ax hanging from him.

"Bologo?" Amy was confused for a while, "Is it really you?"

"it's me!"

While speaking, Bologo swung the chain, entangled the sluggish Jeffrey, and dragged him over. He was affected by Heart Eater and Confession one after another. Jeffrey's spirit was the same as Amy's, On the brink of collapse.

"You can confirm it."

Burrog grabbed Aimu's hand and reminded, "Heart doubles."

The palms of the two overlapped. In the barren world, Aimiao sensed the existence of another soul. Facing the echo of that soul, Aimiao was like a traveler in the desert who finally saw a clear lake. A sense of relief Feelings arise spontaneously.

"It's really you!"

If it weren't for the cylinder being carried on his body, Aimu really wanted to hug Burrog.This is not a good time for a hug.

Burrog looked back at the area where the Glorious Ones were fighting. The reality had completely collapsed, and there were terrifying scenes beyond imagination. In order to find Amy, Burrog detoured a lot before avoiding it. affected by the battle.

"We have to get out of here, get out of here quickly."

Burlogo said and carried Jeffrey on his back, and the next thing is left to the deputy director, they are meaningless here.

"Okay." Amy seemed to have a backbone.

Just as they were about to move on, the roaring shock came from behind, as if the heavens and the earth had been opened up, the shrouded fog was lifted, and it went straight to the sky, and the sun could be vaguely seen falling.

Under the sunlight, Bologo saw the vague figure of Nethaniel, half kneeling in a huge pit, with a narrow sword wound on his chest, and embers burning on his body.

Accompanied by a whistling wind, Bologo saw the first seat, and when Bologo observed him, he had already arrived in front of Bologo.

Congealed blood rushed towards his face, and Bologo couldn't imagine that the first seat was still alive at this moment.

Left arm, left leg... It can be said that the entire left half of the first seat's body seemed to be torn apart by giant claws, and there was nothing left. The white bones were exposed, and the intestines spilled out, like a raised ribbon.

On the bloody wound section, most of the flesh and blood had turned black and carbonized, and countless granulation buds danced wildly like swarms of wriggling maggots.Burrog had seen such flesh and blood on the Undying Heart.

"Fresh blood!"

The first seat roared like a ghost, the hood that had been covering his face was burned away at this moment, the bloody head was exposed, and most of his face was turned into a scorched carbonized layer, and then the granulation grew wildly and faded away. ashes.

"Get out of the way!"

The snake scale liquid turned into an extended arm, and Bologo threw Jeffrey into the distance, and pushed Aimu and Xilin to the other side. The next second, the slender stabbing sword pierced through Bologo's body. In his chest, the crazy repentance sounded directly in Bologo's brain, almost bursting his skull.

The rapier tore off Bologo's entire right arm. In the extreme pain and blurred hallucinations, the first seat took a bite of Bologo's severed limb and chewed it. With the flesh and blood in his belly, he The wound healed quickly.

Bologo has seen such a power, from the scarlet rot sect, the protection of the scarlet mistress - bloodthirsty recovery.

The first seat of the king's secret sword is actually a protected person.

Horrible thoughts exploded in Bologo's mind, but he had no time to think about them. The power of the supreme secret sword spread from the sword wound on Bologo's chest. Bologo seemed to be in a magnificent church, only Listening to the mountain-like organ playing the movement, the roaring music engulfed Burogo's mind.

"Repent."

A soft voice whispered to Burrog.

Burrog's gaze lost focus, and he fell straight down, in a pool of blood.

Amidst Amyu's screams, the first seat cut off a large piece of flesh and blood from Burrog's body again, but Burrog couldn't feel it anymore.

Burrogo felt as if he had fallen into the depths of the ocean, and his consciousness became heavier and heavier until a faint light came on.

"Congratulations, Mr. Borogo Lazarus."

A voice spoke to Burrog.

"You're out of prison."

Burrog raised his head, and it was snowing heavily in the gray sky. He stood alone on the strange street, at a loss for what to do.

I don't know how long after such a scene, suddenly a hunched figure appeared in my field of vision, and she walked over tremblingly, leaning on a cane.

"Long time no see, Bologo."

Bologo was stunned for a moment. The voice was familiar, but he might have been imprisoned for too long. He couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was. He looked at the face of the old man. There was a phantom.

"A...Adele?"

There was disbelief in Burlogo's voice, and Adele laughed hoarsely, as though some great prank had been pulled off.

　It should be a big chapter these days

(End of this chapter)