Endless Debt.

Chapter 917 The Many Forms of Death

Burlogo is now a big believer in the fact that when you think you're in danger in life, there are often worse dangers waiting for you.

The battle of Raymond Guyton had indeed terrified Burrog, but it was far less than a chance encounter with the devil in the etheric realm.

"It's been a long time, you two."

Boluogo remained calm. With the umbilical cord connected to the tangle, he made a proper salute to the two of them. There was no panic, only calm dignity.

"This shouldn't be a chance encounter, right?" Boluogo asked again.

Beelzebub and Mammon did not answer, but from the evil aura emanating from the two of them, Boluogo already understood that this was not an accidental encounter at all, but a premeditated trap.

The devils were tired of always messing up their plans. Since they couldn't directly interfere with the material world, it would be better to change the battlefield to the ethereal world.

What puzzles Boluogo is that since the devils have such power, they can completely kill all the promoted condensers in the ethereal world... Or should I say that they are too special.

This is also possible. Few people can maintain a clear consciousness during the promotion ceremony. There are even fewer people like Boluogo who can directly form a self-conscious body in the etheric realm. In addition, the entanglement Deep down, various factors have led to the current situation.

"Are you going to kill me? In this etheric realm." Boluogo continued to ask.

While confronting the devil, Bologo also thought about one dangerous possibility after another in his mind.

Putting aside all the previous factors, Boluogo felt that when the condenser was promoted and his consciousness entered the etheric realm, it was impossible for the devil to interfere at will. There must be some kind of rules in the etheric realm, but he had not figured it out yet. .

"Kill you? No, how could that happen?"

Beelzebub chuckled softly. Her laughter was very charming and made people think about it. The last person who could make Bologo feel like this was the witch of pleasure, Asmodeus.

"Then I guess you guys didn't come here specifically to say hello to me."

Boluogo took a step back, and the glow of the secret source ignited, sticking behind him like the scorching sun.

"You won't kill me? Or you can't kill me?" Boluogo tried.

"It's not impossible, it's just that it's a bit troublesome for us to do it here." Mammen saw Bologo's purpose at a glance, "So don't test it, and don't struggle, Bologo, this is good for you and me. .”

"The backlash of power?"

Boluogo still remembers the appearance of tar eroding the beast that devours the herd, "You are the will of the power, but you cannot completely dominate the power. When you are in the material world, you can still rely on the suppression of the material world to maintain a balance with the power. And in this etheric realm, power is like fire, and if you are not careful, you will set yourself on fire?"

Mammon said, "You always think too much, and sometimes giving up thinking is a good choice."

"I just have a curiosity that surpasses that of ordinary people," said Burogo. "This is the most primitive and essential desire of human beings. As a devil, don't you know these things?"

"It's because I know too well that I hope you can be honest." Mamen stepped forward and approached, "Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing."

Boluogo backed away warily, "If you don't want to kill me, what are you going to do?"

"I just want you to take a long vacation. After all, there are many ways to kill someone."

Beelzebub uttered horrifying words, "Eradicate physiologically? Destroy social relations, or completely eliminate your existence conceptually? This is a very complicated matter, not to mention that you are still a person. An immortal cannot be dealt with by such simple means."

She raised her hand and made a grabbing motion.

"Bologo, just rest in the etheric world for a while, whether it's 100 years or 1000 years... Tolerating loneliness shouldn't be a difficult thing for you, right?"

The shadows were restless and the tar rose again. This time they were no longer defeated by the storm. Instead, they withstood the attack of the storm and kept crawling towards Boluogo.

The darkness completely covered the ice sheet. They came from all directions, and the frozen figures standing on the ice sheet were not spared. They sank into the tar one by one, as if the dark liquid was connected with another deep and taboo world.

"Your body will not die, and your consciousness will only be temporarily sealed. You will come back to life one day, but that will happen in the distant future."

Beelzebub slowly closed her palms. In the thousands of years of disputes, she would rarely lose her composure and directly attack a mortal in the etheric realm, but Boluogo...Leviathan forced her too hard. .

Beelzebub and Mammon didn't get anything in the Golden Palace. Instead, they caused the beasts that devoured the herd to be severely injured and died, and lost the evil of this world.

King Solomon's Revenge.

Devils are restricted by the material world. Similarly, nothing can really harm them in the material world. But after Guang Zhuo's revenge, the Golden Palace happened to be in the gap between the two worlds. In the overlap between the material world and the etheric world, the fire of vengeance that had been brewing for nearly a hundred years burned out the incarnation of Beelzebub, drying up and destroying the stinking taboo tar and part of her power.

This greatly weakened Beelzebub's power.

But if that was all, Beelzebub could still endure it, but in the destruction of the Golden Palace, she saw more than just that.

On the throne of the Golden Palace, Beelzebub saw the living corpse that was dry but not completely dead, and she also remembered who it was.

The great King Solomon, Wolfgang Gold, or Hill...

No matter what name this body had, Beelzebub could confirm that when the holy city fell, he had witnessed its self-destruction.

But when he noticed the dark cane under the craggy hand, Beelzebub hesitated.

She remembered the cane, and all the devils remembered the cane, which was Leviathan's belongings, and he always leaned on it, walking through the darkness between cities like an elegant mystic.

For thousands of years, the cane has never left his palm. For the devil who does not have a specific form, this cane is like a permanent anchor, confirming his existence.

But the staff appeared in the hands of King Solomon. It was also after the fall of the holy city that Leviathan put on the bloated diving suit and hid in the shadows.

When the light burst out, destroying the staff, burning the body, and burning the Golden Palace, Beelzebub did not feel angry for stepping into the trap, but instead felt an emotion that she had almost forgotten.

fear.

Beelzebub couldn't help but wonder whether something happened during the fall of the Holy City that she didn't know about yet, and whether the devil lurking under the bloated diving suit now was the one she was familiar with.

Perhaps whether the real Leviathan has died, what appears in people's eyes now is another completely unknown will.

The death of the devil.

It sounds incredible, but it's not impossible.

As Beelzebub said to Borogo, there are many ways to achieve immortality, and so are the ways to achieve death.

A shift in consciousness.

When a person looks back on his life, he looks at himself as a child, as a young person, and as an old person. He often feels like this—the past self is not himself.

In different stages of life, thoughts and will are completely different. It is indeed not him, but how could it not be him.

The same is true for the devil. Beelzebub knew that Leviathan was not dead, but his consciousness had changed and turned into another strange existence.

As the incarnation of obsession and the transformation of consciousness, isn’t this a kind of death?

"I thought we were all decent people."

Boluogo slowly opened his hands to show that he was harmless.

He is indeed harmless. What appears in the ether world is only the consciousness of Bologo. He has no resentment bite that cuts everything, nor does he have the sawaxe that tears life. Even if the surrounding is full of ether, Bologo is difficult to mobilize , release your own secret power.

Even if he releases the secret energy, what he is facing is two devils, two devils that appear directly in the etheric realm.

"The dispute has escalated. For the same reason, we no longer need to maintain the so-called dignity."

Beelzebub's voice was cold and merciless. She didn't want to guess or doubt anymore. She just wanted to cut through the mess and let the situation that was getting out of control come back to her hands.

She clenched her palms, and thousands of shadows rushed towards Boluogo, like a black curtain, sweeping everything on the ice field.

At the same time, Mammon waved her hand gently, and a winding crack tore open in the etheric realm. A loud and terrifying wail resounded, and the pale worm descended out of thin air, opening its dark mouth toward Boluogo.

The misfortune of this world, the throat that swallows the abyss.

Bologo had seen it in Saqin's memory. Although he didn't know the specific follow-up of that battle, Bologo had already seen the result from the hideous scar on the Maw of the Abyss.

A hard-to-heal scar traverses its mouth. A corner of the round mouthparts is cracked and spreads to its abdomen. As it moves, the wound cracks, like a ripe and rotten fruit. Blood overflows uncontrollably and sticks to it. The countless bones on the surface of the skin also let out shrill screams.

Seeing this situation, Boluogo made a decisive decision.

Turning his head, turning around, and waving his arms, Boluogo turned around and ran towards the depths of the secret source. At this time, any thought he had of confronting the devil head-on would be an insult and disrespect to the devil and his own mind.

"Damn it, if you have any grudge against Leviathan, kill him first!" Bologo couldn't help complaining.

The darkness is approaching quickly, and under the net of heaven and earth, no matter how Burlogo moves, he cannot escape their shackles.But at this critical moment, heart-pounding fluctuations came from the depths of the storm, and streams of light burst out like stars, like falling meteor showers, smashing the darkness to pieces.

In a blur, Boluogo heard a voice shouting.

"Run! Don't look back!"

Borrog listened to the voice and ran without looking back, faster and faster, and the tangles in his body became deeper and deeper, so that the umbilical cord could no longer hold him, until Borrog was completely caught by the skyrocketing light. engulf.

pilgrimage.

When every condenser is promoted, his consciousness will briefly leave the body, ascend into the etheric realm, and meet the secret source.

Like a great pilgrimage, under the gaze and recognition of the secret source, the condenser's own soul will be strengthened, and the alchemical matrix will be further expanded, thereby promoting and acquiring more powerful secret energy.

Usually, when the vast majority of condensers arrive in the etheric realm, all they have is a vague consciousness, like a baby talking in sleep, they can only sense vaguely.

They cannot see the whole picture of the etheric world, and even say that they will not remember it after waking up. Therefore, the etheric world cannot remember them, and the devil cannot see their existence on this desolate ice field.

Borogo is a special case in that he has an umbilical cord and a tangle, which represent respectively the connection to the light and dark of the etheric realm - the connection to the ethereal realm.

In this energy world beyond imagination, Bologo can remain absolutely awake, and even interact with the matter here according to his own will, usurping past memories from the storm of the secret source.

Even, the existence of devils can be clearly distinguished from this noise and chaos.

Likewise, when Bologo saw the devil, the devils also saw Bologg.

In addition to the trap set by the devil for himself, Boluogo couldn't help but think of the things he had suspected during the previous promotion ceremony. The etheric world seemed to have its own set of secret-keeping logic to prevent the information in the etheric world from leaking out.

A consciousness that can produce complete forms and interact with oneself is undoubtedly a huge threat to the secrets of the etheric world.

So those tars, these devils, they are part of the defense mechanism, appearing to hunt themselves at this moment.

Boluogo guessed that in the past years, there must have been many people like him who arrived in the etheric realm with complete ideologies and died under this trap-like defense mechanism.

He was supposed to be one of the dead, until the storm from the secret source burned fiercely.

Bologg looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. It was as if the sun was rising in the eye of the storm, and the endless light swayed out of the meteor shower, shattering the tar that tried to wrap Bologg into pieces. Even the The seemingly indestructible ice surface also has large and small dents and cracks.

The voice continued.

"forward!"

Burrog clenched his teeth, facing the bright light, with uncontrollable tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, he strode forward.

Cold, hot, and inexplicable tingling all over his body, Boluogo's consciousness seemed to be distorted, and numerous feelings invaded him one after another.

The hoarse and venomous roars of the devils roared in, and the ether gathered and exploded. The roaring shock waves continued. In an instant, the peaceful ether world went from order to chaos, and the shadows boiled and rolled, seeming to be furious.

Because of yourself?

Boluogo didn't think he was so capable that he deserved the evil essence to be so angry. Its target was... the secret source!

At this time, both Beelzebub and Mammon stopped chasing Boluogo. They stood at a safe distance, their eyes full of confusion and suspicion.

Since the formation of the etheric world, the secret source has remained silent, like a permanent storm that seems to stand until the end of time.

But at this moment, it actually became active.

Beelzebub froze on the spot, looking at the brilliant light rising from the ground. This was a fact that shocked her even more than Leviathan had been replaced.

If the problem of Leviathan is just the internal strife and fighting among the devils, then the restlessness of the secret source is a declaration of war against all devils.

"it does not matter."

A cold touch came from Beelzebub's palm. She turned her head and saw Mammen looking at the burst of bright light and the small figure of Boluoge running around.

Mammon tightly grasped the hand of her blood relative and whispered, "There is often a moment in life when we suddenly feel that we no longer recognize this world."

The ever-changing faces paused for a moment. During this pause, Beelzebub saw a face that was so long ago that it was almost buried in the tomb of memory.

That was what Mammon looked like before he made a wish, or in other words, his original face.

fleeting.

Even though the secret source swayed thousands of rays of light to cover Bologo, the screaming sound still followed Bologo, and Bologo knew what the hell was chasing him.

The misfortune of this world, the throat that swallows the abyss.

It is Mammon's minion, a more useful killing tool than the Silent One. It easily tears open cracks in the winding path and jumps forward in the holes riddled with holes.

Every time it flashes, it will avoid a large number of meteor showers and shorten the distance between it and Bologo. Once caught by it, Bologo will only end up being torn into pieces.

The conscious body may not be torn into pieces, but if it is swallowed by it, the result is probably not a good one.

"Is there anyone else! Help!"

Boluogo couldn't help shouting. He was already in such a state of embarrassment that there was no need to care about his image.

This is a promotion ceremony. The passage between the material world and the etheric world is opening in the garden, on the iron chair where he is sitting. Bologo only hopes that Mammon can observe what is happening here so that he can help him.

So a little help is good, after all, things here are developing in a direction beyond imagination.

"What a hell."

Boluogo's pace slowed down. To be precise, he could no longer advance another half minute.

The loose umbilical cord was stretched to the limit, and Boluogo couldn't break free from it and was bound in place. But the good news was that the secret source was approaching him.

The huge storm that lights up the etheric world is slowly advancing towards itself, as if it wants to sweep away all the darkness, mercilessly destroying all the dark tar it touches, and declaring war on the evil essence.

Boluogo always doubted whether this storm would annihilate him as well.

The figures of Beelzebub and Mammon in the distance have become blurry, but the dark tar is still rolling forward continuously, and the black waves and the stream of light collide together, making the long-quiet etheric world become more and more Dry and chaotic.

If a world filled with ether is like a sealed courtyard filled with gas, then what is happening at this moment is the ignition of a fire.

While Boluogo was worried about his situation, he also wondered whether the current struggle would cause great changes in the etheric world. Similarly, whether the great changes in the etheric world would be reflected on the material world, thus triggering a series of disasters.

Boluogo didn't know, he didn't even know why the secret source was restless at this time.

However, rather than worrying about these mysteries, Boluogo was more concerned about the approaching Throat of the Abyss.

As a soldier who has experienced the wrath of the Scorched Earth, Bologo knows this truth well.

Soldier against soldier, king against king.

If you are a soldier, then you just need to guard your own trenches, and you don’t have to think about the bigger things. Similarly, if you are a king, then try your best to kill the king of the enemy country, and don’t care about the life and death of soldiers.

The secret source has its own war, the devil has his own battle, and Boluogo has his own fight to prepare for.

The umbilical cord grabbed him tightly, and the tangle refused to let him go, and they couldn't tell the winner from each other. Boluogo could only stand there blankly, looking at the swallow that kept rushing toward him. Throat of the Abyss.

Burrog didn't want to sit still, but he really didn't have any countermeasures until he felt the coldness of the metal, and the familiar touch was reflected in the palm of his hand, stroking a clear outline.

Raising his hand, the pitch-black sword blade appeared at Boluogo at some point.

Boluogo was in a trance. He thought he was hallucinating, but he shook his hand vigorously. He was sure that the resentment bite was held in his hand.

Along with the resentful bite, there was also the saw ax that was held tightly in the other hand.

Boluogo tried to call out the ether, and the glow of the alchemical matrix reflected on the surface of his body, easily rolling up the surrounding ether and gathering it towards him.

The voice of sobriety sounded directly in my mind.

Amy shouted.

"Bologo!"

"Amy?"