Endless Debt.

Chapter 110 Devils' Hunting Ground
"soul?"

Burrog seemed to have told a joke, and the tyrant laughed.

The ground shook and the mountains shook, the entire dark space trembled violently, and even the mountains of Mammon Coins began to collapse.

Accompanied by the tumbling of the golden coins, Bologo saw the golden waves rising in the darkness. They surged high and were photographed like waves. Countless golden coins turned into heavy rain and fell, scattered everywhere. land.

It collapses, then rises again, and repeats itself, forming a tower.

The group of snakes wrapped around the head began to squirm, and something struggled in the intersecting gap, and then one after another scarlet bumps protruded from the gap, and then burst into scarlet pupils.

The bloody pupils turned out of the pale whites of the eyes, and the densely packed eyes split from the group of snakes. They spun rapidly to observe the surroundings, and then stopped together, all looking at Bologo.

A cold chill swept over Burrog's body surface, but he remained unmoved, his blue eyes fixed on the scarlet's hundred eyes and thousands of eyes.

"Soul? What a tempting proposal, Mr. Lazarus."

There was greed in the voice of the tyrant, and every eye pupil seemed to open its mouth wide to swallow Burrog.

"Are you impressed, then?" Burrog asked.

This can be regarded as the first time he has consciously made deals with the devil, and no one knows what these cunning and evil guys will do.

Burrog is dancing with wolves. He would hesitate in the past, but tonight is different. Even if he is playing against the god of death, Burrog will not back down.

Burrog didn't care if someone was a god or a devil, as long as someone could lend a helping hand.

For experts, this is an irrational action, but life is full of rational choices, and it is a bit too boring. If it is to regain Adele's soul, Burlogo doesn't mind going crazy once.

"I was really moved. Unfortunately, the 'wish' you want to make tonight is far from using your soul as the 'price'."

The tyrant suppressed the greed in his heart, and said sincerely to Bologo.

"Did I hear you right? Greedy devils will also reject souls one day?" The tyrant's words surprised Burrogo.

"We are equal, Mister Lazarus," the tyrant explained, "A fair deal between 'value' and 'value'."

"I'm indeed obsessed with your soul, but I'm not down to it. I need to rob to get it all."

"Yes, you will only tell one true lie after another, and watch us step by step into the abyss." Burogo said.

"But you have the right to refuse from the very beginning," the tyrant said with an innocent attitude, "You are willing to go to the abyss, we...we are just behind the scenes, giving a little help."

He pushed forward with both hands, and then let out a terrifying laugh.

"Is that an excuse?"

"Just the truth from the heart."

The tyrant still maintained his sincere attitude, at least he felt that he was sincere.

As Jeffrey told himself at the beginning, this is the attitude of the devil, loyal to values ​​and abiding by the rules, but under this seemingly absolute order, there is madness and chaos hidden.

"You know what I want?" Burrog asked.

"of course."

The tyrant picked up a blank sheet of paper, then a pen, and wrote line after line of his name on it, with a constant rustling sound.

"Just like you didn't reject me that night, didn't you?"

The sharp pain hit and spread on Bologo's arm like a needle prick, and Bologo shuddered. He should have thrown away the Mammon coin that night, but somehow kept it... …

The tyrant seemed to know what Bologo was thinking, and the ear-piercing laughter continued, mocking Bologo wantonly.

"Look, I just gave you an opportunity, you took it yourself, you need me."

Under the sound of the words, the mammon coins that had piled up into mountains trembled, and together they made a sound like a wave, roaring continuously, and rampaging in the darkness.

"Then what price do I have to pay?" Burrog asked in a low voice.

At this moment, he had a strange feeling that everything was predestined. At some point, the big net called fate bound Burrog firmly, making him walk on this rough and winding path.

"You've already paid, from the moment you picked up the coin, from the moment you came to see me."

The words of the tyrant disturbed Burrog.

"What... exactly do you want?"

If the tyrant greedily asks for Bologo's soul, he feels that everything is normal, but when the tyrant asks for nothing and wants to help himself, Bologo feels deeply disturbed.

The free ones are the most expensive.

Bologo understands this truth, and because of this understanding, the tyrant in his eyes at this moment becomes more twisted and weird.

As depicted on the mammon coin, countless threads, maggots, and snakes are entangled together. So what is hidden under this darkness?

Bologo has already reached out and grasped the handle of the knife at his waist. He is not sure whether he can cause harm to the tyrant, but like the futile struggle of a drowning man, Bologo cannot be caught without a fight.

"I just long for a good relationship with you, you see, now that this relationship has been achieved, the invisible thread connects you and me, from the moment you need me, we are an alliance for revenge.

I give you the list of dead, and you will pursue them like death with blade in hand. "

The tyrant stopped writing, and the names were recorded line by line on the paper. This is the list of the god of death, and death will find the names on the list one by one in a short time.

This is what Bologo needs tonight. People and the king's secret sword may be able to escape the prying eyes of the Bureau of Order, but he believes that these people cannot escape the sight of the devil.

These weird existences are so powerful, like real gods.

"By the way, Mr. Lazarus, you've been trying to figure out what you're dealing with, haven't you?"

The tyrant said softly, his words were full of temptation, he knew all the secrets, no matter what it was, he couldn't hide it from his eyes.

"Maybe I can offer you some advice."

Bologo was taken aback, and instead of rushing to respond, he remained silent for a while.

"Is that so? This is another trap. If I listen to the next words, it will definitely lead me to another even more terrifying abyss, but sadly, I don't seem to have a reason to refuse."

The devils never lie, there is no need to worry about the authenticity of the information, but once he listens to the words of the tyrant, Bologo knows that everything will slide into the abyss.

"You should pay more attention to the ground under your feet, Mr. Lazarus."

The tyrant said, everything seems to have been planned for a long time, everything is in the established track, he only needs to reach out and fiddle with it.

"Sixty-six years ago, it was the sacred city of King Solomon. Sixty-six years later, this is the City of Oath, Opus. This is an ancient land, and there are too many secrets hidden here."

"This city is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface, and there is far more than one existence like me here."

Old words spit out from the throat, bringing the corrupt breath of time.

Bologo forgot to breathe for a moment, and the last words of the tyrant almost pierced his heart.

"More than one..."

Burrog whispered emotionlessly.

"city.

Mr. Lazarus, don't you think city is a very romantic, deformed, crazy word? "

The tyrant shouted loudly.

"The city is like a materialized faith, a great towering obelisk, a worshiped totem, it is made of cold metal and solid concrete.

It is a collection of huge consciousness, a twisted monster, a grotesque god.

Human beings supported it, and countless foreigners came here from thousands of miles to pay their blood and lives for it, and under the construction of human beings, it turned into a barbaric and weird spectacle.

The city has become more and more complex and huge, like a giant beast full of life, squirming its huge limbs, eating continuously, growing more ferocious gray concrete buildings, like a spear piercing the sky, constantly rising and collapsing , rising again, closer to the sky. "

Under the high-pitched voice, the tyrant's emotions became more and more agitated, and even the human figure began to twist, one arm after another pierced his back, waving like a cheering crowd.

The position of the elbow is split, and a brand new arm grows out, like a luxuriant tree branch. On the new arm, new arms continue to grow at the position of the elbow. They dance wildly, grabbing the golden coins, Raise them high.

"The city is the embodiment of human desires, and it lives off of human desires.

It devours people from other lands, from throat to stomach, from blood to bones, until the body is broken.

Lust drives the irrational people to run crazily under the monster's huge corpse, tearing their bodies apart for the more real pleasure.

Greed makes people hungry forever, never stops, and tempts countless people to step into the mouth of giant beasts for wealth, and fight continuously for worthless things. For this reason, even precious things can be easily sold.

Some people will despair in the body of the giant beast. They no longer struggle, let their laziness imprison their thoughts in their decaying bodies, waste time, wait for the arrival of death, and watch their own bodies in carnival and mourning Also turned into a part of that stench and corruption.

Some will hate all in despair, and the savage beast of the city will be in eternal rage, howling, death and misery, until there is no one left. "

Countless arms were like tentacles. They pressed the ground and lifted the tyrant's body high. He overcame the obstacles and easily came to Bologo's body. Thousands of arms fell down and grabbed him like a cage. Grabbed Burrog's body and lifted him up.

"Jealousy is hidden in the bottom of everyone's heart. It makes our hearts never rest. Just a glimpse of that brilliant corner is enough to make us hysterical. What's more sad is that it is never accessible to us."

Sharp fingers tapped on Burrogo's heart.

"It's not that humans parasitize on the city, but the city parasitizes on humans. Humans are the city's servants, sacrifices, and nourishment. But you actually think arrogantly that you are the masters of the city?"

Scarlet eyes stared at Balogo.

"The city is a tombstone made of people's hearts, and it will only expand aimlessly and endlessly."

The frenzied voice died away, and Burlogo responded shortly afterwards.

"This land full of desires is the perfect hunting ground for you."

In this regard, the tyrant just opened countless arms and cheered loudly.

"Welcome! Mr. Borogo Lazarus!

Welcome to this metropolis full of desire and madness! "

　This volume will end around the end of the month, and the manuscripts will be exhausted!The outline is a bit stuck too!Before the end of this volume, the stable double update should enter the state of random double update and stable one update. I'm really sorry!

　　
　
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