Endless Debt.

Chapter 111 The Legend
Bologo has read many books related to transcendence, such as "Ethereum", "Psychology", etc., without exception, more or less the same name is mentioned in these books.

King Solomon.

That is a man known as the closest to the "Secret Source", a scholar who almost touched the truth. He established a sacred city on this ancient land, and countless scholars came here as if to worship, just to join This is in the pursuit of the "secret source".

For this reason, the Sacred City is also known as the City of Scholars, but in the flames of war 66 years ago, the Sacred City fell, and the man who knew the truth of this world best also died in his Golden Palace.

On this barren ruins, Oath City Opals was born.

But Bologo has always had a sense of doubt in his heart, why is it here?Why is it here again?

This is the end of the dispute between the Rhineland Alliance and the Kogadel Empire, and it is also the center of the current group of demons. It seems that this is the gathering place of the ocean currents, and all the evil and gloomy will eventually flock here.

At the moment he saw the tyrant, Bologo thought about the connection between the devil and the city, and he thought that perhaps all these disputes were caused by the existence of these devils.

Devils who feed on desire lurk in this city, wantonly manipulating the miserable human beings.

Now Borrog realized that this was wrong, that the strangeness of the city was not due to these demons, but because of the mystery of the city, so the demons came.

It's an amazing feeling, you're inside the mystery, you're living in the mystery, you're mingling with it, but you're never able to touch the real side.

"This city is not so weird because of you... You are also attracted by something, right?"

Bologo stared at the twisted existence in front of him and said.

"Who knows about this kind of thing?"

This is the first time the tyrant has given such an unclear answer. Hundred Arms put Borrog down and made him sit back on the chair. At the same time, the weird body also lowered, with its head extending like a python. , falling in front of Burlogo.

"I've been looking for someone, Mr. Lazarus, since 66 years ago."

The tyrant deliberately emphasized the time when he mentioned the time, as if hinting at Burlogo.

"Are you looking for me?"

"I'm not sure... I can't describe the person I'm looking for," the scarlet eyes peeped at Bologo, reflecting every inch of his body, "At first, I thought you were me too." someone to look for."

Snake-like heads surrounded him, sniffing at him like a beast.

"You smell wrong, you're not him, but you look like..."

Arms fell from all directions, measuring Burrog's body with his own hands.

"Forget it, I've been waiting for a long time, I don't mind waiting a little longer, anyway, the deal between you and me has been concluded, and the connection has been established."

Another crooked arm stretched out, holding a list between the slender nails.

Burrog stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the moment he touched it, the list blazed into flames, scalding Burrog's palm, and when the fireworks dissipated, one name after another was engraved on it like a tattoo.

Penetrate the flesh and blood, go deep into the bone marrow.

"It will guide you until dawn."

All the arms were retracted into the darkness, and the bowed and twisted human figure returned to normal. The man stood gracefully in front of Bologo, as if the evil scene just now was just a vain illusion.

"Then go on the hunt, Mr. Lazarus, your time is short."

The ticking of the pointer is about to move in the darkness, and midnight is coming, and this will be the deepest moment of darkness.

"Do you know the devil I traded with?" Bologo didn't leave immediately, he looked at the name on the palm of his hand, and he clenched his fists.

The man didn't respond, and stood in place like a sculpture. From the wriggling and twisting group of snakes, Bologo could feel a mocking gaze.

"Forget it, if you know it, tell it," Bologo turned around, his words were cold, "I will get all of this back one day."

The figure was walking on the bloody red carpet, stepping through bunches of lights, and when Burlogo almost melted into the darkness and stepped into the red telephone booth, the man spoke.

"How sad, Mr. Lazarus."

His voice was full of pity, but in Burrog's ears, there was only a high-level sneer.

"Among you humans, there is such a belief, isn't it?

The good go to heaven and the wicked go to hell. "

The man stepped forward, as if chasing Birogo's footsteps, following Birogo's mind like a nightmare.

"Mr. Lazarus, you have sold your soul and finally got out of the quagmire, but now you are stepping back into it.

Again... a deal with the devil.

Aren't you afraid of your own soul, going all the way down into that hell? "

The scarlet eyes peeped into the hearts of mortals, and the man wanted to know that Bologo was really as strong as he showed, or was he just holding on?
As devils, men are very good at this kind of offensive. They find the flaws in the hearts of mortals. As long as they attack a little bit, they will be defeated and become puppets in their own hands.

The leaving figure stopped, and Bologo turned his head, a helpless smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"Are you talking about the fall and hell with a debtor?"

He laughed like he heard some joke.

"It's too late to say these words, tyrant, I don't care about those things long ago, not to mention that I am an undead, I will only sink into the mortal world, whether it is hell or heaven, they will not accept me."

Burrog spoke his nonsense aloud.

"What's more, a person like me who sold his soul has already committed a felony. If he is destined to go to hell, why not commit a heinous crime and become a legend in hell?"

The man's laughter stagnated, and he didn't expect Burlogo to say such a sentence.

"Or, do you want to say that hell is full of villains who were beheaded by me, they are sharpening their weapons, waiting to torture me forever?"

Burrog laughed louder, laughing through the darkness, mocking the devil in turn.

"Isn't that right? When they were alive, they avoided me, feared me, and feared me. Could it be that after they die and go to hell, will they gain the courage to swing their swords at me?"

The man's words sounded childish to Bologo. He didn't even think that the devil would say such a thing to him, which was too ridiculous.

"No, they are still afraid, and more and more afraid, and they tell each other the terrible nightmare that sent them to hell.

The nightmare named Borogo Lazarus.

My notoriety will be sung in hell, and even evil spirits will be afraid of this name, until the depths of hell, the head of sin will also hear my name. "

This is like a cold declaration, declaring the unquenchable anger and the uncompromising iron law of justice.

"It is very sad, Mr Lazarus.

A vengeful ghost haunted by anger, there is no softness in your heart, and there is no warmth in this world to give you, maybe you once had it, but it has long since passed away, and now no one even prays for your fate. "

The man still had a pathetic tone, as if he genuinely felt sorry for Burrog.

Burrog stopped in his tracks, put his hands on his chest, and felt the touch of the cross under the skirt of his clothes.

"Someone will pray for me."

"who?"

The man said nonchalantly, in his opinion, this was Bologo's unwilling self-justification.

"Wicked people."

said Burlogo kindly.

"Wicked people will pray for me in hell, pray that I can live forever, pray that I am invincible, pray that I will never come to hell...

They know very well that when I arrive in hell, it will be the beginning of another eternal nightmare for them. "

The man didn't reply this time, he just stared at Burrog's figure with his scarlet eyes, and kept watching him until Burrog stepped into the red telephone booth.

he left.

No one knew what the man was thinking. He went back to the long table and picked up a blueprint, on which was engraved the design of a mammon coin. The man was troubled by the pattern for a while, but fortunately he now had an idea .

Picking up a rough coin, the man whispered.

"Beyond life and death, earth and heaven..."

The surrounding darkness rolled and condensed, and when the light returned to the world again, Burlogo saw the familiar streets through the glass.

He came back, returning to Opals from that strange space, or in other words, he never left this city, the space where the tyrant must be somewhere in this city.

Before Bologo left, there was a crisp metal sound, and another Mammon coin popped out from the coin-returning mouth, but this time, Bologo didn't even look at it, and just pushed the door and left.

"Yo, Bologo."

There was a shout, and the car stopped by the phone booth, as if waiting for Burrogo, and the man opened the door and came out.

"Vicar..."

Burlogo recognized the bartender.

"The boss ordered me to send it, Opals is very big, and you have a lot of places to go tonight," Vika said, handing over a bunch of car keys, "The gas tank is full, you should be able to drive, right? "

Burlogo ignored him, but asked instead, "Do you know who your boss is?"

"Is it important? When I was cornered, he was the only one who helped me, and that was enough." Vika replied calmly.

Bologo didn't say anything anymore, took the car keys and sat in the car, the engine roared, the steel creature came alive, hot blood flowed in the cold iron.

"Remember to turn on the radio, there is a small gift, of course, this does not need to pay any price."

Vika yelled into the car, he wasn't sure if Burlogo heard it, and before Vika could finish speaking, the car jumped out like a wild beast and ran wildly along the street like a lion released back to the grassland.

……

In the studio, Dudell was sitting in a familiar position, with tonight's radio script in his hands.

Looking up at the time, there are still a few minutes before the broadcast of the show. In the past few minutes, Dudell will carefully read the manuscript, or think about what the show should talk about.

But tonight Dudell didn't think about anything, his mind went blank, he picked up a cigarette and smoked it on his own.

As a professional presenter, Duddell has always felt that smoking in the sacred studio is a kind of evil sacrilege.

Now Dudell himself broke this dogma, he swallowed heavily, trying to calm down his emotions, recalling what happened today in his mind from time to time.

He still feels like a dream until now.

Dudell loves his radio program, but just love is far from enough to maintain all of this. The ratings of the program are not high. After several struggles, Dudell was finally defeated, and the station decided to stop his program .

This is the last time Duddell will host "Fog, Industry, and Delicious Shrimp Crackers." In known graves.

All day long, Duddell and his assistant were crying, talking heartfelt words to each other, as if after midnight, they were going to die.

In fact, it’s not bad to describe it like this, it’s just that going to death in biology has become a death in the workplace.

But a phone call a few minutes ago turned the tide.

Duddell was sitting on the toilet at the time, and the assistant pried open the door of the toilet and pulled Duddell, who had no time to put on his pants, to the phone.

On the phone, the usually aggressive boss spoke like a well-behaved little boy, comforting Dudell softly, as if Duddell was his honeymoon girlfriend.

After layers of persuasion, the boss said to him.

"An anonymous listener has sponsored your radio program. His only request is that you continue to host and provide some song requests if necessary."

That's it, an anonymous listener spent money to save this column. Dudell didn't know how much the anonymous listener spent, but judging from the sincere and sincere attitude of his boss, it must be an unimaginable amount.

According to the assistant, Dudell put down the phone with a dull expression, as if he heard that he was terminally ill, but the next second his expression became wanton indulgence, as if the terminal illness was just a doctor's misdiagnosis.

Looking back now, at that moment Dudell felt like a knight who was alone on the battlefield a hundred years ago. He was ready to die, but when he turned around, he saw flags flying all over the hill.

I don't know who gave the order, and the reinforcements, like crazy customers at a supermarket discount, crushed the strong enemy in front of Dudell.

It was midnight and the bells were ringing.

The microphone light turned from red to green, and Dudell took a deep breath, tearing up the desperate script before him, laughing and speaking his lines.

"Hello listeners! I'm Duddell, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

Duddell's voice has never been smoother, and he almost jumps up in the studio.

"I will accompany you all until the end of the world!" He waved his hand, and the broken paper flew like snow, "Rock music will never die!"

The silver-white car was like a sharp sword piercing the night. It roared and rammed through the narrow streets. Burlogo grabbed the heavy steering wheel and never let go of his foot on the accelerator.He's a good fast driver, even though he hasn't driven in a while.

Duddle's hellish cheers sounded on the radio, and Burlogo couldn't help but burst out laughing together.

The vengeance of the cold night, the joy among strangers.

"Audience leave a message!"

Duddell yelled into the microphone as he said on the phone.

"Enjoy the carnival tonight! Mr. Lazarus!"

The list in his hand was burning, and one light track after another was reflected in Burogo's eyes, guiding the positions of all enemies.

The singing in the radio was loud, and the irritable driver also roared excitedly.

"No hesitation!"

The car smashed through the locked fence, and the guards were knocked down before they had time to react. Someone raised their guns, but the car door was already opened, and the man strode forward and pulled the trigger.

"Unstoppable!"

Gunshots rang out, and the never-ending singing echoed in the car.

"Take the road to hell!"

(End of this chapter)