Endless Debt.

Chapter 140 Shadow King
For some people, the Oath City Opals is divided into two regions, the agreement area and other urban areas, but in the eyes of others, the city is divided into Opals and the Great Rift.

Great Rift.

For the vast majority of citizens, they will never have any contact with it in their lives. After all, the newspapers and periodicals report the deaths in the Great Rift every day. For many people, the Great Rift is like a place of death that is close at hand. It was blocked by countless cordons and barbed wire, and only existed in the rising smog.

Over time, the Great Rift in the eyes of many people is just a dangerous place with a harsh environment, but in the eyes of those who really understand the composition of the Great Rift, the Great Rift looks completely different, so they divided the Great Rift into three regions in terms of depth , the upper section, the middle section, and the lower section.

The company's mines, Wandering Fork Road, Qiushang Town, etc. are located in the upper area, and the middle area is below them, but few people can establish a stable base there, only the traces of active people. As for the lower area, there is The place covered by dense fog, although the area has been established, few people can successfully explore there.

People are mainly active in the upper part of the Great Rift, and extend to the various bifurcated rift valleys. Under the complex terrain structure of the Great Rift, it has enough shadows to shelter those desperadoes.

Jamon clutched the wound on his body and walked slowly on the rusty corridor, never thinking that he is now a member of the Desperadoes.

According to the original plan, he should have led a whole long sword team here, but under the disturbance of the Bureau of Order, he was the only one who escaped, and he paid a huge price for this.

There was a constant sense of weakness all over his body, and the secret sword worn on his waist exuded a condensed aura.

This secret sword is called "Blood Shifting Sword". It is different from conventional alchemy weapons. It is a contract item that consumes a lot of blood to travel through winding paths.

It does not have a strong lethality, but it needs to kill himself when it is activated, but Jia Meng likes this secret sword very much. Relying on its blood shifting power, this secret sword has saved himself countless times.

Just like this time.

Jamon is not afraid of death. What he is more afraid of is that the secrets in his mind will be discovered. Unlike other members of the team, for safety reasons, the members of the team have undergone memory cutting a long time ago, and they do not remember the details of the situation , but clearly remember who he is loyal to.

But Jameng didn't perform memory cutting, after all, there must be someone who stays awake to lead them.

All kinds of accidents happened, but fortunately, I escaped, and even luckier, I have successfully reached the big rift.

Jamon walked along the promenade, so that the promenades erected on the cliffs can be seen everywhere in the big rift, and there is basically no one to maintain these things, so every step needs to be careful.

The blue mist rolled around, and sometimes Jamon felt that he had come to another world.

He could only see the hazy light falling from the top of his head, but he couldn't see where the sky was, and even the gloomy clouds couldn't be glimpsed. Looking down, it was still rolling and deposited mist, which reflected a little light, covering the sky. into the abyss under the Great Rift.

Sometimes Jamon wanted to describe this place as an underground world, but he felt that this was not accurate.

It is a place where there is no sky, no earth, and a gap between the two.

There was a breeze blowing the mist, as if an invisible ghost passed by him, and he could clearly see that the mist was disturbed, and then there were bursts of ethereal and strange sounds echoing.

Jamon knew that it was the sound caused by the passing breeze, but he couldn't help but imagine that scene.

Countless ghosts linger in the Great Rift, singing softly, waiting for the fallen dead who step into the abyss.

People are distorted by the environment. People who stay in the gloom for a long time will have a sickly white complexion, and they will turn dark again after being exposed to the sun for a long time... The ghost knows that if you stay in the Great Rift for a long time, people will become What does it look like.

He didn't continue to think about it, but quickened his pace. There are no road signs and house numbers in the Great Rift. In this shadowy place, as long as you want to hide, few people will be able to find you.Jameng also knew the route in advance, so his pace was not lost.

The promenade came to the end, there was no way. Jameng poked his head out, and he could see the iron plates inserted horizontally on the steep cliff below, like a simple ladder.

It takes some courage to advance along such a ladder, and if you accidentally stumble, you will fall into the big crack and be swallowed by the rolling mist.

Enduring the severe pain in his body, Jia Meng jumped down. After the heavy rain, the iron plate was more slippery than he imagined. He almost lost his footing, so he could only stab the secret sword into the wall to stabilize his figure.

A few pieces of gravel fell down, and the iron plate was also shaking. Jameng didn't stop much, and walked forward quickly.

He was getting closer and closer to the fog, as if he was about to step into the thick fog. Jamon felt that his breathing became a little difficult, and there was a tingling burning sensation in his respiratory tract.

These fumes are poisonous.

He covered his nose and mouth. While advancing, Jamon's height was also dropping continuously. He had already left the upper section and reached the middle section.

Another basis for dividing the area is the poisonous fog. The upper area is basically not affected by the poisonous fog, the middle area is affected, and the lower area is completely engulfed by the fog.

Residents of the large fissure worry that the fog in the large fissure many years ago only existed in the lower area, and the middle area was completely unaffected by the fog, but these years the fog has been rising continuously, as if it is about to erupt from the large fissure .

The thick fog completely engulfed Jia Meng, his pupils felt dry, and tears overflowed uncontrollably. The surrounding area was completely white, but soon Jia Meng saw the lights indicating the direction, and they followed each other. one.

If they hadn't known in advance, absolutely no one would have found this place. Following the light, Jamon finally stopped in front of an iron gate, which was built against the cliff, as if someone hollowed out the interior and built a refuge.

He knocked on the iron door, and after a brief silence, the baffle on the iron door was pulled open, and a sight came from the darkness.

"For the real king." Jameng said solemnly.

The shield was pulled up, along with the lower shield, which was round enough to pass through a barrel, and if Jamon answered incorrectly, he would be shot.

This level of shooting was not enough to kill the Prayer, but it was enough to push him back from the cliff and into the deep fog.

No one knows what lies under the fog, and no one dares to bet on it all.

The iron door was opened, the man in black made an invitation gesture, and Jia Meng entered the room with a somewhat excited expression.

The indoor space is larger than imagined. These men in black robes seem to have pierced through the entire cliff, like a huge chapel built in the rocks. The candles are piled on the ground, the wax oil is flowing, and the faint fire light swaying.

At the end of the candlelight, an old man was sitting on the ground in a black robe, holding a fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing with a hammer. Beside him, stood another man, he was not wearing black. Instead of a robe, he is covered in iron armor, like a guard, guarding the old figure.

Jamon recognized the face of the iron armor in an instant, and he called out in a trembling voice.

"The third seat... you really didn't die, all of this is true..."

The third seat, who was supposed to die in the secret war, just appeared in front of his eyes. As rumored, the third seat did not die, he just hid in the shadow of the big rift, waiting for the return of the true king .

The third seat didn't say much, just nodded to Jamon and signaled him to move forward.

Jia Meng's eyes fell on the third seat, the fisherman.

Bursts of twilight illuminated Jamon's face, and the ground behind the third seat was made of glass. The huge round glass allowed people to easily see the sea of ​​fog below.

A small hole was punched in the center of the circle, and the man held up a fishing rod, fishing for something in the sea of ​​fog.

Jamun walked up to the man, then knelt down respectfully.

As I imagined, under the black robe was a crooked figure, whose body was old and collapsed, and his face was covered by a delicate silver mask covered with magnificent patterns.

The melody echoed in Jamon's throat. He wanted to say something, but the hoarse voice interrupted him.

"Just call me Shadow King now. After all, I haven't really ascended to the throne yet, so I can only hide in this shadow."

Jamon lowered his head, not daring to look up at him, and he didn't dare to say anything, then the hoarse voice sounded again, and then he pushed a cutting board towards Jamon, with a knife on it.

"I need some bait," said Shadow King.

Jameng didn't hesitate. He put his hand on the chopping board, raised the knife, cut off his little finger with one stroke, and lifted his bloody finger enduring the severe pain.

"Oh, thanks."

The Shadow King took Jamon's finger, put it on a fishhook, and threw it down the small hole to the endless sea of ​​mist below.

After an unknown amount of time, Jameng's face turned pale, and the blood under his body outlined patterns, staining the sea of ​​fog with scarlet.

Suddenly the fishing rod shook violently, and the Shadow King shouted excitedly.

"Hooked!"

He was as happy as a child, pulling the fishing rod vigorously, shrinking the fishing line, and fishing a ball of scarlet flesh from the sea of ​​fog.

The flesh and blood grew wantonly, wrapping around Jamon's severed finger, making a fine chewing sound, as if this mass of flesh and blood was eating another mass of flesh and blood.

Jamon was stunned. He had never seen such a weird thing. The scarlet flesh squirmed and stretched. After eating the severed finger, it was still trying to eat the hook and fishing line. All the substances it touched would be destroyed. It devours.

What disturbed Jamon even more was that this thing was fished out of the sea of ​​fog—it came from under the Great Rift.

What Jia Meng didn't expect was that this was just the beginning. The Shadow King tore off the scarlet flesh and stuffed it into the withered and shriveled body, as if there was a huge hideous mouth hidden under the black robe. Swallowing the scarlet flesh with a big gulp.

The Shadow King let out bursts of groaning pleasure. As the flesh and blood were swallowed up, his crooked figure seemed a little stronger, and his sickly body was a little more bloody.

Jamong was cold all over, he no longer knew what he was facing, but at this moment, the Shadow King shifted his gaze to Jamon and said.

"Welcome, my loyal shield guard."

(End of this chapter)