Endless Debt.

Chapter 145 Epilogue
Rhine calendar 1243, Bureau of Order.

The sound of dry metal rubbing was looming, and the simple elevator descended slowly in the dark and deep vertical shaft, as if exploring an ancient tomb, and the air was filled with dust.

The man leaned against a dark corner and coughed a few times. He always felt that if he stayed here for a long time, he might get some respiratory disease.

But even though he thought so, he still picked up a cigarette, and the light of the ignited flame slightly illuminated his resolute face. He inhaled heavily, and the diffuse smoke and dust mixed together.

There were several cigarette butts scattered on the ground. This was not the first cigarette the man had smoked. I don't know if it was because the elevator was too old, which made the operation efficiency slow, or because the place I was going to was at the bottom of the abyss.

The man feels like he's been here for hours and the descent hasn't stopped.

The interior of the Bureau of Order is very modern, and some styles can be called avant-garde, but in such a place, some areas still maintain the ancient style hundreds of years ago, and the old and new are alternated together.

The stone walls covered with damp moss, the dusty candlesticks, the lifts were stained with rust, and the wooden boards under their feet were also crumbling. The man felt that if he exerted a little force, he might step on the ground and fall into the darkness.

Fortunately, these old areas are inaccessible to ordinary staff. In the entire Bureau of Order, only a few people can enter them. Men happen to be one of them, and they are also the most powerful ones.

After smoking another cigarette, the man felt a little anxious. He touched his chest, but found that the cigarette just now was the last one in the pack.

"Ah...damn it."

The man complained, then remembered what the woman had said to him.

"You should quit smoking."

"What's wrong? Sublimation people don't get lung cancer, let alone a sublimation person like me." The man responded with raised eyebrows.

"I just don't like the smell of smoke."

The woman walked over and pinched out her cigarette. She might have wanted to kiss herself, but pinched her nose and said with a frown.

"It stinks."

Thinking of this, the man laughed to himself. He squeezed the cigarette case into a ball and threw it casually towards the darkness.

Suddenly the elevator shook violently, and the man looked shocked. He thought that no matter how old and dilapidated the place was, it wouldn't shut down because of his littering.

But soon the shaking stopped, the iron gate opened, and a dim light lit up from the front. A man in gray was waiting for him with a candlestick in his hand.

It wasn't that there was a problem with the elevator, but that the man finally arrived at his destination.

"Phew, it's uncomfortable to come to this ghost place once."

The man stepped out of the elevator, he stretched his body to his heart's content, and only then did he notice that he was so tall, almost like a strong bull.

"Deputy Director Nethaniel."

The man in gray nodded at Nethaniel. He was not addressing the Minister of the Field Service Department, but the Deputy Director of the Order Bureau.

"Good morning, Warden, you look well."

Nethaniel patted the man in gray on the back, looked at the unknowable darkness under his robe, and spoke nonsense.

The darkness and gray clothes covered the warden's whole body, but this did not prevent him from expressing displeasure, but the displeasure was unhappiness. The warden knew very well that this man didn't care about his own thoughts at all, and he always did his own way.

The warden hated physical contact, but every time the old boy came, he still had no memory of patting himself and scolding himself angrily, and he would say, "You have been in the dark for too long, you need to Some life, my friend."

Nethaniel felt full of vitality, it was undeniable, few people could be like him, at his age, with the mentality of a young man.

"Lead the way, I feel like no matter how many times I come here, I can't remember the way, it's too dark here... don't you think about installing more lights?"

Nethaniel rambled on, but the warden simply ignored his words.

What hovered around was not only darkness, but also some kind of mist that devoured light, no matter what kind of light source could last forever here, only the candlestick in the hands of the warden could slightly illuminate the surroundings, but it was only the surroundings.

After leaving the elevator, the warden led Nethaniel up a narrow road, which was built along a steep cliff. With his sight blocked, he couldn't judge his position at all, let alone those hidden narrow roads. road.

Apart from the line of sight, this place is still in a state of ether vacuum. Nethaniel tried to release some ether, and soon these floating ethers were eaten away by things from the darkness. They not only swallowed light, but also bit ether.

These actions could not be concealed from the warden, but he didn't say much, and he came to inspect the security capabilities of the black prison as the deputy director.

"Talk to me, Warden."

It was too quiet here, Nethaniel could vaguely hear the sound of his own heart pumping blood, he needed to say something to break the damned silence.

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about him," Nethaniel said, "I'm really curious to be so expected by the director."

The warden was silent for a while, and a hoarse voice came, as if a mummy was talking.

"That was 66 years ago. He was discovered by Albert Alfredo from the battlefield," the warden recalled the scene at the time. All people were burnt into towering pillars of salt, and in the hell where sulfur and fireworks floated, he was the only living person struggling in pain."

"After that, Albert Alfredo became the first director of the Order Bureau, and he also became the first prisoner of the black cell."

Speaking of this, the warden's tone hesitated, and then added.

"Actually calling him a prisoner is not accurate. You are also aware of the nature of Guangzhuo. Rather than imprisoning him, we should isolate him to prevent the power of Guangzhuo from spreading.

Except for the power of resurrection from death, he is just an ordinary person, unable to resist the burning of the light. When his body was destroyed into a pillar of salt, he began to resurrect, and so on.

Guangzhuo was like a curse, equal to his resurrection. He struggled in pain and death for several years before he completely defeated Guangzhuo and completely cut off this terrifying power. "

The warden's voice was devoid of emotion.

"After Guangzhuo disappeared, because of too many deaths, he fell into a deep sleep for several years before waking up, and it has been more than ten years since he was locked in a dark prison."

"What's his reaction after waking up?" Nethaniel asked curiously.

"Depression, guilt, severe self-destructive tendencies. I thought it was the torture brought by Guangzhuo that broke his spirit, but in a conversation, I learned that what really tortured him was another thing."

The warden stopped talking and motioned for Nethaniel to follow him. The two left the steep narrow path and came to a huge cliff.

The rising torchlight in the darkness illuminates the things in front of us. On the metal gate, there are reliefs of ghosts and gods. They are hideous and want to break through the door. The light flickers slightly, and the light and shadow on the reliefs also change. For a moment they seemed to come alive.

Nethaniel could already imagine that scene. The ghosts and gods were wailing in the hot molten iron. They wanted to climb out of this place, but they were driven back by sharp spears, and finally solidified into a hideous appearance. Gold sealed the door. , engraved with sacred words on it, vowing to eradicate these evils from the world forever.

The warden slowly raised his hand, the rocks trembled, the ground shook, and the sealed gold showed a strange liquid feeling. A gap was slowly opened at the giant gate that was as high as the cliff, and he and Nethaniel stepped into it.

Behind the door is a deep well, a huge, deep, spiral downward deep well, and the spirally extended narrow path is filled with quietly burning candles, corresponding to the candles, there are roads on the wall of the well, The prison door was cast by molten iron, and the continuous light extended to the end of the darkness.

As if the imprisoned evil spirits smelled the breath of living people, the deep well became agitated for a moment, the howling of wild animals, the wailing of ghosts, the crying of women... everything constituted the elegy of hell.

"He felt that he was the one who caused so many deaths, but I asked him why he felt that way, and he couldn't tell," the warden walked down the spiral narrow passage, "like the pen he had forgotten Why he felt that way, he couldn't explain it himself, he just said repeatedly that he should be responsible for this tragedy."

The cell door beside him vibrated violently, Nethaniel turned his head, his pupils were burning with brilliant golden flames, and after just one glance, the cell door stopped agitating and completely fell silent.

"But we all know that it was King Solomon who launched the blaze, brimstone and fire that burned all over the battlefield, turning everyone into pillars of salt, together with himself... This tragedy has nothing to do with him." The flames in Nethaniel's eyes Extinguished, whispered softly.

"You don't need to shoot, they can't escape." The warden let out a hoarse laugh.

"I just feel a little irritable and want to find a punching bag," Nethaniel shrugged, and then asked, "What else?"

"He thinks he has something to do with this tragedy. Although he can't say these things clearly, it is probably out of guilt. He cooperates with us very much, whether it is limit testing or interrogation."

The warden continued.

"We suspect that this may be related to the content of his transaction, such as the way the transaction was concluded, which made him mistakenly think that he was related to this tragedy. Think about it, everyone is dead, turning into ashen pillars of salt standing on the scarlet On the battlefield, you will be left alone in the end... He doesn’t know about King Solomon, nor does he know about the existence of Guangzhuo, he probably thinks that he caused all this by himself.”

At that time, no one explained these things to him, and that information was taboo to Sublimation, let alone debtors.

Nethaniel was silent, and after a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Suppose, he is really related to this tragedy?"

The pace of the warden stopped, Nethaniel could feel the sight cast from under the gray coat, and the hoarse voice sounded again.

"Do you think this is possible? Deputy Director Nethaniel."

The voice of the man in gray was unprecedentedly serious, and even a little frightening.

"You and I both know why the Fall of the Holy City started, but we just keep our mouths shut."

"Yes, if there is no Fall of the Holy City, I am afraid that in a few hundred years, we will not face up to the threat of the devil." Nethaniel laughed at himself.

"So that's the end of the investigation about him?"

"Well, that's the end of it. He cooperated very well, and apart from the identity of his debtor, there was really nothing useful to be found out, and then he was forgotten like this."

The warden recalled bits and pieces of the past.

"I have been observing him. In the years since then, this guy has been immersed in grief, and still thinks that he is the chief culprit of the tragedy. He wants to die, but he can't die, even if he is starved to death, But after death, he will come back to life robustly.

Suddenly one day this guy came out of self-destruction, and he was sitting in the corner, looking like he was thinking. "

The warden still remembered that moment. It should be the first time the warden had spoken to him in so many years. He hadn't spoken for too many years, and he stuttered when he spoke.

"I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was remembering, and he could endure loneliness with memories. After many years, he still maintained his sanity, exercising in a narrow cell every day, recalling his life."

"Sounds really interesting."

"Yes, I have seen many people going to destruction in the dark, but this is the first time I have seen a person climb out of the abyss by himself without external help," the warden affirmed, "He Always maintain a regular life, even if there is only such a small space for activities.”

"I asked him, all this is meaningless, and he can't leave here, and he replied that he is an undead, mountains and rivers will collapse, and kingdoms will also be destroyed. Even a huge organization like ours will be fragmented one day. But he is immortal, just keep waiting, and one day he will step on our ruins and be free."

"Unexpectedly philosophical, what is he going to do after he goes out?" Nethaniel asked, "To be a psychiatrist?"

"I don't know, but I think it should be investigating things related to him, investigating the truth about the fall of the holy city, and finding out the content of his deal with the devil. He thinks that his hands are stained with the blood of those people, and he needs to give An answer for himself, regardless of whether the answer is what he wants."

For so many years, the warden has been observing him. Compared with other prisoners, he is so special, so strange.

The two stopped, and before they knew it, they had come to the bottom of the deep well, where a prison door stood lonely, and it held the first prisoner since the establishment of the black prison.

"Actually, we have held him for so long, and there is another purpose." The warden said suddenly.

"He is a debtor, the agent of the devil. He has a powerful immortal body. Unfortunately, he is just an ordinary person without any power. We imprison him, which is equivalent to restricting the actions of the devil." Nai Sanier said he understood what the warden meant.

"We have always regarded this place as a trap. If the devil wants to use this agent, we must find a way to rescue him, but for so many years, nothing happened, even during the secret war, there was no abnormality here... It seems even the devil has forgotten him."

The warden shook his head regretfully, and then said.

"But now, we actually want to take the initiative to release him."

For a while, both of them fell silent, a strange cold surged in their bones, and their eyes met in unison, until Nethaniel's embarrassing laughter broke the dead silence.

He stopped after laughing a few times, with a little distress appearing on his face.

"Maybe, the devil is counted to this day? There is no need to rescue him, we will let him out."

"It's like an inescapable fate...It sounds really scary." The warden said as he stretched out his hand to touch the sealed cell door, the touch was cold, like stroking ice.

"If we are really in the devil's calculations now, why now? It's not too early, not too late, but this is the time to let him return to the world."

Nethaniel couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to figure it out. He believed in his friend, and believed that he, as the director of the Bureau of Order, would not make a wrong choice.

Seeing the darkness under the gray robe, a blazing white light suddenly burst out, and the raging ether was released along the fingertips, even burning the cold gray metal of the prison door into a glowing red.

The gold that sealed the gaps in the prison door began to melt, falling down in large chunks, and even the reliefs of ghosts and gods on the prison door came alive. As the metal flowed and twisted, they hoarse bloody mouths and sharp minion tail blades.

Shenjing became agitated again for a moment, the monsters slammed into the prison door, and the strange voices gathered together, talking and roaring.

"He's going to be released."

"The guys from the Bureau of Order have finally gone crazy."

"Bigger villains, bigger monsters!"

Amid the endless murmurs and shouts, Nethaniel's eyes were shining golden, and he said in a trembling voice.

"Quiet!"

The mighty power of glory spread out, setting off a storm in the deep well, and even the sticky darkness receded, but the group of demons did not stop, but laughed even louder, mocking Nethaniel's folly.

But when the golden seal melted, ghosts and gods died one after another, and when the cold iron prison door opened, the group of demons became quiet for a moment, not even whispering, for fear of disturbing the things in the deep well.

The world is quiet, and the madness grows savagely in the silence.

Nethaniel looked nervously at the darkness inside the prison door, and he was ready. If a monster rushed out of it, he would kill the monster and cast its body into steel, even if it could die And the resurrection will also be frozen at the bottom of this deep well forever.

Bright light trails were looming on Nethaniel's body surface. He walked in, but found no monsters, only a man standing on his head in the center of the cell.

The man's body was covered with sweat. It seemed that he had been in an upside-down posture for some time. His body was as motionless as a stone sculpture. During years of training, he had already completely controlled every muscle in his body.

He turned around gracefully, his feet touched the ground silently, and then stood up straight. His blue eyes looked at Nethaniel. This was the No.1 he had seen for so many years.

For some reason, Nethaniel was a little terrified by his gaze, and then he realized his strange feeling.

In this dark and hopeless cage, the man spent a long time alone. Not only did he stand up from the destruction, but he also maintained his rationality and planned an extremely distant future. He is not a monster, but he is better than a monster.

"Bologo Lazarus."

Nethaniel read out the man's name, staring into those cold blue eyes, he felt that he had uttered an ominous curse.

"you're free."

(End of this chapter)