Endless Debt.

Chapter 170 The Umbilical Cord
In the "Devil and Electric Guitar Operation Guide" written by Nethaniel, the mysterious and powerful deputy director mentioned the importance of the name more than once.

Names are magic.

On that taboo blood contract, the names of both humans and demons were written at the same time, thus making the precious soul change hands.

"If you want to call a devil, first of all, you need to know its name."

In a trance, Nethaniel's whispers lingered in his ears, and then they were crushed by the pale tentacles. It just protruded from the thin pool of blood, as if the blood was connected to another space.

He heard the name called by Bologo, and found his bearings in the darkness.

The tyrannical madness rose to the extreme, the rational world gradually collapsed, and everything in the field of vision seemed to have vitality, wriggling slowly like flesh and blood.

The terrifying pressure almost made Burlogo unable to breathe, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.

A piercing scream escaped Bailey's throat as he yelled.

"It shouldn't be like this... everything is over!"

Burrog attacked the ceremony, and all the preparations were in vain. It stands to reason that the ceremony was interrupted, but now it is running again.

This... this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the ritual.

Bailey looked at Bologo with red eyes. The light on Bologo's body surface was soaring, and a strange silver liquid overflowed, covering Bologo's body, and at the same time solidified into tough metal.

The fine pain was released from Bailey's body, and he saw countless silver snakes struggling to escape from his body, all of them flocked to Bologo, and gathered together with the silver-white iron armor.

"It's you!"

Bailey roared loudly, madness filled his distorted face.

He had heard it said in the sect that some could easily call them at just the right moment by simply whispering their names.

But everything has a price.

Burrog wasn't as crazy as Bailey, he still remained calm and calmly dealt with everything in front of him. His pale tentacles stretched out from the mirror of the pool of blood, slapping the wall and destroying the ground in a wild dance.

Hitting on the iron armor, the metal surface dented instantly, and Bologo slammed into the benches piled up in the corner, and then the tentacles did not continue to attack, but rolled up Bailey.

In Bailey's wailing, the tentacles easily twisted Bailey's body, and the flesh and blood did not fall, but firmly stuck to the surface of the tentacles.

There was a weird chewing sound.

The surface of the tentacles is not a smooth and flat skin, but countless, squeezed together or even indistinguishable, barnacle-like tissues. As the blood soaks, they crack one after another, revealing tiny mouthparts, gnawing hungrily Eating flesh and blood.

Corresponding to the name of gluttony.

In a blink of an eye, Bailey was eaten clean, and there was no residue left, as if he had never existed. If it hadn't been for Burlogo who interfered with the ceremony, maybe the one who was eaten now was the unlucky Bane. up.

After eating Bailey, the tentacles are still not satisfied. To be precise, from the beginning of its birth, it has no idea what satisfaction is.

The end of the tentacles cracked, and a huge compound eye protruded from the blood dripping. It stared at Burrog, and then let out a woman's chuckle.

Burrogo knew very well that he would be the next one.

Even experts couldn't have predicted such a situation, and Burlogo could only attribute it all to his umbilical cord.

The devil who took away his own soul valued him extraordinarily. When he gained immortality, his connection with the devil became extremely deep.

It is this deep connection that allows Bologo to ignore the lack of rituals, and then call out this strange existence, and it is also because of this nightmarish curse that makes Bologo fall into such a predicament.

Want to get caught?

Bologo is an undead, but no one knows what will happen to this weird devil. Even the undead will be imprisoned. He doesn't want to go through the black prison again.

Blood energy rose, almost filling the entire church, and the tentacles attacked again, and it wanted to devour the only life in the room.

Bologo tried his best to move his body under the heavy pressure. As an ordinary person, facing this crazy oppression, it is rare to be able to resist. Act under pressure.

Palmer often said that Burlogo was like a fan of fantasy movies. He watched too many strange things, and even his own brain became distorted.

Throwing out the hook and nailing it into the broken ceiling above his head, Burrog's soared into the air, avoiding the predation of the tentacles.

According to the thoughts of these cultists, he should have summoned the devil, but unlike the rational and somewhat elegant devil like the tyrant, this devil is obviously much more violent now, like a beast that only acts on instinct.

Or maybe what I see is not the real devil, but just an illusory incarnation?Or the embodiment of power.

No... not like that.

Transactions and Prices.

The frenzied attack of the tentacles is actually asking for a price. It is so violent, only because Bologo, the lunatic who called it, is now reneging on his debts and refusing to pay the price of flesh and blood.

"I didn't sign it!"

After figuring it out, Bologo yelled and summoned the ceiling, the bricks and stones collapsed, turned into a dangling giant sword, hit the tentacles, and shattered into flying dust.

The smoke and dust were stirred, and something was about to come, and then thousands of blood threads broke through the dust, and the soft liquid turned into scarlet thorns, whipping towards Bologo.

There was no room to hide in mid-air, the Snake Scale Liquid was fully unfolded, the silver-white metal continued to proliferate, and the thick armor completely wrapped Bologo.

Dazzling sparks burst out, and Bologo hit the ground, the armor on his body fell apart, and half of his body was bloody.

Blood filled his throat, and the opponent was much stronger than Bologo imagined. Just one blow made Bologo weak, and the pain invaded the nerves. His body gradually became numb, and it was even difficult to maintain the power of ether Output, the broken iron armor crumbled into scattered mercury, sprinkled all over the ground.

The tentacles slowly approached, and the scarlet thorns entangled up. Burogo could clearly see those tiny barnacles opening their mouths on the surface of the tentacles, ready to enjoy his not-so-delicious flesh and blood.

Suddenly, the movement of the tentacles faltered, and then it lost its color in Borrog's eyes, turning an eerie gray, and collapsed.

The ceremony... is over?

Under Bologo's suspicion, the tentacles collapsed, annihilated, and dissipated into a large amount of dust. It was also at this time that Bologo noticed that the corpses piled up on the ground before and the patterns drawn by blood all disappeared. Yes, with haptic limbs.

All of this disappeared. It seemed that every minute and every second of the existence of the tentacles was rapidly consuming the flesh and blood. The moment the flesh and blood were exhausted, the ritual was completely terminated.

Bologo was stunned for a few seconds, thankful that everything was over, he stood up staggeringly, the injuries on his body were healing rapidly, and the scattered mercury gathered on the ground again, and crawled back to Burlogo's body.

Aside from the remaining madness, Bologo clearly felt another abnormality at this time. He thought it was the severe pain that made him lose control of the Sly Snake Scale Liquid, but now it seems that this is not the case.

It can be clearly felt that the ether hovering around is much thinner. It seems that the tentacles are not only eating flesh and blood, but also devouring the overflowing ether all the time. The method broke through the critical point of his moment soul, eroded his own ether, and caused the alchemy weapon to lose control.

"It's crazy..."

Bologo said with a little bit of fear.

After walking a few steps forward, Bologo saw the booklet that fell on the ground, picked it up, and opened the pages, the words on it clearly came into view.

After a while, Burrog raised his head again, looking at the collapsed ruins, he just wanted to stay away from this weird place.

Complex events should be handled by professionals, which is why the world needs experts.

Boluogo is very good at killing enemies, but in the face of this weird and evil ritual, his experience is really not enough. This kind of thing should be handed over to the ninth group. Remember that the ninth group is the operation group that specializes in dealing with these evil rituals.

His thoughts relaxed a bit, and Bologo was about to leave this ghostly place, but suddenly a cold and sticky feeling came from the back of his neck, and then extended to his neck, bursts of fragrance, accompanied by lazy moans, seemed A woman who came out of the bath wrapped herself in steam.

Burrog couldn't move, as if his whole body was frozen.

"You smell strange."

The light voice lingered in the ears, the woman hugged herself from behind, her white palms stretched along Burogo's neckline, under his clothes, and touched his chest.

Cold sweat dripped into his eyes, but Bologo kept his eyes open, staring at the front of nothingness.

"I remember you."

It was supposed to be a hateful remark, but the woman said it as if she were flirting with Burlogo.

The woman disappeared.

Burrog stood stiffly on the spot, until the madness completely dissipated, then he suddenly knelt down, put his hands on the ground, big drops of sweat dripped down, and heavy panting continued.

Severe pain came from his chest, which was not something his willpower could bear. Bologo began to twitch all over, fell to the ground and struggled.

He stretched out his hand indiscriminately, tore off his clothes, and exposed his chest, trying in vain to cool down the burning flesh and blood.

I don't know how long it took before Bologo eased from this extreme state. He leaned on the broken wall to prop up his body.

Lowering his head, he saw a shallow handprint on the position of the heart, which was engraved there forever like a scar, and even the immortal body could not heal it.

Bologo slowly raised his head, his eyes passed through the dilapidated building, and cast his eyes on the chaotic gray above his head.

He recalled the woman's voice, her smell, and... her name.

(End of this chapter)