Endless Debt.

Chapter 171 Atheist

It was all over when Palmer returned to the church, which was crumbling, with splintered masonry smashing the idol, and Burlogo sitting under the rubble, looking sullen.

In fact, it took less than a few minutes from the arrival of the devil to the departure, but the terrible pressure and sense of uncertainty made Burlogo's perception of time infinitely dull.

The pain in the chest gradually subsided, but the handprints still did not subside. This was the first time since Burlogo became a debtor that he encountered such an injury that could not heal itself.

It might not be an injury, but a curse, a curse that cannot be removed.

"what happened?"

Palmer, who returned, questioned Burlogo. Not long after he left, it seemed like a big battle here, and judging from the state of his partner, Burlogo seemed to have lost.

Bailey?

Palmer thought so, and tried to find Bailey's body, but he found that the corpses, bloody pictures and other things stained with flesh and blood that had been piled up in the church before had disappeared without leaving any traces.

Palmer realized the problem and looked at Burlogo seriously.

"The ceremony was successful?"

This was impossible. He and Bologo rescued Bane as a living sacrifice, and killed them all, sending all these cultists to hell. It stands to reason that the ceremony would be terminated.

"The ceremony was not successful...it's just that the devil came up by itself."

Bologo responded that he still remembered the mysterious feeling at that time, a voice tempted him from the bottom of his heart, made him call out the name, and made the devil see himself in a void.

This feels so bad.

Bologo picked up the booklet in his hand, which is the physical evidence that can prove that what he saw is not illusory. From Bailey's words and the narration in the booklet, Bologo has roughly understood the existence of the Gorilla Rot Sect.

This is an evil sect that believes in the devil, and what they serve is a devil named Beelzebub the Gluttonous.

If Bologo's guess is correct, the illusory woman who left her handprint on her chest is the devil. As for why she remembers herself, it may be related to her disrupting her ritual.

No... not like that.

There are many extraordinary organizations in this world, and most of them maintain a hostile attitude towards devils. According to the records of the Bureau of Order, the Bureau of Order even teamed up with the King's Secret Sword to destroy the rituals of the cultists a long time ago. This shows that people Vigilance against the devil.

Boluoge felt that women were not stingy guys. She couldn't afford to go against everyone who disturbed her ceremony. The reason why she stared at herself might be because of her special status.

"I've been looking for someone for a long, long time."

The tyrant's words echoed in his ears, and he could feel it from the tyrant's attitude towards himself. In the eyes of the devils, he was considered a relatively special existence.

"weird smell."

The woman also mentioned the so-called "smell", and the tyrant had said similar things before. Bologo had a smell that the tyrant was familiar with, but he was sure that he was not that person.

Bologo felt a bit of a headache. Apart from the devil that took his soul, he had already encountered two devils. He really didn't know whether it was luck or bad luck.

"Do you know the orangutan sect? Palmer." Burlogo asked.

"Scarlet Sect? An old acquaintance." Palmer walked over and responded to Burlogo's question.

Burlog raised his head and saw Palmer's wry smile.

"Can't be such a coincidence?" said Burlogo.

"This is fate, or... bad luck!"

Palmer complained loudly, and then he sat next to Burrogo, and his voice sounded slowly.

"I talked to you, how did I become a debtor?" Palmer asked.

"I know, you strayed into an evil ritual scene, but you usurped the ritual and made a deal with the devil," Burrog guessed, "Could it be that what you encountered at that time was from the Scarlet Sect? The scene of the ceremony?"

"You guessed right, but unfortunately there is no reward." Palmer nodded in affirmation.

This is really the case, Burlogo didn't know what to say for a while, and then Palmer continued.

"Theoretically speaking, Opals... No, the entire Great Rift is the forbidden area of ​​the Scarlet Sect. The Bureau of Order can tolerate the king's secret sword breaking into Opals, but the Scarlet Sect will never be allowed to approach the Great Rift."

Palmer talked about the trivial matters of the Bureau of Order. Burlogo hadn't been employed for a long time, so he didn't know much about these things.

"I don't understand why the Bureau of Order's attitude is so tough, but at least I haven't seen anyone from the Scarlet Sect in Opos, and I haven't even encountered anything related to it, so I didn't Think of these lunatics."

"Why are they forbidden to step into the Great Rift?" asked Burrog.

"I don't know about that. We are just sublimation people, and the information we can know is very limited, but Lebius and the others should understand why?"

Palmer didn't continue to say this, but looked at Burlogo and asked him.

"And then? The devil arrived in reality, what happened after that?"

Burlogo told Palmer the truth about what happened afterwards, the tentacle swallowed Bailey, the appearance of a woman, and the handprint on Burlogo's chest.

Judging from the connection of the umbilical cord, Palmer should have a deep connection with the woman, but that woman is staring at him, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Any thoughts on your mind?" Burrog buttoned up, covering his chest.

"I don't have any ideas," Palmer shook his head. "I don't know much about the devil. More information can only be revealed to us after we are promoted to believers."

"Then there is the Gorilla Rot Sect..."

Palmer was about to tell Burrog what he knew about the Gorilla Cult, as well as the eighth mystic school that had been deliberately forgotten and hidden.

The surge of ether interrupted Palmer's words, and the two reacted in an instant, looking vigilantly at the corner of the ruins. It was a crumbling door, and the door panel and frame barely stood, keeping The "door" gesture.

Dense light trails appeared out of thin air on the surface of the door panel, they were outlined and distorted together, turning into a vortex engulfing the waves.

A sudden sense of familiarity struck Borrog's mind, and he remembered the pattern, the vortex roaring through the door...

The lonely and towering door was pushed open, and the connection behind the door was no longer Qiushang Town, but another empty space. The sound of depressing breathing came from behind the door, as if hungry hounds were about to break out of their cages.

Before Burlogo and Palmer could say anything, the aether set off a storm among the ruins, and they were summoned to fill up the thin aether around them again.

When Bologo summoned the Snake Scale Liquid to cast iron armor to protect him, one figure after another appeared in front of Yaoguang's door.

They just appeared out of thin air, like legions descending from the sky.

The eyes of the visitors were filled with light, and they were wearing armor similar to protective clothing. Some were holding knives and swords, and some were holding rifles. Everyone was murderous, the ether was high, and the secret energy was ready to go, as if Ready to tear the two alive at any time.

Burrogo was a little confused about the current situation. He was familiar with the pattern on the door, but he was not sure whether the other party was an enemy or a friend. At this time, Palmer reacted. He saw the signs on these people.

The authority symbolizing theocracy was engraved on the white armed uniform, but that authority was circled by black graffiti and marked with a big cross to negate it.

"Brothers of the ninth group!"

Palmer put down his weapon, raised his hands high, and said hoarsely.

"My own man! Please spare me!"

Under Palmer's howling, the rising murderous aura of the ninth group stagnated, and then everyone felt a hellish sense of absurdity. This was the first time they had raided so many ceremony sites. .

But this only made them hesitate for a moment. According to the operation regulations of the ninth group, they never listened to the nonsense of the cultists, and always executed them on the spot, especially when the big rift was involved.

Just as they were about to fire and shoot the two of them to death, the leading man suddenly raised his hand and stopped the action.

The man took off his helmet. It was a man who was about the same age as Lebius, but judging from his appearance, he was much more vicious than Lebius. His face was covered with scars, the most conspicuous of which was a line from the corner of his mouth. Cracked scars.

Because of this scar, the man's gums were slightly exposed, making his appearance extremely hideous.

"I remember him, the unlucky Crakes."

The man looked at Palmer, and it sounded shameful, but Palmer never imagined that in the end, he was saved by such a name.

"Yes, it's me! Palmer of the Special Operations Team of the Field Service Department," Palmer patted Bologo's shoulder vigorously, his voice flustered, "This is my partner, Bologo."

"The special operations team, the one that belongs to the debtor? No wonder there is a bad smell."

The man made no secret of his dislike for the debtor, but even if the man said so, the others did not intend to put down their arms. It seemed that even colleagues, as long as the man gave an order, these people would swarm up and chop the two debtors into pieces.

"You took the first step and solved this place?"

As the man spoke, he looked at the church again. There was no blood on the ruins all over the floor. When the woman left, she took all the blood and flesh with her.

"Ah...is that so?"

The man was very upset that the work was preempted by two people. He glanced around briefly with gloomy eyes. He looked at Burlogo and Palmer who stood up, and reported his name.

"Captain of Operation Nine, Carnegie Dunbar."

This was the first time Burlogo and Carnegie met, but Burlogo had known him and the identities of these people a long time ago.

The ninth action group responsible for dealing with events related to the belief in the devil, the code name of the action group, atheists.

(End of this chapter)