Endless Debt.

Chapter 179 Fog Abyss Fortress
Great Rift, Mistpit Fortress.

Jameng stood in the silent corridor, stone pillars supporting the darkness, beyond the stone pillars was a rolling sea of ​​mist, the thick fog was like sea water, with waves rising from time to time, spreading to the corridor, drowning both of Jameng's eyes. foot.

Walking to the edge of the corridor, he looked down at the more turbid sea of ​​fog, as if Jamon was above the sky, but he knew very well that this was not the sky, on the contrary, but the deep underground.

The shield guards called this place the Mistpit Fortress, a hidden fortress located in the lower part of the Great Rift, almost completely sunk in the sea of ​​fog.

It seems that the shield guards built this place in secret, and the hidden imaginary domain protected this place. Coupled with the cover of the sea of ​​fog, they have been lurking here since the secret war, and they have not been discovered so far. is also like this.

Jameng had fantasized about the scene where he really touched the throne, but the experience he had experienced all this time still made him feel hallucinated, as if he had fallen into a dream, unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

Sometimes Jamon felt that he had returned to the Pillars of Kingship. The atmosphere of this building was so similar, dead and silent, and conspiracy was accumulated in the silence.

But soon he threw away these messy thoughts, left the edge of the corridor, and headed deeper into the fortress.

Now Jamon is no longer the king's secret sword, but the shield guard serving the Shadow King. He doesn't need to doubt anything, as long as he faithfully executes the order, until the king he is loyal to touches the real throne and regains the usurped throne. kingship.

Stepping into the deep darkness, Jia Meng once again came to the area where he first saw the Shadow King, but this time under the glass circle, there was no Shadow King's figure, but the third seat waiting there, he bowed his head. He lowered his head and stared at the foggy sea below through the glass.

Looking at the familiar figure, the appearance of the third seat is no different from the form in memory, even though seven years have passed.

The cold iron armor covered his body, and his face was blocked by the shadow of the helmet, but he could still observe the trajectory of his gaze.

Gazing at the sea of ​​fog.

In the Fog Abyss Fortress, shield guards can often be seen gazing at the sea of ​​fog. At first, Jamon didn't understand what was so interesting about the sea of ​​fog, but since he knew what was under the sea of ​​fog, he couldn't help but wonder watching.

There was a bit of curiosity in their eyes, but more of it was fear. They were afraid that they would get so close to that kind of thing, and even feed on its flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, there was a phantom pain in Jamon's hand, it was his severed limb.

He still remembered the strange flesh and blood fished from the sea of ​​mist, and it was hard to imagine that there was such a thing hidden under the big rift.

"The third seat."

Jia Meng lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice.

Hearing the call, the third seat took his eyes back, turned to look at Jia Meng, and listened to his report.

"The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is gathering in the Wandering Fork Road. They are preparing to launch an auction to obtain more value and pay taxes for the tyrant."

Jamon talked about the information in his mind, and every time he recognized the information, he would feel a sense of smallness and fear.

Jameng used to be very arrogant, thinking that he became a believer and was awarded the secret sword. In his eyes, the world was no longer vast and huge, but small and within reach.

But as he served the Shadow King, more and more taboo information poured into his mind, and Jia Meng realized that the world was far more magnificent than he imagined. He used to be like a prisoner in a cave, seeing the projections from the outside world. The shadow that came in thought it was the whole world.

"It is certain that the Grey Trader Chamber of Commerce has obtained the 'Heart of Immortality', which is the sacred object of the Scarlet Sect, and those cultists have also sneaked into the Great Rift, trying to get the sacred object back."

Observing the reaction of the third seat from the corner of his gaze, Jamon continued.

"The Bureau of Order has discovered traces of the Scarlet Sect, but they still don't know the existence of the Immortal Heart. Once they know, they will definitely mobilize and even carry out a major cleansing of the Great Rift."

After a moment of silence, the voice from the third seat sounded.

"It's natural. The bureau of order absolutely does not allow the immortal heart to fall into the big rift, not even close to the big rift." The eyes of the third seat were hidden in the shadows. "In the final analysis, our contradiction is nothing more than The interests are different, but once the immortal heart awakens that thing, it will only cause absolute destruction."

"The lunatics of the Scarlet Rot Sect will never let go of this opportunity...I'm afraid they didn't even think about taking back the Indestructible Heart, but just released it on the spot." Jamon said, there is no need for such a thing Guess what those lunatics would do.

"Do you want to send the news to the Bureau of Order?" Jameng asked tentatively.

As the third chair said, many conflicts between different organizations are just interests. When the interests are the same, they don't mind helping each other.

"No need, our goal is also the heart of immortality, sending news to the Bureau of Order will only attract their attention." The third seat said.

"They have already paid attention to it, and the outpost of the fourth group is inserted in the throat." Jamon said.

"The Bureau of Order knew about the emergence of the Scarlet Rot Sect, but no matter what, they didn't expect that the Immortal Heart is also here, right? Even if they thought about it, they wouldn't know that the sacred object is actually in the hands of the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce."

Hearing what the third seat said, Jamon fell silent, and then he asked.

"What should I do next, while the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce is launching the auction, should I raid the venue and snatch the holy relic?"

"I'm still thinking," the third seat was thinking, "Those guys from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce brought a lot of good things this time, and it is said that there is also a cherished 'fruit'"

"Fruit?" Jamon wondered.

"I don't know about this point. It is difficult for our intelligence network to reach into the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce, but what is certain is that these wandering merchants must have brought extremely expensive goods, so as to use this value as a tyrant Sacrifice...or pay taxes."

The third seat quickly finalized its ideas and gave instructions to Jia Meng.

"I can't shoot directly. The Bureau of Order doesn't seem to monitor the big rift, but it's still too difficult for a defender like me to avoid their sight."

"The most important thing is that we can't be exposed yet," Jamon said.

"Yes, my strength is still too easy to identify. The Bureau of Order can easily guess what's going on, and even... guess who he is."

The third seat deliberately emphasized "he", and Jamon knew who it was referring to.

Shadow King.

As a member of the shield guard, Jia Meng knew who the real identity was hidden under the robe of the Shadow King.

He had already made mental preparations, but when he really confirmed all this, a strong shock still swept through his heart, first he was dull and confused, and then almost overflowing with joy.

He is still alive and plotting a counterattack to take back the usurped authority.

"I see." Jamon replied.

Whenever he thinks of this, Jia Meng's heart is engulfed by a nameless sense of fanaticism, and he feels that even if he dies for that person, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Don't worry too much, Nadai will be in charge of all this, and there should be no mistakes with someone in charge," said the third seat.

Hearing Nadai's name, Jamon nodded more firmly.

Led by a person in power, followed by several believers and sublimation practitioners, such a force has grown to a certain level. In some small countries, they can even overthrow the regime overnight.

At this time, there was a whimpering sound, and a bloody figure was dragged over, as if someone had intentionally raped him. The surface of the man's skin was evenly cut open, countless wounds spread all over his body, and blood flowed continuously. Oozing, but each wound was not fatal enough to keep the man alive.

Jamon knew what was going to happen next, he backed away slowly, and stood on the side of the glass round bottom, while the third seat waved to the other shield guards, and they dragged the man to the third seat's feet little by little.

The winch rotates slowly, and an iron hook hangs down from above. It just fits through the gap in the center of the glass round bottom. It seems that this is the real fishing tool.

"That thing likes to live, don't let him die so easily." The third seat said.

The shield guard nodded, and directly took out an injection and injected it into the man's body. He wailed again, his face flushed, and his vitality was completely stimulated.

This kind of medicine has very serious side effects, but for a man, the side effects are not important, after all, he will not live until the side effects occur.

The third seat dragged the iron hook and mercilessly pierced it through the man's abdomen. In the severe pain, the man's eyes were red and blood dripped down.

Fearing that the iron hook would tear the man's body apart halfway, iron chains were tied to his body, binding his limbs, and then hung on the chains of the iron hook.

"no, do not want."

The man's mouth barely made such a sound, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"It's a pity, if it's a Sublimator, you should be more attractive to it."

The third seat shook his head regretfully, swung his arms down, the winch turned rapidly, and the man fell into the sea of ​​fog along the gap in the center of the circle.

It felt like falling from a building, but the man's experience was far more painful than falling from a building. As he went deeper into the sea of ​​fog, his vision was completely blocked by the iron-gray thick fog, followed by a severe burning sensation from his skin.

The corrosive mist bit the man's body, his skin was quickly scalded, his vision began to blur, and the poisonous gas poured into his throat, making him unable to speak anymore.

Under the effect of the potion, the man still maintains a strong vitality, these injuries are not enough to kill him completely.

Under the pull of the hook, the man fell for nearly tens of seconds, smashing through the sea of ​​fog.

In his blurred vision, he saw the iron-gray earth, and after another ten seconds, the hook line was extended to the limit, and the man's figure swayed in mid-air, and finally stopped only about one meter from the ground.

The inertia of the fall caused the iron hook to tear off his internal organs, but the chains on his body fixed his body again, preventing him from shattering in mid-air. The remaining consciousness was maintained by the potion. With his only vision, he observed around.

I can't see clearly, I can't see anything clearly, there are only gray things, like the world after death.

Absolute silence lasted for a while, and then a rustling sound came from under the man's body, and soon the sound became hot and hot, as if everything was revived.

The man didn't know what happened. At the end of his life, he only saw the dazzling scarlet protruding from the gray, like a blooming flower, wrapping him in the stamen.

……

Scarlet, wriggling vines revived from under the ground, they stretched and covered the man's corpse, the fleshy surface was covered with tiny mouthparts, feasting on the fresh flesh.

Slight tremors came from all directions, and soon more scarlets broke through the soil, and they all woke up from their long sleep. In the blink of an eye, the rugged and sunken gray rift was filled with scarlet waves like a rising tide.

(End of this chapter)