Endless Debt.

Chapter 215 The Beginning of Chaos

The big fissure after the blizzard is like a cracked ice valley. Thick frost hangs everywhere in the field of vision. Icicles extend from the metal, and under the pull of the wind, it outlines the dynamic sense of the hurricane, as if a million Thousands of dancing arms.

The situation in the Great Rift is very bad now. The facilities that have been in disrepair for a long time have become more fragile after being exposed to low temperature and heavy snow, and the ground has also become slippery. In the dangerous place of the Great Rift, it is not easy to slip and fall good thing.

Burrog knew something like that, there were such unlucky ones in the Great Rift, who fell into the Great Rift for various reasons, and were never seen again after that.

The air corridor has become extremely dangerous. No one knows whether it will suddenly break in the middle. Bologo and Palmer changed lanes, and it took a long time before they returned to the alchemy workshop.

Compared with the cold outside, the alchemy workshop is very warm, and the temperature is still rising. Bologo took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. He could clearly feel that the whole building was trembling slightly, and the dead furnace was rumbling. , while smelting steel, it also transports heat to every part of the alchemy workshop.

"Do you still need to patrol in this weather?" Palmer asked, he really didn't want to go out on this day.

"No need, Lebius asked me to prepare for the next task."

Bologo shook his head, and Lebius kindly gave the two of them a holiday, but they said it was a holiday, but they were actually preparing weapons and waiting for the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce's invitation.

Lebius didn't know exactly when the auction would start, but according to the information obtained by the sixth team, it should be in the near future. For this reason, both of them must be prepared at all times.

"From this point of view, Lebius is indeed a good boss." Palmer praised.

Reaching into his pocket, stroking the rough and ominous black key, Burrog thought for a while and said to Palmer, "I'm planning to live here for a few days, how about you?"

There are a large number of weapons and potions stored in the alchemy workshop, which are enough to support Burlog to deal with any emergencies.

"Then it's the same as you."

Palmer nodded. He understood what Bologo meant. Before solving this task, both of them needed to be fully armed, even sleeping, in order to deal with the auction that might start at any time.

"But... if you open the door."

Bologo took out the black key, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "The power of the big rift will affect the key of the winding path, and we can't open the door here."

"Then open the door after getting out of the influence of the big rift," Palmer felt that this would not be a problem. "Anyway, it's an emergency. If we can use the secret energy, we can travel quickly."

Bologo affirmed Palmer's thoughts. This guy is so unlucky that he can live until now, which is inseparable from the rapidity brought by his secret energy.

"There's a question, Bologo."

Palmer stared at the black key and asked another question, "Why doesn't this key of the winding path open the door now? It hasn't been activated yet?"

Palmer hadn't heard that the Key of the Crooked Path needed to be activated, but if the devil was involved in this matter, he wouldn't be surprised what happened.

Burrog thought for a while, and under Palmer's slightly frightened gaze, he directly inserted the key of the winding path into the lock of the door.

Unable to rotate.

"Obviously, the key is there, but the door that should be opened has not yet appeared."

Burrog took the key out and put it back in his pocket.

"And then there's the planning of the mission."

Burrog was sitting on the chair, and Palmer was sitting on the single bed. The two looked at each other, and Burrog's voice was serious.

"Have you thought of a plan?" Palmer asked.

"I came up with a vague idea. After all, everything about the enemy is unknown to us, so we need to adapt accordingly."

Burrog stretched vigorously, and then told Palmer what he thought.

Palmer's pupils dilated slightly, and absurd words lingered in his ears, but thinking about it carefully, this was indeed Burlogo's style.

"Aside from the messy mission purpose, in fact, all of this can be summed up in one word."

Burrogo explained his vision.

After listening to Burlogo's simple and crude plan, Palmer was stunned for a long time before he gave a thumbs up belatedly, not knowing whether it was praise or belittling.

"You are really a little expert in demolition."

"Hurry up and get ready, maybe the mission will start at any time." Bologo urged.

It may be a few days later, or it may start tonight, no one can say for sure.

Burrog remembered something, and there was an extra Mammon coin in his hand, with the symbol of mercury engraved on it.

Call the tyrant and ask him for himself what the hell he's up to?

Burrog himself was amused by this absurd idea, so he put away the mammon coin, maybe he could still use it in the next mission.

Palmer worked hard. He opened the box in the stronghold hut and combined some strange things together.

These things seemed very dangerous. Palmer's eyes were full of seriousness and carefulness, and his arms were as steady as steel.

"Wait a minute, won't they search you when we enter the venue?" Palmer asked, "Can these things be brought in?"

"I don't know." Bologo shook his head. He has never participated in the auction, let alone the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce. "I will carry these things when the time comes. Even if something goes wrong, I can solve it."

"alright."

Palmer shook his head. Anyway, this operation was planned by Burlogo, so I left everything to him.

As for the problem?
Who is Bologo, I don't know him at all, okay!

They are also debtors, but the difference between Bologo and Palmer is quite big. Palmer has both luck and bad luck, but he has only one life, but Bologo is different. He is undead, and he has infinite repetitions. Opportunity.

This kind of risky and deadly job is best entrusted to him, and Burlogo is simply born for it.

The preparations for the two lasted until night. Palmer opened the supplies sent by the Order Bureau, assembled them one by one, carefully put them into the suitcase, and then locked the suitcase.

Boluogo was flipping through the action materials of the third group. Although he couldn't understand how these guys broke through the imaginary domain, there was still a lot of experience worth learning from.

As for preparing weapons?

Bologo really can't think of what he needs to prepare. Driven by the recruiting hand, Bologo will never lack weapons. With the blessing of the snake scale liquid, this power has been strengthened to the limit.

He also has a reserve of alchemy warheads, which he has already carried on his body. After thinking over and over again, he hopes to take Aimu along with him if conditions permit.

Her symphonic body can greatly strengthen her own strength, but unfortunately this is an operation of the Bureau of Order, and Amyu should not get involved. The most important thing is that Aimiao is a good alchemist, but she is not good at combat. Know nothing.

"Do we need some Mammon coins?" Palmer asked. "It's an auction after all."

"Are we like people who are going shopping?"

Burlogo had always found Palmer to be a quick-witted fellow, but sometimes he was extraordinarily stupid.

"What are we?" asked Burlogo rhetorically. "Think about it, Palmer."

After pondering for a moment, Palmer said, "Bandits, demolition teams, terrorists..."

"Which of these identities do you think needs to bring Mammon coins?" Bologo whispered in his ear.

Palmer's eyes lit up, and he looked at Burlogo with a little more respect, and then continued to assemble the weapon dully, at a fast speed, like a worker on an assembly line.

Bologo pushed open the door. The two of them had been busy all day and didn't eat anything. Both he and Palmer were a little hungry and were about to go to the kitchen to see what was there, but when he opened the door, he found the alchemist The noise in the workshop is much louder than before.

Picking up the ether flow eyepiece, Bologo observed that the ether flow in the imaginary domain became much more dazzling, and it was not clear what TEDA was doing.

What surprised him the most was that Aimiao didn't bother him.

Since the Festival of Oaths, Burlog and Amy have gotten closer, and the two can be regarded as friends. She will come to Burlog when she has nothing to do, and bring some food for Palmer.

After going back and forth, Palmer was also surrendered. For this reason, Burlogo also talked with Amy about this.

"Palmer? In fact, Palmer is a very easy person to deal with." Aimiao said seriously.

"Why do you think so?"

"Just bring Palmer something to eat, tell him weird jokes, and he'll consider you a friend."

"Palmer is like... a dog, a very happy dog."

In the end, Amyau commented on Palmer like this.

Leaving the stronghold hut, Burlogo found Aimu at the door on the first floor. She brought a suitcase with no idea what was in it, and it looked heavy.

Burrog was about to say something, and then he noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Amy's expression. Unlike the previous energetic posture, the halo in her eyes froze and remained motionless.

Amy noticed Bologo, and the halo trembled for a moment, but it still froze.

It seems that something bad happened.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairwell, and Teda walked down slowly. Bologo glanced at him, and then his eyes stayed on him.

He obviously didn't say anything, but for a moment a strong sense of crisis erupted from the bottom of Bologo's heart, and he and TEDA were entangled with vague threads.

Burrog stood where he was, the invisible umbilical cord linking him to the treacherous power.

Taida seemed to have noticed this too. He was not a debtor, but he couldn't understand the ominous aura of the devil.

During the long silence, TEDA showed a helpless expression.

"Teda, do you have something on you?" Burrog asked warily. "Something not very good."

"Do you mean this?" Taida took out something as he spoke, and exclaimed, "Are all of you debtors so sensitive to devils?"

Burlogo saw clearly what Teda was holding.

A pitch-black crooked spoon.

(End of this chapter)