Endless Debt.

Chapter 229 A Little Romance

Rotten flesh and blood grew wantonly, and the stench filled every corner of the space. At this moment, the Colosseum had turned into a scarlet hell. The rotten roots grew wildly and spread continuously, killing each dead flesh and blood. Devour them all, and use them as nourishment to breed even more ferocious distortion monsters.

Burrog felt that he was witnessing the birth of an ecology, an ecology that should have existed in hell.

The solid walls and the ground are no longer there, but bloody creeps instead, and the bony bones rise up one after another. They are the basic framework, and then there is a steady stream of flesh and blood hanging on them. They become monsters that look like humans and animals. Attacks the nearest living creature.

There are not many living people left in the Colosseum. People either died or ran for their lives. Those who are still here are some sublimation people with powerful power. own value.

Burrogo was not as crazy about the value as they were. He fled while fighting, looking for a safe location, and was always on the lookout for TEDA's traces.

"Amy, are you okay?"

Now Bologo also began to feel that facing such a scene in the first induction training, the impact on Aimiao was a bit too huge.

A scarlet tentacles bounced up, and Bologo swung his knife to chop it off, with flesh and blood remaining on the blade, and began to crawl and grow directly on the surface of the blade.

The growth power of these flesh and blood has exceeded the limit of biological ability.

"Alright... well..."

Amy's voice was a little numb, and if it wasn't for Burlogo's support, she would have vomited...if she could.

The co-string body greatly strengthens Bologo, and the perpetual core brings a steady stream of ether, allowing him to continuously release secret energy. Aimu himself also strengthens the perception of ether for him, even covering Bologo action.

He is like a ghost, walking through the hell of flesh and blood.

Even more weird and crazy scenes are being staged. Huge tumors grow out of the walls. After a short period of incubation, humanoid flesh and blood monsters are released. They have no pupils, but when they open their mouths and scream, they can see Eyeballs are densely covered under the mouth.

Burrog pulled out his shotgun and pulled the trigger on the monsters, smashing their skulls into blood from the shattered pellets.

The ground began to tremble, and then one after another stone pillars rose from the ground. It was not Bologo who activated the secret energy, but other Sublimationists. They launched a fierce attack on the high platform, trying to capture the heart of immortality.

As the scarlet bishop, Latis himself is very powerful. He can control the rotten roots to a certain extent. Several thick fleshy branches dance wildly on the high platform. The surface of the fleshy flesh is covered with fine fangs. If you wipe it, you can scrape off a large piece of flesh and blood.

The power of the Negative is unleashed unabashedly, but it doesn't hold back the people, who stalk their prey like hyenas.

People's faces were soaked in blood, and their expressions were wild and ugly.

Bologo probably understands the original sin of human beings, and also knows that the protection of the tyrant has a price. The tyrant supports these people and completely releases their inner greed.

"Amy, do you know what the fruit of fantasy is?" Burrog asked Amy in a low voice.

In addition to the immortal heart, there is another thing that tempts people, that is, the fantasy fruit promised by the tyrant. Borrog doesn't know this thing, but he thinks Amy should know.

In the state of co-string body, Aimu is still a walking alchemy science book for Bologo, which greatly makes up for Bologo's lack of knowledge.

"Fruit of fantasy..."

When mentioning this matter, Amyu's voice was a bit weird, but Burlogo couldn't tell what was wrong, and now his attention was all on dealing with the battle.

"It can be regarded as a kind of alchemy product born by the sublimation person, and it is called the 'Phantom Species' that can realize wishes."

Amy's voice echoed in his ears.

fantasy species.

For this vocabulary, Bologo has a sense of familiarity, probably seeing it in some book.

"Do you know that fantasy comes true?" Amy asked again.

"I know, what's wrong with the unique power of the illusion school?"

"You can understand the fantasy species as the power that is materialized and fantasies come true." Amyu explained.

"When Sublimation reaches the second stage, it will extend the sub-school. In the third stage, the main school and the sub-school will merge together to form a similar field of secret energy. The fourth stage is all of these Sum.

Only the pure fantasy creations that have reached the fourth stage can realize the power of fantasy to come true. Its birth is not simple, on the contrary it is extremely difficult. "

"Why?" asked Burrog.

"The birth of the Utopian Seed needs to be at the cost of the life of the Sublimator."

Hearing such an answer, Bologo's thoughts hesitated for a while.

"Phantom Seed itself strips off the alchemy matrix of the Defender, and condenses it into a fruit that can be wished by others and fantasies come true."

Amy continued to explain.

"This cannot be stripped passively, but by the defenders themselves to do so actively... Die actively, and this is a kind of alchemy product, you can understand that just having the power of the defenders, in the fantasy creation school The path is still not enough, and you need enough alchemy knowledge to use your own life as a material to carry out the final alchemy."

"Sounds crazy," Bologo muttered.

In various extraordinary organizations, when the glorious people do not move out, the defenders are the first echelon in the true sense, possessing terrifying power far beyond imagination, and such an existence will eventually become a fruit , a fruit for others to wish for.

"Fantasy come true..."

Bologo spoke softly, in which he faintly felt hysterical madness.

"Can utopias really grant wishes?" asked Burlogo.

"It's just a fantasy," Amyu replied cruelly, "It's the power of the devil to make wishes come true."

"But there are always some people who are unwilling to give their souls to the devil, but want to accomplish a certain goal. Their obsession is too deep, and even the power of the fantasy species is distorted..."

Amy said without emotion.

"Utopia can't directly help people realize their wishes, but it can bypass the power of the devil and indirectly fulfill their wishes like cheating."

"for example?"

Burrog hadn't heard of any indirect wish-granting powers.

"Make something impossible become possible," Amy said, "make an impossible probability change from zero to one."

"But it's just making vain wishes come true, which may be trivial," Burlogo said.

"It depends on what kind of wish you want to achieve. If you want to become immortal, it is obviously difficult to achieve, but if it is some other wishes, you have the ability to fully realize it.

For example, if you are a defender and you are about to be promoted to a glorious person, you have made all the preparations, but there is still a little risk hidden in it, then the fantasy species can completely complement everything you have, and your success rate will be greatly increased. increase, and even directly make you the Glorious One. "

"Is this a deal with the devil?" Burrog joked.

"Not really, the conditions for the birth of the Phantasmal species are too harsh, except for at least the power of the defender and the limitation of fantasy creations, the most important thing is that no one is willing to die for just one wish, after all, it is the defender. .”

Ai Miao hesitated for a while, and added, "Only some qualified dying people will make themselves into phantom species before they die."

"Peel off the alchemy matrix and condense into the fruit of fantasy...sounds like another philosopher's stone."

The alchemy matrix is ​​attached to the soul, and Bologo has never heard of any means to separate the two, so the most likely thing is to condense them together.

"I don't know, I also saw such records in some secret books." Aimiao said.

Her words caught Burrogo's attention. Obviously, except for the power of the defender, Teda meets almost all the requirements of the Utopian species, and Amyu's knowledge of such knowledge means that Teda must have such a book.

"Anything else?" Burrog demanded.

"No, the power of fantasy is too rare here, and it has not been recorded several times in history. It itself is like a secret. I suspect that person is lying. This power is more like an illusory story."

Amy doesn't believe in the existence of Phantasmal species, just like its name, this thing itself is a deformed fantasy.

"As for the form of its wish fulfillment, it is even less clear, which itself is like a mystery that no one knows."

Bolog shook his head and said nothing. If other people promised such power, Bolog might be as suspicious as Amy, but this time it was different, it was promised by the tyrant.

The devil never deceives, and neither does the tyrant.

The promise of the tyrant is true, and the power of the fantasy seed is also real. This fruit has the power to make people imagine come true, but it is not clear how it will be realized.

"Fulfillment of wishes..."

Amyu's voice hovered beside her ears, and in the scarlet hell, she asked with some confusion.

"Why are humans so obsessed with fulfilling their wishes?"

"I don't know too well that everyone's desires are different, and the reasons that drive them are also different. When you are too obsessed with desires, this itself is an irrational behavior."

Burrog paused for a few seconds, probably remembering his own delusions, and then he continued.

"But as I said before, this is a cruel and cold rational world. People need a little irrationality to shake the reality where the probability is absolutely zero, so as to obtain a little illusory beauty."

"A little romance?"

Amy still remembered what Burlogo had taught her.

"Yes, a little romance."

Bologo said as he waved an arc, splitting the flesh and bones in front of him.

(End of this chapter)