Endless Debt.

Chapter 23 Love of work
After the roaring smoke and dust passed, in the ruin-like darkness, there was only one standing figure left, showing the final winner.

"Cough cough..."

Noam panted in pain and fell to the ground. Under the impact of the shock hammer, the ground around him was sunken a lot, and his whole body seemed to be embedded in the ground.

Thanks to the strengthening of "Dragon Blood", the blow of the shock hammer failed to kill him, but it also completely weakened him, his chest collapsed, his ribs were broken, and every breath brought pain like a sharp knife scratching , blood gurgles out.

Both arms were completely bent and broken, and the glow of the "alchemy matrix" on his body also dimmed, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second.

"Ha ha……"

Norm took a big breath of air, although it was so miserable, but he knew that Bologo must be having a hard time.

Bologo lost his left hand, and when he smashed his chest, his highly poisonous "dragon blood" must have splashed on him.

The poison will infect his whole body, and finally Burrog will die of heart paralysis and respiratory failure.

The surrounding smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a ghostly figure appeared beside Noam.

"Ah... it's over like this? I always feel a little unfinished."

A ghostly voice sounded, and Norm's eyes widened, watching Burrog who walked out of the smoke and dust.

He lowered his head, the devil's face was tattered, overlapping with his original appearance.

Evil and reality mirror each other.

Burrog tore off the sticky skin on his face, and threw the demon's face aside, revealing the bloody and pale face, with blazing blue eyes.

"how can that be?"

Noam became short of breath, struggling to get up, but he couldn't do it at all, and soon the "alchemy matrix" on his body completely dimmed, and the restless "dragon blood" stopped.

"Nothing is impossible, just like I never thought that I would like this job so much."

Boluoge said to himself, raised his left hand, and numerous white bones were forming rapidly, followed by blood vessels and muscles, and flesh and blood continued to proliferate until they were rewrapped by brand new skin.

"Just like new!"

Burrog waved his hand excitedly, showing Norm to look at his new palm.

Noam's pupils were gradually covered in panic.

"Don't worry, my friend, the boss wants to live, so you won't die... at least not here."

Burrog comforts Norm kindly.

He tore off the rags on his body, revealing the gray-black windbreaker underneath. Under the careful protection of Bologo, his new clothes were not stained with much blood, but there were some blood stains on the collar and cuffs.

He adjusted his tight tie to ease his breathing, and under the tie was a shirt that was completely stained red.

Burrogo shrugged, even in hell, to maintain the decency and elegance that should be there.

The scene in front of him was unexpectedly harmonious. Norm fell to the ground, dying, and Burrog stood aside, sorting his clothes, and then walked aside to pick up the suitcase.

Opening the box, as expected, a crystal ruby ​​was stuffed in the corner of the suitcase, and in the other part, there were many dark red medicines. Unexpectedly, these medicines were not damaged during the fierce battle.

"It's beautiful."

Burrog picked up a Philosopher's Stone casually. Although there were flocculent impurities in it, its crystal clearness and delicious soul were still enough to make people crazy.

Like clotted blood.

"You can walk with these things, and no one will refuse them, whether it's for the soul in them, or the value that comes with them."

Norm squinted at Balogo, seductively.

Bologo didn't respond, but held up the Philosopher's Stone and watched calmly.

Like Reed at the time, the Philosopher's Stone exuded a strange magic that captured Burrog's full attention.

In the crystal bright red, those deposited flocs seem to be slowly wriggling, like smoke-like ghosts frozen in gems.

They are slowly changing, like a vortex, devouring Bologo's will, awakening the most primitive and passionate desire in his heart.

Norm looked at Burlogo who had completely calmed down, and a little joy rose in his heart.

He has been in contact with the Philosopher's Stone, and he knows very well what kind of strange power these "brilliant gold" entities possess.

These most precious "golden souls" that belong only to human beings are magical.

That maddening magic.

Demons will use it to satisfy the hungry void, and human beings will be born with terrible greed because of this bright bright red, trying to occupy it forever.

From Noam's point of view, Bologo obviously had no contact with the Philosopher's Stone, and was easily bewitched by the magic power of the Philosopher's Stone. What Noam didn't know was that Burrog was a debtor, and his soul was flawed. This kind of magical allure will be further magnified in Bologo's body.

Devour the Philosopher's Stone and satisfy the restless emptiness.

The dense and complex whispers sounded beside my ears. They seemed to be reciting something, and they seemed to be praising something. They have been sung from unknown ages to the present and even the future.

Yes, that's it, further seduced.

Norm looked at all this with full expectation. As long as he had some time to recover some physical strength and release the "secret energy" again, he might still have a chance to kill Bologo.

Bologo held the Philosopher's Stone, and gradually narrowed the distance until the Philosopher's Stone was almost attached to his face...

"Boom."

A strange voice sounded, Norm froze, and then screamed.

"What are you doing!"

"It's nothing, it's nothing...I've always wanted to try it," Burrog spit out the Philosopher's Stone from his mouth and covered his mouth, he complained, "This thing is so hard, how did the demons eat it ? Swallow hard?"

Norm didn't answer, but looked at Burlogo with a crazy look.

"It is indeed made of soul condensation, this thing looks really good."

Burrog played with the slobbering Philosopher's Stone, glanced at Norm, and threw the Philosopher's Stone at him, hitting him on the head as if to humiliate him.

He seemed to be addicted to playing, carrying a suitcase in one hand, and throwing the philosopher's stones with the other. The precious philosopher's stones just fell all over the ground, as cheap as children's toys.

"You look a little surprised, why? You think I'll hold these gems and lick them forever?"

Burrog looked at Norm contemptuously.

It was cool to throw the philosopher's stones, but now he has to pick them up again honestly.

He didn't know how to release these poor souls, he had to bring these things to Lebius.

"Are you pretending? Pretend to be tempted to humiliate me?"

Norm was completely hopeless, and no longer thought of rebellion.

"No, I'm indeed a little... 'possessed'?" Bologo said casually, collected the Philosopher's Stone, put it back next to the dark red potion, and then closed the suitcase tightly.

"You can't... break free so easily."

Norm didn't understand, he still remembered the first time he was seduced, he cut himself, and he crawled out of the trance with severe pain, but Burrog in front of him was so relaxed, as if he Not like desire.

"Yeah, everyone lives for something, is tempted and driven by something," Burrog agreed with Noam's words, and it is difficult to escape his own desires, "such as wealth, fame, status, power... "

"Looking at it this way, human beings are really complicated, and their desires are also strange."

As he spoke, he pulled Nom up from the ground. The severe pain caused Nom to growl, and his twisted and broken limbs fell powerlessly. The chains were tied to his body, and he was dragged by Burrog like a dead dog. .

"But, my desires are a little different from yours."

Burrog carried the suitcase in one hand and dragged Norm away with the other, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

"I want to punish the wicked, wicked people like you, watching you suffer, watching you suffer, watching you wailing..."

Norm couldn't see Bologo's face, he could only see a gray and black back, and horrible words spit out from his mouth.

This is a moody monster. He will bite the philosopher's stone funny, and he will brutally kill the enemy. He seems to be approachable, even if he can chat with the enemy, but under the words, there is a lot of hatred and love fury.

"This kind of hatred is too hot, so hot that the illusory promise is not enough to confuse me... After all, I have you by my side, isn't it?"

Burrog let out a hideous laugh.

"But... do you think there is a god in this world?"

Norm didn't answer, he began to realize the mental problems of Bologo, and talking to such a lunatic could not change his fate.

"I wish there was a god of... tyranny and fear."

Burrog and Norm chatted endlessly.

"If it exists, I'd really like to believe it. It feels like the job I'm doing now."

Walking up to a wall, Burrog stopped, muttering uncontrollably.

"Wow, you villains can be sanctioned reasonably and legally. From Monday to weekend, there is still money to be made for this. There are even subsidies for meals and travel expenses. You can rest on statutory holidays, and there are year-end bonuses at the end of the year... ..."

Burrog said something Norm couldn't understand.

"It's a great job, isn't it!"

Seeing that Noam didn't respond, Burlogo gave him his feet back to cheer up the bruised and bleeding guy.

"Don't pretend to be dead, as a sublimation person, you shouldn't die so easily."

Noam's face was pale, Sublimation is not so easy to die, but it doesn't mean he won't die.

Burrog squatted down, looked at Norm, and then at the wall beside him, he asked.

"What do you think should be engraved on the commemorative coin?"

Rubbing his hands together excitedly, Bologo imagined the beautiful scene, and then, holding the jackknife, he walked towards the blank wall.

A sharp and complicated voice sounded, like a sharp knife cutting the wall, using scars as pens and blood as paint.

Burrog walked briskly, and every time the footsteps sounded, it hit Norm's heart like a drumbeat.

That was the most eerie and eerie sound Noam had ever heard in his life. The clear footsteps stepped on the pool of blood, with a slippery and sticky feeling, as if there was something unspeakable dancing.

He has an unstable form, is moody, sometimes has countless tentacles, and sometimes has a carapace as hard as a sharp blade. He is the howling wind of winter and the scorching sun of summer.

It's terror, it's tyranny, it's wrath...

(End of this chapter)