Endless Debt.

Chapter 238 Revenge
Bologo doesn't have many hobbies, and music and movies can be counted as one of them. He has seriously considered his long life as an undead, and how he should spend it. For this reason, Bologo once made movies The idea of ​​making music is recorded in my diary.

If he was filming it by himself, it would be a violent, bloody, thriller with a bit of comedy in it. Looking at it this way, it is really suitable for Palmer to be his protagonist.

Burlog always felt that this hapless bastard was about to die, and he wouldn't stop his goddamn jokes. He listened to Palmer's bullshit so much that sometimes Burlog wanted to take Palmer's head off. Come on, let's see what he's thinking.

It's working time now, and experts can't be led astray by the comedian. Burlogo tried hard to forget the whimsy extending from Palmer, and turned to think about the unfamiliar vocabulary.

Servant Wang Dunwei.

"That is to say, the king's secret sword who fled on a stormy night, the guy I just beat up, is actually the king's shield guard?"

Burrog demanded loudly, "They did not carry out the orders of the king's secret sword at all during the stormy night, and they have betrayed since then?"

"It should be like this! I heard from Yas that the King's Secret Sword has already started a major cleansing, so everyone is safe and sound for a while, and if they want to avoid the cleansing of the King's Secret Sword, nothing is more suitable for them to survive than Opus. .”

As Palmer said, he also looked at the ground under his feet. The cracks continued to burst open, and scarlet flesh oozes out of the ground.

"They have been hiding in the big rift. You also know the complicated situation of the big rift. The Bureau of Order has been unable to carry out effective cleaning, but after getting information, the guards of the king's shield also have ideas about the immortal heart, so the Bureau of Order Made a game."

Bologo jumped up, jumped over a fleshy tentacles that rose from the ground, and cursed, "But these bastards didn't tell us at all when they played the game. I thought our enemy was only the Scarlet Sect!"

This time, Bologo really felt the warmth and warmth of human beings. He was like a boxer who was tricked into the ring. The referee just didn't stop... He even said that when the referee got excited, he took off his clothes, put on his gloves, and stood in front of his eyes, eager to try.

"Yas and I have already complained about this!"

Palmer said with a broken face, imitating Yass' indifferent and half-dead tone, "But you are the best of the best, and who else can complete this task except you!"

Then Palmer said, "Yass says we're going to triple our salary for this operation."

The two were silent for a while at the same time, and Bologo said with complicated emotions, "Only when I am getting paid, do I really feel like I am at work."

"Who isn't?" Palmer nodded in agreement. "For a while, I defined myself as a down-and-out noble boy. I had no other choice, so I went to work in this violent organization."

"Is salary so important?"

Amy asked in Burlogo's mind, she never thought that such a thing as salary could actually drive the two of them back and forth.

"Aimu, you have never lived alone. In human society, equivalent exchange is indispensable." Borrog sighed.

"Is it the same for the undead?"

"It's natural," Bologo said regretfully, recalling Thurley's words. "This is no longer the era of chaos hundreds of years ago. Sound laws and rules bind everyone in society."

"What would happen if it was an era of chaos?"

Burrog thought for a moment, with a relaxed smile on his tone.

"I am a bandit on the ground, a bandit on the mountain, and a pirate in the sea."

"Wait, wait!"

Palmer screamed at this moment. He looked at Bologo in horror and asked loudly, "Aren't you talking to yourself?"

"No," said Burrog. "Say hello, Amy."

The light trail on Bologo's body flashed for a while, and then Bologo's face overlapped, another face was looming, and then Amy poked his head out in a very horrifying way.

"Hello, Palmer!"

She briefly re-emerges before merging into Borrog's body again.

"Oooo!"

Palmer groaned excitedly, looking at Burrog in disbelief, "You've been carrying her with you all this time?"

"if not?"

"You're crazy!" Palmer felt as if he had reacquainted with Burlogo. He had been fighting with Amyu before. "Teda will kill you!"

"Yeah," Bologo agreed with Palmer, "so I took the hostage with me."

"Huh? Hostage?"

Until now, Aimu still hasn't figured out his role.

"So who is that Shadow King? Can make the king's secret sword split and defect, hasn't the Bureau of Order noticed such a person?" Bologo changed the subject.

"I don't know, I asked Yas about this, but it seems that he doesn't know much information." Palmer shook his head, "But in his words, the King of Shadows seems to have appeared out of thin air."

"Appeared out of thin air?"

"Yes, it appeared suddenly, and it also made a large number of kings' secret swords loyal and defected without hesitation," Palmer felt a heavy sense of pressure when thinking about the Shadow King. When the king set off the bloody night, the king's secret sword was still extremely loyal."

"It's complicated... so we're going to tie him up?" said Burrog.

"That's unnecessary, right? Leave the matter of living to Yas and the others, they are very good at it."

Looking back at the scene of Yas confronting Nadai, under the absolute prohibition and silence, no matter how crazy Sheng Yan was, he was suppressed, not to mention the believers and sublimation people who were lower than those in power.

In front of the anti-riot operation team, the low-ranking sublimators were no different from ordinary mortals. Without the support of ether, they were easily swept into corpses by machine guns.

"Honestly, I always felt like it wasn't going to go so well."

Burrog took a deep breath, and even with the riot squad coming, he still felt threatened.

"Relax, trust your organization." Palmer said in a relaxed tone, and he did not forget to give Burlogo a thumbs up.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" asked Burlogo.

"No, we are partners, how is this possible?"

The two talked to each other, and kept running towards the deepest part of this imaginary domain. The further they went down, the heavier the condensed aura became, and the darkness enveloped everything around them.

It was as if they were advancing through the monster's gullet, the dark end of the stomach pouch full of corpses and carrion.

Bologo was not afraid, he could clearly sense that the weird and crazy aura was at the bottom, and an invisible thread connected him with that thing.

……

The blood-colored sphere appeared out of thin air, and after a short delay, the blood-colored red membrane began to collapse, and then completely collapsed.

Jamon's figure fell out of it, and he fell hard to the ground, panting in pain.

At this moment, Jamon's condition is terrible. There is a blood hole in his chest pierced by the ray blade. The wound is so deep that it almost touches the heart. Then he was hit by the shock hammer, the bones were broken, and in order to escape from the Colosseum, he used The price paid for moving the sword with blood.

Jamon growled in pain, and loosened the thorny hilt little by little, and the dense thorns pierced his arm with blood.

Fortunately, such a price was worth it. He turned his head and looked at the container that was firmly held in his hand, which contained the immortal heart.

"Ha ha……"

Jia Meng laughed miserably, touched his pocket, took out several prepared alchemy potions, and injected them directly into his body, the pain was blocked one by one, and the vitality was squeezed out from under the body.

This made him feel a lot better, and he stood up staggeringly. The Blood Shifting Sword had also absorbed the price at this moment, and all the thorns were gathered together, turning into that red secret sword again.

Picking up the secret sword, Jia Meng looked at the surrounding environment. This is a huge underground space. Not far from Jia Meng, there is a cliff. He can't see the end of the cliff, but there is only deep darkness.

After confirming his safety, he did not relax his vigilance. After all, Jamon was a believer. Although he was seriously injured, his strength was constantly recovering under the drive of the alchemy potion.

This alchemy potion would drain his vitality, but in this case, Jamon didn't need to care too much.

Then... then...

A slight pain interrupted Jamon's thoughts, and then the pain continued to expand and became intense until it pierced his heart.

He touched his abdomen, the blood couldn't stop overflowing, and the deafening gunshots echoed in his ears.

Jameng coughed up blood, turned his head and a figure gradually walked out from between the rocks. The camouflage on his body gradually dissipated. The visitor looked at the distressed Jameng and put down the gun in his hand.

"you……"

The shadow of reality rose in an instant, enveloping Jia Meng. In life and death, Jia Meng no longer restrained the ether, and raised it with all his strength. The edge of the tall silhouette was visible, and even the pattern on the armor was very clear.

"What a mess, Jamon."

There were bursts of laughter, and the man drew out the saber at his waist, and a bright light streaked along the edge of the blade.

Jamon froze, he recognized the sword.

"Milanza..."

No... Miransha was already dead. Jia Meng sent the blade into Miransha's body with his own hands, and watched her turn into a cold corpse in the rainstorm.

"You are……"

Before he finished speaking, the floating light of ether flashed across the body of the visitor, and he swung the secret sword and arrived in front of Jamon in an instant. Jamon swung the blood shifting sword resolutely, and picked out the red half moon.

Amidst the sharp sound of interlaced sword blades, Jamon roared mournfully.

"Grey!"

The blood shifting sword shattered the mask of the comer, and Gray's distorted and ecstatic face was clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)