Endless Debt.

Chapter 240 Fighting for Whom
In the gloomy space, tedious noises rose slowly from the silence. The scarlet branches and buds opened up the soil and rocks. They were like crazy weeds, densely crawling over every corner.

Gray stared at Jamon's body for a long time. He had completed his revenge, but there was no ecstasy in his heart. His mood had long been as indifferent as metal, and even the pain on his severed arm had slowed down.

There was a slight tingling pain in the ankle, those crazily growing shoots, they were trying to eat Gray's flesh, Gray broke free from the restraints, stepped on them hard, and crushed them into a ball of blood, but soon the new shoots Grow out from under the gore.

"Milanza..."

Gray whispered softly, and he recalled what he looked like before.

A newly promoted member of the King's Secret Sword thought he could make a difference, but in the end he lost everything in the betrayal. It took less than half a year for all this to happen, but for Gray, this short period of time was so long. like a lifetime.

Gray had thought about the final fight between himself and Jamon. He thought it would be dangerous, but obviously, there was another person who injured Jamon severely for him in advance. Without him, Gray would have prepared to kill him at the price of death. Jamon is gone.

In the end, he didn't die. He just lost an arm. But at this moment, Gray was a little confused, as if he had lost his goal. At the same time, the severe pain on the broken arm gradually became clear, reminding him that he was still alive.

He needs another eye to drive him, a reason to continue to live and run.

"Shadow King..."

Gray whispered, looking at the container that was about to be wrapped in flesh and blood.

Slowly raising the sword of silence, just as Gray was about to tear away the flesh and take away the container, a strange voice sounded.

"Grey, don't touch that thing."

Gray lowered his head, and saw that the branches had turned into dirty blood, and a blood-colored mirror was reflected in front of him, and he was speaking in the mirror.

"If you do this, it will affect the script." The voice smiled.

"Tyrant."

Gray recognized the mad will, and he had been with this unholy force all this time.

"Script?" Gray smiled, "Who do you want to drag into the abyss?"

"How can it be said that they have been dragged into the abyss? I just helped them a little bit on the way to realize their wishes," the tyrant replied, "The right to choose is always in their hands."

Gray was silent. After waking up, he often felt the teasing of fate.

Jamon's betrayal, the help of the delusional, the gift of the tyrant...all these are like swamps, sinking Gray deeper and deeper, it seems that he was wrong from the beginning.

"Tyrant, I came to the Great Rift, and everything I did to carry out this revenge is also in your calculations?"

"How come? The right to choose has always been in your hands, hasn't it?"

The tyrant's laughter was piercing.

"You've got your chance anytime, Gray.

You can leave Opals and return to your hometown after you heal your injuries, or you can give up revenge and accept death calmly on that stormy night... You see, you have countless choices, but in the end you But chose this way.

It is you who drove yourself down this path. "

The self in the scarlet became more and more hideous, and the words of the tyrant continued to echo in his ears like a curse.

"I just helped you a little bit."

Gray took a deep breath, the tyrant is right, the devil never lies, their words and deeds are absolutely true, but like some kind of vicious curse, all this will eventually lead to tragedy.

"So are you going to help others a little bit now?"

Looking at the container wrapped in flesh and blood, Gray suddenly understood what the script the tyrant was talking about.

The tyrant made no response to this, but let out a hideous laugh.

In the hands of the tyrant, the immortal heart that fascinates people is just an item that promotes the script. He is like a naive child, sitting on the high table, treating everyone as a toy, just to satisfy himself a little bit. joy.

The devils are lofty and mysterious, but they will chat with you kindly, and even drink and have fun with you. Gray understands that the respect of status is meaningless to them.

Gray wanted to say something, but he stopped talking. The tyrant knew exactly what he wanted to ask, and the strange voice sounded again.

"Are you sure, Gray."

The scarlet reflection questioned Gray, and as the pool of blood rippled, the figure in the reflection also began to distort and distort, as if it was about to turn into a ferocious monster.

"You were prepared to die, but you survived fortunately. You have killed Jamon now, and you can stop here."

The tyrant cared about him, persuading him like Gray's friend.

"Take Miranda's secret sword and Jamon's head, return to the Pillar of Kingship, and tell your king everything about the king's shield guard..."

The voice became obsessed.

"I can see that kind of future, Gray, you will be reused, promoted continuously, and even inherit the seat..."

The beautiful dream was shattered, and the words of the tyrant turned harsh.

"But if you ask that question, you're going to go a different way."

Gray was slightly absent-minded, and he seemed to have fallen into that beautiful dream, but another voice kept ringing in his heart.

"Do you want to stop here?"

"With all the doubts, retreat away."

"You don't have anything to care about anymore, why don't you just keep going?"

Grey's eyes were covered in blood, and he tightly held the secret sword in his hand, as if he could feel another kind of warmth from the secret sword.

He still remembered the scene at that time. As a rookie, he made many mistakes. Miransha did not judge herself harshly, but comforted herself.

"Everyone is a newcomer sometimes, there is no need to blame yourself."

"But... is this okay?" Gray knew the strictness of the king's secret sword, and the gentle Miransha was incompatible with all of this.

"There's nothing wrong with it. When I was a rookie, I also made mistakes and was scolded and cried several times."

Miransha rubbed Gray's head, she had enough patience for this newcomer.

"I thought that was terrible, so I thought, if one day, I start bringing in new people, I can't do this to him."

Gray wanted to say something to thank him, but Miransha said it first as if she knew what he was going to say.

"There's no need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, then treat him better when you bring in newcomers in the future."

Gray stared straight at the bloody reflection, and he smiled self-deprecatingly. Sure enough, no one could refuse the devil's words, even if he knew the dark fate in advance.

"Who is the Shadow King?"

Gray asked.

What responded to Gray was the wild laughter of the tyrant. At the same time, the pool of blood also boiled. It was obviously a small puddle of blood, but it reciprocated to another dimension of blood. Gray's feet.

"Grey, this information requires a price, a very expensive price, even the soul can hardly fill the gap of this price."

After the blood spread, a horrified monster who was entangled by countless silk threads and waved its scarlet arms appeared in the reflection. His voice was rumbling like thunder.

"Do I need to sacrifice my soul?" Gray asked indifferently.

"No, one day, you will be willing to give your soul to me, just consider it an interesting bet."

The tyrant broke through the boundary between reality and fiction. He was dressed in a neat black suit, appeared on the scarlet blood pool, and stood in front of Gray.

"It's just a bet?" Gray shook his head, "I still don't understand you devils."

"There's no need to understand us," the tyrant shook his head, and he asked rhetorically, "Do you think the devil has a position to speak of?"

Gray was questioned, while the tyrant continued his disturbing laughter.

"Do you think the Gray Traders will represent my will? Or the Gorilla Cult will represent hers? No, it wasn't like that in the first place. They are just toys we use for fun."

The tyrant slowly opened his hands, as if to hug Gray.

"It doesn't matter, what matters is the value."

Putting his hands on Gray's shoulders, the two faced each other. Gray tried to see the tyrant's face clearly, but he could only see the head wrapped in countless cables. scarlet eyes.

"The Shadow King's name is..."

The tyrant leaned down and whispered in Gray's ear, narrating the crazy real name.

The moment the name sounded beside Gray's ears, his soul seemed to have escaped from his body. His body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, and the blood all over his body was stagnant in the blood vessels. Even his heart stopped beating for a short time.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in right now, but his body was trembling uncontrollably. He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear. The strong mood swings even made him feel like vomiting, wanting to expel all the dirty things in his heart. Spit out all the dirty things.

Gray's mind was blank, and the name echoed in his ears. He couldn't believe it all. He looked at the tyrant in front of him, and when he was about to reprimand loudly, he remembered another thing.

The devil never lies, what he says and does is absolutely true.

It's all true.

The Shadow King is him, it is...

"Grey, your expression is really good now."

The voice of the tyrant interrupted Gray's wild thoughts. He waved his hand, and Jamon's broken corpse emerged from the bloody water. The corpse had lost most of its flesh and blood, and only bones remained after being swallowed by rotten roots.

Looking at the dilapidated face, the tyrant said with pity, "It's so pitiful... He seems to be right, and you are the big villain who stops everything."

The tyrant turned around while speaking, looked at Gray with dull eyes again, and said with a smile.

"The time has come to decide, Gray."

Gray's pupils slowly solidified, and the tyrant in his eyes became extremely evil and crazy, like a collection of all the evils in the world.

"Should I kill the Shadow King, or fight for him?"

(End of this chapter)