Endless Debt.

Chapter 260 The Hungry Land
From the periphery of the icy rock, to stepping into the land of ashes, until now, encountering a distant roar... Bologo can be sure that he is constantly approaching the core of the mystery.

The surrounding temperature has increased significantly, the previous cold is no longer, but some unbearable heat, and the ruins seen before have increased, and Bologo feels as if he is walking in a forgotten city .

A city submerged in ashes exists in this deep, abandoned place.

It is a pity that after years of changes and erosion, Bologo can't get any useful information from these withered buildings, so he can only continue to move forward with Amy.

At the same time as the temperature rises, the invisible connection in Burlogo's heart also becomes tighter, like a twisted rope, clenched into a rough thread.

"Why can't I see those things that were thrown into the big rift?" Amyu asked, hanging behind Burrog.

Amyu lives in a wandering fork in the road, and in the only free time she has, she can often see people throwing things into the Great Rift, especially those golden mammon coins.

But the two of them had gone so deep that they couldn't see anything, only ashes and ruins.

"Maybe it was eaten by something."

Borrog murmured back.

"In this ghost place, it doesn't seem like there is a stable source of food. If someone is imprisoned here, he should be very hungry. He prays every day for some food to fall from the sky, preferably a corpse or something. "

"How could someone be imprisoned here?" Aimiao didn't understand, "Just a cell is fine, why should I be locked up in this kind of place."

Bologo was silent for a moment, his eyes became sharper. Until now, the information he has obtained is still broken, but the rope that keeps solidifying in his heart, the umbilical cord that connects him to Xieyi...

He vaguely sensed the problem, and whispered in a very soft voice.

"Maybe it's not a human..."

Bursts of rumbling sound came again from the distant darkness ahead, and the storm was approaching.

"Bologo!"

Amy's voice became louder, and she loudly warned Burlog, and Burrog also made a move. As early as hearing the sound, he ran towards the bunker on the other side with his back on his back.

As soon as they hid in the bunker, a strong ash storm passed by. The two approached the source of the storm. Burrog opened his eyes hard, and he could see that there were sparks that had not been extinguished in the gray storm.

The red-hot ashes danced wildly, hitting the building, burning the mottled walls, forming a thick gray-white hard, repeatedly washing away.

The scorching air waves passed over his head, and Bologo began to suspect that it was not a giant sleeping in the darkness, but a huge fire dragon. Just a random breath was like a scorching dragon's breath.

What made Burlogo even more confused was that when the red-hot ashes fell on him, the fireworks did not go out, but continued to burn. Burlogo took a few shots hard to extinguish the stubborn flame. .

The storm of ashes continued, and the hot ashes buried most of Bologo's body. In the burning pain, Bologo actually felt so familiar.

Burrog was unequivocally sure that he wasn't a masochist, but he sensed a tinge of familiarity in the pain.

It seems that at some time in the past, Bologo also suffered a similar punishment, but he can't remember clearly.

There are not many things that Burlogo can forget, and unfortunately, now is not a good time to remember.

Amidst the whistling rumbling sound, there was a slight cracking sound, and Bologo raised his head suddenly. Under the endless devastation of this ash storm, the wall above his head was crumbling, until the fine cracks covered the wall, with white rotten ashes Layers collapse together.

Bologo couldn't make a sound of warning at all, the heat wave hit him like a heavy punch, and his whole body slammed into the building behind him, holding his breath, Bologo turned around and stabbed the jackknife , nailing himself to the wall.

He successfully fixed his body, but lost the protection of the wall, and Bologo was also directly exposed to the scorching storm, with faint flames burning on his body, and then the scorched skin, but all of this Belogo gritted his teeth and persisted.

But at this moment, the jackknife in his hand began to tremble, and the wall under Burlogo began to loosen.

The rumbling sound of the blade did not stop, and Burlog raised his head hard, opened his pupils against the heat wave, and could see the thing clearly even if he was blinded by the scorching.

Burrog saw it.

Accompanied by the sound of deep breathing, countless sparks and heat waves were thrown high up, forming a burning beam of dim light in the midair. .

Bologo kept that direction firmly in his heart, and then let go of his hand. His whole body was lifted by the heat wave, and he bumped repeatedly among the chaotic buildings, until he was pushed into a corner, and Burlogo's impact didn't stop. .

Before he could catch his breath, layers of ashes buried Bologo again. Soon after the storm stopped, Bologo dug up the hot ashes and fell to the ground in pain, trembling all over.

Thank you for being immortal, otherwise Bologo would have died a long time ago. His current state is like just crawling out of the oven. After struggling to get up, the flesh and blood are slowly healing, but with the consumption of ether, The speed of this self-healing is also becoming slower and slower.

"22 minutes," Amyu's voice sounded, "the interval between storms is 22 minutes."

"Thanks, Amy."

Burlogo thanked him that he didn't expect Aimu to record this so that he was safe for the next 22 minutes and needed to move quickly and find cover.

After thinking about the next move, Burlogo turned his head and glanced at Amy, and a terrible face came into his eyes.

Amy was not spared from the heat wave just now. The skin-imitating coating on his face was damaged, exposing icy metal. On Amy’s torso, those soft, translucent jelly-like materials also melted under the high temperature. Destruction, like scabbed wounds, covered the body.

She was like a weird sculpture, some kind of imperfect artifact.

"The core components have not been damaged."

Amyu replied coldly, the halo in his eyes flickered.

Burlogo felt that Amy might be trying to comfort herself, but obviously she was not very good at comforting others.

"I'll find my way back."

Burlog could only promise that every minute in the future was extremely important, but just as Burlog was about to set off, the ground began to tremble slightly.

It only took a few seconds, and the trembling continued to intensify. Burrog couldn't figure out what was going on, and wanted to evacuate, but in this hellish place, he didn't know where to hide for a while.

"Wait a moment……"

What Bologo saw was a piece of ashes soaked in his blood, and as the ground continued to shake, the blood-stained ashes collapsed into the ground one by one, and soon all the bloodstains disappeared, as if they were covered by the blood. It's like eating a piece of the earth.

The sense of uncertainty in his heart rose to the extreme, and in a trance, Bologo heard a certain voice.

A strange and crazy voice, it whispered in its own ear.

"Fresh blood...fresh flesh...

Insatiable hunger. "

The whistling wind sounded from the top of the head, and something was coming. Burrog took Amyu away from this place, leaning towards the edge of the rift, and at this moment, black shadows also fell in front of his eyes, and fell hard to the ground superior.

It was a corpse, a corpse thrown into the big crack.

They fell from the sky and fell to pieces on the ground.

Bologo swallowed, he vaguely guessed what would happen next, and then, as he thought, the ground trembled, scarlet tentacles pierced through the hot ashes, and entangled heavily The corpse, the sharp mouthparts gnawed at the flesh and blood, and the blood was everywhere.

This is not a cessation, but the beginning of another feast.

Scarlet flowers bloomed from under the ashes, with sharp teeth on the edges of the petals, and the stamens in the flower core stretched out, and the slender tentacles grabbed every piece of flesh and blood.

Wrapped in flesh and blood, they are like flowers blooming on thorns, turning the ashes of the earth into a sea of ​​scarlet flowers in a blink of an eye.

The sea of ​​flowers continued to spread, almost reaching Bologo's feet, while corpses continued to fall from the top of his head. They turned into nourishment for flesh and blood, and were devoured bit by bit.

Skin, viscera, blood...Even if it was white bones, these weird things were not spared. The fangs rubbed against the bones, and the bones were crushed into pieces amidst the teeth-stinging sound, and they were swallowed without leaving any residue .

Bologo leaned against the rock wall behind him, lowered his breath, and only hoped that he would not be discovered. He didn't want to be eaten by these monsters, but with the end of the feast, these ghost things obviously had something to say, they were hungry and thirsty. Look for what will satisfy them.

Bologo's attention was all focused on the front. What he didn't realize was that there were also scarlet things slowly protruding from the cracks in the rock wall. They followed the breath of blood and climbed towards Bologo. Come.

His mind was tense to the extreme, and at a certain moment, while the flesh and blood were attacking, Bologo also noticed their existence, and the jackknife full of gaps forcibly chopped off a few pieces of flesh and blood.

Bologo dodged to another blank area, taking a deep breath to restrain his inner pressure.

These flesh and blood are so familiar. Not long ago, Bologo was still fighting with them, but Bologo can be sure that these flesh and blood are completely different from the flesh and blood he faced in the venue.

Similar to Rotten Roots, but far more terrifying and evil than Rotten Roots.

"So, is the Bureau of Order so resistant to the arrival of the Orangutan Sect?"

Bologo was talking to himself, clenched the jackknife in his hand, and cut the flesh and blood that approached into thousands of pieces.

(End of this chapter)