Endless Debt.

Chapter 367 Dedication
The stagnant time is broken, and all things flow, bringing a roaring tide of sorrow.

The tyrant's will dissipated, and the unexamined will once again occupied Alice's body, holding her head high in her arms, and then a large amount of flesh and blood gathered on her arms, turning it into a bloated, pale python.

The surface of the flesh and blood was not covered by skin, and the muscle tissue was exposed without any cover. Even the gentle blowing of the air would cause bursts of severe pain, and then there was a shrill scream.

Sharp ribs protrude from the snake's belly, viscous liquid seeps and drips, and intestines hang in between like festive ribbons.

Alice didn't pay much attention to Amy. From her point of view, Amy, who had lost her perpetual core, was now an ordinary metal sculpture. The only thing that could be called special was the alchemy metal with extraordinary properties.

For the hungry Alice, these expensive metals can't attract her attention now, only the blood-stained perpetual core standing in front of TEDA is left in her eyes.

"Have you ever thought about such an ending?"

A man's voice faintly sounded in the void, he was talking with another person.

"No, I've thought about many endings, but I never thought that she would choose self-sacrifice." Another voice replied.

In the dark room, the tyrant and Saizong sat on the sofa, enjoying the final performance.

Sai Zong picked up the bottle and drank it down, casually threw the bottle into the darkness behind him, and the sound of glass shattering sounded.

As if laughing at the failure of the tyrant, Sai Zong's voice brought a smile, "It doesn't feel good to be disobedient?"

One of the chaotic devils in the world, a wandering ruler, a tyrant who overstepped his power, a greedy mammon...

Few people would refuse Mammon's kindness, let alone refuse and humiliate him, but now Amyu did.

The tyrant was silent for a while, his body gradually began to tremble, and there was a sound of trying to suppress in his throat.

The expected anger did not appear, but incomprehensible joy instead, the tyrant could no longer restrain himself, he laughed loudly, his voice trembling and distorted due to extreme excitement.

"so perfect."

The tyrant was like a shy girl, covering her face, her finger bones turned white, her nails dug deep into the flesh and blood of her face, and big drops of blood overflowed.

"How wonderful, Sejong."

The tyrant threw himself in front of the TV, hugged the TV with both hands, and stuck his eyes on the gray screen.

"Few people can break their own destiny..."

His voice was broken and deep, with a pathological madness, "But she did it, she broke the ending I wrote for her..."

The tyrant suddenly fell silent, his expression became frightened, and he shouted belatedly.

"No, this shouldn't be your end. How can such a valuable soul like yours disappear like this?"

The tyrant stretched out his hand and touched the TV screen. A strange force surged, breaking the boundary between reality and reality. In an instant, the tyrant's finger penetrated the screen and was about to touch the battlefield in the picture.

A look of surprise flashed in Sai Zong's eyes. He didn't expect Aimiao's soul to be so alluring to the tyrant, and could make the tyrant willing to break the rules and directly interfere with reality.

But it's all futile. The rules can be exploited, but there is absolutely no possibility of breaking them. The tyrant's palm has not yet penetrated the screen, and cold chains stretched out from nothingness, clamping the tyrant's body and sealing him off. In place.

The tyrant let out an angry growl, trying to break the chains that imprisoned him, but no matter how he released his power, under the imprisonment of these chains, the mysterious and treacherous devil was as fragile as a mortal.

Saizong watched the struggle of the tyrant, and when he was exhausted, Saizong threw a bottle of wine at the tyrant.

"You can't violate the rules, that's why you need an agent," Sai Zong said helplessly, "Unfortunately, the agent you have in mind is not very obedient."

The tyrant didn't respond to Sai Zong's words, but just stared at the picture on the screen. His pupils began to collapse, and a new pupil bloomed in the pupil. Repeatedly, the pupils soon collapsed into a series of lines. Spiral, like a deep cave.

Devils can't change the past, but they can change the future. Countless futures flash back before the tyrant's eyes, and he tries to find the perfect answer.

The rage gradually calmed down, and the tyrant slowly let go of the TV and sat back on the sofa.

Sai Zong glanced at the tyrant, "Can't you find that perfect future?"

The tyrant was honest and did not make any follow-up intervention. Saizong thought he had given up, but the tyrant shook his head.

"No... I don't need to take action at all."

The suppressed laughter sounded again, and the tyrant patted Saizong on the shoulder excitedly.

"That's why I love human beings so much!" The tyrant feels great now, he has tasted the sweet value, "Human beings are pathetic and abominable, a combination of all kinds of distortions and filth, but in this despised filth, can you Give birth to that noble and golden soul."

"It's perfect."

The tyrant has seen that future, the only and destined future.

The tyrant hadn't been this happy for a long time since the Secret War. He snapped his fingers, and a dim yellow light was cast in the darkness behind him, illuminating an old record player.

"A solemn piece of music, please."

The tyrant said softly, then stretched out his arm in the darkness, put a black record on the record player, dropped the needle, and accompanied by a faint hoarse, solemn melody rose in the darkness.

The tyrant picked up the wine bottle and clinked glasses with Sai Zong lightly.

"Celebrate this noble devotion."

Sai Zong savored the words in a low voice. On the screen, Amyu's icy body was turning gray little by little. Because of her death, a storm was brewing on the battlefield.

In a daze, Sai Zong seemed to have seen that bright future, he nodded and agreed.

"Celebrate this noble devotion."

……

With Amyu's fall, the battlefield fell into a brief silence. Amidst the entanglement of flesh and blood, Burlogo's mind went blank. Only the fallen figure was left in his eyes, and the murmur of noise in his ears It also disappeared, and it was extremely quiet.

The extreme anger was fleeting, and Bologo's mood was very peaceful, and there was nothing left. He didn't growl in anger, and he didn't even make a sound.

Burlogo has always been the kind of person who prefers to put his thoughts first in action than in words.

The flesh and blood gnawed at Bologo's body, bit off his bones, and bit through his internal organs. It stands to reason that Bologo should have died and fell into a dormant state, but at this moment Bologo moved again.

The cyan light spot was burning, and the soul fragments that had been hoarded for a long time were burned out. Bologo would not go to death, but death was resisting Bologo.

The evil's flesh and blood almost merged with Bologo, but under the twisting force of great force, the sound of tearing flesh and blood continued, and Bologo stood up from the restraint little by little, even if it caused him to be eaten most of the body.

From the shoulders down to the abdomen, this part of the flesh and blood has completely disappeared, and even the exposed bones can be seen, with blood-colored fluff sticking to them, growing wantonly.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

An evil voice resounded in Bologo's throat, and the remaining snake scale liquid gathered in Bologo's only hand, condensing into a long and narrow blade.

Boluoge broke free from the shackles. He has lost the ability to act. Under Alice's swallowing, his own ether is running out, and he is powerless to multiply the snake's scale fluid. Moreover, this is a battlefield of flesh and blood, and Bologo cannot recruit The flesh and blood under the feet.

But this couldn't stop Bologo, he bit the hilt of the sword, landed on the ground with one hand, cooperated with his broken lower body, and rushed towards Alice like a wild beast out of control.

The distance between the two is not too far. When Alice noticed Borrog, it only saw a hideous figure attacking, and then the long and narrow blade fell on its head, vowing to kill this hateful monster. .

Several bloody bone spurs protruded from the deformed flesh, and Burogo seemed to have thrown himself into a thorn bush, and his body was instantly pierced and hung high.

Similarly, Burrog also threw the blade in his hand, and the cold blade hit Alice's head, cutting a bloody gash on her delicate and evil face.

"You... are not delicious."

Half of Alice's face was covered in dirty blood, but the damaged wound was not a familiar human structure, but densely packed bloody maggots that were still wriggling.

Burrog was hoisted by it like a trophy, and then Alice turned her head to look at the perpetual core that rolled down in front of Teda.

Alice smelled it, and the unimaginable deliciousness was hidden in the perpetual core, which contained a golden soul of extraordinary value.

Several pale arms protruded from the deformed mass of flesh. It was like a weird centipede crawling on the ground, moving towards the core of perpetual motion. Just when Alice was about to get the core of perpetual motion, a withered palm picked it up. up it.

Alice raised her head and looked up, only to see TEDA holding the core of perpetual motion with both hands, her eyes were empty and absent-minded.

"Father, can you give it to me?"

Alice, with a ferocious face, said in TEDA's familiar tone, her voice was light and elegant, consistent with the voice in her memory.

TEDA looked at Alice, and then at the perpetual core in his hand.

Clusters of scarlet fluff squirmed and gnawed on the metal case. They were eager to bite through the metal and devour the Philosopher's Stone. According to the previous design, the perpetual core should have been corroded long ago, but after Bayley's reinforcement, these The tough metal briefly resisted the bite.

Taida also saw those milky white translucent buds, which also covered the metal case, which were dwindling phantom species. When Amyu took out the Philosopher's Stone and terminated the individual consciousness, these phantom species would also disappear. Towards decline, only a little twilight is left to support it.

"Father, you won't refuse me, will you?"

Alice dragged the deformed and weird body, and quietly came to TEDA's body, stretched out her palm to him, and asked for it.

Taida stared blankly at all this, and slowly a little reason appeared in his empty pupils, and then completely shattered the emptiness.

The battlefield of blood and flesh, the silver knight who is deeply corrupted by flesh and blood, Burrog who hanged on the bone spur, the hideous and weird Alice, the dying self, and the perpetual core in his hand...

The muddled consciousness suddenly woke up, and Taida was in this desperate hell, with nothing but unbearable grief and cold in his heart.

"What have I done..."

Taida murmured.

(End of this chapter)