Endless Debt.

Chapter 382 Epilogue
The deep and oppressive sea of ​​fog surged like a huge ocean covering the underground world. In the glass round bottom, a crooked figure sat cross-legged, as usual, looking down on the monotonous scenery, like a sculpture, standing forever.

"Sorry, I failed."

The third seat knelt down on one knee behind the Shadow King. He lowered his head and his words were full of apology.

After paying so much, they still lost in the final battle for the immortal heart, a crushing defeat.

"It's not your fault, it's just that our strength is not enough."

The Shadow King's voice was very calm. Even if the failure of the third seat would lead him to death gradually, he didn't care. It seemed that death was no stranger to the Shadow King, but a long-lost friend.

The third seat was a little excited, "But what should you do?"

The Shadow King is like an absolute belief in the heart of the third seat, and he will never allow his belief to fall powerlessly like this.

"There is always a way," Shadow King said indifferently, "It's just that I don't want to do that unless necessary."

Having said that, now it is time for the Shadow King to make a choice, which makes the Shadow King feel a sense of grief and humiliation.

"You want... no, it can't be like this."

The third seat seemed to have guessed what the Shadow King was going to do. He was about to persuade him, but was severely interrupted by the Shadow King.

"It's okay!" Shadow King shook his head, "Just let him win a little more..."

The Shadow King took a deep breath, slowly clenched his fists, and muttered, "I will win it back, I will."

After saying these words, the Shadow King himself was amused by himself, his gaffe words were like a hysterical gambler, begging for another match.

gambler……

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no difference between myself and a gambler, they are just tiny individuals in this grand game of gambling.

The third seat stopped talking, and looked at the shadow king's back with a slightly sad gaze. The rickety figure supported a heavy object far beyond his imagination.

With a huge empire on his back.

The Shadow King asked, "Other than that, are you sure? The Bureau of Order successfully usurped the power of the Overlord?"

"Yes, we have finished the investigation. The other party is Bologo Lazarus, a debtor with an immortal body. His past is a mystery. He joined the Bureau of Order recently and became a member of the special operations team. a member."

The third seat recounted the information obtained from the investigation, "Although he is only a first-stage Sublimator now, when he activates the secret energy, the effect of the secret energy is too similar... A perfect copy of the force!"

Frenzy surged in Third Seat's eyes, and his words trembled uncontrollably.

"The power that governs all things, the power of the 'kingdom realm'."

The Shadow King was unmoved by the fanatical words of the third seat, he just lowered his head, with a little gleam in his dark eyes, thinking about something.

"Back off," the Shadow King said, "I will take care of the rest."

The eyes of the third seat showed resentment, but he knew that he could not change the Shadow King's mind, and more importantly, they had no other means other than this.

In the end, the third seat sighed sadly, and left the place silently, leaving only the Shadow King in the empty and dark courtyard.

The Shadow King remembered the forbidden power, and the name of Borogo Lazarus was in his mind.

Invisible power surrounds the Shadow King, like a school of empty fish, they swim continuously, causing waves of ripples.

The Shadow King slowly raised his head and looked at the turbid darkness not far away. It was so pitch black that it seemed to be able to swallow all the light. Under the brief gaze, a distorted strange feeling lingered in the Shadow King's mind, as if there was an invisible His claws pierced through reality and tore his spirit.

"I knew you were here, watching me from the corner all the time, non-stop."

Facing the evil existence in the darkness, the Shadow King said calmly.

Contemptuous laughter came from the darkness, and a vague figure came out of the shadows. Surrounded by the same dark school of fish, all the lights could not illuminate him, so he looked like a black silhouette that suddenly appeared , split light and space.

The visitor walked slowly in front of the Shadow King, the shadow squirmed, and held him and the Shadow King together. The dark table and chairs stretched out from the darkness, and the two sat at both ends of the table. emerge from the desktop.

The person who came picked up the black chess piece, "Would you like a game?"

The Shadow King stared at the black shadow for a long time, just like he had met many times before, no matter how he observed, all he could get was a void of darkness.

He gave up observing, picked up the white chess piece silently, and pushed the chess piece forward.

The Shadow King asked, "Bologo Lazarus...he's your new target, isn't he?"

"I think you may have made a mistake in the order." The visitor pushed the chess piece, and the soldiers of the garrison moved forward. "Compared to him, you are the new target."

"..."

The Shadow King's hand holding the chess froze for a moment, and he sensed the meaning behind the words of the visitor, "Is that so? He was your chosen one from the beginning, and I was just a substitute later on."

"I thought you'd realized you were a substitute a long time ago," said the caller.

"I have thought about it, but I didn't expect that his existence is far before me."

With just a few words, the Shadow King roughly guessed the various mysteries, and at the same time he also understood one thing, which was deliberately told to him by the visitor.

The visitor is always like this, releasing the necessary information to himself at the necessary moment, so as to guide himself into the future he desires. The most disturbing thing is that the Shadow King never has the power to refuse.

The Shadow King continued to question, "The undead... He seems to have lived for many years, and was released by you recently?"

The conspiracy hidden in the shadow of history is close at hand, and the Shadow King feels that he is about to touch it, and his pupils are filled with scarlet blood.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The visitor let out bursts of laughter, and did not answer, but continued the game and talked about other topics.

"Compared to these, you should care about yourself, the dead have no chance to witness all this."

The visitor inspected the withered and corrupted body of the Shadow King, and felt his gradually declining vitality. According to common sense, the Shadow King in front of him should have died long ago, but he broke the common sense and maintained a surviving posture. But this is just lingering.

"You are a good pawn, you have the noble character of human beings, you are focused, tenacious, cautious, and never compromise..."

The visitor stopped playing chess, and in the squirming darkness, the Shadow King could clearly feel the gaze coming down.

"Want to make another deal with me?"

The visitor sent an invitation to the Shadow King, but the Shadow King was silent. He stared at the chessboard, his eyes piercing through the years, going back many years.

At that time, he was still a child who couldn't even lift a sword. He met the comer on an uncertain night and made a deal with him.

The comer reversed the fate of the Shadow King, but also led his fate to a deeper darkness.

"My soul, my body, all of me..."

The Shadow King shook his head, his voice was calm, without any sorrow or joy.

"I have nothing left to offer you."

The visitor stretched out his hand, and pressed the Shadow King, forcing him to raise his head and stare at the darkness.

"No, that's not the case. Even if you lose all your value, you are still alive and you can continue to create value."

The visitor understood the Shadow King's thoughts, he watched the Shadow King's growth, and watched him rise from the desperate situation... He knew the Shadow King too well.

"You don't want to end like this, do you? I can see the desire in your eyes."

The visitor laughed, with a hoarse voice, "You are also looking forward to this moment, right? I hope that I will favor you again, give you strength, and bring you back to the battlefield..."

"Ah... you're a restless black goat, I've known it since the beginning."

The Shadow King stared at the darkness coldly, let the dark arms take off his mask, pressed his cold palms on his rough and withered face, and then forcibly opened his eyelids with his fingers, completely exposing the eyeballs to the air middle.

The Shadow King was not bewitched by the visitor's words, he had been thinking during the conversation, to be precise, since the first time he saw the visitor when he was a child, he had been thinking about why the visitor did what he did.

Until today, many years later, until Bolog Lazarus was exposed in front of his eyes, until all kinds of coincidences were pieced together, he roughly understood what the visitor thought.

"I'm just a carrier, a carrier across time, passing that power on to his substitute."

The Shadow King grabbed the pitch-black arm and clenched it tightly, as if trying to twist it off.

"I should be worthless to you, but now you have come back to me.

Yeah, it's not that I'm begging for your favor, it's that you need me too, right?What do you need me to do to realize your dark plot. "

The visitor said unhurriedly, "But you also said that we are settled, haven't we?"

As early as many years ago, the Shadow King fulfilled the deal with the comer, he repaid the debt, and became what he is today.

The Shadow King smiled, and his words were full of anger and harshness, "Two cleansing? How could it be possible? I have never escaped from your control, and you have been watching me all the time. The reason why you no longer appear in front of my eyes is because Just looking for the right moment, right?
Like... now. "

The visitor was silent, and then said with a trembling smile, "You are indeed the best."

"A lot of people think they're special, they think they can break the spell and pay off their debts, and there are people who think they can play the devil and make a profit...you're not like them."

Those who came knocked over the chess pieces, and they fell in pieces, and the corpses piled up in mountains across the battlefield.

"You are always sober and never trust anyone's words."

The Shadow King growled, "In that case, what are you waiting for?"

The pitch-black figure began to squirm and collapse, turning into countless schools of pitch-black fish circling around the Shadow King, and they finally condensed behind the Shadow King, reshaping the pitch-black figure again.

He stretched out his hands, put them lightly on the Shadow King's shoulders, lowered his head, and whispered in the Shadow King's ear.

"My gaze will be on you again, and you will also receive my favor again."

The black shadow collapsed, and countless schools of fish got into the Shadow King's body. After many years, the evil protection came again and bestowed on him again.

The Shadow King stood up slowly, he could feel the power surging in his body, and he knew clearly that the other party was leaving.

He was not happy because of gaining power, on the contrary, a trace of unresolved sadness surrounded the Shadow King's heart.

After all, the Shadow King did not escape this doomed fate. He once thought he had escaped, but it was only a temporary escape. He was destined to be entangled with him until the moment his life came to an end.

But the Shadow King didn't regret it, as long as he could realize his goal and kill that hateful evil on the throne, even if he gave up all his soul, he would not hesitate.

Quietly walking out of the court room, the Shadow King did not attract anyone's attention. He left the Mistpit Fortress and walked along the steep corridor to the shadow of the Great Rift.

The Shadow King could smell the rot and decay, and then he found the demons lingering in the shadows.

Pairs of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness, looking at the uninvited guest, some shouted loudly, some greedily looked at the soul under the Shadow King's body, some were hungry, and slowly drew out the blood-stained short knife.

All this was reflected in the eyes of the Shadow King, a disgusted smile gradually appeared on his withered face, he licked his sharp teeth, and then plunged into the darkness.

After a brief metallic hum, piercing screams echoed in the shadows, as if some kind of cruel punishment had come upon the demons. The wailing didn't last long before it stopped completely.

Among the corpses and blood all over the ground, the Shadow King panted heavily, feeling the vitality of life. At the same time, little cyan light spots rose from the broken limbs, and the soul fragments merged into the Shadow King's body, bringing him Filling of the soul.

The Shadow King closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the sacrifice of his soul. He had waited too long for this moment.

(End of this chapter)