Endless Debt.

Chapter 484 The Bet of the Devils
For a long time, in Burlogo's mind, there have been two strange feelings coexisting, one is invincible for the devil, and the other is omnipotent for the decision-making room.

Now that the myth of invincibility has been broken, the possibility of destroying the devils conceived by Bologo has dawned, he asked.

"What did you do?"

Nethaniel said, "It's very simple, just like a normal transaction, find the loophole of the blood contract, complete the transaction, and coax the devil."

Burlogo still couldn't believe it, "Is that really the case?"

He looked suspiciously at Nethaniel, this casual and unrestrained guy, also with a bit of a sense of indecency, and Burlogo needed to confirm his words many times.

Nethaniel's expression hesitated for a moment, and Bologo narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, the old fox didn't have much truth in his mouth, and Bologo even began to doubt how he became the deputy director.

"We won, but we didn't quite win."

no surprise!Burlog continued to press, "Are you sure?"

Nethaniel fell silent, and after hesitating for a moment, he still decided to inform Bologo of this information.

In the past, only the core power inside the Bureau of Order could know this information, and there were some exceptions, such as Lebius.

For ordinary employees, knowing too much is actually a curse. After all, no matter who it is, when they think of a strange devil hidden deep in the reclamation room that they think is safe, they will also have doubts about their responsibilities.

"In fact, the deals between the devil and humans are often not settled at one time," Nethaniel said, "Just like the transactions in human society, the devil and us also have similar transactions, such as gambling agreement .”

"Betting?"

"You're right to understand that," Nethaniel said. "We'll get the power of the devil first, and then make a bet. If we win, we'll win everything. If we lose, we'll lose everything."

Bologo felt that his understanding of the Bureau of Order was being refreshed, "You made a bet with a devil, because of the content of the bet, the devil was bound in the Bureau of Order, and you...you got the devil's Power, and it pays nothing for it."

"It can't be said that there is no price at all." Nethaniel scratched his head. "It can only be said that under the bondage of the bet, when we need some help, the devil will give us a suitable friendship price."

Bologo had a splitting headache, and the conversation with Nethaniel carried too much information, even he couldn't handle it now.

"why?"

Burrog didn't understand, and asked repeatedly, "Why?"

Nethaniel said, "For qualifications, but also for protection, Bolog. If there are no devils behind us, how can we intervene in the disputes of devils?"

"What is this? I found a 'puppet' for myself, and used his name to participate in the disputes among the devils?"

"Almost, anyway, according to the content of the bet, the devil doesn't care who the winner of the dispute is," Nethaniel said. "This dispute has been going on for many years. The power left behind can be destroyed by interference."

"That devil has no bargaining chips. If he doesn't rely on the Bureau of Order, he will lose completely in the dispute."

Nethaniel said indifferently, "It is not only a bet, but also a mutual use."

Burrog didn't answer immediately, he recalled the scene of contact with the devils in his mind.

Those crazy and strange existences, they are like raging storms, rampaging in the world, bringing endless sorrow, and harvesting souls.

Nethaniel said these words, Bologo understands that if they don't use each other with the devil, the Bureau of Order is just a castle facing the storm, but with the existence of the devil, the Bureau of Order has also become a member of the storm.

Burlogo asked, "Can the entire Bureau of Order be considered his chosen one?"

"The chosen one is unique, he can only be an independent individual."

Listening to Nethaniel's answer, Bologo already had the answer in his heart about the identity of the selected person in the Bureau of Order.

Burrog half-jokingly said, "Now there are two selectors in the Bureau of Order, will the devil behind us let us break each other's heads?"

"How could it be? Like I said, we have bound that devil, and he can't do anything until the bet is completed."

Nethaniel said, "Although it is not a complete victory, this is also the worst thing humans can do to the devil in the records."

He laughed as he spoke, "But he also looks like he is enjoying it. Being enslaved by humans should be a novelty for him."

Burlogo said, "What about after the bet? There will always be an end to disputes."

Nethaniel said frankly, "It's very simple, either win or die."

"does it worth?"

Nethaniel said seriously, "It's not about whether it's worth it or not, but... this is the last dispute."

"The final dispute?"

Burrog didn't understand, Nethaniel meant, as if the world was coming to an end.

"Since ancient times, devils have waged countless disputes, and they have also experienced countless shuffles, but none of the disputes has been more complicated and crazy than this one. Every devil has poured his own strength, I want to win this dispute."

"What is the cause of this strife?" asked Burlogo.

"The devil didn't tell us, but from the laws of history, we can sum up some answers... some extremely bad answers."

Nethaniel asked Burrog, "How is your history?"

"I didn't go to college...but I read a lot."

Burlogo didn't really want to mention these things. It was to save tuition that he was drafted into the army, and he met the wrath of the scorched earth.

"Oh..." Nethaniel apologized, "Over the years, we have been investigating the past history. From the fragmented history among the countries, we have concluded such a law. After every crazy war, There was a mass death of the population, and after the war, a rapid revival began...”

"Isn't this a reasonable phenomenon?"

Burrog interrupted Nethaniel's words, war, development, war... The history of mankind is a history of war evolution, he couldn't be more clear.

"It's a reasonable phenomenon, but it's unreasonable if it's too reasonable."

Nethaniel said, "It's as if someone has carefully calculated all this. Every hundred years, a war will break out among the countries, and the scale, duration, and death toll of the war are all increasing according to a certain proportion."

Burrog murmured, "Devils are secretly interfering with the course of history."

"It's not just interfering with the process of history, to be precise, interfering with the process of history is just a by-product of their real purpose," Nethaniel told Burrog, "Your analogy before is right, the world is a huge market , the devils are greedy businessmen..."

Bologo whispered, "The disputes between the devils are not only used by them to resolve conflicts between each other, but also a great harvest of souls, setting off crazy wars and devouring more souls. After the war, the world will be destroyed. Step into a brief peace and wait for the next harvest."

"They are like ranchers, and we are the lambs in the fence," Nethaniel said lightly, "When the sheep are fattened up, they are killed, and the cycle continues."

Burrog asked, "Then why do you see this as the final dispute?"

"This is the information we pried out from the devil's mouth. He didn't say it directly, but kept hinting at us in some side information," Nethaniel said, "The scale of the war, the greed of the devils, Desires, the power of mortals, all of these are constantly becoming stronger with the changes of the times."

"Think of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, Borogo. When the devils gather their strength and their chosen ones wield their swords to fight, it will be a more terrible destruction than the Wrath of the Scorched Earth."

Nethaniel has never personally experienced the Scorched Wrath, but he is well aware of the horror of the Scorched Earth's Wrath. So far, there are still many abandoned cities in the Narrow Kingdom, starting from the Kogadel Empire and extending to the ridges of the mountains In the middle of the world, whether it is forests and wilderness, or rivers and plains, steel wreckage is buried everywhere.

Another war far more terrifying than the Scorched Wrath awaits at the other end of history, only when the time comes.

The end of war.

"Let's recall carefully, what are the disputes and ongoing wars that this world has experienced in the last hundred years?"

Nethaniel stretched out his hands and put them on Burrog's shoulders. The two were so close that even Burrog could smell the alcohol on Nethaniel's body.

In an instant, the long axis of history in Bologo's cognition extended forward again. He has always felt that modern disputes originated from the wrath of the scorched earth, and then the fall of the holy city and the secret war, as well as everything that happened now, all It's just an extension of Scorched Fury, but it's clear that Burlogo's vision is still short-sighted.

The last dispute was so close to him, but Bologo didn't notice it at all.

"Dawn War."

Burrogo was startled.

That's right, the rise of the Eternal Night Empire and the coalition forces of the secret associations, that is the first extraordinary war that broke out in the shadow of history in the true sense.

"That was the first defeat of the devils. Their dispute was blocked by the power of mortals. Before the Eternal Night Empire began to harvest souls on a large scale, it burned up in the dawn."

Under Nethaniel's narration, Bologo suddenly understood why Nethaniel cared so much about the identity of his chosen one, and why the Bureau of Order needed the protection of the devil so much to participate in the final dispute.

This reminded Bologo of Nethaniel and himself telling the meaning of the existence of the Special Operations Group. This is an operation group composed entirely of debtors. They are inextricably linked with the devil. The devils achieve one purpose after another.

Or wake up, rebel against fate, and stab that fatal sword at the critical moment.

"You want me to be Thrai."

Burrog understood. "Another Cerre Villeris."

(End of this chapter)