Endless Debt.

Chapter 498 Endless Emptiness
The radiance of the ether is like a torrent of light. The scorching glare takes away everyone's vision in an instant. It is like a scorching sun rising from the ground. The light reflects on the night, and this strange phenomenon can be observed several kilometers away. .

In order to save Blau, it was Ferguson's all-out blow, pouring all his aether and the deadliest alchemy warhead.

The two have been partners for many years, and they have also encountered situations where opponents found Blau's body, but this also means that Ferguson can pass through the shadow gate and shoot opponents at close range.

Opportunities and dangers coexist.

Ferguson stared at the glowing shadow gate in front of him, and the distorted pain gradually turned into pleasure, and then the pleasure was swallowed up by emptiness, filling himself with infinite ether.

Blessing and care, evil and chaos.

The protection from the collector can convert all the strong emotions of the contractor into ether, and among all human emotions, pain is undoubtedly the easiest to obtain, as long as you cut yourself.

Ferguson's expression trembled. He peeled off the skin of the entire arm, exposing the scarlet muscle tissue, but this was not the end. He pressed the exposed wound to the rough clothes, and slowly moved the arm.

This behavior was like polishing flesh and blood with sandpaper. Ferguson took deep breaths repeatedly, and his face turned pale. Fortunately, the pain did not last long, and the pain was gradually turning into pleasure.

Ferguson sometimes wonders whether this is the collector's pity or a curse.

After triggering the protection several times, there will be an indescribable pleasure in the intense pain, and even whenever the pain arises, there will be a powerful pleasure that soothes the nerves like a tranquilizer.

But the price is that this kind of pleasure will not last for too long. With the increase in the number of times the protection is triggered, her own threshold value continues to increase. Simple pain can no longer obtain enough ether from the collector, and she needs stronger emotions. , more acute pain.

The pleasure subsides gradually and quickly, and the pleasure becomes weaker, gradually swallowed up by the emptiness in the heart, and even this emptiness will spread to the contractor's normal state.

A tease from the devil, a mockery from fate.

The greedy are never satisfied, the hungry are never full, and the angry are never at peace.

Desires are never filled.

Thinking of this, Ferguson in the past would shed tears of sorrow, but now he can't feel the emotion of sadness at all. Compared with the pain, such emotion is too weak.

Picking up the alchemy potion, Ferguson injected it into his arm, speeding up the healing of his injury.

It was an unstoppable Rolling Stone move, a curse that had haunted Ferguson's soul since he first asked the Collector for his power.

Ferguson was obsessed with fighting, hunting one target after another. It wasn't that he liked to kill, but that he could feel the beating of his heart and the surge of emotions only when he was stained with blood.

In his daily state, Ferguson has lost most of his emotions, and he can't feel anything. Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy are already unfamiliar words to him.

Only when he is playing against the god of death can Ferguson feel that he is truly alive, and in order to defeat the god of death, he asks for the power of the collector again and again, falling into a sad cycle.

At least Ferguson hasn't been completely numb, and his mind is still fluctuating.

Ferguson has seen those truly pathetic souls who have sacrificed all their emotions. Even if they are covered with sharp rivets and placed in a hot oil pan, they still cannot feel a single feeling, leaving only a maddening emptiness eternal.

There are many such numb people in the Zongge Orchestra. In order to please the collectors, they are real lunatics, and they will do everything they can, chasing the collector's will in exchange for a faint joy, or dying on the road to enjoy eternal peace .

Death, what a merciful word.

"what……"

Ferguson's pupils were bloodshot, and the alchemy potion not only contained ingredients to heal flesh and blood, but also a part of neurotoxin, which would stimulate the nerves after being injected into the body, causing pain like a knife.

Then came the glow of power.

After a simple treatment, Ferguson's ether returned to its peak, and he drew six sharp blades from his waist. These blades had strange shapes, only the body of the sword, but no hilt, and no grip design.

Driven by Ferguson's secret energy, six blades floated beside him. Yes, these blades didn't need to be held.

The pleasure ebbed and the pain was numb. Ferguson's expression turned grim. His heart was empty, as if he had collapsed into a pothole that swallowed everything, trying to drag everything in his mind into the endless darkness.

The power of a collector is like an addictive potion, the more painful, the happier, the more powerful, the more perverted...

"Don't lose, Blau."

Ferguson murmured, staring at the wriggling tiny shadow door in front of him, waiting for the moment when it fully opened, Ferguson was ready, in order to get rid of the torment of emptiness, he chose to fight to the death.

……

Burogo admitted that Ferguson and Blau were indeed partners who had fought together for many years, and their secret energy cooperation was even better than that between himself and that unlucky Palmer.

Then Burlogo began to think about whether he had any so-called cooperation with Palmer.

Blau's tiny shadow gate worked just as Burrog was about to mortally wound him. It wasn't enough to get Ferguson to the battlefield, but it was enough to send a deadly alchemy warhead through.

Ferguson entangled himself in severe pain in exchange for the massive amount of ether, and through the increase of Tranquility Fang, he blessed all of them on the alchemy warhead, and shot this fatal blow.

Even if it is a negative person, if hit by this blow, it will penetrate in an instant and turn into a cold corpse.

There was not much time left for Bologo to react. This alchemy warhead could be called a close-range fire. Before the torrent of bright light engulfed Bologo, the Snake Scale Liquid spread throughout his body.

This time, Bologo chose to seal himself up, covering himself in the iron coffin with layers of scales.

The alchemy warhead hit the scale armor, and a sea-like burst of ether was released. The berserk torrent spread with the shock wave, shattering all the materials along the way.

This is not a sniper kill, more like a full-fire shelling.

Two dark eclipses stood in front of Blau, resisting the roaring ether. Blau was not on the direct impact surface, but the aftermath still tore his body apart... and brought a burst of ether to fill him with the body.

As long as they are not killed, the collector's contractors can draw a steady stream of ether from the pain.

In the gorgeous stream of light, Blau laughed loudly, even though his laughter was easily covered by the deafening ringing.

Blau knew that collectors were watching this scene, and she loved movies like this, with Borrog Lazarus in the lead.

As long as Burlogo can be captured and dedicated to the collector, he and Ferguson can take the never-ending train to the eternal paradise.

At that time, Blau's heart will no longer be empty, and an unimaginable sense of satisfaction will fill his atrium.

The stream of light gathered by the ether easily penetrated Burogo's iron coffin. It advanced at high speed under the night, like fireworks released horizontally, reflecting on every inch of glass between the buildings.

The strong light reflects the aurora-like phenomenon under the night, followed by the howling wind. Wherever the light flow passes, the furious hurricane easily rolls up the sundries on the street, and the broken glass turns into an invisible blade. Cutting the disturbed crowd, triggering a series of panic.

The street was in a mess, whistles, screams, mourning, countless voices mixed together, joining the crazy concerto tonight.

The bright light in front of him dissipated, just as Blau thought, the alchemy warhead pierced through the iron coffin shaped by Burrog, and the spilled blood could be seen between the crumbling metal.

The ground shattered and then collapsed. The collapsed masonry buried the broken iron coffin and sunk into a huge pothole in front of Blau. Looking along the pothole, one could see the dark lower floor.

"Win! Ferguson!"

Blau said happily, he injected ether, and the young Dark Eclipse gradually grew up, and the shadow gate on its head gradually expanded, and he could barely see the appearance of Ferguson behind the gate.

Ferguson raised Tranquility Fang and loaded the anesthesia bomb, "Don't let your guard down, he is undead."

The shadow gate expanded to a size of tens of centimeters, barely enough for Ferguson to lean over half of his body, but he did not do so, but waited for the shadow gate to fully unfold. Cut off his body at the waist.

Brau moved forward vigilantly, and the Dark Devourer surrounded him. He saw Burrog's arm in the ruins, and he was crushed under the rubble, motionless.

Ferguson aimed at the arm through the shadow gate, ready to pull the trigger, while Blau commanded the dark eclipse, carefully looking ahead.

But when the Dark Eclipse approached a few meters away from the arm, a series of cracks covered Burogo's arm, and then collapsed into dust all over the sky like rotten sand.

In an instant, the blue flames of the cauldron covered the ruins, and Blau was in a sea of ​​flames.

The scattered Snake Scale Liquid was conscripted, twisted and squirmed, turned into sharp and slender silver needles and stretched out. In a blink of an eye, the densely staggered, several-meter-long silver needles penetrated the body of the Darkness Beast. Blau is also pierced through.

"Does the more painful the stronger? What a damn habit."

A deep and strange voice sounded from behind Blau, and a pair of eyes like will-o'-the-wisps emerged, as if they were evil spirits from the world of the dead.

In a static state, Bologo is still very confident in his own ether shielding. Ferguson's gunshot is indeed powerful, killing Bologo in one blow, but what they don't understand is that their first death will often be Resurrection in an extremely rapid manner.

The abdominal wound has healed, and the left arm that was severed to cover up his whereabouts has also begun to regenerate at this moment. The pale bones are twisted out of thin air, and muscle tissue and blood are filled into it one by one.

Swinging the heavy hand axe, the cold metal fiercely smashed into Blau's back. The emotion of fear was transformed into ether, which further strengthened the dark eclipse beasts. Before they could attack, Burrog violently pulled out the hand axe, Then swing down again.

Blau's eyes widened, and his vision was in chaos. When the scene in front of him stabilized, he saw a headless corpse standing not far away. Behind the corpse, a cyan evil spirit moved towards the approaching The collapsed shadow gate threw a hand ax in an attempt to chop Ferguson behind the shadow gate.

Death came suddenly and seemed to be expected.

Blau's eyes were a little dull, and then he opened his mouth, laughing silently, thanking the god of death for his grace, which made him break free in the endless emptiness.

(End of this chapter)