Endless Debt.

Chapter 507
Belphegor fell silent. He didn't tell the part about the corruption of the Unbound Poetry Society, but just watched the screen quietly. Burlog didn't ask too much, but watched the video with him.

Watch movies with the devil.

It's not the first time that Burlogo has done this. He has played chess with astronauts before. Who knows what will happen next, playing a board game with the devil?
From this point of view, his own experience is indeed amazing, and it is not surprising that Belphegor is eager to see his own sight and share his life.

But what Bologo didn't expect was that the mysterious Unbound Poetry Society had already been corrupted and out of Belphegor's control, and even Belphegor's ideal, the plan called Endless Poetry, fell through.

The pale light illuminated the faces of Borrog and Belphegor. In the dim environment, the two looked like marble statues.

"Is the movie going to be long?" asked Burlogo.

Belphegor replied, "Its filming cycle spanned thousands of years, and it has not ended until now."

"Sounds like a long time."

Burrog peeled off his cuffs and looked at the time.

"Do you have anything to do next?"

Belphegor asked, and the two spoke in a relaxed tone as if they were friends.

"Of course there is something. Today is a working day."

Bologo tugged at the badge hanging on his chest, which had a photo of Bologo and brief personal information on it.

"Oh? It's okay, I've already asked for leave for you."

Belphegor was smiling. Seeing Palmer's face on Belphegor's face, Burlogo felt more and more that Belphegor looked like Palmer. Well, in the living room, snacks and drinks are also prepared, just like an enthusiastic dog.

Belfinger, Burlogo realized, was not like Palmer, just in the same way of expressing enthusiasm.

The movie theater fell silent, and the pictures on the screen began to change. The poets gathered in different places every year and established a fourteen-day settlement. The first seven days exchanged poems with each other, and the last seven days delivered what they saw and heard to the visitors.

Year after year.

Burrogo had already guessed that these poets should be the original Unbound Poetry Club, and the visitor was naturally Belphegor.

In this black and white world, Belphegor carries all the beautiful stories and bears the only color.

Suddenly, the crisp birdsong echoed in the silent cinema, and then the louder voice echoed, as if a person who had lost his hearing heard the whisper of the world again, and the rhythm flooded in like a tide, filling the ear canal.

Only then did Burrogo realize that the previous film had no sound, just like a silent film. With the change of eras in the film, the black and white blurry images gradually became clearer, and the film also had a soundtrack, making it more gorgeous.

If you forget the evil and crazy existence of the devil, in the eyes of Bologo, the Unbound Poetry Club should be the most romantic organization he has ever seen, but soon he remembered Threy's love for the Unbound Poetry. description of the company.

They are a group of freaks who are mad for poetry, who burn down villages, overthrow castles, and enjoy the suffering of countless people.

"corrupt."

Subtitles appear on the video.

"Human beings will decay and grow old with the passage of time, and their tenacious will will become confused and turbid. No matter how solid a rock is, it will turn into dust, and even a high mountain will collapse, not to mention a dry and cracked ocean..."

In another year of gatherings, the poets disagreed for the first time. They glared at each other, reprimanded each other, their voices were noisy, covered with a layer of fuzzy texture, giving people an illusion of intense distance.

The visitor sat silently in the corner, some poets surrounded him, telling him what he had seen and heard this year, while other poets stood far away, not approaching.

With the change of the times, the differences among poets became bigger and bigger, and they even attacked each other, and the annual gatherings began to be interrupted, and even became held only once every five or ten years.

The visitor is always watching, without any interference, no matter what happens between the poets, he doesn't seem to care, only when the poets talk to him, he will react a little.

Belphegor is lazy, languid, special among devils...among many special devils, he is the strangest and most harmless.

He just watched, watched, didn't participate in any battles, and just sat and watched the changes in the world.

The poets did not disappoint Belphegor, they still pursued the same ideal, the dissonant voices in the Unbound Poetry Club were expelled, and the Wubound Poetry Club became pure again.

Then corrupt again.

History keeps repeating itself. The reason why Belphinger just sits idly by is probably because he is used to all of this. He understands that human beings are fragile, let alone so-called ideas.

It will always corrupt, and the splinter groups still believe in Belphegor, but they become more and more extreme, spreading wild fire on the wilderness, bringing death to the towns they pass, and composing new poems in blood and mourning.

Belphegor didn't refuse.

Suffering, tragedy, death... They are also part of the endless poems.

Under the change of times, the power of Wufu Poetry Society is growing day by day, more and more new things are constantly emerging, and the vocabulary of poets has also become broader this time.

Similarly, the meaning of poetry is no longer limited to the rhythmic words, and all the crystallization of human art is attributed to Belphegor's longing.

With the advancement of civilization and technology, Belphegor has more and more collections, and the variety has become extremely rich.

From ancient ballads to magnificent symphonies, from short words to long poems, books no longer simply explain thoughts and record history, they undertake human fantasy and write those imaginary stories.

And even the birth of the first science fiction novel.

"I have seen many souls, and she is undoubtedly the most brilliant one."

A deep male voice sounded, and his words emerged along with the subtitles. Although the voice was unfamiliar, Burlogo knew that it was Belphegor's voice.

This film is a documentary. It not only records the development of Unbound Poetry Club, but also records Belphegor's pursuit of ideals.

It can be said that it records Belphegor's life.

A woman's face gradually emerged in the picture, and then disappeared.

For the birth of the first science fiction novel, Burlogo had some knowledge. He had seen it in Palmer's collection. At that time, Palmer introduced it to himself with excitement. "The novel.

Palmer said uncertainly, "The protagonist of this book, like you, can be regarded as... resurrected from the dead?"

The birth of that book was a hundred years ago. At that time, the development of industrial technology was just emerging. Therefore, Burlogo can deduce the historical process of the film.

Bologo's heart was a little nervous, he knew what was going to happen next, the melody of the film became depressing and deep, the dispute among the devils was about to begin, ushering in the prelude to the Dawn War.

The war has begun.

The poets went deep into the battlefield. These guys who can only play the piano and recite poems are more brave than the enemy when they swing their swords. They don't belong to any side. They just want to witness the course of the war and write this cruel chapter. Delivered in Belphegor.

Burrog carefully watched each scene that followed, peering into history with the help of Belphegor.

The dark clouds that cover the scorching sun, the strong wind howling on the earth, countless people fighting each other, the castle towers and collapses again...

Countless images were interlaced, flashed back, and spliced ​​together. This montage lasted for more than ten minutes. The mixed images made Burlogo dizzy, and the soundtrack changed from a melodious symphony to a real narrative sound.

Screams, cries, buzzing of swords, release of firearms...

All the rhythms have a rough feeling of metal, and it feels like there are sharp particles rubbing against the eardrum.

Burrog's expression trembled and became painful, as if he was participating in a violent heavy metal performance. In the mixed picture, a vague figure appeared in the center of the picture, allowing the surrounding scene to change, and he remained standing.

The camera began to zoom in, and the blurry figure gradually became clearer. Judging from his appearance, he was a little thin and not Threy. In the picture described by Belphegor, his figure, like Thurley, ran through the Daybreak War of all.

Burrog was about to see the man's face clearly, and suddenly the picture turned completely white, and Burrog, who was pierced by the strong light, burst into tears.

Covering his eyes, Bologo felt as if he was facing the scorching sun, while Belphegor beside him was wearing sunglasses he didn't know where he came from, laughing loudly.

"This is where the corruption begins, Mister Lazarus!"

Belphegor cheered, waving his hands wildly.

After the strong light passed, the castle was no longer inhabited, it was overgrown with weeds, and later became a tourist attraction. Overnight, new technologies engulfed the world like a flood, the internal combustion engine roared, and the railway was laid No man's land.

"nothing is forever."

Belphegor sighed. In the picture, the poets walked into a simple shed, and as the projector started, the light hit the wall.

The train came roaring into the light, and it was coming towards the poets, as if it were going to smash the walls, with the poets and the old times.

(End of this chapter)