Endless Debt.

Pushing away the steel plate pressing on the body, the wind and rain hit the body, and the wet rainwater crawled into the spinal cord along the wound on the body with extreme chill. Alive.

The shocking battle between the two schools of control completely changed the terrain of this area. On the ruins of steel, dim light flickered from time to time. The carrion rat held a heavy gold in his arms. live.

"It's good to be alive..."

The scavenger rat murmured, some electronic equipment was still running, and the hoarse broadcast was playing endless military music, the singing was intermittent, the previous enthusiasm was gone, and instead there was a touch of sadness, as if for what happened here— I feel sorry for everything.

The storm is approaching Freeport, the sky has become gray, and the terrible air currents are like giant pythons entangled in the sky. The scavengers can faintly see the light in the distance, and the dark clouds collapsed, revealing the melting sun orange.

The scavengers took heavy steps, braved the violent wind and rain, and struggled forward on the ruins.

The icy rain curtain obscured the sight, and there was mist everywhere, and every breath seemed to be swallowing ice slag.

A sharp pain came from the ankle, and the edges of these dilapidated wreckages were extremely sharp, like scattered sharp swords—if you were not careful, you would cut yourself.

The carrion rat didn't care about this, he didn't know where to go, but he knew he couldn't stop. There was a dull sound in the heavy rain, like approaching thunder.

The scavenging rat clasped its ears vigorously, and the congealed blood scabs fell off, as if the water poured into the ear canal had been drained, and the muffled voice became much clearer.

That was not thunder, but the sound of footsteps, extremely heavy footsteps.

The scavenging rat suddenly turned its head back, and a dark and blurry figure came from the rain curtain. He was so tall, like a warrior in mythology, but when he appeared in the scavenging rat's field of vision, the scavenging rat realized that he and the scavenging rat Like myself, they are all just human beings.

Do not……

The carrion rat knew very well in his heart that they were both human beings on the outside, but they were already different on the inside. Thinking of the terrifying battle just now, he couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship him as a god.

"I get it now……"

The carrion rat looked at the returning Burrog, muttering something.

"I know what kind of wars there are in this world, and I need soldiers like you..."

Burrog didn't understand what the carrion rat was doing, and he didn't bother to guess. He only knew that this guy was lucky to survive, and... there was one less person.

"What about that? Dead?"

Burrogo asked as he picked up a severed limb. It was a severed palm, and the gauntlet gleamed from the flesh.

The scavenging rat didn't answer, but just lowered its head in awe, holding the blood-stained gold tightly with both hands. It was strange that no matter how heavy the rain washed, the gold was still overflowing with blood.

"He...he died, and was accidentally affected by the aftermath," the scavenger rat weaved a lie, "yes, that's it. He has divined the fate of many people, but not his own. That's what bad luck is."

Burrog's eyes were calm. From the first time he saw the carrion rat, he understood what happened. He had seen too many such things in the wandering fork.

...

No matter how close we are, even as brothers, in the final analysis, we are all slaves to desire.

"I'm not lying, that's how he died!"

The carrion rat was afraid that Bologo would not believe it, so he emphasized again.

"I didn't question you," Burrog said nonchalantly, "it's none of my business."

Restricted by the sentinel distance, Bologo hadn't heard Lebius's voice for a while, and he didn't know where his team leader went.

"This alchemy weapon looks very interesting."

Burrogo was talking to Amy, and the voice echoed directly in his mind.

In the previous battle with Klan, Bologo relied on Amyu's help to a large extent. She was like a backup energy source, providing Burlogo with a steady stream of ether and tactical planning.

The idea of ​​using the broad blunt tendency to be unresponsive was what Amy suggested to Burlog, and Burlog was using this time difference to kill Klan.

"From the perspective of combat, this thing can help you break through the mutual exclusion of ether."

Amyu's voice was a little tired. In order to deal with the steel all over the sky, her spirit had been kept tense. The battle was over, and the strong sense of fatigue made Aimiao listless.At times like this, she envied Burlogo, who was always full of energy.

"Are the ethers mutually exclusive..."

With difficulty, Borrog ripped the gauntlet from Crane's hand, tossing the severed limb aside, then lifted the gauntlet to let the rain wash the blood from the metal.

Bologo is carefully planning his future promotion direction. What is important to Burlogo now is no longer what he can control, but what Burlogo cannot control.

Among them, Bologo has always been interested in the mutual exclusion of ether and the criticality of moment soul. The former allows Burogo to break through the opponent's ether, and even directly control the opponent's weapons, while the latter allows Bologo to directly use ether to explode the opponent. body.

The Corrupted Touch is very attractive to Bologo. After a simple cleaning, he put on the Corrupted Touch, adjusted the tightness, and unexpectedly fit his hand.

Since he joined the job, most of the alchemy weapons on Bologo came from his enemies. It is not that the Bureau of Order does not distribute alchemy weapons. All sorts of issues, either it doesn't fit well with Burlogo, or it's duplication of functions.

For this reason, Bologo has only one way left, which is to order a special alchemy weapon for him, but this will take a long period of time. Bologo himself has no idea about the customized alchemy weapon, so he put it on hold for the time being.

The scavenging rat still lowered its head, talking to itself in a very low voice, not knowing what it was talking about.

Burrog put on the gauntlet, and the shimmer floated on the back of his hand. He could feel his aether becoming manic and more aggressive.

His eyes fell on the scavenger, and the scavenger's eyes trembled, as if he would not move without Burrog's command.

The two looked at each other, and the carrion rat's body trembled violently.

From the look in Burlog's eyes, he read that Burlog knew what the carrion rat had done, the wounds on his body, the bruises on his face...all of them proved one thing.

"Damn him!"

...

The carrion rat yelled uncontrollably, "He's in my way, he deserves to die!"

"Damn it, the thing that will repay the favor," the scavenging mouse stomped vigorously, with a poisonous voice, "I shouldn't have saved him! He actually wanted to grab something from me!"

Burrog was expressionless.

The carrion rat calmed down for a moment, then laughed maniacally.

"You won't understand, for a person like me who is in deep darkness, this is the only light, the only light!"

The scavenger protects his gold, at this moment it is more important than the scavenger's life, "I just want to live like a normal person, what's wrong with that!"

Burrog never tried to judge, but the carrion rats had driven themselves mad.

"You don't understand...you don't understand!"

The scavengers roared at Borrog, his face furious, and the scene froze for the last eternity of his life.

Time seemed to slow down, and Bologo watched as the face of the scavenging rat was distorted. The heavy metal pierced through his body, shattering the internal organs of the scavenging rat at the moment of contact, and the scarlet blood spread outward, sprinkled on the Bologo's body.

Burrog stood where he was, with blood dripping from between his brows. The carrion rat in front of him had disappeared, leaving only golden pieces of gold and blood.

A few seconds later, there was a roaring explosion from the ruins behind him. The flying shrapnel cut Burrog's cheek, and the carrion rat's carcass and gold dissipated in the flames.

"Bologo!"

Amy yelled in Burrog's mind, and Burrog broke away from the shock, summoning layers of metal barriers to cover his body, and then more dense shells were thrown from the sea and smashed on the wreckage,— Time roared with explosions, and a sea of ​​flames engulfed the coast.

Several warships emerged from the water mist in the offshore, like sea monsters rising from the bottom of the sea, and the burning sea of ​​fire was reflected in the pupils of the captain's eyes.

"The Board of Directors calls for the complete destruction of the Hulk Coast."

ordered the captain.

"Keep firing."
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