Endless Debt.

The wreckage of the ship was piled on top of each other, rusted corridors intersected each other, and a woman ran wildly from dark cabin to cabin, her face full of fear and bruises.

The woman couldn't figure out what she was facing, whether it was the melody that interfered with consciousness, or the roar that tore through reason... All her methods seemed to be useless to him, even if she used all her strength, it would only slow him down. Only the other party.

Bin died, Hansen also died, and the most miserable one was Bell, who was crushed alive by the collapsed steel plate.

Thinking of that scene, the woman's stomach was churning, and a strong desire to vomit rose from her throat. When she opened her mouth, she could only spit out gastric juice all over the place.

The woman felt that the fear was fading away, and instead a surge of pleasure washed over her nerves. She clenched her fists and slammed against the wall. At this time, she didn't need pleasure, what she needed was fear, and let herself explode to survive. desire fear.

Only happiness is eternal.

The woman was leaning on the wall, her chest heaving rapidly, her eyes were full of tears, but there was a crazy smile on her face.

She couldn't detect the reaction of the other party's ether, but the woman knew that the monster was still chasing her. Whether it was the level or the mastery of the ether, the monster completely crushed her, and she had no chance of winning .

The woman gritted her teeth and moved forward, but someone blocked her way, and the other party, like a ghost suddenly emerging from the darkness, let out a hoarse laugh and walked slowly towards the woman.

The man was wearing a thin black robe, revealing a sickly pale complexion under the robe, covered with scars and dense black sutures, the whole body seemed to be pieced together from corpse parts.

His whole body was extremely smooth and clean, without a single hair, and evil symbols were engraved on his bald scalp. The lines were like poisonous snakes, lingering down his neck and winding around his spine.

"White... White Gull!"

The woman obviously recognized the comer, and hope surged in her heart. If the white gull was there, it would definitely be able to block the monster.

She staggered and fell unbalanced in front of the white gull. She grabbed the white gull's black robe with both hands, and her eyes were full of pleading.

"Oh, poor Twain."

Pity and sadness appeared on White Gull's face, and he hugged Twen's armpits with both hands, and slowly lifted her up.

"Help me, White Gull, you can do it."

Twen's face was full of panic and joy, two completely conflicting emotions emerged on her face, crying and laughing.

"Don't worry, I'm here to save you."

White Gull's tone was deep and slow, like an actor in a stage play. He gently stroked Twen's long hair, stripped the strands, and pressed his cold fingertips on Twen's neck.

Twin seemed to realize what Bai Gull was going to do. She widened her eyes and murmured, "No...don't do this, please."

"What are you afraid of? Twen," White Gull shook his head puzzled, "I'm not trying to save you?"

Twen realized her next fate, her body trembled violently, her fear made her fearful and sad, and then huge joy touched Twen's mind, and she even groaned.

"I will take you to the eternal paradise."

The white gull whispered next to Tewin's ear, and then the black robe enveloped the white gull's body, dissipating into the air like a wisp of black smoke.

Tewin knelt on the ground alone, the footsteps of Death came from behind him, and the faint blue light was faintly visible.

Twen's eyes were empty, and her senses were strengthened a thousand times in the next second. She could clearly feel the breeze brushing against her skin, and taste the coldness that penetrated into her bones. The residue cut through the flesh like a blade.

The pain was magnified to the limit, which almost made Twen faint, followed by a irrational joy, like an ancient reproductive worship, Twen felt baptized by God, and overflowing ether gushed out from the alchemy matrix , the condensed etheric arc flickered continuously.

Twen stood up slowly and looked at the faint blue spot of light. Excessive emotions overwhelmed her senses. At this moment, Twen couldn't even make any expression.

Raising his hand, Twain said softly, "Stop."

An invisible impact spread outward, and the rolled up dust and iron slag set off the forward trajectory of the impact. All those who encountered the impact would have chaotic hallucinations in front of their eyes, and their consciousness would be dominated by distorted emotions.

The blue light froze for a second, and then he continued to move forward, and Lebius walked out of the darkness expressionlessly.

"Stop!"

Twain's voice was raised a little, and the impact hit Lebius directly. In an instant, countless pictures appeared in front of Lebius' eyes, and the group of demons danced wildly.

The lifted foot hovers in mid-air—falls firmly.

"Stop!"

Twen almost roared out, the enhanced senses and physical pain made a perfect cycle of protection and secret energy, and her own ether strength was already stronger than that of the power bearer.

This time the mental impact was much stronger than before. Levius felt a sharp pain in his mind. He frowned slightly, turned his head, and stopped in place.

Then move on.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Tewen kept giving orders, and even hissed and roared, and the spiritual shocks continued one after another, superimposed together, turning into a torrent of shocks, completely enveloping Lebius.

At first Lebius was still affected by hallucinations, but soon he got used to moving forward in hallucinations and pain, clenched the sword in his hand, and the distance between him and Twin kept shortening.

"No no no! How is this possible!"

Lebius' actions completely shattered Twen's fantasy. She never thought that someone could be completely immune to the influence of the mind, and she couldn't even shake him.

Rebius didn't have much desire to explain. He walked up to Tewin, lifted the blade, and split her head with a sword, as if deliberately killing her. The blade split open her neck and cut off most of her chest cavity.

The corpse was lying on the side, the slightly beating heart was clearly visible in the cross-section, the lungs contracted violently, but soon calmed down.

Lebius said to himself, "Are you satisfied with this?"

"I wish you were more brutal in your methods, if possible," replied another voice. "We're going to put the death penalty on the traitor, aren't we?"

He went on to praise, "Burlogo did a good job of this."

Lebius shook his head, he had no interest in satisfying the whims of a devil unless necessary.

The blue pupils are extremely deep, if someone can look at Lebius, they will vaguely see another figure in the depth.

"The battle is over, Belphegor," Lebius said, "you should go."

"Are you going to abandon me after using me? You are really ruthless."

Levius remained silent, too, not wanting to have too much conversation with Belphegor unless necessary.

During the long silence, Belphegor first broke the silence, "The battle is far from over, Lebius."

"Where is the enemy?"

Lebius' words are always so crisp.

"You'll know right away."

After Belphegor finished speaking, there was a slight tingling in Levius's mind, a little noise rang directly in his ears, and then that familiar voice.

"This is Uriel, call everyone in the special operations team."

Off the coast of the hulk, the bright headlights pierced the rain, like a big steel snake moving straight along the railroad tracks.

In the swaying carriage at the end, Uriel closed her eyes, her whole body was covered with electrode lines, and excessive information was constantly passing through her mind. She was like an overloaded machine, and her body was slightly hot.

"This is Levius, I hear you."

Hearing Lebius' voice, Uriel was overjoyed, after all, only Lebius could make the next decision.

Uriel said bluntly, "One good news, one bad news."

She didn't wait for Lebius to guess, and responded directly, "The Bureau of Order has sent a message that we have found Gould."

Uriel's voice slammed into Lebius's mind like a boulder, and he didn't expect this action to have a result so soon.

"Where is he?"

"The Promised Land, in the hands of the current navigator, Nolen Motley."

"Has he been held hostage?"

"No, according to intelligence, it was Noren who discovered Gould. He is still in a coma, and then... something that seems to be the original thing is also beside Gould."

Uriel's mind was silent for a few seconds, and Lebius' voice came again.

"What is Noren's request?"

Such things are easy to guess, Lebius thought.

"Demand the Bureau of Order to protect his younger brother, Hert Motley, from the people of Xitao."

This request made Lebius confused about the situation, and then Uriel said, "Then came the bad news."

"According to Noren, the people of Xitao will launch an attack on the Hulk Coast to completely eradicate Helt."

As soon as Uriel finished speaking, Lebius noticed the looming sound of cannonballs, and then the shells smashed through the cabins and ships, and the successive explosions turned the coast into a sea of ​​flames.