Endless Debt.

Chapter 634 Punishment
Belphegor picked up his drink, moistened his throat, and continued his wicked speech.

"Bologo, I like you. You are different from many people. When they saw the devil, they seemed to have a deep hatred. They couldn't listen to what I said. They just wanted to leave quickly or give me a knife."

Belphegor smiled at Burlogo, and now he put on Irving's face, "You are different, you will listen to me carefully and think carefully about our relationship."

"Actually, I have always felt that human beings have a lot of misunderstandings about devils..."

"You are just slaves to power," Borrog said indifferently, "a bound Wishing Machine one by one."

"That's right, you can understand it this way, no matter what kind of disaster we caused, the opportunity to start all of this, in the final analysis, is the desire of human beings."

Belphegor pursed his lips, "Look, the one who is guilty is not the devil, but human beings... We just tampered with it."

Bologo was silent. He was not good at debating, let alone arguing with the devil. You must know that these evil existences are cunning and treacherous.

"Tell me about the differences between me and my blood relatives."

Belphegor coughed twice, sat up straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the pictures on the screen flashed, and the unbearable movie link began.

The roaring explosion echoed in the theater, and Bologo felt as if a bomb had exploded in front of him. The sound was deafening, and only endless buzzing remained in his mind.

A scene of war appeared on the screen, with fireworks and shells all over the sky, corpses piled up into mountains, blood soaked in the trenches, everyone looked sluggish, like a mummy crawling out of a grave.

"Let's go, let's take a closer look at this."

Belphegor stood up while speaking, and at the same time the picture on the screen began to extend. The scorched earth crossed the boundary of the screen and actually invaded reality. Burlog had little time to think, and the blood-soaked soil It replaced the flat masonry and stood under his feet.

There was a sulfur-like pungent smell in the air, mixed with rich blood, and Bologo stood up blankly, and the deadly stray bullets passed by him, and then the soldiers raised their bayonets and roared from him. He ran beside him, and before he rushed to the enemy's position, he was shot into broken corpses by machine guns.

Belphegor breathed hard, swallowing these breaths of death into his stomach, he showed a satisfied expression, and then said to Burlogo, "I like war movies."

Burrog took a step forward and stepped on the dry ground. He was sure that it was not some kind of hallucination. Under the influence of Belphegor's power, he really stepped into his movie.

"Let's roughly understand it this way, the devil is the rancher, and humans are a flock of sheep, and the soul is the wool produced by you."

Belphegor took Bologo to a high ground, where he could overlook the overall situation of the battlefield. Accompanied by the sound of the loud bugle, a group of cavalry faced the bombardment of the artillery, broke up the opponent's defense line, brandished their sabers, chopped Soldiers turned over one after another, but there were also quite a few cavalrymen who rolled over with their horses in the rain of bullets.

"I have a few extreme blood relatives. For them, human beings are just livestock that produce souls. In order to harvest souls as quickly as possible, they have carried out many tyrannical acts in history."

Borogo muttered, "Empire of Eternal Night."

"Yes, he once talked to me about his great vision." Belphegor picked up the binoculars and looked at the battle in the distance. "He said that the territory of the empire will cover the entire continent, and the night clan will be the only ruler By.

He feels that no human being can refuse the gift of eternal life, the only thing they have to pay is to hide in the dark night, and then there will be more and more undead Night Race, they will become the cornerstone of the empire, working day and night...

Oh, yes, there are also ordinary people. He will raise a group of ordinary people, just like livestock. They reproduce continuously, and then harvest part of their souls regularly, and cycle in turn, turning the whole world into a huge, soul-harvesting giant. machine. "

Belphegor laughed, "Efficiency comes first."

"Another of my blood relatives has created another empire, and she has a plan called the Year of Trouble, she will continue to wage wars, and under the pressure of death and desperation, human beings will always beg for the gift of fate , even if this gift comes from the devil, as long as someone is willing to reach out to them, even if it is a sharp knife, they will hold it firmly.

Death, plague, famine... Suffering will make human beings sacrifice their souls, just for a moment of peace and food. "

Belphegor suppressed his smile and shook his head, "As for their results, you have also seen that the Empire of Eternal Night was destroyed by the Daybreak War, and the year of turmoil ended with the death of the Holy City.

The human beings are surprisingly good. They defeated the conspiracy of my blood relatives twice in a row, and also restrained their power to a certain extent. This gave moderates like us a chance to win. "

"You played a role in it, too," said Burlogo. "This is a dispute among devils, and you will not allow one family to dominate."

The two examples Belphegor gave were the disputes between the devils, which Nethaniel had told himself, and now Burlogo got another angle of this story from the mouth of the devil.

"Yeah, so a moderate like me will choose to cooperate with humans."

"Moderate?"

"I am different from my extreme blood relatives. If they can, they are even willing to slaughter all human beings and completely destroy human civilization. I like human creations. Although the essence of our devils is to chase souls, I, still There is another part of the blood relatives who are willing to pursue these insignificant things besides chasing the soul."

Belphegor snapped his fingers again, and majestic sculptures rose from the ground. Before Burlogo had time to appreciate them, they were destroyed by artillery fire into debris all over the sky.

"Look, if they let the harvest go, these lunatics will burn the books, destroy the movies, slit the throats of all the singers, break the hands of all the painters...everything I love, will be gone."

Burlogo didn't believe Belphegor's words. "This is where your differences lie? It's just a hobby."

"Is that so?"

Belphegor went on to say, "This is related to the authority we hold. For example, another blood relative of mine, as long as there is war and death, he will gain a steady stream of power, unlike me, who has to suffer run."

Different original sins have different authorities, and their needs are also different.

"Asmodeus is vacillating. As a witch of lust, what she needs is the strong emotions of human beings. If it goes to the extreme, I can imagine a world where she will inflict endless suffering on the world, and use herself protection as salvation."

Belphegor just fantasized about it, and couldn't help shaking his head, "Would you like that kind of world? Boluogo, everyone's body is full of nails, if there's nothing to do, just pull them off, turning the pain into pleasure, and then Become numb under the onslaught of pleasure."

Bologo has already come into contact with too many enemies of the Zong Song Orchestra. Just recalling that contradictory and distorted emotion makes Burlogo extremely disgusted.

"But my blood relative doesn't just like pain, it's just that pain is the easiest emotion to get. If possible, she also longs for that kind of noble emotion."

"But that emotion isn't easy to come by, let alone a devil," Burlogo said.

"That's why I think she's ridiculous."

Belphegor laughed loudly, "I like humans. I am the devil who loves humans the most among my brothers and sisters. Asmodeus may have loved humans, but she can't get such noble emotions."

"That sounds really contradictory."

Bologo recalled the demons and their believers he had come into contact with, "The gluttonous are always hungry, the greedy are never satisfied, the lazy are endless... the lustful are forever numb."

"Is this fate's punishment for you devils?"

"maybe."

(End of this chapter)