Endless Debt.

Chapter 635
"Which battle is this?"

Bologo looked at the vast battlefield, shells fell like a torrential rain, countless corpses rolled and poured into the trench, and then were buried by the raised dust.

A treacherous, deep and strange sound came, the sound fluctuated, like thunder echoing in the cracks of the valley.

Something was approaching, trillions of them, as numerous as a cow's hair, and Borrog saw that, amidst the billowing smoke, a dark cloud was rushing across the battlefield, like the god of death spreading the plague.

It was not a dark cloud, but a group of flies flapping their wings and making high-frequency low-pitched swarms. They crawled over the rotting corpses, laying eggs on the carrion, and countless white maggots crawled around on the corpses.

The soldiers hiding in the trenches wailed, and they waved their weapons hard, trying to disperse the flies, but they were like vultures, hovering over the soldiers' heads, waiting for the moment when the soldiers died, and there were also some anxious flies, Before the soldier died, he burrowed into his wound, causing heart-wrenching pain.

Like a heavy black snow, countless flies overlapped and covered the ground, buzzing, as if the whole land came alive, singing the lament of death.

Rotting thick water and blood pooled at the bottom of the trench, and the mixed smell made people vomit. The soldiers wanted to escape from this ghostly place, but once they stood up from the trench, they were greeted with dense bullet rain.

"Keep reading, you'll find out soon."

Belphegor took out two folding chairs from nowhere, sat down generously, and cleaned the loess under his feet, unexpectedly revealing a small refrigerator filled with iced drinks.

"To be honest, even I, who loves humans, sometimes feel afraid of humans."

Belphegor said slowly, "In the past history, no one has been able to influence our disputes, but in recent years, human beings have defeated our plots again and again, and even the Eternal Night Empire has collapsed."

"Your alchemy matrix technology is developing rapidly, and more and more defenders and glorious people are on the stage of history..."

Every breakthrough in the secret source and alchemy matrix technology will make the extraordinary technology advance by leaps and bounds. This is what Bologo deeply felt when he was fighting the elders in the wind source highland.

"You're about to lose control of the humans," said Burrog.

"For the first time in so many years, my blood relatives felt a so-called sense of crisis," Belfinger said, "and it was this sense of crisis that prompted them to become more radical."

"Think about it, Bologo, your lambs have fangs and claws, and your farm is about to be destroyed, so what should you do."

Burrog took a deep breath, "Down those restless lambs, pull out their teeth and claws, and completely destroy civilization and technology."

"So the next dispute, I don't know whether it can determine our fate, but it must be closely related to the fate of you humans."

Belphegor smiled cruelly at Borrog, the remains of the drink in the corner of his mouth like blood stained red.

"Do you still have any energy left? The two consecutive failures have consumed most of your strength, otherwise you, and Asmodeus, would not be so restless."

Bologo could sense the division of power among the devils, "Before this, neither you nor Asmodeus could win against other devils, right?"

"Hmm... Maybe my blood relatives have no energy left, but the more they are like this, the more dangerous they are, aren't they?"

Belphinger continued, "If you don't completely crush mankind in this dispute, then give mankind a period of time to develop, who knows what you will achieve in the exploration of the secret source and the technology of the alchemy matrix. achievement."

Boluoge was speechless. This was an obvious fact. Human beings continued to develop. Even if the devil could control people's hearts and grant gifts, it would be difficult to restore the former glory under the established extraordinary troops.

"We are like a pack of wolves driven to a dead end. Instead of retreating and falling off the cliff, we will go crazy and bite our enemies."

"In this case, are you still going to be a moderate?"

Burrog noticed the contradiction in Belphegor's words, and he really couldn't fully trust this devil. No matter what his position was, he couldn't change his essence as a devil.

Belphegor didn't explain, but just laughed to himself, the laughter was hoarse and piercing, as if implying that another conspiracy of Burlogo was still secretly fermenting.

"You don't love humans, Belphegor, just like Asmodeus, you talk about moderates, you love human artistic creations and emotions... After all, you don't really love humans."

Bologo didn't ask too much, he didn't think he could get the answer by asking, the devil's cunning was far beyond his thinking.

These weird beings never lie, but they never tell the whole truth either.

"Your love for humans is like the love humans have for lambs. You have never been equal to us. The so-called love is simply that the lamb looks cuter and can be hugged. If the lamb touches Your interests, you will kill it without hesitation."

Bologo calmly analyzed, "The so-called moderates you stand with human beings are only because it will maximize your interests.

You are afraid of the development of human beings, but you need the power of human beings to prevent you from losing completely in this great game and dispute. "

Belphegor smiled without saying a word, then raised his hand and pointed to the far side of the battlefield.

"I thought you would remember this battlefield, but think about it. You are just an ordinary soldier. What you see is only a narrow corner. How can you overlook the whole situation?"

Following Belphinger's words, the thick smoke and dust that obscured the view were driven away by the hurricane, and the majestic city towering above the ground was revealed out of thin air like a sculpture stripped of floating sand.

The high walls rising from the ground bear endless artillery fire, and countless dense spiers are built together. The melodious chants sounded from the isolated city, easily overshadowing the roar of death.

Burrog looked straight at the city, and it was only then that he realized what a battle he was in, a battle he would never forget, a battle that changed his fate.

The Fall of the Holy City.

"You...you were there at the time and recorded all of this."

Borrog thought he would never find the truth of the past again, but now he was surprised to find that Belphegor actually recorded all this and was personally on the scene.

"I smell desire, you want to keep watching, don't you?"

Belphegor let out a triumphant laugh, twisted and hoarse, and then he shook his head again, "Then what's the price? Burrog, everything has a price."

Bologo stared at the city, the fireworks and steel knocked on the high wall, making it cracked and crumbling, but whenever the soldiers thought they could capture the city, the high wall still stood upright, like It is the same as insurmountable.

The high wall is indeed insurmountable. Bologo has seen it in the abandoned land. Even though it is covered with ashes and suppresses the evils of this world, those mottled high walls stand as always, rejecting everyone.

It was not an easy task for Burrog to suppress his thirst for knowledge and control his desire, but Burrog did it, and he refused, "No, I won't trade anything with you."

"Yes, you are like this, and so is Irving. The more you reject the devil, the more we desire to conquer your soul."

Belphegor said confidently, "Bologo, you have already stepped into the quagmire, and you will only sink deeper and deeper."

An evil smile bloomed on Belphegor's face, and he whispered in Burrog's ear, "Since you are so curious about what happened in the past, why don't you go explore it yourself? Obviously, the beautiful ruins are not the same as yours. So close."

Bologo had a stern face. He heard the words of the devil and planted the seeds of evil in his heart. From this moment on, Bologo understood that the curiosity to explore the ruins would continue to take root in his heart, and when he went to This must have helped Belphegor in some way when exploring the ruins.

The devil is always like this, if you refuse to deal, they will lead you with true lies.

"Don't be so cold, just smile, the next firework show is rare."

Belphegor took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face. Immediately afterwards, endless rays of light shot up from the sacred city. The rays of light, like towers built continuously, pierced the sky in an instant. Burnt to a bright orange-red, the red-dyed clouds collapsed, showering sulfur and fire on the earth.

The heat wave that burned everything swept across the earth, evaporating the accumulated sewage and blood. The soldiers were hit by the instantaneous high temperature, their clothes turned to ashes, their flesh and blood boiled, and the corpses turned into pillars of salt before they fell down.

Bologo looked directly at the light, the burning pain almost blinded his eyes, but he still stared at the strong light stubbornly, in the burning heat, he noticed the madness emanating from the core of the light Unexpectedly, he also vaguely saw several towering black figures. Under the shining light, their figures were infinitely elongated, making them hideous and terrifying.

(End of this chapter)