Endless Debt.

Chapter 650 A Boring Life

Like the eternal battlefield of gods and demons in mythology, the artillery fire was fired non-stop. The shells hit the ground and splashed countless fragments, cutting everything along the way. The rotten corpses were piled up in the trenches. Like a distorted evil force, it gradually lost its human form, like a walking corpse that lost its soul, roaring and waving a bayonet.

A gust of wind blows, kicking up the yellow sand all over the sky. After the yellow sand, the depressing humming echoes on the battlefield. The black flies fly by like vultures. They burrow into the corpse, leaving behind countless wriggling white maggots .

Seen from a high altitude, on the scorched earth, the soldiers looked like countless ants. They waved their deformed limbs and charged towards the only enemy. Fragments, like meat on an assembly line, are cut into fine meat paste by a meat grinder.

The soldiers were not frightened by the broken limbs. On the contrary, they stepped on the fallen corpses and continued to move forward. With meaningless roars and sacrifices, one soldier finally approached the real enemy.

The bayonet was shining brightly, and the soldier stabbed at the enemy with all his strength, but this blow, which cost countless talents to achieve, only scratched the man's skin slightly, and then the soldier was split in the head by the pitch-black blade.

Repeat this cycle of sacrifice and death.

The moment before he completely died, the soldier glared at the enemy. He had no mind, and he was not even sure whether he was human. Under the appearance of evil power, they all became more and more distorted, just like the monsters in the story.

Under the blank body, the soldiers only played the role of executioners in this long torture, but if they had a mind, the soldiers would definitely fall into a deeper despair than the executioners.

Yes, I don't know when, the roles were reversed, and the soldiers became the executioners instead, and together with the crazy monster, they were trapped in this almost eternal space.

They couldn't kill the monster, and the monster came back to torment them for eternity.

"It's a trial."

A devout, prayer-like voice resounded among the soldiers, and the black blade rolled up a heavy storm. The sharp blade split countless bodies, and a lot of blood was thrown into the air, and turned into continuous blood The rain continued to fall.

The blood soaked the ground, and the ground seemed to have been soaked in blood countless times. The scorched yellow soil had already turned scarlet. Looking around, the entire battlefield turned into a scarlet land.

On the piled up mountain of corpses, a crumbling figure appeared. The clothes on his body were tattered, barely covering his body. The exposed skin was covered with scars, some of which had healed, and some were still dripping. Bleeding, and a lot of accumulated blood coagulated, turning into pieces of blood scabs coagulated on the body.

Leaning on his sword, he looked at the soldiers who were charging at him again. It was already difficult to judge whether these guys were soldiers. Under the familiar military uniform, there were only twisted bodies. He didn't think too much, just greeted him with a blank face All of this, just like the usual work, cut down all the enemies who approached to the ground.

Soldiers fired at him from time to time, but there were not many such soldiers. Just like those soldiers who used artillery or drove tanks, manipulating such tools was not an easy task for them who were alienated into monsters. thing.

Sometimes he will be thankful for this, which will make him face a lot less pressure.

Warm blood spilled on his cheeks, he licked his chapped lips, and took the warm liquid into his mouth. During the long torture, this was the only thing he could use to quench his thirst.

"Bologo...Bologo Lazarus."

He said his name to make sure he wouldn't get lost in the carnage, and his weary eyes lit up again as Bologl slashed, decapitating a soldier, laying his body Carry it on your body and run with all your might.

His thin body seemed to contain endless power, and Bologo easily knocked away the crowd charging at him. Bullets landed on the corpses he was carrying, and Bologo jumped over another pile of corpses. Behind the trench of the corpse, he threw off the corpse on his body and ran through the soldier holding the gun.

More soldiers came up, the bayonets were completely connected with their flesh and blood, they whimpered, and Bologo killed them all like the previous hundred or thousand times, leaving a place Heaped corpses.

The corpses were piled high, like a huge throne, and Bologo sat on the pile of corpses. At this moment, except for the endless buzzing of flies, the battlefield was extremely silent.

This is a rare peaceful time for Bologo in this long torture. The scorching sun shone on his body, and he felt faint pain all over his body. From Bologo stepping into this hell, the sun has no After falling, it is like the eyes of a god, examining itself mercilessly.

Burrog also tried to find a shady place, but most of the trenches where he could hide were already filled with corpses or crawling with maggots. Even in such a state of embarrassment, Burrog still hoped that he could be a little more decent , lest those maggots climb up the body.

He hasn't eaten, drank or slept for a long time. In this hell, Bologo's physiological limit is infinitely stretched. Even if he reaches the peak, he just feels endless pain, not really dead.

It seems that the only way to escape here is to let these monsters devour themselves.

Burrog refused to admit defeat. In order to relieve the pain, he sometimes cut off the flesh and blood of these monsters in the appearance of soldiers, and then roasted them in the burning fireworks. The taste was not good, it tasted like chewing a dry Bark, he would sometimes close his eyes and meditate, but this time would not last long, and would be interrupted by soldiers attacking.

This is Asmodeus' curse.

In order to avoid getting lost in the long fight, for a moment of contemplation, Bologo would repeatedly recall what he had experienced before entering this hell, and he warned himself that it was nothing.

I still have that firm will, instead of sinking in the killing.

The time for contemplation soon came to an end, and Bologo only rested for less than half an hour. Although there is nothing that can be used to judge the time in this hell, but in the days in the dark prison, Bologo has already tempered The ability to judge time, this is not a problem for him.

Burrogo clearly remembered every minute and every second he spent here, and treated every minute and every second of torture with sobriety and reason.

The loud bugle sounded again, and it sounded almost 4 times. Soon after, hideous and weird soldiers emerged from the bloody ground. They noticed Borrog sitting on the skull throne, and roared at him. He launched another charge.

How many times?

Bologo thought about it. He remembered that the number of charges was the same as the number of times the bugle sounded. This should be the 4th charge, but Bologo couldn't recall the detailed numbers.

Forget it, at least Burlogo remembered the approximate time.

Bologo raised his grudge and swooped down towards the crowd. He stepped on the dry and cracked scarlet land. Under the shattered soil, a decayed skull emerged, and under the skull were more skulls. They were stacked one after another, forming mountains on the flat land.

These are all the enemies that Bologo killed. They fell together, and the raised yellow sand submerged them. If he didn't deliberately recall, sometimes Bologo would forget that this is a hillside where corpses are piled up .

The roaring crowd was easily dispersed by Bologo. The soldiers with guns were always the first to be dealt with by Bologo. Soon, Bologo killed the team, and his figure flashed among the soldiers. , The soldiers couldn't aim at Burrog at all, and when Burrog was completely exposed to him, his arm was cut off together with the gun before the trigger was pulled.

If the soldiers had any sense, they might imagine that Bolog was an undead monster. They even said that they would think that Bolog was invincible. Under the conspiracy of the devil, they were imprisoned together with this monster. In an eternal prison.

This is the devil's punishment for the soldiers, and Bologo is the punishment sent from heaven.

Thinking of this, Bologo's mood improved a lot. This kind of fantasy was his rare comfort since the beginning of the torture.

By the way, what was I thinking just now?
Between the broken limbs and blood, Bologo tried to recall that the long killing still had some impact on him, for example, Bologo became a little less focused and a little forgetful.

Before Burlogo could continue his thoughts, the roar of engines approached, and a rusty tank rushed off the slope, the barrel hanging down to Burlogo.

There was a roaring explosion, and the impact knocked Bologo to the ground. The broken body, warm internal organs, and heavy loess covered him. Bologo felt dizzy and felt obvious pain all over his body. There appeared to be shrapnel cut into the body, but it wasn't enough to kill Burrog.

During this long torment, Bologo suffered countless injuries. Sometimes he thought he was dead, but it seemed that as long as the injuries were not fatal, he could always recover, as always.

Bologo coughed hard, spitting out the loess in his mouth, he felt something was crawling on his body, it should be those white maggots.

Not far away is a pothole smashed out by shells, and there are countless corpses in the pit. This land is also piled up by corpses, and Bologo almost forgot about it.

The gun barrel was aimed at Bologo again, and at this time Bologo had already got up and ran wildly, the roaring cannon sounded, and Bologo easily escaped the shelling, and the shells fell behind him, setting off countless broken corpses again.

Burrogo leaned forward and sprinted, biting the tank's track with a slash. Burrog liked this blade, it was as sharp as ever, and no matter how many enemies Burrog killed with it, it would never die. There will be no gaps, no bluntness, and it has served Bologo a great deal in this hell.

A series of slashes not only broke the track, but also shattered the wheels. The tank was paralyzed in place, and Bologo quickly jumped onto the roof, and cut off the barrel with another sword.

Previously, Burlogo would roughly tear off the armor, rush into the vehicle and kill all the crew members. Later, he found that he only needed to paralyze the tank, and there was no need to waste his energy doing those unnecessary things.

Burrog stood on the stopped tank, and the densely packed, ant-like soldiers rushed towards him. At this moment, Burrog suddenly remembered the question he had thought about before.

How long have you spent in this hell?

Burlog asked himself and answered, "Probably... ten years?"

ten years.

For ordinary people, this is a desperate time scale, but for Bologo, this is just a slightly harsh trial. As early as in the endless dark prison, Burlog was used to it all.

Bologo didn't even feel despair and pain, he just felt very boring and boring in this long fight.

A boring life.

Yes, that's how Burlogo described the ordeal that lasted ten years.

Soldier No.1 climbed onto the tank, and before he could attack, Grief Bite cut off his head, followed by the second, third... countless.

There is no more boring life than this.

At least during his days in the dungeon, Bologo had time to think, to ponder some philosophical questions, but here, he was just killing time.

Some people would describe Burrog as a killing machine, but Burrog felt more like a factory assembly line worker. His job was to kill all these enemies. No matter how thrilling the battle lasted for ten years, it would become Just an efficient job.

It's like killing fish on an assembly line.

Borrog has long been proficient at this. Even if he only listens to the roar of the enemy, he can swing the blade with precision and cut the sound from far to near.

Sometimes Borrog gets downcast in the ordeal, he misses Palmer's bad jokes, he misses going to the movies with him, and he misses Amy, the girl who always asks stupid questions, Bo Logo missed those stupid questions, and if he could, Burrog would give her a hug when he saw her again.

Burlog was eager to taste food again, preferably another glass of ice-cold orange juice, and sleep if he could.

Thinking like this, many corpses piled up on the edge of the tank, one circle after another, like hills rising from the ground.

There are many such small hills in the battlefield. When they pile up to a certain height, they are dumped, and the accumulated corpses pave the ground, and then the loess is submerged. With the efforts of Bologo, in the past ten years, this eternal battlefield The horizontal height should be raised by at least several meters.

There should be no more enemies, and Burlog sat down on the roof of the car, waiting for the next bugle sound.

Bolog is a stubborn and stubborn person, he will not admit defeat... Even Irving did not admit defeat, so sometimes during the break, Bolog is not always closed his eyes and meditating, he will raise his head, facing That scorching sun said.

"I won't admit defeat."

Bologo's voice seemed a little dry, and he had rarely spoken in the past ten years, as if he had lost his ability to speak.

"I rarely win," he added, "but I always win."

The sun dimmed for the first time in ten years, and then the whole sky went dark, and the shadows swallowed the earth and drowned Borrog.

Bologo didn't panic because of this, he waited quietly, there was a sound of glass breaking in the darkness, like something was collapsing, and then a gleam of light rose at the end of the darkness.

For the first time in ten years, Burlogo smiled.

"I've come to save you," Borrog muttered, "I've come to save you."

Burrog brought up the grudge and walked towards the light. This ten-year long fight is over, and now Burrog is going to another fight.

(End of this chapter)