Endless Debt.

Chapter 658
"Is this the purpose of Red Dog's trip?"

Lebius flipped through the documents from the decision-making room. At this moment, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was anger hidden in his eyes.

There were only Levius and Jeffrey in the office. As Levius' old friend, Jeffrey could clearly feel Levius' anger at this moment. He hadn't seen Levius so angry for a long time. It was as if a flame was about to burst out of his body.

Lebius asked, "Does anyone else know about this?"

"I don't know for the time being," Jeffrey shook his head. "The decision-making room is not planning to announce this news yet. They are preparing to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword, but the negotiations are expected to last for several months."

"Negotiation?" Lebius' voice rose, and he rarely lost his composure. "What does the decision-making room think?"

"I don't know. I was shocked when I heard the news," Jeffrey added. "I even thought that the king's secret sword wanted to start a war against us, and it was just a random excuse."

"The truth is, they're not kidding, these bastards are serious, they've even drawn up a contract."

Lebius took a deep breath and forced his agitated heart to calm down. Soon he dealt with his emotions and returned to his usual calm appearance.

Seeing him like this, Geoffrey also heaved a sigh of relief. Don't look at Lebius's rational and calm appearance now. When he was young, he was a violent young man. It was this long experience that made Lebius learn to be cautious. and restrained.

"What happened to Burlogo and the others?"

Levius tried to change the subject to ease his mood, "I haven't seen them for a while since the reality shattering incident."

After the reality shattering event ended, the Zongge Orchestra suddenly disappeared, and even the Happy Garden disappeared from the observation of the Bureau of Order. Other hostile organizations also became honest in a rare way. For this reason, the Bureau of Order ushered in a rare day of peace.

It was as if order had truly descended upon the world... no, order was short-lived, and greater chaos lurked in the shadows.

During this period of time, the work of Bologo and others was daily patrolling. Because of Bologo's outstanding performance, Lebius had already trusted Bologo, and some mission reports were all completed by Bologo himself. It relieved Lebius a lot of workload, and saved Burlogo from running to the Order Bureau every day.

"It's still the same, abide by your duties," Jeffrey said with a smile, "Now the law and order in the Great Rift is much better than before."

"I never felt that force alone could fundamentally change the order of a region," Lebius said.

"I think so too, but Burlogo didn't think so much," Jeffrey said, "Just let everyone be afraid of him and be in awe. Simple and straightforward truth. By the way, there are more and more people now. Many people call him the evil spirit and regard him as an urban legend."

Hearing this, Lebius couldn't help but smile too. They were once a member of urban legends.

"Then I'll leave first. The other team leaders are also discussing these things. Everyone has a strong desire to fight. I have to find a way to appease these people."

Jeffrey said and got up to leave, but before he walked out of the room completely, he turned his head and said to Lebius.

"Calm down, Levius, don't let the red dog bother you."

Levius lowered his eyes and said nothing. Seeing this, Jeffrey couldn't say anything. He knew the hatred between Levius and Red Dog, and he didn't think his few words could persuade him. Live Rebius, but he can't do nothing.

Standing in the empty corridor, Jeffrey couldn't help sighing. Facing Levius' anger, he was actually somewhat envious of Levius. To this day, Levius still maintains his hatred for the past. , and Jeffrey seemed relieved, even if he was angry, he would not be as furious as Lebius.

Thinking of this, Jeffrey began to blame himself. He wondered if he was a weak person, and even the pure and passionate emotion of hatred was difficult to maintain.

Rebius was silent for a long time in the office. He felt a little headache. He could vaguely hear Belphegor's crazily whispers. The power of the devil smelled the strong desire of Rebius, almost burning his flesh and blood.

In the end Lebius stopped hesitating and made the decision he had been struggling with for a long time.

He picked up the receiver and made a call. After a few beeps, a familiar voice sounded.

"So it looks like you've made up your mind?"

A woman's voice sounded from the microphone, and the background was hustle and bustle. The woman seemed to be connected to the phone in the workshop. Lebius could imagine the sparks gradually rising from the sharp ringing.

"I'm sure, I'm ready."

"Well... don't bother me, let me make sure again," the woman said, "Have you really decided to take that step? I have read your files... including the materials during the Secret War. Your condition is very bad. wonderful."

Lebius said, "I'm sure, Bailey, stop talking nonsense, do you think I'm the hesitant type?"

"Is not it?"

Bai Li's slightly smiling words made Rebius speechless. If he really didn't hesitate, he would have taken that step decisively many years ago.

"Okay, I see, the file is being sent, you need a period of time to adjust the state of your body and soul, and then the ceremony will proceed."

Bailey hung up the phone, and at the same time there was a rumbling sound from the capsule pipe above Lebius' head, followed by a transport capsule ejected from behind the air valve.

Take out the document inside, it is an application form to be signed by Lebius.

Lebius read the words on it.

"Lebius Lovisa's application for promotion to baseman..."

……

When the whole world was in turmoil, the Great Rift became a rare pure land. Under the heavy smog, this gray and dilapidated hidden world still operated according to its original rules.

The demon hides in the corner, looking at the living people with fiery eyes, yearning for their souls, but the demons are already very good at restraining themselves, if it is not hungry to an unbearable level, no one will choose to shoot, they all I am in awe of the monster named Evil Spirit, as if he is everywhere, staring at my back all the time.

In the narrow corridor built along the cliff, a demon hides in the crevice of the cliff, like a predator, waiting for passers-by who come out of the fog.

This demon has been starving for many days, and his phagocytosis is constantly tormenting him. It seems that countless maggots have grown from the depths of his internal organs, gnawing at his flesh and blood, and sucking his blood dry. He can even hear The slight sound coming from his body was that maggots were gnawing at his bones.

He was so hungry that even if he knew the existence of the evil spirit, he decided to risk himself. Compared with being killed by the evil spirit, he could not endure the endless torture.

There was a rustling sound in the rusty corridor, followed by the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the mist, someone approached, the demon held his breath, his eyes could not stop the excitement.

The voice got closer and closer to him, and he silently raised the filthy dagger, and soon two shadows appeared in the mist, one tall and the other low, and then their appearance appeared in front of the demon's eyes.

The leader is a guy with a strange shape, he is covered with a layer of robes, which almost completely covers his body, like a ghost walking out of the fog, and the other is a knight in iron armor. It is rare to see, let alone someone still wearing it, walking in the Great Rift.

The demon instinctively sensed the ominousness on the two of them. Just as he was hesitating whether to launch an attack, he suddenly found that the guy in the robe had disappeared.

There was a faint sound of wind in his ears, and a smell of rust rose from the demon's throat.

The robe fluttered with the wind, and an exquisite silver-white mask appeared in the darkness, like a ghost killed from the night, and this was the last image in the eyes of the devil.

The Shadow King withdrew his hand and dragged the demon out of the gap. The corpse with its chest pierced fell on the corridor, and blood dripped into the endless sea of ​​fog below.

Dots of faint blue starlight emerged from the demon's corpse, and they permeated into the Shadow King's body one by one, bringing a sense of soul satisfaction. The third seat remained as before, guarding behind the Shadow King, for the Shadow King to kill the demon He has long been used to the short stop.

"Did the red dog arrive at the Bureau of Order?" The Shadow King asked, "What do you think he came here for?"

"The corpse of Overlord Xilin."

The third seat said, "Other than that, I can't think of any need for the king's secret sword to trade with the Bureau of Order."

After listening, hoarse laughter sounded from under the mask, as if laughing at all of this, the Shadow King did not continue this topic, but stretched out his hand, trying to catch those faint blue light spots that merged into his body one by one.

"It's so beautiful," said the Shadow King, "you can't see these, can you?"

The third seat nodded, "Unfortunately, I can't witness this strange power with my own eyes."

The Shadow King shook his head and explained, "It's not strange, it's just the protection of the devil."

"Intensive Care?"

The third seat was puzzled, this was the first time that the shadow king had explained to him the strange power he possessed, but if it was said to be the power from the devil, the third seat had never seen such protection.

"It's normal that you haven't seen it. That devil is very good at hiding his whereabouts. He only likes to plot plans in the shadows instead of standing in the sun. For this reason, few people can get his protection. Guardians don't take the initiative to expose, and few people can find out about it."

The Shadow King devoured all the crumbs of his soul and filled his broken and empty heart with them. The brief satisfaction made him break free from the pain of emptiness for a moment.

After eating, the Shadow King and the third seat continued to move forward. One demon was not enough to satisfy the void in the Shadow King's heart. He needed more souls. After killing many demons, the sense of satisfaction was maintained.

But this kind of satisfaction didn't make the Shadow King happy, he whispered his own curse.

"The more you desire something, the less you can get it."

The Shadow King hates and longs for it, but he has no right to refuse. He needs this protection to continue his life, this evil protection from the devil.

Protecting and sucking the soul.

(End of this chapter)