Endless Debt.

Chapter 69 Negotiation Means

A contract item, a weapon with both power and price.

The moment he put on the mask, Bologo felt the power in it, the fear that was constantly overflowing and rising like mist, like some kind of "Ethereal School" secret energy, continuously affecting all Watching the man of Borrog.

Horror and fear took root in the depths of their hearts, and continued to grow crazily until their bodies burst and blood dripped.

The so-called price also goes hand in hand with power. The moment he put on the mask, a strange hallucination flashed in front of Bologo's eyes. Countless, evil faces were watching him, and there were bursts of obscure and weird whispers. Whispering in the ear.

Facing all this, Bologo remained expressionless. For an undead person, the influence of fear and evil on him had already been greatly reduced, not to mention that Bologo still had that terrible black prison. experience.

He has personally experienced madness and madness. When you face hell directly, the so-called hallucinations are just illusions.

But... is that really the case?

In order to test the limits of the contracted object, Bologo drove the ethers, pouring them into the mask continuously, and the hazy and illusory mist gradually spread.

At first, it just covered Bologo's face, twisting him into an evil and abominable appearance, but soon this mist gradually enveloped his whole body.

"Bologo... just stop! Bologo!"

Jeffrey watched all this, and as the fog covered, Burrog's form became more and more ferocious, turning into an abominable posture, wearing old rags, a torso entwined with wire, and that evil smile With the sound of dripping blood...

Because Bader was wearing protective clothing, his expression was covered up, but since then, he has been silent.

Palmer's face was pale, and under the influence of the terrifying face, he instinctively wanted to make a move to solve this dangerous target.

The raised hand trembled slightly, and the secret energy was in the stage of being released at any time.

People around him were all affected by this, and Bologo, who was directly backlashed by the contract object, was even more uncomfortable. Countless pictures flew before his eyes, just like the pain he felt during the implantation ceremony.

The whispers and screams disappeared. Under the eerie and oppressive silence, Bologo saw a piece of desolate scorched earth. The scorched earth overlapped with the combat room.

At this moment, Bologo's breathing was finally disordered, and he became short-tempered.

Gunpowder smoke covered the sky and sun, and on the burning scorched earth, countless soldiers fell down, blood flowed into rivers, and endless wailing sounds gathered together, turning into a mournful sad song.

The cyan pupils trembled. This was the past that Bologo thought he had forgotten, but now it was dragged out from the depths of memory by the "Soul of Horror" and exposed to the sun.

Are you really fearless?Borogo Lazarus.

It seems that there is a voice questioning himself like this.

Bologo didn't respond, he was speechless, swallowing saliva in his throat, but besides the saliva, there was something stinky, like hot blood, mixed with minced meat and bone residue, and The more precious thing called the soul, they are swallowed together, swallowed into the belly.

It was obviously an illusory feeling, but as if all this had really happened, the gastric juices rolled, and there was a whimpering sound in his throat.

that's too bad...

Burrog has always hated his memory of being in the army, especially this memory. He thought he had forgotten it. Who would have thought that it was just buried, buried so deep that when he saw it again, Burrog There is only panic and strangeness in my heart.

Burrog sighed, and missed.

That desolate scorched earth... It's been a long time since I saw you...

It was on these countless dead bodies and scorched earth that he made a blood contract with the devil and owed a heavy debt.

That was the nightmare that Burlogo could not escape all his life.

"what happened?"

Another voice sounded, breaking the pervasive madness.

The opponent was very decisive, without any hesitation, and the will of nothingness dominated the surrounding ethers in an instant. Under his command, the restless ethers all stagnated, and everything fell silent, forcibly interrupting the effect of the terrifying appearance.

The ether is silent.

Yas raised his hand, with hot lines shining on his arm, and strode towards here.

The surrounding ethers all fell into silence, as if a big hand was strangling the throat, bringing a sense of oppressive suffocation, and thanks to this moment of suffocation, Burrog broke free from the chaotic hallucinations, and pulled off the mask .

In this way, the hazy feeling of evil has been completely ended.

It was not only Bologo who was relieved, but also the three people around him. Everyone looked exhausted, gasping for breath, sweat running down their cheeks.

"It's really time, Yas," Jeffrey admired, looked at Yas who was furious, and then looked at Burlogo, who was also pale, "If you don't make a move, I will use it Some violence made Burlogo stop."

Hearing Jeffrey say this, other people noticed that at some point, Jeffrey had already put his hand on the gun bag, like a gunner ready to go, ready to shoot the enemy into a sieve at any time.

"God... crazy!"

Palmer slowed down and cursed loudly. The power of the horror face is not enough to defeat these decondensers, but whoever is suddenly dragged into the hallucination of fear will feel a wave of panic.

"what happened?"

Yas came over, and as several people came out of the hallucination, the light hovering on Yas's arms also faded. He looked at Bologo warily, as if he was ready to suppress him at any time.

This is not a joke. Yas, who is good at "Ether Silence" and "Ether Forbidden", usually does the job of suppressing and incapacitating the enemy.

"It's nothing, I'm just testing a contracted item, and Bologo is obviously a little too confident and almost lost control." Bader said slowly at this time, his voice trembling slightly, and it seemed that he had been affected a lot.

Such a short distance, an explosion without warning, it is difficult for anyone to react.

"You sublimation furnace core, what are you doing with this thing?"

Yas asked coldly, in addition to suppressing and incapacitating the enemy, another job Yas often does is to cooperate with the Security Containment Department to contain those dangerous contract objects.

"It's the Minister's idea. She wants to give this thing to Burlogo."

After Badr finished speaking, he asked Burrog again.

"What do you think of this gift?"

Bologo sat on a raised column with his head bowed, holding the mask in his hand. At first he retched a few times and spit all over the floor, but now he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking about. what.

"Bologo, why did you suddenly want to do this?" Jeffrey asked at this time, "Although you are a little crazy, I know that you are still rational, and you should do this more than just a momentary interest, right? "

"This guy is definitely on a whim!" Palmer screamed from the side, "I saw those smelly old men in my family, talking endlessly around me, and a few standing at the other end of the river, waving to me , Call me over! This is too scary!"

Everyone blocked Palmer's words by default. Only Burlog raised his pale face and responded to his partner with a smile.

"In other words, the deepest fear in your heart is actually those old men in your family?"

Burlogo was really amused by Palmer's reaction, and his words did not bring the previous respect.

After coughing twice, Bologo concentrated his attention and finally eased from the bad feeling, he said to Geoffrey.

"I'm just curious, what is the thing that scares me the most in my heart."

"Did you see it?"

"Well, I see, it's really bad."

Burrogo was quite different from his previous activeness, with a solemn expression and a little sadness.

"Are you interested in talking about it? I'm still quite curious, what is it that can scare a guy like you?" Jeffrey didn't reprimand Borrog's recklessness, but cared.

"It's nothing, it's just the memory of my time in the army. On the crazy battlefield, people are dying every moment. The artillery fire washes the earth, and the blood seeps into the soil."

Burrog's voice paused, then continued.

"It feels like the earth is alive, warm, and bloody...

Although I can't remember exactly what the deal between me and the devil was, I can probably think of what I made the deal with in the first place. "

Burrog raised his head and sighed slightly melancholy.

"It was a hellish battlefield, and I wanted to live, so it gave me immortality."

The feeling of swallowing appeared in the throat again, not only swallowing flesh and blood, but also the feeling of swallowing the soul, followed by a burst of nausea, Bologo repelled, arched his body and wanted to vomit, but Can't spit out anything.

"Ah... a terrible memory."

Burrog smiled sadly, then looked at Baldr, and raised the mask with one hand.

"As for this gift... I like it very much."

Fear, direct fear, irresistible fear.

Roughly drag out the most vulnerable thing in your heart, expose it to the sun, scarred and naked.

Burrog put on the mask again, but this time the fear was restrained. It turned Burrog into an evil spirit again, and looked at others with blue eyes.

"When I was in the army, my officer once said this to me. He said...war is actually a diplomatic means."

Burrog stood up, a mist of fear swirling over him, pricking everyone's skin like sharp needles, but the pain was light enough not to make them howl in terror.

"So... I guess the same goes for fear."

Burrog could feel the fear of others, like some kind of sweet breath, lingering on the tip of his nose.

"Fear is also a means."

A grin appeared on the face under the mask.

"A means of negotiating between people."

(End of this chapter)