Endless Debt.

Chapter 733
Church can no longer remember how he left the big rift, let alone what he is doing now. His consciousness is close to nothing, and all his actions now are more like the control of his will than the manipulation of his will. Instinct from subconscious action.

The Walking Dead.

In order to destroy the sealed gas tank as much as possible and prevent the disaster, Church came into close contact with the Plague of Decay, which severely consumed his own ether and invaded his flesh and blood. After that, he was attacked by Morrison again, and the deadly wings There was a howling wind, and with the attack of the plague of decay, Church almost died in the deadly corridor.

Now Church's blood seems to be draining dry, and the rotten and blackened wound blood scabs have coagulated together, turning into horrible scars, his eyes are lifeless, and countless broken thoughts are wandering in his mind So, still can't get together.

In a trance, Church thought of his mother again, which felt strange, like a dream.

Who mentioned it to me... Oh, that stranger who claimed to be his father.

He said that his mother was an excellent narrow walker, and she always perfectly grasped the depth of stealth to ensure that she would not get lost in the narrow world.

But in one operation, she fell into an irresistible danger. In order to complete the task, she carried out a complete stripping.

For the walkers in the narrow space, every extra second of complete separation will increase the risk of losing themselves, and that time, she completely separated for too long.

So long that she was completely lost in it...

Church can imagine how his mother died. She was completely sunk in the narrow world, completely forgetting who she is, her self-awareness annihilated and dissipated, and her body collapsed in a certain corner. Under the distortion of cognition, people will Her body as a rock?Or the carcass of an animal?

Nobody knows.

The only thing that can be known is that the observation of the outside world can no longer see her at all, and she just lay there quietly until her body rotted and returned to dust.

Church didn't want to be like this, he still had things to do, something stubborn, something etched into his instincts.

Walking mechanically on the streets of Opals, Church, relying on his last sober will, escaped from the complete stripping and returned to the first stage of stealth.

His sense of presence decreased rapidly, and pedestrians passed him by without noticing this embarrassed guy at all. Only a small number of people stopped for a short while, wondering why there was a smell of blood in the air.

In order to perfectly hide his own information and avoid the enemy's sight, Church's clothes are an alchemy weapon that can change his clothing and body shape. With the "faceless man" mask that fits closely to his face, even if Church does not use the secret Can, and can change into another person at any time.

One moment Church was a bloated businessman, the next he was a thin scholar.

But now, these alchemy armed forces have been traumatized, and the plague of decay is not only corroding the ether, but also corroding these alchemy armed forces. Church's clothes have become tattered, and as he advances, his own dress and shape also change. A glitch-like change was started.

The same is true for Church’s face. The facial muscles twitched slightly, as if he was suffering from some kind of disease. This is the external manifestation of the faceless man. In fact, the mask has been damaged in many places, and the epidemic of decay looks terrible. Like a poisonous insect, it gnaws at itself.

His breathing became deep and rapid, and the garbage and useless memories in Church's mind were almost completely stripped and swallowed. Although he escaped from the completely stripped state in time, his memory was still fragmented and hazy.

But at least one thing, Church still vaguely remembers.

"We need something to confirm our own existence... We are like kites, high in the sky where the wind is howling, and that thing is the thread that pulls us back to the ground, the anchor that stabilizes the ship."

The man's words rang in his ears again.

For a long time, Church didn't know what he should use to anchor his will. After all, everyone was just a stranger to him. In this world, he seemed to have only his own responsibility.

until one day.

The hazy consciousness gradually woke up.

When Church came to his senses, he had arrived at a place familiar to his memory, and bursts of fragrance came from the room, soothing Church's pain.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the heavens, the chaotic alchemy weapon ran smoothly for a short while, Church's clothes became a common staff uniform, and his face changed into the familiar Church.

"Good morning, Afia."

Church greeted the other party, his voice was normal, and the physical pain was perfectly suppressed by him.

"Church?"

Afia saw that familiar figure in the sun, and she seemed a little excited, "I knew you would come!"

Church is a strange guest, but it is such a strange guest that gives Afia a feeling that he has never had before.

The feeling of being needed.

The next thing was repeated too many times, and both of them were used to it. Afia picked up the bouquet prepared for Church and handed it to Church.

Church politely took the bouquet and hugged it in front of him. According to the past, it was time to say goodbye after a few more chats, but this time neither of them moved.

Under the sun, Afia stared at Church's eyes, she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, she felt that she had seen such a pair of eyes somewhere before.

It was time to say goodbye, and Afia suddenly had a strange feeling, as if Church would really leave after this time and would never come again.

Afia felt flustered for a while, she was a little at a loss, and finally brought up the topic clumsily, hoping to postpone the time of farewell.

Just like friends who came to a fork in the road, they kept chatting about some boring things with each other, trying to defeat the doomed separation.

Afia asked, "How is the alum root growing?"

"It's not bad," Church said, "I'm reading a book, a book about how to grow green plants... It should be a while before it blooms."

Church's words were intermittent, as if one piece after another was put together at will. The influence of the secret energy on him is still continuing, and the physical injury is also stimulating his nerves. To be able to maintain normal communication ability, for Church It's not easy.

"Is that so..."

Afia continued, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. After all, books are rigid, and I can teach you by myself."

Church hesitated for a moment, and he said, "There is a chance."

"what happened?"

Facing Afia's question, Church hesitated again. He could clearly feel that Afia was becoming unfamiliar to him, and the aftermath of the secret energy had already affected his recent memory. Everything related to Afia became blurred and faltering.

Church's time was running out, and at this time, he more or less understood what Palmer was trying to force him to do.

It turned out to be the case.

"I... I'm leaving here."

Church casually told a lie. As an intelligence officer, this was the best thing he could do.

"Because of job transfer, I may never come back here again. Thank you for your flowers during this time. They are very bright and fragrant."

Flowers are like a touch of stunning color, making Church's pale life less monotonous.

"I think I should come and say goodbye to you."

The more Church talked, more and more emotions surged from the bottom of his heart.

He has never had a so-called anchor, if he insisted on having one, it would be his own name.

His life is so monotonous, and because of the side effects of his own secret power, Church will never establish a real connection with anyone. He thought he would walk alone forever, but at such a moment, Church realized that he already had The so-called anchor.

This is why Church made such a choice by accident, uncharacteristically, from an indifferent bystander into the story.

Church laughed unconsciously, he figured everything out, at such a ridiculous moment.

"Your flower is very nice, and I don't want it to wither."

Therefore, the plague of decay must be completely destroyed in the Fog Abyss Fortress.

"I thought about leaving," Church said, "but then I thought, well, I shouldn't. I hope I'm not being self-indulgent."

After all, Church didn't have much contact with Afia. Most of the time, it was just Church's own imagination. He was always like this, like a lizard hiding in a damp, dark swamp.

Talking too much, going too deep, just adds to the trouble...but it feels so good to say it.

"No...how could it be?"

Afia felt that her thoughts were a little confused, and she thanked Church in turn, "I want to thank you."

"what happened?"

"To be honest, this is a busy and cold city. I always thought that no one would like this kind of thing." Afia glanced at the flowers in Church's arms, "I was wondering whether to do something else, thank you You make me feel needed, that what I do has purpose, not something that doesn't work."

Afia went on to say, "Your eyes are beautiful. I've seen someone with similar eyes to yours before."

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, Church smiled, it was time to leave, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, Afia shouted again.

"You haven't paid yet!"

Church froze for a moment, and touched his pocket, but he couldn't take out anything except a bloody dagger.

He said, "Sorry, I don't have any money with me."

"Then next time."

Afia said to Church as if the plot had succeeded.

"Give me back the money next time."

……

I don't know how long the rapid fall lasted, and I don't know how many rocks were broken by the blade in my hand. The high-frequency vibration made the whole arm lose consciousness, and even the pain was blurred.

Standing on the ashes-filled rocky protrusion, Bologo wearily pulled the grudge out of the rubble pile. He could feel the weird suction from all around, as if there were countless ghosts, constantly gnawing on his own ether.

The etheric vacuum is always so unbearable. Looking into the distance, in the sky filled with ashes, one can vaguely see a city covered in ashes standing in it.

The source of strife, King Solomon's tomb.

(End of this chapter)