Endless Debt.

Chapter 735 The Cursed Land
Under the guidance of Evan, Bologo continued to move forward, and finally in the depths of the desperate outpost, Bologo met the fourth group's curse leader, Holt.

For Holt, Bologo has some impressions in his mind. After returning from the abandoned land last time, out of curiosity about the sacred city and other aspects, Bologo consulted with the fourth Group-related matters, and also learned Holt's information from it.

In the Bureau of Order, Holt is a legendary figure. He, Lebius, Jeffrey, Yas and others are all field staff of the same period, and they also participated in the secret war together.

When he was a student, Holt was outstanding. After becoming a sublimator, he showed his talent to everyone. As if he was born with it, Holt has a super high affinity with the ether , like a natural primordial school desublimator.

He was listed as a key training target by the Bureau of Order. He was the first to be promoted to a believer when the others were sublimation practitioners. Since then, he has always been one step ahead.

During Secret Wars, Holt engaged the enemy in a series of firefights within the Great Rift, and then, like Borrog, he strayed into the Forsaken.

It was the time when the secret war was at its most intense. No one knew that Holt had fallen into the abandoned land. Everyone thought he was missing or died somewhere in the battle. Many people regretted that such a genius It just fell away.

Holt has no immortal body, let alone the protection of the devil, and he was only a power bearer at the time. He could not survive the etheric vacuum of the quiet line of defense, nor could he survive the evil predation of this world.

But to everyone's surprise, Holt came back alive, and survived with his outstanding willpower in this terrifying and crazy place.

According to Holt's later report, after falling into the abandoned land, he did not suffer too many fatal injuries by virtue of the etherification of the power bearer. Although the ether vacuum environment was draining his ether little by little, Before the aether was exhausted, he killed many evil tentacles and advanced a lot of distance.

After that, things were very simple. Holt was struggling to move forward in the abandoned land. His goal was the same as that of Burlogo, to find the mysterious fourth group and seek their help.

When he was about to approach the ruins of the sacred city, Holt couldn't hold on anymore, he pulled the trigger and fired the last flare he carried.

The reason Holt was able to last so long was that this flare gave him infinite hope.

As a result, the staff guarding the desperate outpost saw a flare rising from the ashes like hell. At that time, they suspected that the king's secret sword had discovered the secret of the abandoned land and invaded the deepest part.

Holt's return boosted morale. After a short rest, Holt clamored to avenge the king's secret sword, and then he began the ceremony of promotion to the defender.

Holt was the youngest defender in the Order at the time.

All kinds of information show that Holt is a proud man of heaven, but after the end of the secret war, this proud man of heaven was assigned to the fourth group, Watching the Abandoned Land.

In the eyes of many people, Holt has been sent to the frontier. The Abandoned Land is important, but there has been no change for many years. Holt can do nothing except being slapped in the face by ashes every day.

Holt didn't object, and entered this ghost place at a young age, and lived a life like retirement, until now.

This is all that Burlogo knew about Holt. After a brief review in his mind, Burlogo pushed open the door of the office with a serious face.

The noisy singing came into the ears.

Bologo thought that there would be a serious guy like Lebius behind the door, and he also thought that the other party might look depressed and drunk all day long, but in any case, Bologo didn't think it would be This scene.

What caught Burlogo's eyes was not so much an office as a private entertainment room. Two rows of bookshelves were stacked on both sides of the room, one side was full of books, and the other side was full of records and discs.

Violent music was playing on the stereo, and the mysterious team leader put his feet on the desk, humming a song while flipping through the books in his hands. If Burlogo was right, it was Irwin's new book "Poetry without End".

Burrogo suddenly remembered that by chance, he saw the supplies transported by the logistics department to the fourth group. There were piles of books inside, and everything seemed reasonable.

"Cough cough."

Evan coughed hard a few times, trying to remind Holt. Holt put down the book, glanced at Bologo, raised his hand and turned the knob... He didn't turn off the music, but just turned it down a little.

Bologo pulled out the chair and sat in front of Holt. Holt folded his feet, sat upright, and stretched out his hand.

"Hi, this is the second time we've met, Borrog, but for you, it should be the first."

Burlogo also extended his hand, shook Holt's hand in a friendly manner, and whispered his name, "Holt."

"The team leader is a bit weird in some ways."

Evan whispered in Bologo's ear, but Bologo didn't care about it. He had seen weirder guys, and Holt was completely an ordinary person in his eyes.

"You're much calmer than I thought," Holt said. "You're a workaholic, according to the information."

"You think I'll be surprised?" Burlogo looked around Holt's collection, which was like the living room of his own home, "I think it's okay, it's nothing, my partner and roommate and I both like it these things."

As he spoke, Bologo glanced at Holt's bookshelf, and the familiar author's name came into his eyes. He affirmed, "Your taste is good, and I like it too."

Holt seemed to meet a confidant, and said loudly, "Ha! Evan, I just said that young people can understand me."

young people?
Bologo didn't change his face, he was used to being called that.

Holt then complained, "Those old things just admonish me and make me look like a team leader. Am I not like a team leader?"

"This damn place," he cursed the place, "besides that monster, it's just endless ashes, and I think I'm about to get a respiratory ailment."

"Leader, with the degree of etherification of your defenders, you can hardly suffer from respiratory diseases." Evan explained in a timely manner.

Holt ignored Evan's words and continued to complain, "It's too boring here, I need something to pass the time."

"I hope you understand," Holt went on, "Mr. Borogo Lazarus."

Burlog nodded silently, as he thought before, he had seen weirder guys, and few things shocked Burrog.

"I need to get out of here... as soon as possible," Burrog continued. "If possible, I also need some material assistance, such as Mangyin's soul."

Although Bologo was resurrected, his own ether had not been fully replenished. He needed to return to his peak state quickly, and then return to the upper sea of ​​fog.

Now Bologo is not clear whether this operation is considered a success and whether the others are safe. As the leader of the temporary operation team, he is extremely anxious.

"Return to fighting?" Holt continued as if he knew what Bologo was worried about, "The battle is over, Bologo."

"While you were in a coma, we received a message from the decision-making room that all your team members had evacuated the Fog Abyss Fortress and have now returned to the reclamation room. As for the success or failure of your operation, I am not sure about it."

Holt paused, "At least your team members are safe."

Hearing this, Bologo let out a long breath, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He looked up at Holt, and Bologo continued, "I hope you can understand."

"I'm also a team leader, so I can naturally understand your feelings."

Holt stood up as he spoke, and invited, "Do you need me to show you around here? There are some things I want you to see."

Burrog hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Burogo is full of curiosity about this place, which hides the beginning of everything, the sacred city of King Solomon.

"Why not explore and witness for yourself?"

The ghostly voice rang in Burrog's ears, and he was tempting Burrog to return to the old place and cross the high wall that he had never crossed.

Bologo has been unable to remember who said this to himself, but now, he vaguely remembers that person.

"Tyrant..."

Burrog murmured softly, clenching his fists.

(End of this chapter)