Endless Debt.

Chapter 8 New Life

The hot and passionate singing reverberated, and the man slowly opened his eyes, the faint blue light in his eyes flickered, and as the wolf was beheaded by Bologo, the connection between the man and the wolf was broken.

He rubbed his temples vigorously, and dense blue blood vessels appeared on his stern face. He took a big breath, suppressing the restlessness in his chest and heart.

Burrog's knife not only cut through the steel, but also cut into his consciousness. The man was not that weak, but he still felt a splitting headache.

"Bologo Lazarus."

The man chanted his name, and after a brief silence, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand to move the needle on the rotating record away, and the disturbing singing finally stopped.

The man was indeed in his room, as Burlogo had surmised, surrounded by various papers.

"He made a mess of everything, and we were supposed to be doing his final interview here."

A female voice sounded from Bologo's bedroom. The woman came out, turned her head from time to time, and looked at the wall covered with photos in the bedroom.

"Are you going to let him pass like that, Lebius."

"Well... that's what I think, at least for now."

Lebius looked at the sand table in front of him, stretched out his hand, and waved the flag on it.

"A debtor with an immortal body... handing over extraordinary authority to such a monster, once he loses control, it will be a serious blow to us."

The woman seemed very hesitant. It’s not that they haven’t recruited debtors, but few people’s “gift” is as powerful as Bologo. When thinking of the immortal Bologo, coupled with the cunning and strange extraordinary power, the woman can only feel A wave of unspoken terror.

"Sometimes I think Yas is right. Dealing with debtors is also playing games with the devil," the woman said.

"The devil...gaming?"

Lebius savored, with a sense of coldness in his voice.

"But he is indeed a very useful sharp blade, Uriel," Lebius said calmly, "even if he is a deadly double-edged sword."

"Have you... decided?"

Uriel sighed, she knew she couldn't change Lebius's mind, but she still wanted to try.

"Do you know, Nethaniel, why did you entrust me with the task of forming a special operations team?"

Lebius didn't respond to Uriel's words, but said something else.

"Because I'm different from you. I care more about results than safety, contracts, and rules and regulations. As long as my goals can be achieved, it doesn't matter whether my employees are humans, debtors, or even monsters that are neither of them. , I don't care."

Lebius planted the flag, and the army on the sand table began to advance, attacking the city-state on the high slope.

"It's like a war. Whether it's with crushing military power, cunning strategies, or elite beheadings, isn't our ultimate goal to win all of these? As long as we can get that 'beautiful' result, what is the process? How is it, does it matter?
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all, what the Bureau of Order needs is the result, and my special operations team was born for this. "

Uriel didn't speak, and could clearly feel the cold breath permeating Lebius' body.

"Bologo Lazarus is a good employee. Compared with the 'undead' we are familiar with, he is still young, not so insensitive, and still has a strong and fiery 'desire' in his heart. For this 'desire', You also saw his unscrupulous methods."

Lebius said with a little deep meaning.

"Having 'desire' is a good thing."

Picking up the documents on the side, and handing them to Uriel, Lebius picked up the crutch from the sofa and stood up with difficulty while leaning on it, while Uriel stood aside, showing no intention of helping.

Lebius stood up from the darkness, the faint light reflected on his body, cut that thin figure into a thin shadow, and patted it on the wall beside him.

He looked very weak, but there seemed to be sharp swords hidden in his eyes, so sharp that no one dared to look at him.

"Aren't you afraid of losing everything?" Uriel asked.

"I have nothing to lose."

Levius replied unemotionally.

Seeing this, Uriel had nothing to say. She picked up a key and inserted it into the door beside her. When it opened again, the world behind the door changed. It was no longer the familiar corridor, but a muddy darkness.

Lebius dragged his disabled right leg and walked into the darkness with a cane and Uriel.

……

With the opening of the door, the stench of blood rushed in, covering Jeffrey and Yas in a blink of an eye, mixed with the rancid smell of demons that had not dissipated.

Looking inside the gate, the courtyard was completely stained red with blood. Countless corpses were lying on the ground, almost none of them were whole, as if a perverted murderer had spent a happy time here just now.

There are still some demons that are still alive, but they don't have the appearance of demons at all, and they fall to the ground like poor victims, screaming in pain.

The people surrounding the building all stared straight away. Some people's legs began to tremble, and some were weak in mental endurance. They simply retched, bowed their waists, and poured their dinner and gastric juice out of their mouths.

As "professionals", it's not that they have never seen demons and their corpses, but they have rarely seen such a scene like a slaughterhouse.

This change is too sudden.

For them, this is just a relaxed and comfortable assessment. Some people are joking with each other. After a while, how to clean up the demons in the building and rescue that unlucky ghost? The ghost may be dead, after all, this is a bad taste from Levius...

No one expected that the unlucky ghost did not wait for their rescue, but killed himself out of it.

What surprised them even more was the helmet thrown out by Bologo, and the broken wolf head.

"This is... Lebius' 'Bladebiting Wolf'."

Someone recognized the wolf head, and his voice trembled slightly.

Most people know who Lebius is, and they also know the horror of this "Blade Wolf", but now the wolf's head, which symbolizes fear and death, is broken, and the damaged helmet is in front of them, and it is still stained with blood. bloodstained.

Lebius lost?

An unbelievable thought rose in their hearts.

"Three hundred Weng Er coins, what you said, Yasi."

Jeffrey reacted first, said to Yas in a low voice, and then walked forward to greet Burogo.

Yas was a little dazed, and after a while, he regained his energy and shouted at the others.

"'Ferryman' cleans up the scene!"

Need to clean up?

The guys called "The Ferryman" looked dazed. There were almost no threatening demons in the building. In their view, they should be on the lookout for Bologo, after all, he was the one who threw the broken helmet .

But meeting Yas' ferocious gaze, they still had no choice but to move, passing the scarlet Borrog, and walking into the blood-stained building.

It's like walking into a monster's lair, it eats extremely ugly, it spreads food everywhere, sticky plasma hangs all over the wall, and the evening wind blows, making a sound like the monster's breathing.

There are no more living things.

After a simple inspection, they came to this conclusion.

Those demons who survived died not long after. They had many fatal injuries on their bodies, completely powerless the demons. They could only fall to the ground, waiting for the moment when the blood ran out...

In the center of the accumulation of flesh and blood, they saw the fallen iron armor, which was exactly the same as the "Blade Biting Wolf" in memory, except that most of the sharp blades on its body were crooked, and some had gaps, and there were also holes on the armor. The inside of the punctured gap was full of sharp blades, as if carefully calculated, the crossed blades precisely restrained the armor's movement space, turning into a deadly cage.

Yas watched all this outside the door with a gloomy expression, looking at Bologo sitting by the steps from the corner of his eyes, frightened.

If such a guy is allowed to become a Sublimator...

Yas shook his head vigorously, he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"How does it feel, Burrog!"

Jeffrey was busy next to Burrog, and he didn't know where he got a towel, just like a boxing coach at halftime, wiping the blood for Burrog.

"Feeling? Great! Then...I think I might be full."

Burrog was very tired, but he couldn't help cheering when talking about this.

It feels really good to cut down a strong enemy, and there is an exciting sense of accomplishment, and those demons killed by the "Blade Wolf" have their "soul fragments" poured into Bologo's body after death , The huge sense of satisfaction almost burst him.

Looking at his body, blue rays of light flickered between the blood vessels. Jeffrey didn't say anything about it. As he thought before, only Bologo could see this light.

"overeat?"

Geoffrey's expression twitched slightly, obviously he understood it as another meaning of support, his eyes glanced at the corner of Bolog's mouth, and he began to be confused whether it was Bolog's own blood or some unlucky person. Devil's blood.

As expected, it did.

"I really recommend that you see the doctor, Burlogo."

Jeffrey strongly suggested that the expression on his face was complicated, including the joy that Burlogo passed the examination and the vigilance of mental patients.

"You are really crazy."

Jeffrey sighed. He glanced at the blood flowing down the stairs, and then at the broken helmet. Thinking of what the helmet represented, he felt a cold wind blowing on his neck.

"It stands to reason that when you are in a desperate situation, shouldn't you be looking for life? You actually thought of cutting it down...you really cut it down!"

Jeffrey was a little incoherent. He understood that Lebius must have let the water go. After all, Lebius had already reached the third stage, holding a golden scepter and wearing a bright red robe, becoming the "negative power bishop".

But... But even so, the result of Bologo is too shocking.

"If you kill it, won't you be able to escape from the desperate situation?" Bologo replied with his thinking, "I will not die, but I am the immortal Lazarus who came back from the dead!"

Bologo smiled, but this smile coupled with the injuries all over his body did not make people happy, but instead felt a sense of coldness and strangeness.

The fatal wound caused by the "Blade Biting Wolf" had already healed when he "resurrected from the dead", but Bologo still had many small wounds on his body, which were still slowly healing.

"How long will it take you to recover?" Jeffrey asked.

"How many hours? I don't know, I've died in it once."

Bologo raised his hand, slid his fingers across his throat, and said softly, "It feels terrible to cut my throat and almost behead me."

"It sounds terrible, but unfortunately I'm not immortal, and it's hard for me to understand your troubles."

Jeffrey was amazed again and again. He knew the truth about Burrog's "gift", but every time he observed Burrog's resurrection, he still felt unbelievable.

The blood flowed backwards, the wound healed again, even the broken bones were being replaced one by one, and those shallow scars could still be seen on the body, but soon those scars disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the dirty bloody skin.

How much that devil loves Borrog to give him such power.

"I need to take a break... Did you pass the assessment?"

Burrog pushed Geoffrey away, and he slowly leaned back, trying to lie down on his back, and Jeffrey crouched beside Burrog, speaking to him.

"Passed, exceeded the limit, not only that, but you beat Lebius!" Jeffrey recalled the person represented by the name, and he continued, "I have always hated this guy."

"Who is that?"

"Your future 'boss'," Jeffrey smiled, "How does it feel to beat up your future boss during the interview?"

Bologo's expression froze slightly. He never thought that it was his future boss who would personally assess him. He shook his head and asked back.

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Jeffrey thought for a moment, how to explain it to Burlogo.

"Our organization is divided into many departments, such as field service, logistics, and personnel."

"I guess you're in Personnel, aren't you? In charge of picking hapless debtors out of the black cells," Burlogo asked.

"Almost, but not quite."

Jeffrey gave Bologobi a thumbs up and praised, "You are so good, they must give you a lot of commission."

Burrog didn't have the strength to talk bad things to Geoffrey, he raised his head and looked into the dark night.

The sky in Opals is always gloomy and hazy, with no sunlight or stars, and the night is pure darkness, even the moonlight is rarely seen.

He coughed a few times in pain, his chest heaved violently, and the delayed pain hit his nerves.

Bologo is immortal, but the "gift" is not without cost, and immortality also has a burden.

As early as in the black prison, "those people" conducted precise tests in order to better contain themselves.

The specific test content... Bologo didn't want to recall, but thanks to the bad test, Bologo had a clear understanding of his own immortality.

His undead method is a bit complicated. In a normal state, it is like going back in time, the blood that has passed is poured back into the body, and the broken bones are reset.

Under special circumstances, such as a broken arm and then locked into an iron box by the severed limb, there will be no situation where the limb smashes open the iron box and returns to the body, but a new arm will be regenerated from the wound, while the original The severed limbs will completely dissipate into gray powder in a short time, just like dust.

Another example is that if the body is broken into countless pieces of meat, then the piece with the largest mass will be used as the origin to carry out proliferation and resurrection.

Because of this complicated undead mechanism, it is also difficult for "those people" to summarize and classify their own undead, but what can be understood is that Bologo's undead is carried out with the least energy consumption.

Every time he dies and comes back to life, Burrog will feel exhausted, and with each death in a short period of time, it will take longer for him to resurrect again, and the fatigue will increase.

Judging from the current test, after five or six deaths, Bologo will fall into a coma due to exhaustion. According to the calculations of "those people", if Bologo can be killed continuously in a short period of time, then It is estimated that more than a hundred deaths will extend the resurrection time of Bologo to several days or months.

Therefore, Bologo's immortality seems to be limited to a certain number of times at present. Once he dies too much in a short period of time, he will be rendered powerless.

What a terrible memory.

Fortunately, this time with the help of "soul debris", these debris are like a panacea, and they can also be effective in "Resurrection". The more debris, the less Burlogo's burden, and the healing will be faster.

Sometimes he thinks that if there are enough demons, Bologo might be able to become a "perpetual motion machine", as long as he can kill demons continuously, he can quickly "resurrect from death" again and again.

"Speaking of which, you can tell me now, who are you?"

Burrog cocked his head and looked at Geoffrey.

"The Order and Security Bureau of the Rhineland Confederation."

Jeffrey spit out this strange word calmly, obviously it was the final moment when the mystery was revealed, but both of them reacted quite calmly, as if the story was advancing logically without any surprises.

He reached out and shook Borrog's bloody hand.

"The 'Order Bureau' for short, as the name suggests, belongs to the Rhineland League, an organization that maintains extraordinary order and human security."

"Bureau of Order..."

Bologo muttered in a low voice, and sat up slowly. After a short rest, he felt much better, but he was a little tired, and wanted to find a place to sleep well.

"According to Lebius' request, you will be assigned to his action team, but his action team has only recently been approved, and the activity room and staff dormitory have not yet been set up...

By the way, let me tell you about your measurements so that I can make them make uniforms for you. You need to fill out the relevant benefits later, and I don’t know about the salary. The salary level of each department is different..."

Geoffrey is like a nagging old woman, talking endlessly in Borrog's ear. In terms of "personnel affairs", he is indeed quite professional, just like a nanny, always taking care of himself.

It's a pity that Burlogo didn't listen to a word of his words, but just sat there blankly, looking at the sky.

There are people coming and going around, the reason for my successful entry, these people do not hide themselves in anything, a group of men in black came out from the night, cleaning the bloody building, piles of corpses were transported out, and A few people stood nearby like guards, but they didn't wear guns.

So what do they use to fight?
The cumbersome textures and the vocabulary that Geoffrey once said in a slip of the tongue came to mind.

Alchemy Matrix.

Then Bologo saw Yas, he was directing the scene, and seemed to have noticed Bologo's gaze, and his eyes glanced unkindly.

"That's Yas, Yas Cyril, don't be mad, that's what he is," Jeffrey noticed the eye contact and explained to Burrog, "He doesn't hate you, he just hates you and the devil related."

"He's been against hiring debtors for a long time... Fortunately, he doesn't count." Jeffrey joked.

For Yas, Bologo didn't care, just muttered to himself.

"become free."

Burrog was free, if only temporarily.

After a long period of imprisonment, Burlogo finally returned to this world. There is no longer a "black prison" hanging above his head, and everything he wants to do has a chance to be executed.

Thinking of this, Burlogo smiled morbidly satisfied.

"Anyway..."

Jeffrey pulled up Burlogo and said to Burlogo in a very formal manner.

"Congratulations, Bolog Lazarus, a new life has begun."

(End of this chapter)