Endless Debt.

Chapter 9 Demons Hunting Demons

The dim light fell through the gap in the curtains and fell on Burrogo's face. When he opened his eyes, a new day began.

When he got up, he thought he would be dazed and dazed as usual, but this time Burlogo became conscious much faster. Not only that, he also felt that he was "healthy" a lot.

This feeling is quite vague, and Bologo attributed it to the "satiation" in the assessment. After killing so many demons, he felt that his soul was fuller than ever before, and this fullness not only filled Hollow, but also reflected on the body.

The soul determines the body. When the soul is strong, the body will also be strong. When the soul decays, the body will also be twisted into a demon.

If calculated according to the games in his previous life, Bologo felt that his experience value must have grown a lot, but unfortunately, so far he has only relied on vague feelings to understand these, and he cannot intuitively see the incompleteness of his soul Degree.

But this is not a problem, Bologo guessed that the Bureau of Order will solve this trouble for himself, and he began to look forward to the day when he could intuitively observe his own emptiness.

"A new life."

Burrog sighed. After successfully passing the assessment, he felt a sense of relief. A big stone in his heart fell to the ground. He could finally continue to imagine future things instead of spending time in the dark prison.

"soul……"

Looking at the ceiling, Bologo's thoughts wandered.

Jeffrey is like a teacher. During the one-year internship period, he taught Burlogo a lot of things. In his words, these are the most basic "professional qualities". It seems that since then, He decided that he could join the Bureau of Order.

Everything in the world has a soul, whether it is steel and rocks, cats or dogs, or human beings, they all have souls, but due to differences in wisdom and will, souls have certain differentiations.

For the devil, the soul is the equivalent of "value", the only medicine that can relieve the "hunger" of the devil, and the most precious alchemy material for alchemists.

The souls of such "dead things" as steel rocks are involuntary and "cold iron souls". Their souls will not "disappear" on their own, and can be easily plundered, bound, and used. It is clearly reflected in alchemy.

Animals and plants, their souls have a certain amount of wisdom and will, and they are "souls of mango silver", so after they die, their souls will slowly "disappear", but their wisdom and will are still too small to be By means of "sublimation", it is completely restrained.

The human soul is the most precious. It has sound wisdom and free will. It is a "golden soul". After the body dies, the human soul cannot be bound. Even if the devil swallows it, it will only temporarily stay in the soul. In the hollow, so as to alleviate the hunger.

It is futile to use "condensation" to bind the "bright golden soul" and turn the nihilistic soul into an entity. The materialized "bright golden soul" will slowly evaporate until it "disappears" completely.

The human soul is the most precious and cannot be restrained. Even if the "condensation" is used to forcibly "detain" the soul, it is only slowing down its "disappearing" time.

Except for one way.

Devil's Blood Pact.

Make a deal with the devil, write your name on the contract, and donate your soul. From that moment on, the human soul will be completely bound, belong to the devil completely, cannot "disappear", and become a devil forever part of the property.

The form of the devil is ever-changing, and no one knows what kind of posture it will find you. It may be a bird, a letter, or a phone call... the person who was deprived of all his "golden soul" in the transaction , it will turn into a hungry demon.

Now Bologo has also fought against many demons. They were all satisfied with their "desires" by the devil, but they soon fell into another crazier and deeper vortex.

What is even more confusing is the devil's judgment on "value". For human beings, all souls are extremely precious "golden souls". "The distinction.

The most obvious manifestation is Bologo, who is a debtor, and the demons he beheaded.

For the devil, Bologo is of extraordinary value, and he has obtained the "gift" only by relying on part of his soul, while most of the devils have given up all their souls, but they have degenerated into monsters.

No one knows the criteria by which these devils judge "value", just as no one knows what purpose these mysterious existences have.

Take a long sigh.

Therefore, part of the soul of Bologo has belonged to the devil forever.

Whenever he thinks of this, Bologo has a headache, thinking about how to redeem his soul.

But... It seems that there is no need to redeem it.

In addition to the above, the soul has another characteristic, which is debris.

The birth and death of the soul, or being plundered and devoured, in the transfer of the carrier and the change of the form, the soul will inevitably experience "loss", and these lost parts are called "detritus".

Detritus is soul and not soul.

About this part, Jeffrey can't explain clearly. At present, there is no scholar who can effectively observe the existence of debris, and everything is just inference and theory.

Demons prey on other people's souls, and the plundered souls will have a "loss" part, and this part will not disappear or be transferred, but stay in the demon's body, accumulate, and be completely released after death.

The crumbs will not be bound and doomed to "disappear" like the "golden soul". It can be absorbed and swallowed by Bologo, and it can obviously suppress the restlessness of the void and prevent the outbreak of manic phagocytosis.

This makes for a somewhat interesting food chain, with demons devouring human souls and burrog killing demons and looting crumbs from their remains.

In this way, Bologo is more like a demon.

"A demon that hunts demons."

Bologo said to himself, he likes this statement, in his future work, he will have many opportunities to collect debris and complete his soul.

"I want to watch the sun and watch it be erased~"

Walking out of the bedroom, Burrog hummed a little tune, he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

Brushing teeth, washing face, looking at myself in the mirror, the familiar face has an unhealthy pale skin.

The dark prison is a dark place, because it has not been exposed to the sun for a long time, and Bologo was like a cold corpse when he was released from prison. He would have to lie in the sun for a while to make himself look healthier, but this Opus Damn place, no daylight at all.

Looking up, there are only thick and oppressive, lead-gray clouds. Sometimes these heavy cumulus clouds even spread to the ground, and the whole city is shrouded in toxic smog. For this reason, gas masks or something, in Europe Perth is very popular, and it belongs to the kind of one piece for each person.

Borrog once relied on his own immortality to go out without a gas mask during the "grey tide smog", and walked into the smog that engulfed the city alone.

It was a terrible memory, it felt like swallowing broken glass and not dying, but the pain was always there, repeatedly strangling your airways, and even your lungs.

Since then, Bologo has honestly prepared some gas masks at home and bought a drawer of canisters. These things are considered necessities in Opals.

Oath City Opals, this is a terrible city, but there are still countless foreigners who come here.

After tidying himself up, Bologo came to the corridor, which still looked familiar, with dust everywhere, advertisements plastered on the yellowed walls, and rubbish piled up in the corners.

A burst of noise came from all directions, the sound of the TV next door, the sound of couples quarreling, and wanton laughter.

No difference, as always.

It's just that Burlogo's mentality has changed a little. He is a free man, like a slave in prison, smashing his shackles, which feels great.

Walking out of the door, the building was as usual, there were no traces of fighting, and there were no remains of demons. Burlogo checked carefully, and there was not even a piece of meat.

It seemed that the madness of that night was just a vain dream.

But Burlogo was sure it was real.

How do these people do it?
So many demons were thrown in silently, and all traces were perfectly covered.

When I asked my neighbors, they seemed to know nothing, as if the whole building had fallen into a long sleep that night with the cement wall sealed.

This world is far more complicated than I expected, but fortunately, Bologo is already standing in front of the gate of the new world, waiting to be pushed open.

"Bologo!"

The sudden shout woke Burrog from his thoughts. Jeffrey stood at the end of the corridor and walked quickly. After three days, Jeffrey finally took the initiative to contact him.

"Are you here to take me through the entry procedures?"

Bologo asked directly, with a faint excitement hidden in his heart, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Almost, by the way, let me show you some basic components of our Bureau of Order."

Jeffrey said as he took out a bunch of key chains from his waist, rummaged through them carefully, and found a rusty brass key from it, and he could see some words engraved on it, But it was so small that Burlogo couldn't see what was written.

"Walk."

He beckoned to Burlogo and stood in front of Burlogo's house.

"The place where you live is too far away. It will take at least two hours to get to the headquarters from here. The time is tight. In addition, my application has been submitted, so I can just show you to the world."

Jeffrey said to Burlogo mysteriously.

Burogo didn't know the connection between Geoffrey's sentences, but he was relieved when he thought of the strange feeling during the assessment.

The "Bureau of Order" is far more mysterious and complicated than I imagined. These guys not only deal with devils, but also hunt them, and they have many extraordinary powers that Bologo doesn't know.

"What are you doing?"

I saw Jeffrey closed the door, then picked up the rusty brass key, and tried to use it to open the iron door.

"Your key won't work on the door of my house..."

Burrog stopped as soon as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the key.

A fine, blue arc of light appeared on the key, and it was inserted into the lock cylinder perfectly, and after it was inserted, the blue light spread to the lock cylinder and the entire door in a blink of an eye. The surface of the metal skimmed quickly, and then disappeared.

Burrog could feel something flowing, something invisible, intangible, but real, surging, pouring into the key.

Jeffrey exerted a little force on his wrist, the key was turned, and there was a crisp mechanical spring sound in the lock cylinder.

The door opened.

(End of this chapter)