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Prologue Debtor(2/2)

"Really? What a pity."

Boluogo said so.

The claws struck again, and there was only a sound of metal crashing. Then in the narrow darkness, Doron felt a sharp pain from his chest, and then his body was pulled and he was knocked out of the confession room uncontrollably.

It knocked over the burning candlestick, and the hot wax oil and fireworks entangled its body, igniting the clothes. The fire burned and roared, and Doron was like a beast bathed in fire.

In the dim confession room, Boluogo walked out slowly, holding a long metal handle in his hand, which still had scratches left by blocking claw strikes. He shook the long handle vigorously, and with several crisp sounds, the metal long handle

The handle was lengthened section by section, and finally the deadly sharp knife slid out, reflecting the burning candlelight.

A sharp folding knife is held in the hand.

"There are still some people who did not lose all their souls in the deal with the devil, and even received the devil's 'gift'."

Boluogo said, touching his chest with one hand to the heart.

"The boss said that these people have lost part of their souls, and their souls are no longer complete. A corner is missing, exposing some holes, so sometimes they are tortured by hunger, urging them to find the lost souls and fill the gaps again.

, but they still maintain their sanity and will not be as hungry as you and the devil."

Burlogo gradually approached, the candle flame ignited the carpet, and the firelight illuminated his face.

It was a fairly young face, with long black hair falling loosely, his eyes hidden in the shadows, and he was wearing a black windbreaker lined with a white shirt and a black tie at the collar.

Very ordinary people, like office workers after get off work, such people can be found everywhere in Opos.

"The devil is a cunning bunch, damn bastards, aren't they?"

Burlogo complained.

"This type of person cannot live as a person with a sound soul, nor can he be driven by hunger, completely degenerate, and fall into madness like you demons.

Neither up nor down.

He is running around for his lost soul, hoping that one day he can redeem his soul from the devil and repay this heavy debt."

Doron thrust forward violently, it was transforming into a beast.

The sharp claws were like slender sword blades, the bulging muscles burst through the clothes, and with bursts of low roars, it rose up with unstoppable momentum.

The figure twisted into a blurry black shadow. After a short delay, the strong wind whipped up, blowing the burning fireworks.

A sharp crashing sound resounded, and sparks flew everywhere.

Doron couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Bologg raised his folding knife with one hand and easily blocked its fierce attack, then shook it away. It waved its sharp claws again and tried to kill Bologg, but Bologg couldn't believe it.

Luo Ge swung his sword faster than him, and his figure disappeared in an instant like a ghost.

The strong wind danced, and when Boluogo reappeared, he had a cold steely glow.

The folding knife reflected the burning firelight, and the dazzling light flashed in Doron's eyes.

The trance only lasted for less than a second, but in this brief moment, the folding knife avoided the hard claws and slashed from the side, cutting off Dolan's right hand in one fell swoop.

"So why is that? Father."

The questioning sounds were accompanied by the light of the sword, and each sound left a hideous wound on Duolun's body.

"Good people should go to heaven, but why isn't her soul in heaven?"

Boluogo asked in confusion. The folding knife passed over Doron's calf and cut it in two. Doron's body directly knelt down.

Duolun was panting and frightened. The demon who inflicted fear on others was extremely frightened at this moment.

"Evil people deserve to go to hell, why is your soul not in hell?"

A voice sounded from behind, and Boluogo stood behind it holding a folding knife, like an executioner executing a criminal.

Duolun trembled, and the next second, the howling wind suddenly rose, tearing the words into pieces.

It made a desperate counterattack at this moment, stood up suddenly, twisted, and waved its claws, but what greeted Duolun was an even more fierce sword light.

The sharp claws shattered, and the only arm was easily penetrated and torn into pieces. Even the chest was affected, leaving a long and thin knife mark, and blood gushes out.

The cold light mingled with each other, and the whistling wind whipped up by the folding knife actually blew out the burning fireworks in an instant, and bursts of white smoke rolled past.

Duolun's body froze in place, and a thin red line stretched out from his throat. Soon the red line began to extend, spanning half of his neck, and then it was like a dam that burst, and blood splashed from it, pouring out like a pour.

Under the fatal injury, Duolun lost all his strength in an instant, fell to his knees, stretched out his hands randomly, and tried to block the wound in his throat, but this was in vain, the blood still couldn't stop pouring out, and in the blink of an eye, he was

A large pool of blood gathered underneath him.

Boluogo did not continue to slash, but stood there, with the stars reflected in his eyes.

Not only was blood overflowing, but also escaping from the body along with the blood were streams of cyan light spots. They were like dust, floating softly around.

It seemed that only Boluogo could see this thing. Doron did not notice the existence of these light spots at all, and reluctantly raised his head, his eyes filled with horror.

"Debris..."

Boluogo whispered, raised his hand, and combed his scattered hair back, revealing his pale face that had not been exposed to the sun for many years, and his blue eyes.

He was not frightened by this cruel scene, but instead seemed to be awakened by something, with a spiral of evil in his green eyes.

At the same time, the scattered cyan light spots, as if being summoned, rushed towards Boluogo one after another, easily penetrating the skin and integrating into Boluogo's body.

A feeling of satisfaction surged into my heart.

"Oh, sorry."

The feeling of satisfaction made him slightly absent-minded. After coming back to his senses, the man remembered something, stretched out his hand towards Duolun, and said slowly.

"Bologo."

Bologo said.

"Bologo Lazarus, a debtor."

Sacrifice your soul to the devil and receive a mysterious gift, thus incurring a heavy debt.

Doron fell into a pool of blood. At the same time as Boluogo's words rang out, it saw that the wound on Boluogo's cheek was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The remaining blood on his face flowed back, and the skin was rejoined.

Together, it's like going back in time.

Bologo noticed Doron's gaze and explained.

"Yes, this is my 'gift' and the 'debt' I owe."

After saying that, a slightly morbid smile bloomed on his face, and the folding knife fell again, breaking off all the sharp claws, turning Duolun's only limbs into a ball of flesh. It was like a maggot, leaning on

With the last will to survive, he moved laboriously on the ground, leaving an extended trail of blood behind him, like a rolled-out red carpet.

The frightening footsteps followed like a shadow. From the corner of his sight, he observed the figure of Boluogo. He was holding a folding knife in his hand and humming a strange melody in his mouth. The folding knife patted his palms in a cheerful and rich tone.

The beat of the rhythm.

With brisk steps, stepping on the pool of blood, like a dance, Bologo walked around Doron.

"me……"

Dolan tried to say something to beg for mercy, but blood clots blocked its throat, and it only let out bursts of meaningless whimpers.

Boluogo grabbed a handful of Doron's hair and pulled it up, which was covered in blood.

"It's not okay to beg for mercy. Father, you said that the souls of evil people should go to hell."

After saying that, Bologo threw the priest's body forward with all his strength, and fell into the burning confessional. The fire burst out, the hot breath reverberated, and countless sparks flew.

You can hear the shrill wails and the rotten stench rising from the flesh and blood burned by the fireworks.

Picking up the burning scripture, he opened a page at random, and the writing on it turned into dazzling gold due to the fire.

Bologo read the words on it aloud.

“Under His gaze, the mountains trembled and the earth shook!”

Throwing up the heavy scripture, the folding knife penetrated the burning pages. Bologger strode forward and penetrated the devil's heart with the sharp edge of the scripture, nailing it firmly in the burning confessional chamber.

Boluogo did not leave. He and the demon were in the fury. The fire tore his skin, but his flesh and blood soon regenerated, and the burning wounds were healed one by one.

Under his gaze, the devil's struggle gradually stopped, and the pitch-black shell was engulfed by the fire, turning into a gray sculpture of death like burning charcoal.

The demon's remains turned into gray dust and fell. Cyan light spots overflowed from the remains and merged into Boluogo's body. He opened his hands and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the death and destruction at this moment.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and hot blue light continued to overflow from the gaps in the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!
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