Andlao

Hello, my name is Bologue Lazarus, a debtor.

The wound on Bologue's face is healing at an observable speed. The blood remaining on his face flows back, and the skin is reattached, as if time is reversing.

Faced with the terrified dying demon, he whispered.

This is my "blessing", the "debt" I owe.

Sixty-six years ago, with the end of the Scorched Earth Fury, Opus of Oath City rose from the ruins of the Holy City.

Sixty-six years later, the Kagader Empire and Rhine Alliance, two colossal entities spanning the continent, are plotting another all-consuming war.
Order Bureau, King's Secret Sword, Order of Truth, Corrupted Sect, All Secrets Order... existences hidden in the shadows of history, trying to join this grand celebration.

Under the curtain, the devils enjoy the agony of mortals, taste the values offered, manipulate fate, and bestow curses and blessings.
Gazing at the mortals who were originally kindred spirits, they loathe and slaughter each other...

Endless Debt

In the dimly lit factory, a battle erupted, countless shell casings fell to the ground, accompanied by gunfire transforming into a metallic symphony.


Bologue sprinted through the hail of bullets, dodging between cover, the beam of the flashlight falling behind, unable to catch up with Bologue's figure.


As seen in Church's report, for some unknown reason, this factory remained dark at night, relying entirely on patrolling flashlights for illumination, which made Bologue's movements extremely convenient in such a gloomy environment.


The heavy stench of corruption, like a series of bright beacons, though the darkness limited Bologue's vision, he could easily determine the general position of the Demons by following the scent.


Chapter 86: Raid