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

Amid the heavy impacts, under the barrage of blows, Bill, relying on his flesh and blood, easily smashed the wall, dust flying and rubble scattering everywhere, yet it couldn't overshadow the burning glow.


In the darkness, the light reflected off resilient muscles, his body like a plaster statue.


Bologue's mood grew heavy, not because of the appearance of the other Condenser. According to the intelligence in his memory, Bologue didn't think this strong man in front of him was David.


Bill's voice was icy as his tall body emerged from the breach in the wall.


Bologue responded, his gaze wandering, planning his next move. 


The Demons couldn't probe his abilities. Logically, they should bide their time or look for chances to strike him down, yet here Bill was, brazenly coming out to kill. 


Chapter 88: Adaptability