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

The influence of the Contract Object is bidirectional; while gaining power, one must also pay the corresponding price. The power and cost of the "Face of Horror" is fear; the enemy will feel a fear that cuts to the bone, and such fear will also arise in the heart of Bologue.


The iron wires stitching the mask are twisted, as if they have come to life. The wires writhe, piercing the leather and injuring Bologue's cheek, burrowing vigorously under his flesh like maggots, feasting greatly.


The eerie mist spills over, spreading fear and madness. In a fleeting moment, Bologue seems no longer human but some sinister and deceitful thing, distorted and filthy, wearing the skin of a human.


Demons crowded the narrow corridor; Bologue paused for a few seconds, then advanced again, swinging the Sheep Horn Hammer and folding knife at them.


Amid frenzied roars and bloodshed, Bologue drove a knife through the heart of a demon, pressing his body closely to use it as a shield.


Chapter 87: Chaos Battle Champion