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 rising dust and rolling darkness, with the infusion of ether, the Face of Horror fully came alive. The twisted iron wires embedded like tentacles into Bologue's flesh, the blood soaking through the leather, transforming it into a terrifying visage.


It was as if the ordinary reality was collapsing, and the nightmare broke through to descend upon this world.


Faced with this suddenly emerging Evil Spirit, intense fear surged through David's blue eyes, attacking his mind. He surprisingly failed to react at first, feeling rather shocked instead, his body involuntarily leaning backward.


Fear is mutual. Bologue was also tormented by this immense terror, but unlike the shocked David, the thought that the other could feel the same fear made Bologue laugh excitedly.


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