Chapter 1085 Inexplicable

"A bet between myself and...myself?" Boluoge laughed after hearing this. "It's so strange. How could there be such a bet?"

"Why not?"

Leviathan asked Boluogo back. The broken golden mask reflected Boluogo's face, cutting his face into pieces.

"Bologo, do you remember what you dreamed of becoming when you were a child?"

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you serious?"

"I'm not kidding, Borogo."

Leviathan turned sideways and put his hands on the armrests, his tone stern and sincere.

Boluogo fell silent. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then he laughed inexplicably.

Leviathan waited patiently for Boluogo. After a while, Boluogo looked up into the distance and murmured.

"It's so ridiculous, Leviathan. In this place hanging high above the earth, in this inexplicable open-air movie, inexplicable people and inexplicable devils are having an inexplicable conversation."

Boluogo covered his forehead as he said, "This is like that inexplicable variety show on TV, where the host asks you what your dream is.

Damn it, a devil would ask me such a question. "

Leviathan ignored Boluogo's words and asked, "Answer my question."

Boluogo pondered for a moment, put down his hand, and shook his head regretfully, "I don't remember. Everything I have experienced has been too long, so long that many things have been diluted and pale."

"So, Borogo."

Leviathan said coldly, "At this time, do you think you have broken your promise to the person who made wishes in the past?"

"Broken appointment?"

Bologo caught the key words in Leviathan's words, and he asked vigilantly, "In other words, was this bet reached when I gained immortality...on the day of the fall of the Holy City? "

Leviathan said quietly, "A lot happened that day."

"But I don't remember those things, how I became an immortal and the blood contract I signed," Boluogo frowned and said in a violent voice, "The memory of that day has been completely erased from my mind. Nothing left."

"Of course, that's part of the bet."

Leviathan let out a burst of disturbing laughter, "Just like the variety show you said, when we prank the guests, we will not tell the guests what is about to happen, but let them step into the program we designed without noticing. In the plot, watch his most realistic reaction..."

This is a fairly appropriate metaphor. Boluogo vaguely understood the truth that Leviathan explained to him. At a certain moment... before a certain moment when the bet is fulfilled, the mystery about this part of his memory, There still won't be any answers, but luckily, that time is coming.

Boluogo asked abruptly, "Do you know how to watch variety shows?"

"Yes," Leviathan said. "If you watch too many movies, you will inevitably feel tired, so you need something else to adjust."

"Then my immortality...at least tell me, what are buried in those craters? Are they my remains? It's quite scary to see those things suddenly."

Leviathan moved his arms, and then twisted the helmet hard, and a little black air overflowed from the connection between the helmet and the neck.

"Boluogo, do you always talk like this when you are talking?"

"Almost."

Just now we were discussing a bet, then we switched to variety shows, and now we are talking about immortality.

Leviathan took off the entire helmet with great effort and threw it aside, "Mammon is really a bastard. He knew that he couldn't do anything to me, but he still damaged my spacesuit. This thing is very difficult to repair. "

The creeping darkness under the spacesuit was exposed, and countless black particles overflowed from it. As they slowly rose and entangled, they gradually outlined a vague outline of a head.

"Speaking of it, it's quite difficult to talk with the helmet on all the time, so why don't we be honest."

Leviathan stood up. To be precise, countless tar flowed out of the spacesuit, like a ghost passing through the clothes. The spacesuit was like another kind of relic, left on the chair, and the tar piled up on each other. , shaping, the human outline gradually became clear.

"It's been a long time since I talked to someone with such an attitude. Let me think about it, whose face is better to use?"

Leviathan pretended to think for a while, and the originally sticky tar suddenly began to change, squirming, gathering, and finally suddenly transformed into pieces of clothing and flesh.

Soon, a black robe appeared on Leviathan's body. The black robe seemed to be woven from the deepest night, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere. The collar of the black robe stood up high, covering his body. Holding Leviathan's neck, only his eyes were shining with cold light.

Leviathan slowly turned his head and looked at Boluogo. He smiled kindly and asked.

"How does this face look?"

Bologg stared directly at Leviathan. He was sitting on the chair, but the muscles all over his body had tensed up in an instant, like a tiger preparing to pounce on its prey.

The devil is a moody, mysterious and abominable existence.

As early as when he came into contact with Belphegor, Boluogo knew about their ability to change their appearance at will. Aimu, Palmer, Jeffrey...

The faces of people he was familiar with could be switched on and off at will like a mask, and Blogo had prepared for this a long time ago, but now when he saw Leviathan's face, he was still distracted and dazed.

That was a familiar face to Zhang Blogo, the face of King Solomon Hill.

Blogo asked inexplicably, "Why did you use his face?"

"Well... I thought of him subconsciously, what's wrong?"

Leviathan rubbed his face as he spoke, and under the touch of real warm flesh and blood, he showed a strange smile.

Blogo had seen this kind of smile. Every time Palmer laughed like this, he was telling some ridiculous jokes. When it came to Leviathan, it was like what he just said, Leviathan was playing a prank, and Blogo, as a guest, was unaware of everything.

"By the way, King Solomon Hill is also involved in this bet," Leviathan added, "As I said, this bet involves many people."

Berogo blinked, this time he was not too shocked, but slowly stood up and asked, "Then what?"

This inexplicable conversation continued.

"Then I will take you to see the part about your immortality, and by the way, I will talk about how the next war should be carried out."

When mentioning this, Leviathan's expression became serious, "Beelzebub captured Asmodeus, it is only a matter of time before she is devoured."

"The war against the Kogadel Empire needs to be brought forward."

Leviathan snapped his fingers, and white smoke and dust rolled up, obscuring Berogo's vision. When everything dissipated, a dark shadow enveloped him.

The condensed fishy blood rushed to his face.