Bologg did not know the aftermath of the fighting in the etheric realm, and naturally did not know the outcome of arrogance and rage, but this did not prevent Bologg from detecting subtle changes in the situation from the subsequent changes.
Jealous Leviathan.
Even now when he recalls it, Boluogo can't help but feel chills running down his spine and cold sweat flowing down his spine.
From beginning to end, Leviathan's figure is interspersed with the actions in the Land of Eternal Night. Like a seasoned hunter, he is lurking, preparing, and rehearsing the fatal ambush in his mind countless times.
When looking back on all this, Bologo had to imagine that Leviathan's ambush was successful. He defeated Pride and Fury in one fell swoop, and at the same time recovered two pieces of power and original sin, balancing the game for countless years.
Finally there was a huge tilt.
Boluogo tried to say in a relaxed tone, "If my guess is correct, the war with Beelzebub will be our final decisive battle."
"The final battle?"
Palmer was confused about this naming. Similar words have appeared many times in human history, such as the scorched earth fury that once swept the continent. Every participant in the war held a morbid sense of glory. They thought they were
A war is being fought that will end all wars.
In fact, the Scorched Earth Wrath didn't end anything, it was like the beginning of another crazy drama.
"Yes, a decisive battle," Boluogo said in a solemn tone, "This is different from all the wars that have ever happened. This time we will have a decisive battle with the devil."
Palmer once again felt the inexplicable sense of uneasiness, like an auditory hallucination, and the woman's laughter echoed, as if she was laughing at Burlogo's overestimation of his abilities.
The subway arrived at the end, and the carriage doors popped open neatly. Bologna and Palmer stepped into the deep courtyard. Without waiting for a moment, the ground under their feet began to twist and break, and strange things were floating in the cracked gaps.
light spot.
"Everyone, long time no see!"
Ghostly figures rose up from the cracks in the ground. With a sly smile on her face, she raised her hands and pressed them on the faces of Bologna and Palmer respectively, trying to raise the corners of their mouths with her thumb and index finger.
, making their serious expressions smile.
"Oh, Freya."
Palmer was startled by the sudden appearance, and then he asked in confusion, "Wait a minute, Freya, why are you here?"
As the Will of the Void Realm, Freya's range of activities has always been limited to the ruins area, but this is the headquarters of the Kenshi, the Garden of the Deep Garden, and Freya should not appear here.
"According to the instructions of the decision-making room, Freya has been trying to connect to the reclamation room since a few months ago, as an auxiliary officer, to cooperate with the work of all staff."
Freya responded to Palmer with a standard set of official notifications, and then added, "The function is still in the testing phase, so it is only open to a small number of employees."
She said and glanced sideways at Boluogo. The meaning was obvious. It was very reasonable for a glorious person to have a ghost secretary who could come and go as soon as he was called.
Palmer muttered again, "Damned privileged class."
"Now this damn privileged class is going to let you enjoy its privileges."
As Borogo spoke, the ground beneath his feet was completely distorted and bulging, swallowing the two of them into darkness. Palmer felt an inexplicable sense of dislocation in his body, as if he was traveling through a winding path.
A short-distance shuttle across a winding path inside the chamber.
Boluogo stared at the darkness and said, "How about it? It's very convenient. Freya can take me to most of the areas in the room."
"Except for the decision-making room," Freya added, "the decision-making room is the only forbidden area. Even if I am connected to the Kenshi virtual realm, I am prohibited from accessing the decision-making room."
Palmer nodded. He didn't think there was any problem with prohibiting access to the decision-making room. As early as the induction training phase of each employee, the decision-making room was constantly implanting various guidelines about the decision-making room into the minds of employees.
, until these strange regulations become routine for employees.
"Let's talk about what happened just now," Bologo's words were interrupted by Freya's appearance, "If the decision-making room's speculation is correct, arrogance and rage have already withdrawn from this game of dispute between devils.
.”
"What?"
The content of the conversation changed so quickly that Palmer was caught off guard. What's more, the amount of information was somewhat staggering.
Borogo did not give Palmer any room to think, and continued, "Before this, the lustful Asmodeus also started a war with the lazy Belphegor, which ended with the Unbound Poetry Society being massively corrupted, and Belphegor
The humiliating defeat is the end."
"However, even though it was a defeat, Asmode was not having a hard time either. After that, her Happy Garden suffered a second blow from us. In other words, these two devils no longer have much power and are not to be feared.
.”
Bologger didn't know how much power Asmod possessed, but he still knew everything about Belphegor, the peeping tom.
Now, Belphegor is imprisoned in the House of the Rising Sun deep in the chamber. His evil in this world has long been killed, and the chosen one, the previous director of the Bureau of Order, has also been swallowed up by everyone.
Belphegor fell into complete passivity. The Bureau of Order was like a sharp sword hanging on his throat. As long as the Bureau of Order wanted to, it could completely defeat Belphegor at any time.
To defeat, not to kill.
Boluogo doesn't know whether humans really have the power to kill demons. Even if they kill, are humans really capable of carrying that authority and original sin? Not to mention that the Bureau of Order now only imprisons Belphegor in the material world.
The projection of his incarnation, his evil nature still remains in the etheric realm.
Therefore, the Bureau of Order gave up the idea of killing Belphegor early on, and instead chose to weaken him.
By then, Belphegor will become the weakest devil. As long as other devils stretch out their claws, they can easily erase Belphegor's existence and swallow up his authority and original sin.
In Bolog's view, this is a double-edged sword-style deterrent method. It can indeed control Belphegor well, but it is difficult to guarantee whether it will lead to Belphegor's power being annexed, which will lead to another end.
Powerful devil.
"In other words, our current powerful enemies are only three devils. Leviathan, who currently controls three powers, Beelzebub who is entrenched in the Kogadel Empire, and the mysterious Mammon."
Boluogo continued to tell Palmer about this shocking information, "Currently we can't find Leviathan, and the situation is becoming more and more contradictory. Now, all the eyes of the Order Bureau are focused on Kogadel."
On the Empire.”
"It's not that Leviathan can't be found."
While speaking, Boluogo murmured in his heart, "It's just that with the current level of technology, we simply can't touch him."
When night falls, as long as you raise your head, you can have a glimpse of Leviathan's high land.
When he thought of this, Boluogo felt inexplicably ridiculous.
"Then……"
Burlogo continued to say something, but was strongly interrupted by Palmer.
"Stop it! Bologo, stop it!"
Palmer covered his ears with his hands and said nervously, "I'm just a person in power, can I really listen to this?"
Palmer is still aware of the strict information confidentiality level of the Bureau of Order.
Burlogo stared at Palmer as if he were looking at an idiot, "What are you thinking? You are my partner. Isn't it normal to share intelligence?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness dissipated, and a spacious office filled with documents came into view. Bologna and Palmer were the only living people in this office, and the rest were busy Freya.
, they are like hard-working worker ants, processing this huge amount of information.
"here it is……"
"My office," Boluogo raised his finger, and a chair not far away slid directly over. "Sit anywhere you want."
"You still go to the office?"
Palmer sat down slightly cautiously. Everything was completely different from the Boluogo he was familiar with and the familiar past.
"It's a mandatory configuration for the Glorious One," Bologg sat opposite Palmer. "Nathaniel said, since I became the Glorious One, I have to maintain a certain sense of mystery. I can't stay in the special operations team all the time.
Office, otherwise anyone who sees me will bow endlessly."
Burlogo, like Palmer, also hates this life that is gradually becoming unfamiliar, but Burlogo has no room for rejection.
"Speaking of which, you came at the right time today," Boluogo said again. "Even if you don't come to me, I'm going to go find you."
Palmer asked, "Can you help me?"
Bologo did not directly answer Palmer's question, but talked about the previous assistance to Xilin.
"Shortly after the decision-making room planned to assist Xilin, we received an intelligence message from Xilin."
"ah?"
Palmer felt that his conversation with Bologo was becoming more and more bizarre. The Bureau of Order not only wanted to assist a powerful enemy who had committed a blood feud, but this powerful enemy also sent intelligence to the Bureau of Order.
Thinking of this, Palmer sat up straight with a serious look on his face. The only thing that could unite the Bureau of Order and Xilin was huge external pressure. It can be expected that the decisive battle mentioned by Boluogo was not a joke.
"According to the confidentiality regulations of the Bureau of Order, copies of this information are not allowed. Except for the original copy kept in the decision-making room, it can only exist in our minds through memory."
Burlogo pointed to his own head, then to Palmer's.
"You want to repeat it for me in detail?"
"No, that would be too troublesome, and you know I'm not good at talking."
As he spoke, Borogo glanced at Freya, who was following him, and instructed, "I, Borogo Lazarus, authorize this information to be shown to Palmer Clax."
"Fuliya has received the order, and Freya has confirmed the order."
Freya crossed her fingers and hung them naturally in front of her body. The lively expression on her face turned cold, as if she had turned into a stone sculpture in an instant.
Palmer instinctively felt a strong sense of uneasiness. This was a warning from his gift. The next words would be a cruel curse. Anyone who listened would not be able to escape the pursuit of the nightmare.
"When I led my troops near the Pillar of King's Power, I was besieged by several newly promoted Glorymen, and my troops also encountered a large number of enemies."
The "I" in Freya's mouth refers to Xilin. She explained the story from Xilin's perspective, but her tone was like a bystander, indifferent and without any emotion.
"That's a massive number of enemies in the true sense. Their offensive is like a wave of waves. If you kill a hundred, a thousand will appear. If you kill 10,000, a million will come alive. It's endless."
When Palmer heard this, the first thing he thought of was the Legion of the Silent. With the power of immortal division, they could split into a brand new legion as long as they had one breath left.
But judging from Freya's retelling, the scale of this legion was far larger than the speechless ones that Palmer knew.
"These ghosts are not humans, but strange flesh and blood monsters, just like the kind of flesh and blood aberrations often created by the Orangutan Sect.
This situation was expected by me. After all, Beelzebub corrupted the royal family and transformed the pillar of royal power into a blasphemous lair of flesh and blood. It is unexpected to find these flesh and blood aberrations now.
But what really confuses me is that no matter how many times I kill them, they always come back, and I can be sure that there is no flesh-and-blood plague on the battlefield, nor has the extraordinary disaster, the Eternal Corruption, come.
My men were dying, and I was forced to stand on Chifeng. In order to resist their attack, I forcibly controlled the earth and tore out rifts to block the attack. But it was also from these deep rifts that I
Saw unimaginable things.”
Freya's voice paused. When she spoke again, her words changed. Although she still had the same cold tone, this voice was full of evil hoarse whispers, weird and strange.
ring.
"I saw a steady stream of blood dripping from the cross-section of the rift valley, and countless granules waving around like maggots, as if what I tore open was not hard earth, but an extremely huge piece of flesh.
I continued to dig deeper, constantly chipping away at the rocks and mountains. As far as I could see, there was squirming flesh and blood and endless blood. A huge network of blood vessels extended in all directions like the roots of trees, each one deformed.
The flesh and eggs were buried deep in the soil and flesh. They were awakened by my mockery and rushed out of them... They were those monsters, the group of flesh and blood aberrations that had just fought with me.
I know why they are endless and endless. I don’t know when. The familiar ground under my feet has long been replaced by evil flesh and blood, turning into a breeding ground for madness. They suck blood and absorb nutrients. As long as the horn sounds,
, like a dead soul, he dug his own grave and stepped into the battlefield."
As Freya spoke, the calm atmosphere became more and more intense, as if a boiling kettle was making a sharper sound, until her words reached a climax.
"I can't even imagine that the flesh-and-blood earth is limited to the area where I am, or should I say..."
Freya's words stopped abruptly. After a short pause, her expression became alert again. Judging from her reaction, Freya had no idea what she had just said. It was the will of the decision-making room that depended on her.
As a carrier, it reaches here directly.
Palmer looked at Boluogo blankly. He felt that he had just listened to an interesting thriller novel, but he also knew that this was not a thriller novel, but information from Xilin from the front line of the bloody battle.
"As you just heard," Bologo said extremely tiredly, "we have to assume that the entire Kogadel Empire...every part of its territory is completely weaponized."
The blood is like a bursting tide, which has gradually swallowed up everything in the Kogadel Empire since a long time ago.