Since joining the company, Boluogo has experienced many major events, but the only one that left a deep impression on him and will be remembered for a lifetime is the trip to the Happy Park.
On that train, Boluogo witnessed the love story between humans and devils...if that was really a love story.
God, this thing is so ridiculous. Even today, when Bologo recalls it, he still can't help but laugh.
Then sigh.
Sigh the beauty of poetry.
It was also in the series of subsequent events triggered in the Happy Garden that Boluogo witnessed the story of the miracle with his own eyes, and from the miracle of the story, he obtained the weapon that has accompanied him in the fight to this day, the Grudge Bite.
Now, Boluogo came to the Happy Garden again, but unlike the oppressive feeling when he first met, this time the Happy Garden looked scarred and about to collapse.
The entire train seemed to have derailed and gone out of control. It overturned in the sea of scarlet and was wrapped in countless blood-threaded fungi. The sticky, fishy substance adhered to the surface of the metal and corroded wantonly. It devoured the iron and chewed the surface of the carriage.
It is full of potholes and holes.
"Train? How could a train appear here?" Lewan said with a look of astonishment, "There is no railway at all on the ridge of the mountains."
"This is the Garden of Joy," Bologg explained, "Asmod's land in the material world, a moving palace."
Bologo's own ether expanded rapidly. He did not swing his sword or chop an axe. Broken metal fragments were still surrounding him, but the violent ether had carried Bologo's will to kill in all directions.
The dancing branches and hyphae of flesh and blood suddenly stagnated, as if bound by invisible power, they were frozen in mid-air. Then, they expanded at an astonishing speed, as if they were injected with endless anger, and turned into a
A huge piece of meat.
Levan became highly vigilant, clenching his fists, preparing to deal with this anomaly, but when his eyes passed by Boluogo, he found that Boluogo was checking the carriage with a calm face, not paying attention to the changes in flesh and blood.
The next second, during this terrifying expansion, the flesh and blood let out a blood-curdling roar, as if telling indescribable pain. The surface cracked, and thick blood flowed out, exuding a disgusting stench.
When the expansion reached the limit, the surrounding flesh and blood exploded one by one. Each explosion was accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise. Blood and flesh splashed everywhere. The spattered pieces of flesh drew bloody trails in the air, and then hit the ground hard.
.
The entire flesh-and-blood jungle was instantly covered by heavy scarlet rain, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Thousands of bloodshot threads fell, but when they were about to touch Boluogo, they were blocked by an invisible barrier, as if they fell on completely transparent glass, and could only gather together feebly, flowing and ticking.
Looking at the overturned carriage at this time, the flesh and blood wrapped on it had been torn apart by the explosion just now, even the flesh and blood within a few meters of the carriage.
Lewan was stunned and asked, "Is this your secret power?"
"Um."
Boluogo replied calmly, and the power of control continued to suppress the flesh and blood of the entire area, creating a safe vacuum zone.
Lewan continued to ask, "What is your relationship with Overlord Xilin?"
"Oh?" Boluogo looked at Levan with a little surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
"This absolute power of control. According to intelligence, only Xilin has such power among the contemporary Glorious Ones," Lewan hesitated for a moment, then continued, "But there are some differences between the two of you."
"Your information is out of date, Levan, don't think about it anymore."
Bolog's power indeed comes from Overlord Siren, to be precise... from Leviathan.
Although there is no conclusive evidence, through the guidance of many evidences and the tracing of Xilin's life, a vague story has arisen from the heart of Bologo a long time ago.
Xilin was Leviathan's debtor and received the alchemical matrix given by Leviathan. Later, this alchemical matrix was copied by the sublimation furnace core and implanted into Boluogo's body.
The two of them used the same alchemy matrix, but they chose completely different paths in their tendencies. Xilin was extremely broad and blunt. The power of control he released was vast beyond ordinary people's imagination.
You can easily distort the terrain in the area.
Boluogo has embarked on an infinitely narrow path. The field of his secret power itself is not vast, and the scope is basically the same as that of the defender. Moreover, Boluogo cannot move mountains and reclaim seas like Xilin.
But the difference is that Boluogo's power is extremely precise. He can penetrate deep into invisible places in Xilin, such as under the body and deep into the soul...
key.
Boluogo feels that his secret power is like a key, which can open invisible doors and enter places that ordinary people cannot enter.
Deep in the secret source, within the essence of the devils...
The blood was dripping endlessly, and everything he could see was scarlet. Bologg stood on the overturned carriage. Under the blood stains was the rusty metal, with many small holes corroded.
"This is only a part of the Garden of Joy," Bologeau concluded, "and this part has lost its transcendent character."
The Happy Park looks like a train on the outside, but inside each carriage there is a huge space that far exceeds what is seen on the outside, just like an infinitely expanded room.
But now these carriages are just like ordinary carriages. The iron doors are kicked open, and the messy interiors are clearly visible. Except for some residual crazy and noisy accidents, Boluogo can't feel anything in this pile of debris, even
The unique charming sound of the Happy Garden also disappeared, leaving only the roar of flesh and blood around it.
"It looks like Asmod and Beelzebub just had a battle here."
Boluogo looked down at his abdomen. The dark umbilical cord had solidified, leading to the end of the flesh and blood jungle.
Following the guidance of the umbilical cord, breaking through the flesh and blood in his path, Bologger didn't care whether Lewan caught up with him or not, and whether he could understand his words.
As if telling it to himself, Boluogo said to himself, "This should be an attack initiated by Asmode. She led the Happy Garden to invade in a large scale, but it is obvious that Asmode underestimated
She lost the power of Beelzebub, but was suppressed by her and fell into a disadvantage."
"Why do the two devils want to fight on the ridge of the mountains?" Levan asked tentatively, "We have always been indifferent to the world."
"Yes, since you have nothing to do with the world, why do you want to get involved and set up another strong enemy?" Boluo Ge agreed, "If I were the devil, I would never care about you secluded families.
It is to concentrate your energy and defeat the major forces in the material world one by one. When their cities disappear in the fire, even if you want to resist, it will be in vain."
Levan fell silent, and Boluogo followed his words and launched a new round of criticism against the Qunshan family. Levan wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to defend himself. Even if Levan was completely angered, he didn't
France and Bologg started fighting. It was obvious that Levan couldn't defeat Bologg.
"So, why did you have to suffer this unreasonable disaster?" Boluogo felt that Levan was a bit stupid.
Lewan thought about it, "What do you think is..."
"The frozen thing," Boluo Ge said, "We are not sure what it is, but as the ultimate secret of your Mountain Family, let's regard it as the target of the devils for the time being."
"Devils fighting over something frozen?"
"I don't know, but... we will know the answer right away."
Boluogo crushed away the last piece of flesh and blood, and the boundless ice field came into view. They successfully fought through the Scarlet Sea, but what awaited them was not the celebration of victory, but the beginning of another battle.
On the flat ice sheet, the remaining main bodies of the Happy Park were lined up sideways. A raging fire was ignited on the locomotive. The doors of all the remaining carriages were wide open. Asmodeus's twisted collections were rushing out of them, but
They did not escape from this terrifying train, but collided with bloodthirsty flesh and blood aberrations.
Two twisted monster waves collided violently on the ice sheet, making a deafening roar.
Asmodeus's collection is full of abominations. Their bodies are twisted, some resemble giant bats with sharp claws and fangs, and others resemble crawling snakes with their bodies covered in scales.
, with a snake letter spitting out of his mouth.
They tore at each other with Beelzebub's flesh and blood aberrations. In the brutal battle where flesh and blood flew everywhere, the monster's body was continuously hit hard, the flesh and blood were torn, and the internal organs flowed out. Their eyes flashed with fierce light, and their mouths uttered shrill screams.
roar.
As the battle progressed, the monster's body gradually collapsed and turned into pieces of flesh and bones. The flesh and blood spattered on the ground, forming patches of sticky mud.
There are no winners or losers, just endless killing and destruction.
After just watching for a moment, Boluogo judged the situation on the battlefield. Although Asmod's collections can rely on the protection of Chaos and Joy to exchange their injuries for a steady stream of power, they can't be controlled by Beelzebub's infinite
Under the endless waves of dead and alive flesh and blood, the collection monsters are like fallen leaves in the waves. Even though they have super strength, they are still blocked by the human sea tactics.
They were tightly suppressed near the train, and as time went by, the collection monsters gradually suffered casualties, and their defeat was only a matter of time.
Outside the wave of monsters, further away from Boluogo, two forces of madness confront each other. The majestic ether is ruthlessly convoluted, and thunder and storms shine continuously.
Two slender shadows are looming in it, and that is the core of the battlefield, the key to victory or defeat.
"Kill them all?"
Seeing Boluogo's eagerness to try, Levan asked, he was still capable of dealing with the monsters in front of him.
Boluogo said, "No, only kill those flesh and blood aberrations and let go of the collection monsters."
"What?"
"Those collection of monsters belong to Asmodeus, the witch of pleasure, and this batch is obviously Beelzebub's."
Boluogo took a deep breath and said tiredly, "I do hate the devil, but sometimes when necessary, we have to protect the devil."
"Asmod's power has long since fallen apart. She doesn't have much power. Once she is killed by Beelzebub and seizes power and original sin, the situation will only get worse," Bologo asked rhetorically, "Can you
Do you understand me?"
"Maintaining the balance of the devil's power?"
"almost."
Lewan's breathing became rough. His home had just been destroyed by the devil, and now he was asked to protect the devil. This was a difficult choice, but he still answered.
"Okay, I know, what about you? What are you going to do?"
"Me?" Bologg walked towards the core of the devil's war, "I want to help Asmodeus, even though that bastard tortured me for a while."
Before all this started, Asmodeus had a war with Belphegor. After the war, both sides suffered heavy losses and could not help but become weak.
Belphegor's Unbound Poetry Society fell apart, with only a few poets still loyal to him. The country was surrounded by squatters, and his chosen ones were controlled by everyone. Even he himself was under house arrest in the House of the Rising Sun.
This sounds miserable, but in the current situation, these layers of imprisonment are actually a kind of protection for Belphegor. As for Asmode, this is completely different.
Asmodeus's power has not weakened like that of Belphegor, but compared with other devils, her power is undoubtedly no longer able to participate in this dispute game, not to mention that in the event of reality shattering, the Zongge Orchestra continued to
Suffered a blow from the Bureau of Order.
Belphegor and Asmodeus are both at the bottom of the devils. If Mammon and Beelzebub want to imitate Leviathan and swallow up the power of retelling and original sin, then they are good targets.
No... Belphegor has always been protected by the Bureau of Order, and the most suitable target is Asmodeus.
Boluogo guessed in his heart, "Is this actually a hunting for Asmodeus?"
While he was thinking, Boluogo had already jumped up high. He left Levant where he was, crossed the tide of monsters, and entered the territory where the two demons were fighting.
In an instant, the noisy breath of chaos rushed towards his face, and Bologo landed firmly. The power of the devils stirred in the air, and darkness filled the air, almost completely blocking the light of the etheric realm.
It was like stepping into a blasphemous place forgotten by the world. The surrounding area became darker and darker, as if it was about to be swallowed up by endless darkness.
In this darkness, there seemed to be countless abominable creatures hidden. They roared in low voices and made creepy laughter. Violent vibrations came from time to time. It seemed that there were some huge creatures struggling and stirring in it.
The air is full of chaos and uneasiness, as if a new disaster is brewing every moment, the order tends to chaos, nothing is safe, and anyone can become the next victim, whether it is Boluogo or
The devil himself.
Boluogo looked calm. This was not the first time he had been involved in the devil's incident. He picked up his sword and ax and strode forward.
…
"You want to devour me? You're too naive!"
In the chaotic darkness, Asmodeus sneered loudly, and the laughter twisted and changed, turning into a screaming sound wave that swept forward.
Beelzebub's upper body broke into countless scarlet fragments in the sound waves. But before the blood could fall to the ground, a large capillary-like net bloomed, catching all the flesh and blood fragments in one fell swoop, and then reshaped it at a speed visible to the naked eye.
with Beelzebub's body.
A burst of laughter sounded.
"What's so naive about this? My blood relative."
Beelzebub's expression was aloof. In her eyes, Asmodeus was no different from a corpse.
"Look at you now, how embarrassed you are?"
Beelzebub looked down at Asmode with distress. Unlike himself who was still perfect, Asmode was now naked, with his smooth and white limbs fully exposed, and his body surface glowed with a pure white halo.
Asmodeus's body is so beautiful, as elegant as a white plaster statue. She should be stored in the exhibition hall, but unfortunately, this white body suddenly has many dark holes, which are densely packed like
It was like a honeycomb, with no flesh visible and no blood flowing out. Only a faint black aura slowly overflowed.
"Pitiful."
Beelzebub lowered his head. There were several broken bodies lying on the cold ice. They seemed to have been dead for a while. Their bodies were frozen and their blood had solidified. The ether contained in them had not yet dissipated.
Exuding pure light.
"Don't you feel bad that these glorious men and defenders died like this?" Beelzebub crushed the dead man's face with his foot. "There are not many chess pieces like this."
"It won't be easy for you either..."
Asmodeus countered, but now it seems that her words seem a bit pale.
"Me? We are different in size between you and me. You only have a group of masochists, but I have an entire empire to support me." Beelzebub looked at the corpse lying at Asmod's feet. The flesh and blood on the corpse
He squirmed feebly, "I can still bear this loss."
The battle between the two sides has been going on for some time. Both the Glory Warriors and the Defenders have suffered certain losses, but these losses are just an added bonus. What really determines the outcome is the outcome between the two devils.
The situation is clear, and Beelzebub has the absolute advantage and initiative.
"Why, aren't you going to give up?" Beelzebub frowned, "Your evil in this world has been wiped out with Belphegor's, and the only chess piece you have is the possessed chosen one. If I
Kill her..."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Asdermo said fiercely, "If I die, will this body, her, have any meaning in existence?"
"Too."
A smile filled Beelzebub's face again. She slowly raised her hand and put her fingers together. Pale bones separated from the body surface. Covered in layers, her entire palm turned into a sharp and long bone blade.
.
"Then I... will behead you myself!"
Beelzebub arrived in front of Asmodeus in an instant, raised his bone blade high, and aimed at Asmodeus' neck to chop it off.
Asmodeus stared at Beelzebub, sticky tar overflowing from the dense holes in her body. She knew that her body, the chosen one, could not be saved. Although losing the chosen one was a heavy blow, the only way to show it now was
Only with her true attitude can she have a slight chance of winning.
Suddenly, a new etheric reaction suddenly descended into the darkness. Beelzebub remembered this etheric reaction, and hesitated for a moment before slashing with the bone blade. Then, the sharp wind covered Beelzebub.
"It came so quickly."
Beelzebub's eyes wandered around, and finally fell back on Asmodeus. She tried to continue swinging the bone blade, but the pain was long overdue, and Beelzebub's arm was completely broken.
Disappear.
"It's okay. If you hadn't delayed me for a while, I should have been able to do it faster."
Boluogo stood in front of Asmodeus, turned his head and said helplessly, "I never thought that one day I would have to protect the devil."
Asmod's eyes were full of surprise. She did not expect that Bologg would suddenly arrive, let alone that Bologg would be on her side.
"I forgive your offense."
Asmodeus gasped and stood up straight, the hazy and dark mist wrapped around her, covering her body.
Boluogo said unceremoniously, "Don't be so anxious to forgive me. Maybe after I deal with her, I will kill you in turn."
If it weren't for maintaining the balance between the devils, Bologo would have killed them both together, if he had the ability.
Asmodeus whispered the name, "Bologo..."
Boluogo took a few steps back and stood side by side with Asmode, "What should I call you? Asmode or Cinderella?"