The afternoon setting sun hung in the sky, as if aware of the changes in the world. The light was no longer the warm golden yellow it usually had, but seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.
The sun shines through the clouds and dapples on the ground, mixing with the blood that has not yet dried up, shrouding it in a bloody and depressing atmosphere, whispering about the tragic events that just happened.
Boluogo was in the shadow of the street corner, sitting on a stone pillar by the roadside. At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes drooped weakly, showing exhaustion.
"If I didn't know what happened here, I would have thought you had been in a serious traffic accident."
Palmer stood next to Bologg. He knew that this was a very serious scene, and he was also a defender. He should maintain the demeanor of a big shot, but when he opened his mouth, he still couldn't help but joke.
"Oh my god, Burlogo," Palmer frowned, "It's like you were run over by several garbage trucks, and all these drivers, without exception, hit and run. The forensic doctors will cry when they see you.
"
Boluogo's rigid face relaxed slightly and he couldn't help laughing.
Heck, it's really hard for Bologna to resist Palmer's fantastic metaphor.
As Palmer said, at this time Bologo looked as if he had just experienced a serious car accident, and his clothes were in tatters and soaked with blood.
There were also blood stains on his face and exposed skin, most of which had dried up. With every movement, it wrinkled and cracked, like a sunburn, with pieces of reddish-brown powder falling off.
The whole person felt like he had been fished out of a pool of blood.
Boluogo looked miserable, but his enemy was even worse.
"Wow, this is even more unlucky."
Palmer looked ahead, at the huge corpse in the middle of the intersection, and asked, "Have you ever seen a beached whale?"
"I haven't seen it before," Boluogo shook his head, "What's wrong?"
"I saw it several times when I was a kid," Palmer said. "On the coast next to the windy highlands, a few stray whales would sometimes wash up. If they were found in time, they could be sent back to the sea. If they were found late, they would be sent back to the sea.
It turned into a giant corpse bomb."
Palmer continued, "After decomposing for a period of time, some wonderful chemical reactions occurred inside the body, and then with a 'boom' sound, it exploded into a piece of rotten flesh."
Burlogo enjoyed his chat with Palmer, even if it was full of nonsense and devoid of any nutrition.
"So? Does this have anything to do with it?"
"It doesn't matter...but the whale part does matter," Palmer returned to his exaggerated tone. "It's like a giant whale that encountered a car accident, or a pile-up of car accidents, at least dozens of garbage trucks.
And the tanker truck ran over it, and it was still going at full speed."
Palmer pumped his fist and complained, "Damn it, none of these drivers hit the brakes!"
Bologg looked at Palmer seriously, and Palmer looked at Bologg seriously. After silently counting the seconds, Bologg was the first to laugh.
The buildings and trees in the distance looked particularly desolate under the bloody sunlight. Their shadows were stretched out and projected onto the blood-covered ground. Everything seemed to be dyed with sadness and despair...
Except these two people.
It is difficult to describe them with words such as optimism and good attitude. Perhaps their brain circuits are indeed a little, a little, a little weirder than normal people.
The logistics staff passing by heard Boluogo's laughter, looked at him suspiciously, and then walked away silently.
Malik didn't know Bologo. He had only worked in the Bureau of Order for a short time, and he was a logistics clerk. Bologo's famous name had not yet reached his ears.
The streets were deserted and solemn, and police cordons were stretched out everywhere like spider webs, criss-crossing, tightly blocking the huge corpse lying in the middle of the road.
On the periphery of the cordon, rows of shielding boards were quickly erected. They were tall and solid, completely blocking the tragedy inside. When the wind passed by, the shielding boards swayed gently in the wind, making a low whimpering sound.
Malik took a deep breath and looked up at the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. Several vague figures suddenly appeared there. They were all field staff occupying the commanding heights and alert to the overall situation.
Now that residents in the entire area have been urgently evacuated, the once lively neighborhood has become deserted. There is an indescribable heaviness and depression in the air, as if even time has stopped in this area.
Malik's eyes slowly lowered and looked at the source of all this.
It was a huge, deformed corpse, roughly laid out in the middle of the intersection. The body was twisted and huge. Even though most of the flesh and blood had been peeled off and crushed, it still filled the streets.
The monster's skin was morbidly pale, and its surface was covered with dense scars, large and small, of varying depths. It was hard to imagine how much torture and pain it had suffered before it died.
The end of the body has been completely charred, turning into a pitch-black wreckage. Occasionally, a faint fire can be seen smoldering deep in the flesh, like a will-o'-the-wisp from hell, jumping and flickering.
The sharp spine is exposed, and each section is clearly visible. On a certain spine, a dark sharp sword is unexpectedly embedded.
The sword was deeply embedded in the flesh and bones, leaving only the cold hilt and half of the sword outside.
There was a disgusting fishy smell in the surrounding air. Malik put on a gas mask and looked forward from the end of the monster's corpse.
Roughly speaking, Malik's function can be regarded as a forensic doctor, but he not only dissects and examines human corpses, but also the corpses of many monsters produced by the devil.
"Well……"
Malik's eyes paused, and a strong feeling of nausea came to his heart. He tried hard not to vomit...at least not into the gas mask.
After a spasm in his abdomen, Malik's condition recovered a lot, and a little fog rose on the mirror in front of him.
Feeling disgusted by the corpse is obviously unprofessional, but for Malik, this is also something he can't do. Theoretically speaking, Malik is not actually a professional.
To be precise, Malik is an intern.
A month ago, Malik was still in the secret university, learning knowledge about the extraordinary world. According to his original life trajectory, after completing his studies this semester, Malik will rarely return to his hometown and rest for a while.
The original plan was like this.
With the expansion of the Bureau of Order's enrollment, the secret universities established by the Rhine League and dedicated to the Bureau of Order have carried out policy reforms one after another. One of the policies that allows college students to directly go to the Bureau of Order for internships has successfully attracted Malik from returning to his hometown.
I cut it off on the train and sent it here.
It must be admitted that although Malik was full of yearning for the mysterious Bureau of Order, what really made him give up his vacation and devote himself to it was adding such an internship experience to his resume before graduation.
With this internship experience and his excellent academic performance, Malik felt that he should be able to successfully join the Sublimation Furnace Core and become a scholar.
After calming down, Malik continued to examine the huge corpse in front of him.
In the middle part of the monster's corpse, the scars were like winding cracks, spread over the pale and twisted skin, and every part looked hideous and terrifying.
What surprised Malik was that there were wooden thorns running through several of the wounds.
Malik looked around in confusion. In the entire block, except for a lot of shattered glass along the way, there was no other damage. The street trees were neatly arranged, and even the fences were not damaged.
So where do these wood thorns come from?
These wooden thorns came from nowhere and penetrated the monster's body mercilessly. They were densely packed, as if they were covered with arrow feathers and spearheads.
In the most conspicuous wound, a huge piece of wood nearly one meter wide was deeply embedded in the monster's body. This piece of wood penetrated from one side of the wound, pierced the monster's internal organs, and penetrated from the other side.
When he came out, the skin and tissue around the wound had been deformed by the wood and swollen into a dark red color.
Based on the professional knowledge he learned in college, Malik can be sure that the first scene of the battle is not here.
"How weird."
Malik said to himself and continued to look forward.
The front end of the monster's body is horrifying, and the flesh is covered with rugged and skinny human bodies. They seem to be swallowed up by the monster's flesh and blood and become one with it.
These human bodies were completely naked without a single hair. Most of their bodies were broken into pieces. Broken limbs and remains could be seen everywhere. Some had lost their hands and the fractures were bloody and bloody. Some of their heads were missing, leaving only empty necks.
, and even worse, it was directly cut in half, with only half of the body left crumbling on the monster's body.
Like a lion's mane, they circled around in circles. When Malik came to the front, the eye-catching scarlet color came into view.
Malik couldn't help but hold his breath.
The monster's body and head were cut open abruptly, and the cross-section was terrifying. The skin and flesh on the edges were completely rotten, and flesh residue was everywhere.
Staring at the terrifying scarlet textures, Malik could imagine the terrifying sound produced when cutting.
The monster's head rolled to the side, completely collapsed on the spot, and turned into a large piece of rotten meat. That rotten meat seemed to be very important. The instructor in charge of Malik's internship immediately rushed to the scene.
He gathered around the piece of rotten meat and poked it with tools from time to time.
In addition, Malik discovered another thing.
On the ground between the torso and the head, in the pools of dried blood, a blood-soaked hand ax was slashing into the ground and standing upright. It was it that cut off the monster's head.
Such a small blade, such a big body...
Malik froze on the spot, a cruel picture appeared in his mind for no reason,
A man was holding an ax, standing on top of this huge piece of flesh. He was like a lumberjack, swinging the ax blade repeatedly, like chipping away at the rock, bit by bit, bit by bit...
Completely chop off this huge piece of flesh and blood bit by bit!
An inexplicable heat rose from Malik's heart, hitting his chest repeatedly, and his heart beat strangely and violently, making a thumping sound.
Malik walked towards the ax as if possessed.
"what are you up to?"
A familiar voice entered Malik's ears. Malik turned his head blankly, and his mentor's eyes came into view through the gas mask.
After a brief daze, Malik's cloudy eyes became clear. He looked at the blood-stained hand ax in horror and quickly took a few steps back.
The instructor supported him and led Malik to a safe area. Malik took off his gas mask and breathed heavily.
"I...I seem to be affected by that axe."
Big drops of sweat fell from Malik's collar. He is currently just an ordinary person and has no ability to resist extraordinary power. Therefore, he is interning in the logistics department instead of sublimating the furnace core.
The black sword and the blood axe, it seemed that it was these two weapons that completely killed this monster.
"The influence is normal," the instructor said. "That ax is a contract object. It is a very dangerous contract object. You'd better stay away."
Contract object?
Malik had learned this kind of thing in books, and also saw a few harmless contract objects in the school display cabinet. He took the water bottle handed by his instructor, raised his head and drank most of it to calm down his breath.
"What on earth is going on?" Malik looked at the body behind the cordon. "This thing seemed to appear out of thin air and hit the street."
"Just as you thought, it appeared out of thin air," the instructor said, who was much more experienced than Malik. "Do you remember what you learned in class? It came through the rift in the winding path."
"Warping crack? No wonder."
Malik nodded, which made sense for the various anomalies on the corpse.
"But...it's just a monster," Malik said and looked around, "Is it necessary to make such a big show of it?"
Although Malik's working time is short, he has also handled several scenes, and he also got to know a few of the field staff who traveled with the logistics staff.
At present, many field staff surrounded the place, and Malik also saw several people with authority among them. For an intern like him, believers are out of reach, let alone those with authority.
or.
If this monster were still alive, it would deserve such attention, but now it is just a corpse.
"With a lot of fanfare?" The instructor was amused by Malik, and then he realized, "Yes, you are an intern and you don't know what it is."
"Confidentiality policy?"
It seems that this monster is very important, but I don't deserve to know its confidentiality level yet.
"According to the previous confidentiality regulations, you really don't deserve to know. No, you shouldn't even be here," the instructor said unceremoniously, "but this time it's different."
"what is the difference?"
"The decision-making room does not intend to keep this matter secret. Instead, it wants to treat it as a case and announce it to everyone and all forces," the mentor said, patting Malik on the shoulder, "You are lucky, Malik, to be here to witness it.
"
After hearing this, Malik's expression gradually became serious, and he vaguely realized what was happening here.
After swallowing, Malik asked carefully, "Who is this monster?"
"This is a scourge in this world," the instructor said with a calm face. "It is a subordinate of one of the seven devils, Mammon of Greed."
When he said this, the instructor's expression became serious. He seemed to be trying to maintain his inner peace. He looked at the huge and bloated corpse. It was obviously dead, but his body still trembled from time to time.
"You should know what evil is in this world, right?" The instructor lit up a cigarette and puffed away, "I remember that the decision-making room has unblocked relevant information in recent years, and you should have learned from it."
As the Bureau of Order digs into the secrets of the devil and the etheric realm, many extremely secret knowledge in the past have now been unlocked one by one. Only by understanding the enemy can we defeat the enemy, instead of protecting everyone with ignorance.
"The evil in this world..."
Malik's heart suddenly contracted, and an indescribable sense of panic burst in his heart.
This name seemed like a curse. Just listening to it made his soul tremble. He couldn't control his thoughts and couldn't help imagining that terrifying existence, following him like a shadow, invading his consciousness pervasively.
"The evils in this world... Of course I know the evils in this world," Malik's voice trembled, "He fell from the glorious one, completely became a slave of the devil, and became the physical incarnation of the disasters in the world."
Malik's internal organs seemed to be tightly grasped by cold iron hands. Fear overflowed from it and quickly spread throughout his body. He could feel the cold fear flowing in every vein of his body, like countless little snakes.
Wandering around inside his body, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
"Every evil in this world has a certain degree of demonic authority, and its own power is enough to rival the Glorious Ones... No, it should be said that their power far exceeds the ordinary Glorious Ones. They are simply living and moving bodies.
Extraordinary disaster.”
Malik recited the words in the textbook, his teeth chattering slightly, fear seeping from every pore of his body, turning into a fine layer of cold sweat, soaking his skin.
In the final analysis, Malik is just an ordinary person. He stands on the edge of the extraordinary world and looks up with all his strength, but he can barely catch a glimpse of the figures of those who pray for faith and those who bear power.
That is the limit of Malik's cognition. For him, the further defenders are just legends that exist in rumors, and the glorious ones are even more unattainable.
Now, an existence that surpassed the defenders and was glorious appeared. It died tragically on the street, with its body at the mercy of others... I had even touched its huge body just now.
"You remember the knowledge well," the instructor nodded, then handed a cigarette to Malik, "Take a sip, it can relax your nerves a little."
The instructor threw down the cigarette butt and lit a second cigarette. "It doesn't matter. When I got the news a few hours ago, my reaction was similar to yours...I should be worse than you. I
I was injected with some medicine, so I can stand here calmly and preside over the scene."
After coughing twice, the instructor looked at the ash on the ground beside his feet and then explained.
"This monster is called the Throat of the Abyss. It has extremely terrifying devouring power and the ability to freely open winding cracks."
Malik nodded stiffly while listening. In fact, he couldn't listen to his mentor's words. His mind was filled with the horror and evil of the Throat of the Abyss. This is a god-like existence in the true sense.
"How to describe its horror? It is not only comparable to the power of moving mountains and reclamating seas, destroying cities and tearing apart countries," the instructor continued, "its existence is like an invisible shadow, and its power
The master, together with the devils, has been hanging over the heads of all mankind for a long time, making it impossible for people to escape from its shadow."
The instructor described the horror of the Throat of the Abyss with all his words. Every word he spoke was like heavy bricks, laying on Malik's chest piece by piece, oppressing him endlessly.
Dead silence fell between the two of them, neither of them spoke, as if savoring the horror and horror, until a few minutes later, the mentor's cigarette burned out again. He did not take out a new cigarette.
The instructor looked at Malik and showed a cruel smile, "No matter how terrifying the Throat of the Abyss is, it is still dead."
Malik's body trembled inexplicably, and he realized the fact belatedly. He was actually afraid of a dead body, but he never thought about killing it, and what kind of existence it would be.
The black sword blade and the blood-stained hand ax emerged from his mind, splitting Malik's thoughts.
Just listen to the instructor continue to preach.
"Bologo's battle with the Throat of the Abyss started from the ridges of the mountains in the north. While constantly traveling through the winding paths and cracks, Bologo crossed the snowfields, crossed the wilderness, passed through the primeval forests, and immersed himself in the deep giant lakes.
...Bologo traveled across thousands of kilometers and finally killed the Maw of the Abyss here."
Just recalling this experience in words, the instructor still felt inexplicably excited, as if he was witnessing a magnificent epic.
"Bologo?"
Malik noticed the name of the person. It sounded like he was the one who killed the Throat of the Abyss. At the same time, he was also the master of the sword and axe.
"Bologo?"
Malik repeated again. The name sounded familiar to him. He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it specifically.
The instructor was a little surprised, "Don't you know who Boluogo is?"
Malik frowned. He really couldn't remember who the name was. "Do I need to know who he is?"
The instructor said, raising his hand and pointing into the shadows of the street.
"Bologo Lazarus is an immortal and a new Glorious One of the Bureau of Order. Theoretically speaking, he should be the most powerful Glorious One in the world. Of course, he was also the one who killed the swallow with his own hands.
Throat of the Abyss, single-handedly."
The instructor then joked, "Malik, you are a bit ignorant."
Malik held his breath and looked in the direction of his mentor's finger in shock.
In the shadows of the street, Boluogo sat on a stone pillar. He didn't know what joke Palmer told. He tried his best to lower his voice, but his faint smile still kept ringing.
Just like Malik had just seen him.
Palmer got a folding chair and sat carelessly beside Bologna. In the pool of blood under the two of them, there were several bottles of drinks and many snacks, and biscuit cans were piled up.
This is what Palmer just took out from the shop on the street. This is not considered stealing. Palmer has put the change on the counter, if the shopkeeper can receive it.
The two people were so incompatible with this tragic scene and their superior status, they were almost like a group of spectators watching the accident.
After a muffled sound, Boluogo tore open the package of potato chips, grabbed a large handful, and clicked. I don't know what he said again, and Palmer leaned back with laughter.
"The one covered in blood is Burlogo," the instructor explained promptly. "The one next to him is Palmer Clerks. Yes, that's the rumored one, the heir to the Clerks family."
Palmer opened a bottle of drink and drank it in one gulp.