Boluogo has read many books related to the supernatural, such as "The Theory of Ether" and "Soulology". These books are all without exception.
More or less the same name is mentioned.
King Solomon.
That is the man who is known as the man closest to the "secret source", the scholar who almost touched the truth. He established a sacred city on this ancient land. Countless scholars came here like pilgrims, just to join
This is in the pursuit of the "secret source".
For this reason, the Holy City is also called the City of Scholars. However, in the war sixty-six years ago, the Holy City fell, and the man who best understood the truth of the world also died in his golden palace.
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On this desolate ruins, the Oath City Opos was born.
But Boluogo always had a sense of doubt in his heart. Why here? Why here again?
This is the end of the dispute between the Rhine League and the Kogadel Empire, and it is also the center of the current attack of this group of demons. It is as if this is the gathering place of the ocean currents, and all evil and darkness will eventually flow here.
At the moment when he met the tyrant, Boluogo thought about the connection between the devil and the city. He thought that maybe all these disputes were caused by the existence of these devils.
Devils who feed on desire lurk in this city and control the miserable human beings at will.
Now Bologo realizes that this is wrong. The strangeness of this city is not due to these demons, but because of the mystery of this city, so the demons descended.
This feeling is really wonderful. You are in this mystery and living in this mystery. You are integrated with it, but you can never touch the real side.
"This city is not so weird because of you...you are also attracted by something, right?"
Boluogo stared at the twisted existence in front of him and said...
"Who knows about this kind of thing?"
This was the first time that the tyrant gave such an unclear answer. Hundred Arms put Bologo down and made him sit back on the chair. At the same time, the weird body lowered its head and extended like a python.
, landed in front of Boluogo.
"I have been looking for someone, Mr. Lazarus, since sixty-six years ago."
The smell on you is wrong, you are not him, but Yi is very similar: "Six" - arms fell from all directions, measuring Boluogo's body with his own hands.
"Forget it, I've been waiting for a long time. I don't mind waiting a little longer. Anyway, the deal between you and me has been reached and the connection has been established."
Another crooked arm stretched out, holding a list between its slender nails.
Bologg stretched out his hand to take it, but the moment he touched it, the list burst into flames, burning Bologg's palm. When the fireworks dissipated, one name after another was engraved in it like a tattoo.
Penetrates flesh and blood and penetrates deep into bone marrow.
"It will guide you until dawn."
All the arms were retracted into the darkness, and the hunched and twisted human form returned to normal. The man stood gracefully in front of Boluogo, as if the evil and abominable scene just now was just a false illusion.
"Then, go hunt, Mr. Lazarus, you don't have much time."
The ticking of the hands is about to move in the darkness. As midnight approaches, this will be the deepest moment of darkness.
"Do you know the devil I made a deal with?" Boluogo did not leave immediately. He looked at the name on the palm of his hand and clenched his fist.
The man did not respond. He stood there like a sculpture. From the squirming and twisted snakes, Boluogo could feel a mocking gaze.
"Forget it, if you know it, tell it," Bologg turned around and said coldly, "I will get all of this back one day."
The figure walked on the bloody red carpet, passing through bunches of lights. When Boluogo almost melted into the darkness and stepped into the red phone booth, the man spoke.
"How sad, Mr. Lazarus."
His voice was full of pity, but in Bolog's ears, it was just mockery from above.
"Among you humans, you have such a belief, don't you?
Good people ascend to heaven, and evil people fall into hell.”
The man stepped forward, as if chasing Bologg's steps, following Bologg's mind like a nightmare.
"Mr. Lazarus, you have sold your soul and finally escaped from the mire, but now you have entered it again.
Once again...making deals with the devil.
Aren't you afraid that your soul will fall completely into that hell?"
The scarlet eyes peered into the hearts of mortals. The man wanted to know whether Boluogo was really as strong as he showed, or was he just trying to hold on?
As devils, men are very good at this kind of offensive, finding the flaws in the hearts of mortals. As long as they attack with a moderate force, they will be defeated.
Become a puppet in your own hands.
The departing figure stopped, and Boluogo turned around, a helpless smile appearing on his cold face.
"Are you talking to a debtor about corruption and hell?"
He laughed endlessly as if he had heard some joke.
"It's too late to say these words, tyrant, I don't care about that a long time ago, not to mention that I am an immortal, I will only sink into the mortal world, no matter it is hell or heaven, they will not accept me."
Boluogo spoke loudly about his fallacies.
"What's more, people like me who sold their souls have already committed serious crimes. If they are destined to go to hell, why not commit heinous crimes and become a legend in hell?"
The man's laughter stopped, and he did not expect Boluogo to say such a sentence.
"Or, do you want to say that hell is full of evil people who were killed by me, and they are sharpening their weapons, waiting to torture me forever?"
Boluogo laughed even louder, and the laughter penetrated the darkness and in turn laughed at the devil.
"Isn't this wrong? When they were alive, they avoided me, were afraid of me, and were in awe of me. Will they gain the courage to swing their swords at me after they die and go to hell?"
The man's words sounded childish to Boluogo. He had never even thought that the devil would say such things to him. This was so ridiculous.
"No, they are still afraid, and more and more afraid, they tell each other about the terrible nightmare, the nightmare that sent them to hell.
The nightmare named Borogo Lazarus.
My notorious reputation will be sung in hell, and even evil spirits will fear this name until the depths of hell, and even the chief of sinners will hear my name."
This is like a cold declaration, declaring the eternal anger and the iron law of justice that will never be compromised.
"It's so sad, Mr. Lazarus.
The ghost of revenge who is riddled with anger, there is no soft place in your heart, and the world does not give you any warmth. Maybe you once had it, but it has passed away long ago. Now no one even prays for your fate."
The man still had a sad tone, as if he was sincerely feeling sad for Boluogo.
Boluogo's steps stopped, and he reached out to cover his chest, feeling the touch of the cross under his clothes.
"Someone will pray for me."
"who?"
The man said nonchalantly. In his opinion, this was Boluogo's unwilling self-justification.
"Evil people."
Borlog said kindly.
"The evil people will pray for me in hell, pray that I can live forever, pray that I am invincible, and pray that I will never come to hell...
They know very well that when I arrive in hell, it will be the beginning of another eternal nightmare for them."
This time the man didn't reply. He just stared at Boluogo's figure with his scarlet eyes, and kept staring at him until Boluogo stepped into the red phone booth.
he left.
No one knew what the man was thinking. He returned to the long table and picked up a piece of paper, which contained the design of a Mammon coin. The man had been troubled by the pattern for a while. Fortunately, he now had an idea.
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Picking up a rough coin, the man whispered.
"Beyond life and death, earth and heaven..."
The surrounding darkness rolled and condensed, and when the light returned to the world again, Boluogo saw the familiar streets through the glass.
He is back, returning to Opos from that strange space. In other words, he has never left the city. The space where the tyrant lives must be somewhere in the city.
Before Bologg could leave, a crisp metal sound sounded, and another Mammon coin popped out of the coin withdrawal slot. However, Bologg didn't even look at it this time, and just opened the door and left.
"Hey, Boluogo."
The shouts rang out and the car stopped by the phone booth, as if waiting for Boluogo. The man opened the door and walked out.
"Vika"
Bologna recognized the bartender.
"The boss ordered me to deliver it. Opos is very big and there are many places you have to go tonight," Vika said and handed over a bunch of car keys. "The gas tank is full. You should be able to drive, right?"
"
Boluogo ignored him and asked, "Do you know who your boss is?"
"Is this important? When I was desperate, he was the only one who extended a helping hand, and that was enough." Vika replied calmly.
Boluogo said nothing more, took the car keys and got into the car. The engine roared, and the steel creature came to life, and the hot blood flowed in the cold iron.
"Remember to turn on the radio and there is a small gift. Of course, it does not cost anything."
Vika shouted loudly into the car. He was not sure whether Boluogo heard it. Before Vika could finish speaking, the car jumped out like a wild beast.
Running wildly along the street, like a lion being released back to the grassland.
In the broadcast room, Dudel sat in his familiar position, with tonight's radio script in his hands.
He looked up at the time and saw that there were still a few minutes until the show was broadcast. In the past few minutes, Dudel would carefully read the manuscript or think about what to talk about in the show.
But tonight Dudel didn't think about anything. His mind went blank. He picked up a cigarette and started smoking on his own.
As a professional host, Dudel has always felt that smoking in the sacred broadcast room is an extremely evil and sacrilegious act.
Now Dudel himself broke this dogma. He took big gulps and tried to calm down his emotions, recalling what happened today in his mind from time to time.
Even now he still feels like a dream.
Dudel loves his radio column, but love alone is not enough to maintain it all. The listening rate of the column is not high. After several struggles, Dudel finally lost, and the station decided to stop his column.
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This is the last time that Dudel will host "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers". He wrote the script in despair, preparing to treat tonight as the last carnival, cheering with his audience until dawn, and then be buried in the infinity.
In the known tomb.
All day long, Dudel and his assistant cried and hugged each other, saying heart-wrenching words to each other, as if they were going to die calmly after midnight.
In fact, this description is not wrong, but it has changed from being willing to die in biology to being willing to die in the workplace.
But a phone call a few minutes ago changed the situation.
At that time, Dudel was sitting on the toilet. The assistant pried open the door of the toilet and pulled Dudel, who had not even had time to put on his pants, to the phone.
On the phone, the usually arrogant boss spoke like a well-behaved little boy, comforting Dudel in a soft voice, as if Dudel was his girlfriend in the honeymoon period.
After much persuasion, his boss said to him.
"An anonymous listener has sponsored your radio column. His only request is that you continue to host it and provide some song request services if necessary."
That's it, an anonymous listener spent money to save this column. Dudel didn't know how much the anonymous listener spent, but judging from the fearful attitude of his boss, it must have been an amount that he could not imagine.
According to the assistant, Dudel put down the phone with a dull expression at that time, as if he had heard that he was suffering from a terminal illness, but his expression became wanton and indulgent the next second, as if the terminal illness was just a misdiagnosis by the doctor.
Looking back now, at that moment Dudel felt like a lonely knight on the battlefield a hundred years ago. He was ready to die, but when he turned around, he saw only waving flags on the top of the mountain.
I don't know who gave the order, and the reinforcements were like crazy customers at a supermarket discount, crushing the powerful enemy in front of Dudel.
Midnight has arrived and the bells are ringing.
The light of the microphone changed from red to green. Dudel took a deep breath, tore up the despair-filled manuscript in front of him, and spoke his lines with a laugh.
"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"
Dudel's voice had never sounded smoother, and he almost jumped up in the studio.
"I will accompany you until the end of the world!" He waved his hand, and the broken paper flew like snow, "Rock music will never die!"
The silver-white car was like a sharp sword piercing the night. It roared and crashed down the narrow street. Boluogo grabbed the heavy steering wheel and never let go of his foot on the accelerator. He was a good driver, although
It's been a while since I drove.
Dudel's damn cheers rang out on the radio, and Bologger couldn't help but laugh along with him.
Revenge in the cold night, cheers among strangers.
“Listeners leave a message!”
Dudel followed the instructions on the phone and yelled into the microphone.
"Enjoy the carnival tonight! Mr. Lazarus!"
The list in his hand burned, reflecting one light track after another in Bolog's eyes, guiding the location of all enemies.
The singing on the radio was booming, and the irritable driver also shouted along excitedly.
“No turning back!”
The car crashed through the locked fence, and the guards were knocked down in large pieces before they had time to react. Someone raised his gun, but the car door had already been opened, and the man strode over and pulled the trigger.
"Unstoppable!"
Gunshots rang out, and never-ending singing echoed in the car.