Everyone thought that the fall of the Holy City would be the end of all wars, but in fact, it was just the beginning of another crazy war.
The Kogardel Empire and the Rhenish Alliance continued their fight in the shadows, using the Oath City of Opos as their battlefield and the Sublime Ones as their pawns.
As alchemists study the "secret source", the secret energy is also constantly iterating, just like the weapons that have changed in human history, from stone spears to iron swords, and even to machinery and armor.
A constructed monster whose blood is fuel.
"Brogo, you look a little bad. Are you scared?" Jeffrey looked at Borogo's expression and laughed.
"I thought you would like war, especially such a crazy war. Look at the exquisite sand table in your room."
Jeffrey still remembered Bologg's room, that monotonous, slightly empty room, with the war sandbox placed in the center. Bologg would often stare at it for a long time, accompanied by the exciting rock music.
Like a general eager to go into battle.
In response, Boluogo shook his head and replied calmly, "I'm just curious about that period of history."
Boluogo was also a soldier, but he had no interest in war. He was more curious about that period of history and was driven by his thirst for knowledge.
After hearing what Jeffrey said, Bologo more or less understood why Jeffrey was later transferred to the Logistics Department.
He is a rare veteran who has experienced the secret war between the Sublime Ones. After knowing this, Bologo's eyes towards Jeffrey also changed somewhat.
Jeffrey does not appear to be such a good old man, but time and experience have made him lose his sharp edges. No one can imagine what kind of face this cheerful good man has.
Just like the original chat, Boluogo had always been curious about whether his secret power was what he said.
"It's really bad."
Boluogo sighed, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling, his eyes filled with gray.
"Crazy arms race, two behemoths fighting, secret energy, demons, devils..."
One bad word after another popped up in his mind, and Boluogo realized that the world was like a huge trash can filled with messy things, and now Boluogo had become one of them and had to deal with them all day long.
Accompany.
At least……
At least Bologger won't die.
But is this really good?
The more he understood, the more Boluogo realized that he had been "resurrected from the dead" and had many countermeasures, such as locking himself in a dark cell, encapsulating himself in cement, or even destroying himself in a short period of time.
Kill hundreds or thousands of times.
If you don't have the power to protect yourself, "resurrection from the dead" will just turn yourself into a durable sandbag.
Under endless torture, death is the most perfect answer.
"Don't worry, this world is bad, but it's not that bad. Over the years, we have made rapid progress in the research of secret energy, and we have been trying to create the legendary 'Crowned One'."
Jeffrey comforted Boluogo. As a veteran, Jeffrey still knew the current situation very well.
"As long as we have the 'Crowned One', then the war will end."
Boluogo nodded in understanding. You could hear Jeffrey's awe for the "Crowned One". That was a rank that only existed in imagination. The end of all power was like an absolutely fatal weapon.
As long as the weapon is wielded, even thousands of troops will be wiped out.
"But the King's Secret Sword arrived at this level first?" Boluogo poured cold water on it.
"That's why we were destroyed," Jeffrey said simply and straightforwardly. He seemed to have a very open mind on this aspect. "That's why we bite each other so tightly and there is constant friction."
"A crazy arms race about secret energy. Whoever possesses the 'Crowned One' first will be able to tip the balance of war."
Jeffrey added.
"But the final winner may not be the Order Bureau or the King's Secret Sword. There are other extraordinary organizations in this world, but they are hidden deeper and will not show up easily."
Boluogo showed a curious look, seeing this, Jeffrey continued to explain.
"According to records, alchemists began research on the 'secret source' hundreds, thousands, or even more distant years ago. However, in an era of poor technology, their research progress was slow, but there are still
Some secret societies survived and continue to this day.
At first, these powers were not taken seriously. After all, secret energy itself is also a 'tool' derived from 'technology'. Those secret powers hundreds of years ago were so fragile that they could only barely affect reality.
Compared to swords and cannons, the secret powers at that time were more like the tricks of street performers."
He said contemptuous words, but Jeffrey's tone was very serious.
"But with the deepening of research, the secret energy became more and more powerful. From then on, it was taken seriously again. It was not until the Wrath of the Scorched Earth that both we and the Kogadel Empire realized that conventional power would be difficult to change the situation of the war.
We need some elites, some strength that can easily turn the tide of the war.
At this point, the secret energy began to be militarized, until after the fall of the Holy City, it was completely included in the sequence and became part of the military."
"The Bureau of Order was originally formed by secret societies from the Rhine League. For example, your partner, the Klex family is a famous Sublimation family. Their family began to study hundreds of years ago.
These are also among the founders of the Bureau of Order.
With the strong support of the Rhine League, our "Secret Energy" has developed extremely rapidly. However, compared with this long history, the Bureau of Order is still too young, and there are still many secret societies that are unwilling to join us. They are independent from us.
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"For example, the Monks of Truth?" Bologo asked.
Jeffrey nodded in affirmation.
"Yes, we maintain friendly relations with those independent secret societies, but it is different with the Kogadel Empire. The royal family has commandeered all the secret societies and absorbed their endless years of knowledge. Therefore, the 'King's Secret Sword'
Their accumulation in this area is far better than ours.
And this also led to us being almost defeated seven years ago. The secret power of the King's Secret Sword iterated faster than we expected. They had extremely terrifying power seven years ago. We don't know how they will come back seven years later.
What surprises they brought.”
In this regard, Boluogo had a general understanding of the current situation in the extraordinary world.
The two behemoths use Opos as the battlefield to compete with each other. Beyond the two, there are countless secret organizations wandering around.
From the current point of view, the power of the King's Secret Sword is much stronger than that of the Bureau of Order, but the advantage of the Bureau of Order is that the Bureau of Order currently controls Opos.
It's no wonder that all members of the field department are mobilized. When such an old enemy returns, no matter how vigilant it is, it's not too much.
"Speaking of which, Borogo, will you be free soon?"
Jeffrey thought of something and suddenly asked.
"It's nothing, what's wrong?" Boluo Ge is a real idler.
"I want to take you to see something... I think you have the right to know. This is the basis of our mutual trust."
Geoffrey stood up as he spoke and motioned for Boluogo to follow.
Burlogo did not ask Jeffrey what he wanted to see, but his seriousness could clearly be heard from Jeffrey's tone.
After leaving the lounge, turn left and walk a few steps. Lebius' office is right in front of you.
Jeffrey knocked on the door and then pushed open the office door.
Lebius raised his head and looked at Jeffrey, his eyes noticed Bologg standing behind Geoffrey, Bologg also took the opportunity to look in, and across the desk was Palmer.
This guy didn't notice the arrival of the two people at all. He just stared at the transfer document in front of him, his face full of resentment and grievance, and he even pouted.
He seemed very reluctant to join the Field Service, especially the Special Operations Group.
But again, Palmer's "gift" is just good luck, and more often than not, his good luck turns into bad luck.
Working in the Crow's Nest is fine, but when you come to the field department where the battle is fierce, you might encounter some bad luck. If it's worse, you might just die.
At this time, Boluogo also realized the change in his mentality. He was immortal. Many seemingly serious things did not feel so deeply to him. It may also be that Boluogo blocked his emotions to avoid empathy.
too much.
"What's the matter?" Lebius asked.
"I want to take Bologg to see that thing. He also has the right to know, doesn't he?" Jeffrey pointed to Bologg behind him.
After pondering for a few seconds, Lebius nodded. He raised his hand, and some kind of power was rolling, which was called the power of ether.
The "pass" in Boluogo's arms began to stir, but soon calmed down, when Lebius said.
"Temporary permission has been granted, let's take him there."
This was not given to Jeffrey, but to Boluogo.
Jeffrey waved his hand, closed the door, and left.
Lebius picked up the document and asked Palmer.
"So...do you have any questions about these so far?"
"This was done by Ivan, it must have been done by that bastard!"
Palmer irritably called his uncle by his first name.
"No, I chose you." Lebius said.
"Huh? Why! I've never been on a frontal battlefield!"
"But your grades are excellent. You should learn this kind of thing quickly."
"No, no, I am a debtor! This status is not worthy of trust!" Palmer began to find reasons within himself.
"You are a member of the Order Bureau. It is enough to know this. What's more, our special operations team does not discriminate against debtors."
Palmer was silent for a few seconds and shouted in self-defeat.
"No, no, no, have you ever learned about the mortality rate of your field department? Absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"I'm just here to inform you that the 'Decision Room' has approved your transfer document."
"But...but my 'gift' can easily kill teammates!"
He began to look for reasons from himself. Sometimes once misfortune struck, Palmer himself could not protect himself, let alone his teammates.
"There's no need to worry anymore."
Lebius had a cold face, but Palmer always felt that he was laughing at him. He saw Lebius raise his hand and pointed at the door.
"Have you met Boluogo? He will be your partner in the future."