The golden light was like the warm sun in the morning, caressing Boluogo's face, bringing bursts of warmth.
The man in front of him was like a god, but he was imprisoned in the depths of this dark maze.
Boluogo's breathing began to quicken, and his heartbeat became more intense. He could feel his blood rushing and roaring throughout his body.
All this happened so fast that there was no time to think.
Whether it is the identity of the sword holder of the King's Secret Sword, or the man in front of him, the surname "Kogardel", or the rank he is in, he is the "Glory One" who is illuminated by radiance and holiness.
No matter which identity is released alone, it is a shocking and awe-inspiring existence, but now these identities overlap and become one in the man's body.
As early as when Jeffrey was describing the steps of the Sublime Ones, Boluogo had dreamed of such a day. As his understanding of the extraordinary world deepened, he would eventually reach that magnificent long step.
Those who sublime, those who pray... continue to move forward until they reach the enemy's bottom line, "ascend" to the queen of glory, and even touch the crown of nothingness.
But all this only existed in distant imagination. Boluogo could never have imagined that he would see this legendary existence before he started the implantation ceremony.
The glorious one.
What's a little sad is that he seems to be dead.
Such a sacred existence died like this, and was sealed in a container like a specimen for future generations to appreciate.
"During the secret war seven years ago, Overlord Xilin entered the 'Kenshi' with the King's Secret Sword. Their offensive was like lightning, catching us off guard.
He almost succeeded, completely destroying the Bureau of Order and killing us all...but fortunately we are not that fragile."
There was a bit of hatred in his awed voice. Jeffrey was in awe of the "Glorious One", but he was still an enemy of the Bureau of Order.
"We resisted with all our strength and bought time for support. Immediately afterwards, the 'Glorymen' of the Order Bureau also appeared. They fought against the overlord Xilin. The battle spread and destroyed most of the 'Kenshi' area, and eventually the overlord was defeated.
Xilin beheaded him in the courtyard."
Today's "Kenshi" is just the remains of the war seven years ago. Over the years, it has been healing itself and rebuilding the ruins. However, the war destroyed too much, and everything seems so far away.
"He's too aggressive,"
Boluogo commented that it would not be surprising for even the "Glorious Ones" to meet such an ending after going deep into the enemy's territory.
"No, you haven't experienced that secret war. You can't imagine how powerful he is, Boluogo." Jeffrey shook his head and sighed, "As I said before, the King's Secret Sword is in the iteration of secret energy research.
, far ahead of our Bureau of Order, and Overlord Xilin is the most perfect weapon they have created in the past ten years."
"He single-handedly broke through the heavy defenses of the 'Kenshi', paralyzing several departments. Our 'Glorious Ones' who fought with him were also severely wounded. As for the remaining casualties, they were countless.
number.
He had the confidence to be aggressive, and even said that we have to thank him for his aggressiveness. If he had not carried out such a crazy offensive, but chose to fight steadily, the outcome of the war might have been rewritten. Perhaps the one who was expelled at that time was our Order Bureau.
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At this point, Jeffrey's voice paused, and there was actually a worse ending.
Once the strength of one party's condensers reaches a certain level and breaks the balance of power, then what awaits everyone is another wrath of the scorched earth... with the participation of the condensers, the second wrath of the scorched earth.
Boluogo walked slowly towards the container. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the sealed man.
Its body was in a hugging position, and its head was buried in its arms. With the golden veins and glow bursting out from the body, Boluogo couldn't see his face clearly, and he could vaguely see the closed eyes.
There was light rolling through the gaps between my eyelids.
For some reason, Boluogo had an illusion.
This man...Xilin doesn't seem to be dead, he just...just fell asleep.
"Stop."
The cold voice sounded, like a sharp knife, piercing Boluogo's nerves.
I saw the people in gray clothes all around raised their heads one after another. The thick darkness was rolling under the gray robes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but it was certain that they were watching Boluogo. All the people in gray clothes
In an instant, everyone turned their attention to themselves.
At this time, Bologo was shocked to realize another thing. The monsters sealed here were not only the men in the containers, but also the jailers guarding the containers.
"Feel sorry."
Boluogo said and took back his hand, recalling the strange feeling just now, as if he was possessed...
"Don't worry, Boluogo."
Jeffrey's voice rang out, as if he knew what Burlogo had touched and felt.
"Human beings have a peculiar 'phototaxis' that makes us close to those noble souls, and this is why the Philosopher's Stone affects us. It is the entity of the 'golden soul', and we can't help but desire this."
thing."
Gaze at the golden veins, within which flow the rivers of gold.
"The promotion of a condenser is a process of continuous growth and solidification of one's soul.
The soul determines the body.
In the long process of promotion, our souls will continue to grow, even far exceeding the power of ordinary human souls, so that they will become a philosopher's stone that is close to a living body, full of extraordinary power and the allure of the glow."
Bologo listened, and the soul of the "Glorious One" had reached an unpredictable level, so that the body also possessed the characteristics of a physical soul.
"So, how do I implant it?"
Looking at the floating corpse, Boluogo was doubtful, but he also understood the reason for delaying the implantation ceremony. For such a great being, no amount of preparation could be too much.
Boluogo was a little happy. For this existence to be called an overlord, it was hard to imagine how magnificent his power would be.
strength.
Absolute power.
"Our research on secret energy is inferior to that of the Kingdom's Secret Sword. In order to close the gap, we studied his corpse and tried to reverse the alchemical matrix on his body."
Jeffrey explained that this was also the purpose of asking Boluogo to recover Palmer's body if he died on the previous phone call.
"The soul determines the body, and the veins of the alchemical matrix will also be mapped on the body, so through the body of the condenser, we can reverse the alchemical matrix on his body."
"Did you get his alchemical matrix from his corpse?" Bologo asked.
"Yes, he is the culmination of decades of research on the technology of the King's Secret Sword. During the Secret War, his terrifying power was witnessed by all.
With his death in the battle, the offensive of the King's Secret Sword should have slowed down, but in order to regain his body, they launched several subsequent attacks on the 'Kenshi'.
It is even said that it is not to recapture his body, but to destroy his body and prevent this power from falling into our hands."
Jeffrey stated, and then a slight gloom flashed across his face.
"What followed was very simple. After the Secret War, the sublimation furnace core successfully reversed the power of the Overlord. Unfortunately, although the alchemy matrix was successfully reverse-engineered, several implantation rituals ended in failure.
"
In the previous chat, Jeffrey told Bologo about the risks of the implantation ceremony. It was a sophisticated surgery targeting the soul. A slight mistake could lead to madness and death.
"No one can withstand the power of the Overlord, so it is sealed until you arrive."
Jeffrey said and looked at Bologo, who understood what he meant.
"Because I won't die?"
"More than that, there are many undead like you in the world, and there are even a few in the Bureau of Order." Jeffrey casually mentioned the shocking information, "But those people usually become Sublime Condensers.
The undead who became immortal later had their souls engraved with the alchemical matrix and could not be changed."
"So you chose me, a brand new, undamaged carrier."
Burlogo understood what Jeffrey meant.
"Yes, but now you are one of us, Boluogo. Although Lebius regards you as a tool, I still want to regard you as a 'person'."
Jeffrey glanced at Boluogo, then looked at the body wrapped in light in the container.
"No one has successfully implanted his alchemical matrix, and we know very little about the secret power he possesses, so no one knows what will happen after implantation. You may not die, but you may also
To endure even more crazy torture..."
Everything is unknown, absolutely unknown. The Bureau of Order possesses this crazy secret treasure, but it has no idea what it contains.
It could be crazy wine, or it could be eternal disaster.
Jeffrey's eyes gradually became serious, and he suddenly talked about something else.
"Lebius was not like this before. The secret war seven years ago changed him and all the survivors. He became...more and more extreme. I know his intentions are good, but sometimes
He is still too indifferent."
"The reason why you were transferred to the Logistics Department was also because of Lebius, right? You were once partners, but you can no longer work together."
Boluogo said, he looked at the surprised look on Jeffrey's face, he was not stupid, he could easily guess some things.
One is a guy who manages personnel, and the other is a commander on the front line of the war. There is no sense of strangers between the two, they are like friends for many years, and they don't even need to get along.
This kind of figure is very familiar to Boluogo. He has seen many such figures, and even said that he was once one of them.
Bologna guessed that Lebius took up crutches after the secret war, conceived the special operations team, and was always preparing for another war. Jeffrey lost familiar friends and turned to the logistics to rest.
.
Jeffrey smiled and did not respond to Boluogo's words.
"Then what do you think, Boluogo? Should you usurp the power of the overlord and face the unknown future, or should you choose another, safer path?"
Boluogo didn't hesitate. His sickly white face was illuminated by the light, and he said with a bit of fresh blood color.
"Is there still a choice?"
The blue eyes reflected the outline of the god.
"I am Borogo Lazarus... Lazarus who came back from the dead."
He gave his choice.
What no one noticed was that at the moment Boluogo made his decision, as if the god in the container had heard Boluogo's words, a faint expression appeared on his face made of ice.
's smile.
The closed eyelids trembled slightly, and the light in the gaps flickered, as if they were about to open in the next second.