After leaving the mine, Boluogo went straight to the wandering fork road. He was as familiar with this place as a local snake. He followed the air corridor to the building complex that grew on the cliff like a huge tumor. The narrow and dark streets revealed
There was a bit of coldness.
There were very few pedestrians on the road. Everyone lowered their heads and moved forward in silence. The crooked windows along the street were covered with wooden boards, and the alleys were surrounded by wooden fences. This reminded Boluogo of what he did during the war.
The fortifications built by the city.
Now, Wandering Fork Road is in a period of war, a long and silent war. Everyone is terrified, holding the Mammon coins engraved with the mercury symbol in their hands, praying in a low voice that the evil spirits will not come to their door.
Bologo lowered the brim of his hat. He was no different from ordinary pedestrians, but unlike their fear, Bologo only had a twisted and morbid pleasure.
A low and hoarse voice sounded from under the brim of the hat, "I have fulfilled my promise, Mammon."
Boluogo once swore to Mammon that he would become a legend in the world of evil. Now he has done it. He turned his head and looked at the other buildings hanging on the cliff. On the air corridors connecting each other, one body after another was being hung.
A nearly dried corpse.
They were once revered guys on the wandering roads, in charge of smuggling and human trafficking. Many people knelt at their feet, praying for mercy. But now they have lost their lives, and their bodies are covered with traces of torture, and then they were brutally killed.
Hang to death.
No one dared to let them down, because it was done by evil spirits, and the corpses were like deterrents, alerting everyone.
Bologo's memory of that battle is still clear. These people are rare demons who have been promoted. The most powerful among them is the demon of the first believer. His secret power can make his body as hard as steel.
And spread this hardening through the ether, making his weapons strong and sharp.
The iron wall made of ether failed to stop Boluogo, and the resentment bite easily tore through his ether flow and split the iron wall-like body.
Palmer followed behind Boluogo. Because Boluogo acted ruthlessly and rarely left anyone alive, Wandering Fork Road had very little information about the evil spirit, let alone his identity and appearance.
The two disguised themselves very well, just like ordinary pedestrians, but Palmer had some strange emotions in his heart. With Bologg by his side, he sometimes felt that the two of them were like the kings of this dark world.
Okay, just kidding, they are not really kings yet, at most they are lords who have gained some power and prestige, and now they want to meet the real king.
Looking up, a tall building rises from the grotesque concrete tumor. Countless cables are wrapped around it, forming a dark and huge suspended bird's nest, but it is more like a bird's nest than a bird's nest.
It is a spider web that covers the entire Great Rift.
"You can wait for me outside."
Burlogo said to Palmer that unlike him, Palmer was not that receptive to the devil.
"It's okay," Palmer shook his head, "You have to get used to working."
Boluogo said nothing more and took Palmer directly into the Spider Web Bar. Different from the lively atmosphere in the past, the Spider Web Bar seemed much deserted, with only a few scattered people sitting in the shadows.
The neon lights were shining randomly, but they couldn't bring up the ups and downs of emotions. Instead, they created a sense of loneliness.
The bartender Vika was as usual. He stood behind the bar, silently wiping and washing the glasses. Seeing Boluogo's arrival, he only raised his head slightly.
Vika asked, "Are you off work?"
"No, it's still working time."
"Oh..." Vika understood what Boluogo meant, "Then you must have encountered a problem, otherwise you wouldn't have come to him."
Vika then smiled, but the smile looked a little uncomfortable.
"He is a little tired of you now, Boluogo. Your mass killing has broken the balance of the Great Rift. Our tax revenue is very poor this time."
"Is it bad?"
Boluogo didn't show too many emotions, feeling a little happy about the news in his heart.
The Great Rift is a tumor located above Oath City Opos. Unfortunately, they need this tumor, but its existence is still too dangerous. All Bologo can do is to use it as much as possible
Reduce the harm caused, such as tax interference.
The evil spirits' wanton killings wiped out many loyal tax residents who were wandering on Chacha Road, and more people fled here, which in turn led to a reduction in tax revenue. Boluogo also understood that he could not solve this problem on his own.
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Vika said that taxes have been reduced. Judging from the greedy temper of the tyrant, it may not be a reduction, but the increase is not as expected.
Wandering Chalu is only part of the tyrant's huge power. In addition to Wandering Chalu, he also has the mysterious Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. Those lunatics who dare to sell anything are an important source of tax revenue.
"The matter is not serious enough to rely on his strength," said Borogo. "I'm here to see you."
"Meet me?" Vika didn't understand. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Borogo asked, "Is there anyone hunting demons besides me?"
The hunting in the mining area made Bologg realize that another hunter had broken into his hunting ground, and Bologg felt instinctively uneasy about this.
"Why should I tell you? Bologger."
Vika put down the cup she was cleaning, put her hands on the bar table, and lowered her body, "From a certain perspective, we are somewhat hostile now, what do you think?"
"I feel like I'm just maintaining order as usual," Bologo said, showing no intention of giving in. "The Order Bureau's previous indifference to the Great Rift made the place grow a little too barbaric."
"We will not go to war with each other. I understand this. After all, I am just a small believer, and what I have killed are only some insignificant demons. No matter how much I do, I can't shake the real cornerstone.
Isn’t it?”
Boluogo couldn't completely cut off the abscess, so he could only poke countless holes to drain out the pus and blood.
Demons are just the lowest and most common ones in this dark food chain. If you want to completely destroy this dark place, what Bologo has done is far from enough.
Boluogo continued, "Not to mention that there is an oath to bind all of this."
Vika was silent for a while and asked, "Are you ready to negotiate terms with me?"
"Yes, the conditions are, for example, I will reduce hunting in the near future, so that those demons will crawl back into your dirty swamp and bring a steady stream of tax revenue to your master. Accordingly, I need my information."
Vika looked a little surprised and poured a glass of wine for Boluogo. "Is this a... deal? I thought you would take action directly and force me to do it by force."
"I am still self-aware of my own strength."
Boluogo took the wine glass. Vika was one of the tyrant's servants. He seemed to be talking to Vika, but in fact the tyrant was watching. If he wanted, he could appear in Vika's body at any time.
Using force to coerce Vika can be understood as using force to coerce a devil, which is meaningless.
"As for trading... this is what I learned at work. Swords are indeed very convenient tools, but unfortunately, they cannot solve all problems."
Burlogo added, "Trading is also a form of offense so that I can solve problems more efficiently."
Vika laughed after hearing this. This conversation gave him a similar feeling of déjà vu.
"It seems that Lebius is really trying to train you."
"He didn't train me. I haven't even seen him for a long time."
Boluogo did not lie. After more power was decentralized, he became more and more free. Except for necessary material replenishment and feedback tasks, he has rarely returned to the Order Bureau in the past three months.
Every time he went back, Lebius was not there. I heard from Jeffrey that he was dealing with other things and kept them confidential. For this reason, Jeffrey took over Lebius's work and sat there day and night. In the office.
"No, no, I mean, letting you go is a kind of training in itself," Vika said. "When he was in the second group, his group leader taught him this.
The best lesson for a wild animal is to let it go back into the wild."
"The second group?" Boluogo frowned. He had never heard of the so-called second group in the field department.
"It's nothing, it's all in the past."
Vika changed the subject back and then said, "As for your question, I'm sorry, I don't know anything."
"you sure?"
"I am sure."
Boluogo stared at Vika for a long time, as if his gaze wanted to penetrate Vika's eyes, penetrate into his body, and confront the tyrant hidden deep in his soul.
"never mind."
Bologg waved his hand, threw a Mammon coin on the bar, and then asked Palmer to leave with him, while Vika watched Bologg leave with a smile.
After confirming that Boluogo had completely left, he whispered, "The timing is really unlucky. What are they going to do?"
"Don't know, but they've paid the price, haven't they?"
Another voice sounded in Vika's mind. In the dark and narrow room, the tyrant was sitting on his shabby sofa. There were several stacked TVs in front of him, and different TV programs were playing on each screen. screen.
"I am a person who pays great attention to credibility when doing business."
The tyrant said as he looked at the middle screen, which was a place similar to a factory. Piles of cargo boxes were placed together. On the screen, a group of people had already been waiting for this place.
Looking at the back of one of the familiar figures and thinking of the person he was going to see later, the tyrant suddenly laughed hoarsely, as if something interesting was about to happen.
"What a fateful reunion, what do you think?"
The tyrant seemed to be talking to someone, his voice was low and hoarse, with a strange distortion, like a monster hiding in the dark.