A contract object, a weapon with both power and price.
The moment he put on the mask, Boluogo felt the power in it. The fear that was constantly overflowing and rising like mist was like the secret energy of some "Ethereal School", which continued to affect everyone.
Watching the people of Boluogo.
Shock and fear took root deep in their hearts, growing wildly until their bodies burst and blood dripped from them.
The so-called price also goes hand in hand with power. The moment he put on the mask, strange hallucinations flashed before Boluogo's eyes. Countless evil faces were staring at him, and there were bursts of obscure and weird whispers.
Whispering in the ear.
Facing all of this, Bologg was expressionless. For an undead, the influence of fear and evil on him has long been greatly reduced, not to mention that Bologg still had a terrible period in the dark prison.
experience.
He has personally experienced madness and madness. When you face hell directly, the so-called hallucinations are just illusions.
But...is that really the case?
In order to test the limits of this contract object, Boluogo drove the ethers and continuously injected them into the mask, and the hazy and illusory fog began to gradually spread.
At first, it only covered Boluogo's face, distorting him into an evil and abominable appearance, but soon the mist gradually enveloped his whole body.
"Bologo...stop! Bologo!"
Jeffrey watched all this. As the fog covered him, Boluogo's form became more and more ferocious, transforming into a hateful posture, wearing shabby rags, a torso entangled with wires, and that evil smile.
And the sound of dripping blood...
Because Badr was wearing protective clothing, his expression was concealed, but from just now, he was silent again.
Palmer's face turned pale. Under the influence of the terrifying appearance, he instinctively wanted to take action to solve this dangerous target.
The raised hand trembled slightly, and the secret energy was in the release stage at any time.
Everyone around him was affected by this, and Bologo, who was directly affected by the backlash from the contract object, had an even worse time. Countless scenes flashed before his eyes, just like the pain he felt during the implantation ceremony.
The murmurs and screams disappeared, and under the strange and oppressive silence, Boluogo saw a desolate scorched earth. The scorched earth and the combat room overlapped, and the picture was broken, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.
At this moment, Boluogo's breathing finally became disordered and became rapid.
Gunpowder smoke covered the sky and the sun was covered. On the burning scorched earth, countless soldiers fell, blood flowed into rivers, and the endless wailings gathered together and turned into a sad lament.
The blue eyes were trembling. This was the past that Boluogo thought he had forgotten. Now it was dragged out from the depths of memory by the "Haunting Appearance" and exposed to the sun.
Are you really fearless?Bologo Lazarus.
It seemed like a voice was questioning myself.
Boluogo didn't respond. He was speechless. His throat was swallowing saliva, but besides the saliva, there was something fishy, like hot blood, mixed with minced meat and bone residue, and
The more precious thing called the soul was swallowed together and swallowed into the belly.
It was obviously an illusory feeling, but as if all this had really happened, the gastric juices were rolling and a whimpering sound was heard in the throat.
How bad...
Bologg has always hated the memory of his joining the army, especially this memory. He thought he had forgotten it. Who would have thought that it was just buried, buried so deep that when he saw it again, Bologg
All I felt in my heart was panic and strangeness.
Boluogo sighed and missed it again.
That desolate and scorched land... It’s been so long since I last saw you...
It was on these countless corpses and scorched earth that he made a blood pact with the devil, and thus owed a heavy debt.
It was a nightmare that Boluogo would never escape.
"what happened?"
Another voice sounded, breaking the pervasive madness.
The other party was very decisive, without any hesitation. The will of nothingness instantly dominated the surrounding ether. Under his command, all the restless ether came to a standstill, and everything became silent, forcibly interrupting the effect of the Soul-Haunting Appearance.
The ether is silent.
Yas raised his hand, with hot lines shining on his arm, and strode towards here.
The surrounding ether fell into silence, as if a big hand was holding his throat, bringing a sense of depressing suffocation. Thanks to this moment of suffocation, Boluogo broke away from the chaotic hallucination and pulled off his mask.
.
At this point, the hazy evil feeling came to a complete end.
It was not only Boluoge who was relieved, but also the three people around him. Everyone looked exhausted, gasping for air, and sweat streaked their cheeks.
"You came at the right time, Yas," Jeffrey praised, looking at the angry Yas, and then looking at the equally pale Boluogo, "If you don't take action, I will use
Some violent methods made Bologo stop."
After hearing what Jeffrey said, others noticed that at some point, Jeffrey had already put his hand on the gun bag, like a gunman who was ready to go, ready to shoot the enemy into a sieve at any time.
"God... crazy!"
Palmer regained his composure and cursed loudly. The power of the Horror Face was not enough to defeat these condensers, but no matter who was suddenly dragged into the frightening hallucination, he would feel a panic.
"what happened?"
Yas walked over. As several people came out of the illusion, the light hovering on Yas's arm also faded. He looked at Boluogo with vigilant eyes, as if he was ready to suppress him at any time.
This is no joke. Yas, who is good at "etheric silence" and "etheric prohibition", most often does the job of suppressing and neutralizing enemies.
"It's nothing, I'm just testing a contract object, and Boluogo is obviously a little overconfident and almost loses control." Balder said slowly at this time, his voice trembled slightly, and it seemed that he was quite affected.
At such a close distance, it exploded without warning, and it was difficult for anyone to react.
"You sublimate the furnace core, what do you do with this kind of thing?"
Yas asked coldly. In addition to suppressing and incapacitating enemies, another job Yas often engaged in was cooperating with the Security Containment Department to contain dangerous contract objects.
"It's the minister's wish. She wants to give this to Boluogo."
After Baldr finished speaking, he asked Bologo again.
"What do you think of this gift?"
Boluogo sat on the raised column, his head lowered, holding the mask in his hand. At first he retched a few times, spitting all over the floor, but now he was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
What.
"Bologo, why did you suddenly do this?" Jeffrey asked at this time, "Although you are a little crazy, I know that you are still sensible. What you are doing should be more than just a temporary interest, right?
"
"This guy is definitely acting on a whim!" Palmer screamed from the side, "I saw those stinky old men from my family talking endlessly around me, and there were a few standing at the other end of the river, waving to me.
, tell me to come over! This is too scary!"
Everyone blocked Palmer's words by default. Only Boluogo raised his pale face and responded to his partner with a smile.
"In other words, your deepest fear is actually the old men in your family?"
Burlogo was really amused by Palmer's reaction, and his words did not contain the same respect as before.
After coughing twice, Boluogo concentrated his mind and finally recovered from the bad feeling. He said to Jeffrey.
"I'm just curious about what I fear most."
"Did you see it?"
"Well, I saw it, it's really bad."
Boluogo changed from his previous liveliness, his expression was solemn and a little sad.
"Are you interested in talking about it? I'm quite curious as to what kind of thing could scare a guy like you?" Jeffrey did not reprimand Bologo for his recklessness, but instead asked with concern.
"It's nothing, it's just my memory of joining the army. On the crazy battlefield, people were dying every moment, artillery fire washed the earth, and blood seeped into the soil."
Boluogo's voice paused and then continued.
“The earth feels alive, warm, and bloody to the touch…
Although I can’t remember exactly what my deal with the devil was, I can probably think of what I made the deal for in the first place.”
Boluogo raised his head and sighed slightly melancholy.
"It was a hellish battlefield. I wanted to live, so it gave me immortality."
The swallowing feeling emerged in his throat again, not only swallowing flesh and blood, but also the feeling of swallowing the soul, followed by a wave of nausea. Boluogo rejected it, arched his body and wanted to vomit, but failed
Nothing can be vomited out.
"Ah... terrible memories."
Boluogo smiled sadly, then looked at Balder and raised his mask with one hand.
"As for this gift... I like it very much."
Fear, fear that penetrates the human heart, overwhelming fear.
Roughly dragging out the most fragile things deep in your heart, exposing them to the sun without any cover, leaving them scarred.
Bologg put on the mask again, but this time the fear was restrained, and it turned Bologg into an evil spirit again, with blue eyes looking at other people.
"When I was in the army, my commander once said this to me. He said...war is actually a diplomatic means."
Boluogo stood up, the fog of fear swirling around him, as if there were sharp needles, pricking everyone's skin lightly, but the pain was very light, and it would not make them roar in terror.
"So... I guess the same goes for fear."
Boluogo could feel the fear of others, lingering on the tip of his nose like some kind of sweet breath.