Under the sad narration of the past, Boluogo discovered that the powerful and terrifying deputy director was, in the final analysis, just a mortal, with his own joys, sorrows, and sorrows that were difficult to resolve.

Borogo seemed to be able to resonate with Nathaniel, so he put down his defenses and vigilance. In order to figure out his own mystery, he showed him the power of sucking souls and usurping souls...

In the days that followed, Boluogo often regretted his reckless behavior.

After seeing Bologo's power, Nathaniel, who was just recalling the sad memories, suddenly became furious. Bologo could see the suppressed anger in his eyes, and even said that if it weren't for the fact that he still had

Constrained by reason, Bologo believed that he would be killed by Nathaniel in an instant.

Nathaniel spent a long time calming down his heart. He did not say too many words to Boluogo, but his soft eyes became cold and cold. He looked at Boluogo as if he was looking at a person.

Like a stranger.

"Sorry, Boluogo," Nathaniel's voice became colder, "I need some time to calm down."

Bologo guessed that Nathaniel's rapid change of mood should be related to his protection. He waved his hand, and darkness enveloped Bologg. After a period of dizziness, Bologg returned to the familiar gray and white corridor.

Inside.

It feels good to be down to earth. The chatter of staff can be heard at the end of the corridor, and there is a buzzing sound in the pipes overhead. One capsule after another is released, shuttling between the rooms.

Bologg felt like he had returned to the human world. The breeze blew past his back, and a biting coldness scratched Bologg's spine. Only then did he notice that his back was soaked.

He had no clear perception, but his body's instinct was as if he had died once, and Boluogo's hands couldn't stop shaking.

"what happened?"

Boluogo guessed that the secret war was not as simple as Nathaniel told himself. He would not deceive himself, but he must have omitted a lot of content, such as how he killed Xilin.

It was a confusing war, and every participant did not know the truth of the war.

Boluogo sat down on a lounge chair nearby. He needed some time to process the tidal wave of information.

What a bad day.

Too bad.

Before everyone's information was fully digested, Bologo learned the identity of the astronaut again.

Boluogo lowered his head, and suddenly he laughed to himself. The laughter was so sudden that even the employees who just passed by were startled.

"Bad days."

Boluogo murmured, "It sounds so familiar..."

In Boluogo's life, whenever he felt that his current life was bad enough, there would always be something worse waiting for him behind.

Should we say that human beings really have an indestructible resilience? Whenever Bologo was about to be unable to hold on, he could always hold on and face greater challenges.

Rubbing his head vigorously, Boluogo came up with another idea. Should he die now, reach the void, and question the astronauts face to face?

No, that guy won't see me.

Since the last time they met, Bologo has died many times, but each time he was unable to stay in the void for too long, let alone retain much memory.

In the void, the astronaut is the absolute master. He can remember as much information as he wants him to remember. If he tells himself to get out, he must get out.

Just like a king.

Boluogo's breathing stopped for a moment, and the excitement and restlessness that he had finally suppressed surged up again. He looked around, stood up in a panic, and ran all the way in the corridor.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Boluogo ran too fast, bringing up gusts of wind, and accidentally bumped into a passing clerk. The document bag fell to the floor, and white papers were scattered everywhere.

He didn't have time to stop. A new idea squeezed out the intelligence of the crowd and the astronauts, and slowly grew stronger until it exploded in Bolog's mind.

Boluogo is different from people in this world. He has the memory of "past life" and knows a lot of knowledge beyond human cognition.

Nowadays, scholars are trying to use fireworks and steel to send magnificent creations high into the sky and break through the shackles of the sky. They are curious about the world outside the sky, eager to know a little bit about it.

That is extremely precious knowledge, and Boluogo is no stranger to it. In the memory of his "previous life", he has already experienced it all.

Bologo knew what was beyond the sky, and he also knew what the world beyond the sky looked like. His knowledge surpassed everything in this era, but others had no idea.

Others can't guess it, but you shouldn't be like this!

A world of nothingness and gray.

The broken and suspended boulders of the mountain.

He is like a king in his domain.

Boluogo felt that he could hardly breathe. He rushed out of the Order Bureau and stood on the busy street.

Meeting with everyone has consumed too much time. It is now approaching evening, the sun has sunk below the horizon, and the bloody sunset has covered most of the sky. On the other side of the sky, there are cold tones, ranging from light blue to blue.

The darkness began to fade, and the twinkling stars could be vaguely seen.

Boluogo should have thought of it long ago, he should have thought of it long ago!

He doesn't know whether there is an afterlife in this world, but Boluogo understands that he does not have the property of death, so is the world he arrives after death really the world after death? Or is it just his own subjective assumption?

, self-righteous cognition?

Boluogo slowly raised his head, looked at the bright spot hidden among the clouds, and murmured.

"You're looking at me, right?"

Boluogo's laughter gradually became distorted.

"Yes, astronauts should be in the sky."

The perspective continues to rise, past the buildings, through the sea of ​​clouds, and even breaks through the shackles of gravity, reaching the outside world.

On the gray earth, inside the huge crater, the astronauts were sitting leisurely on their chairs as usual, watching the pictures on the screen.

With the help of the huge machine like a mountain, astronauts were able to spy on the changes in ether concentration in the entire world. The surge of ether painted a painting like a weather map.

The astronaut picked up the note and compared the date on the note with the picture currently displayed on the screen.

"Hmm... the ether vortex lighting has increased by several percentage points compared to before."

With just a glance, astronauts can process this complex information, which is not difficult for the devil.

"The concentration of ether is still rising..."

The astronaut scribbled and corrected his notes, writing line after line.

"What is this?"

Another voice sounded, and there were few visitors in the void.

Belphegor picked up an alarm clock. Its case was made of solid iron and looked very durable. It seemed to be made for users who were brave enough to get out of bed and could withstand many beatings.

The hands on the alarm clock moved very slowly. It could be said that it had completely stopped. The hands were hovering at a few minutes before midnight. As long as they were moved slightly, all the hands would become one.

Turning the alarm clock over, Belphegor saw a line of information, including the production date, manufacturing company, production batch and other information.

"Are you going to keep a good schedule? You actually bought an alarm clock,"

Belphegor knew that anything that could appear here would not be simple. He joked, "Where did you buy it?"

The astronaut casually said, "Oath City Opos, Shenbei District, a thrift store called 'Charlie's House'."

Before Borlogo moved to live with Palmer, he had been living in Shembe District, and Charlie's House was also a store Borlogo often visited, and many of his records were purchased from there.

"Don't break it, this thing is an old thing."

"You see," Belphegor noticed a line of small words on the back of the alarm clock, "A souvenir for the first anniversary of the end of Scorched Earth Fury? Can such a thing be sold as a souvenir?"

The astronaut said, "Doesn't its appearance represent its value? You must know that this thing is now very collectible."

"Then...then what's the point of it being here?"

Belphegor asked, and then he noticed the hands on the dial. They almost stopped and almost overlapped, pointing the hour hand to midnight.

He could feel that the pointer was not stagnant, but moving forward at an almost imperceptible speed.

"Countdown."

The astronaut waved the note in his hand and said, "Based on the current rising rate of ether concentration, countdown to when it will reach the critical value."

"Doomsday Clock?"

Belphegor's voice became excited, and he continued, "It's a great idea to use souvenirs of peace to count down to the end of the world!"

He liked this naughty idea, and after carefully putting the alarm clock back in its place, Belphegor sat next to the astronaut and looked at the screen with him.

"So found it?"

The astronaut shook his head, "Not yet. The increase in ether concentration has also obscured it."

"We don't have much time," Belfinger said, "and as the ether concentration rises, it will only become more and more secretive."

"Don't worry, don't we have another way to find it?"

The astronaut whispered, "Completely defeat the other blood relatives and take away their authority."

Belphegor was silent for a while and then said, "Are you kidding me? If this method can solve the problem, why are we still fighting for so long?"

The disputes between the devils seem crazy, but they have always maintained an extremely restrained state. They allow the existence of a winner, but they will never allow a devil king who is enough to crush other devils to appear. Once there is such a sign, other devils will

They will attack in groups to prevent anyone from disturbing this fragile balance.
To be continued...