When Burlogo saw Palmer again, it was already a few days later.
Boluogo lay on the sofa exhausted. During the day, he was training in the combat room, practicing etheric skills and enhancing his affinity for ether. At night, he sat in the living room like this, looking at the darkening sky outside the window.
Listen to the noise of the city.
In the lonely silence, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He thought of his conversation with Sere. Sere loved the Undead Club, even if it might have been created by a devil, he was willing to do so.
In the long life of the undead, the Undead Club took him in like a safe haven. Sere thought he would not understand his thoughts, but Bologo could understand... Oath City Opos, Bureau of Order, Action
Group, this house, they are not a place of shelter for Boluogo?
"ha……"
Bologg took a long breath. The fatigue caused by training made him feel a little sleepy. After he changed his position on the sofa and lay down, a slightly cool touch crawled along Bologg's wrist.
A small silver-white snake emerged from Boluogo's cuffs. As its body twisted, its tiny scales also closed and opened. Its eyes shone with light. When it opened its mouth, the slender letter swayed.
The Silver Snake is so smart and lively that if they didn't know it in advance, many people would mistake it for a real snake. But in fact, it is just a cold, deathly creature shaped by the snake scale liquid under the precise control of Boluogo.
It's just a thing, man
From the expression and movements of the silver snake, we can see the precision of Bologo's control over the ether. The silver snake began to split into two and then into four while swimming. A dense group of snakes entangled around Bologo's body.
body, but then they quickly gathered together and turned back into the only silver snake, then got into Boluogo's sleeve and disappeared.
The Snake Scale Liquid, an alchemical weapon created by Aimu, has accompanied Boluogo in many battles due to its special properties. However, with the growth of Boluogo, the strength of the Snake Scale Liquid is now somewhat unable to keep up with Bo Luogo's.
Logo.
Bologo, who is in the power-bearing position, has broken many shackles. His control no longer requires direct contact with matter, and there is no restriction of solid-liquid state. This directly replaces the important property of solid-liquid conversion of snake scale liquid.
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In terms of offensiveness, although the Snake Scale Liquid can continuously proliferate red mercury and perform terrifying detonations, its offensiveness is obviously not enough when facing high-level enemies. Not to mention, in terms of offensiveness,
A sharp bite has replaced it.
Treating Snake Scale Liquid as armor, it seems too fragile. The armor created can hardly block attacks from enemies of the same level or even higher levels.
The current Snake Scale Liquid, in Bolog's opinion, is more like a steel maker. As long as it is there, he can control the steel at any time and launch an offensive against the enemy.
From the original offensive weapon to an auxiliary weapon, at least with the Snake Scale Liquid, Boluogo never worried that he would be in a situation without a control object.
Just when Boluogo was worried about how to further arm himself, there were sounds outside the door, followed by the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock cylinder, the door handle was turned, and Palmer opened the door and walked in.
The two looked at each other in the dim light. Even though the light was dim, Bologna could still see Palmer's sense of decadence and exhaustion. He walked over and sat down at the other end of the sofa. Bologna could smell it.
The smell of shampoo made Palmer treat the practice room as a gym, take a shower and go home after a hard day's training.
In the calm, Burlogo suddenly didn't know what to say. Usually it was Palmer who was the one who enlivened the atmosphere.
"Morrison."
Palmer suddenly spoke and said an unfamiliar name, "Morrison Butz."
Boluogo's eyes sharpened, "Continue."
"His rank is Power Bearer. He was once a member of the King's Secret Sword. During an operation, he defected to the side of the King's Shield Guard. As for the specific secret ability, we don't know yet."
From the last image of the Eye of Description, Crow's Nest compared them one by one based on the information stolen from the King's Secret Sword, and finally got this result.
"I remember the name," said Burlogo.
"When I left, I heard from Jeffrey that the Order Bureau had already started taking action. The Great Rift will be completely sealed before midnight, and starting tomorrow, we will evacuate the residents around the Great Rift on the grounds of toxic waste leakage.
"
Palmer continued, "I guess the location for subsequent negotiations will be set up in the Great Rift."
All evils gather together, and chaos begins.
Boluogo whispered, "This place was chosen, and it doesn't look like we are going to have a good negotiation."
"I don't know what's going on in the decision-making room. Maybe I'm just too stupid to see the long term," Palmer said.
Burlogo took a look at Palmer. He said he was stupid, but there was no sense of stupidity in his eyes. Instead, he was full of murderous intent. Palmer was like a hungry shark. Now he finally smelled the blood of his enemy.
"What do you want to do next?" Bologo asked.
"It depends on the situation. If I can meet that Morrison, I will find a way to kill him. If I don't meet him, I will have plenty of time to hunt him down in the future."
"He is the one with the power."
The gap in rank is not something that can be smoothed away by a few harsh words from Palmer.
Palmer was silent for a moment and looked at Bologg. A familiar smile finally appeared on his rigid face. He joked, "You won't let me go alone."
Boluogo was stunned for a moment and smiled helplessly.
It seems that although Palmer has not returned to his familiar appearance, he has regained his sanity to some extent and has not become paranoid or crazy. Seeing that his partner is getting better, Bologger is relieved.
"Church is also my friend, and this is also my enemy. Naturally, I won't let you go alone," Boluogo continued, "But I will leave the final judgment to you. Is that enough?"
"That's enough." Palmer nodded, extremely satisfied with this.
"So have you calmed down?" Bologg asked.
"I don't know," Palmer said in a complicated tone. "My mood is indeed much calmer than before, but as soon as I close my eyes, I feel unstoppable anger again."
Church's face came to Palmer's mind again, "I always thought he was lying to me."
"But he didn't lie to you, he really faced you with his true colors."
"Yeah...it's surprising and exciting."
Palmer whispered, "I have always doubted whether this guy Church has ever really regarded me as a friend. After all, he is full of lies."
"He even deceived Afia, but he didn't deceive me..."
Palmer clenched his fists, looked up at Boluogo, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?" Boluogo didn't understand.
"For a while, I always thought you were a lunatic. You did so many atrocities for Adele's revenge. Sometimes I can't stand it anymore...I understand you now, Boluogo."
Palmer murmured, "Is this empathy?"
Bologg had no reaction to this. As for Adele, with the passage of blood and death, and the passage of time, Bologg was able to face it calmly.
Picking up the disc from the cabinet, Boluogo turned on the TV. In the darkness, the light illuminated each other's faces.
"What is this?" Palmer asked.
"The sequel to "Fork Killer" just came out the day before yesterday, but you weren't at home. I think it might be a bit selfish to enjoy this thing alone."
Watching a movie alone is a pleasure, but it can also be a bit boring.
Palmer thought for a while, then he got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing two cups, a large bottle of orange juice, and a few bags of potato chips.
Boluogo put his feet on the coffee table, took the cup handed by Palmer, and took a sip of orange juice. At this time, on the TV, a guy mysteriously walked into the alley, picked up a fork, and stabbed it in
Blew someone's eyeballs.
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While Borogo and Palmer were enjoying the movie, there was a storm in the Great Rift, and countless figures were walking through the sea of fog. They looked at the weird and twisted buildings below, with expressions of disgust on their faces, but they did not rush.
Instead of attacking, an invisible line of defense was established at the outermost edge of the Great Rift.
No matter how large the Bureau of Order is, there are only a few condensers in the end. These people alone cannot support the operation of this huge machine. For this reason, the Logistics Department led by ordinary people was born. They are not only responsible for the vast majority of
Some logistical matters will also assist the Sublime Hunters in their operations when necessary.
For example, when several action groups surrounded the Great Rift, soldiers from the Field Support Department were also dispatched. Armored vehicles were placed across the intersection, cordons were set up, and the muzzles of ammunition-filled guns were lowered to the ground, blocking the intersections around the Great Rift.
An emergency notice has been broadcast to residents throughout the city through Opos Radio. Due to a company's illegal operations, fatal industrial waste leaked, and the city hall is urgently dealing with it.
Through this method of deception, the Logistics Department cleared obstacles for the Field Support Department's actions and created a battlefield for them to fight.
Yas, who was fully armed, walked between the soldiers. He could feel the eyes of other soldiers, envy, awe, fear... Man
Soldiers have participated in many battles with the Sublime Ones, and they know very well how powerful the Sublime Ones are. Many soldiers even regard them as the incarnation of some kind of divine power.
Yas never felt that he was the incarnation of divine power, he was also part of a mortal.
After all, the Sublime Ones are just like the elite of mortal military forces. They may seem powerful, but the real cornerstone is still a huge number of mortals.
It's just that as the ether concentration rises, the alchemical matrix becomes more advanced and powerful, and the balance between the condenser and the mortal is irrevocably tilted to one side.
Yas usually doesn't think about such far-off things. He gently pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist. He walked to the edge of the cliff and cast his gaze towards the sea of fog below.
"All evils gather together..."
Yas's voice was very low, blending into the surrounding wind.
Another figure came over. He stood beside Yas and sighed, "To be honest, I really feel like the Secret War is reenacting."
"In order to gain an advantage in the battle within the Great Rift, we made a promise to the devil. However, in just a few years, he turned this place into a highly toxic abscess."
The man continued, "I'm very curious about the decision-making room's next action: whether to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword, or to cut off this cancer under the guise of negotiation."
"Long time no see, Lynch."
The fog cleared from the person who came, and Yas saw the other person's appearance clearly and said hello.
"It doesn't feel like that long." Lynch smiled.
"Has your third group been dispatched too?" Yas looked behind him. The fog enveloped most of the people, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
"Well, maybe because we are afraid that the incident of sealing the building will happen again, we who are good at attacking the virtual realm have also been mobilized."
Lin Qi nodded and continued, "In addition to us, Group 10 and Group 9 are also here."
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Lynch leaned out, as if he would fall in the next second.
"I guess the fourth group has also been mobilized. They are located in the abandoned land, and there is Holt there. If we launch an offensive on the Wandering Fork Road and cooperate with Holtrey, we might really be able to destroy this place.
"It's like you said, a re-enactment of the Secret War," Yas paused, "but I feel that this is not a re-enactment. For me, for us, this war has never ended, it is just the midfield.
Just resting, man
Now it's back, and we need to end it once and for all...or be ended by it."
Lynch knew Yas's past and understood the emotions he was suffering. Lynch also participated in the secret war, but fortunately, he was already part of the third group at that time, unlike Yas and others, who were
After the second group was disbanded, it was assigned.
During the Secret War, the third group was responsible for conquering the virtual realms temporarily built by the King's Secret Sword. These virtual realms were like fortresses, and they had to find ways to destroy them. Under the cover of other action groups, the third group rarely fought with
The King's Secret Sword fought head-on, and suffered few casualties.
After digging into his pocket, Lynch took out a golden coin.
"They say that as long as you pay taxes to the tyrant, your wish will come true."
The Mammon coin rolled on the back of Lynch's finger, then bounced up, and was held by Lynch in his hand.
"Then I will make a wish..."
Lynch threw the Mammon coin into the sea of fog.
"All evil will come to an end."
The coin passed through the sea of fog and hit the air corridor. It rolled on the rusty metal corridor for a while, and then fell down again until it fell into a weird building with twisted growth.
This kind of building is like ivy, crawling and growing along the cliff. The coins stumbled and finally stopped in a dark corner. It was so shiny and clean that it was incompatible with the filth of the place.
The fog slowly submerged the coins. When the fog dispersed again, the golden coins had disappeared.
In the dim space, a coin emerged out of thin air, then fell downwards and fell into the golden sea like a vast ocean. After it, more coins emerged sporadically and fell, like a drizzle of rain.
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Endless coins are piled up in the darkness, and the golden light creates a sea of gold and mountains. On the edge of this towering pile of wealth, an evil and grotesque figure is busy at his desk.
Mammon picked up the utensil and carefully carved the coin in front of her, designing a new pattern for it.
Bursts of music sounded in Mammon's ears. They were the strange whispers made when coins collided with each other. They were wishes whispered by people one after another.
One of these wishes caught Mammon's attention.
"The end of all evil?"
Mammon seemed to have heard some joke, and her trembling laughter made the golden ocean roll and roar.
He stood up, his figure blocked the sky, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was in a familiar room, sitting on a worn-out sofa, with several TVs stacked in front of him like monitors.
, exposed all the movements of the action team.
Mammen seemed to be expecting something or planning something. There was a knock on the door, and Gray opened the door and walked in.
"Are you looking for me?" Gray asked.
Mammon turned around in surprise. He moved his body and made a place on the sofa. Then he motioned for Gray to come over and sit down.
Gray did not refuse, and his body and mind were handed over to Mammon, like a slave.
Sitting next to Mammon, Gray also saw the movements of the action team. This time the Bureau of Order was very powerful, and Gray knew about it early on.
"I don't know if they are here for the King's Shield Guards, or... for this place."
Even after becoming Mammon's debtor, Gray still didn't want to use "we" to refer to these things.
Boluogo's battle in the Wuyuan Fortress is no secret in Wandering Fork Road. Due to Boluogo's tyrannical control, almost half of the historical building of Wuyuan Fortress collapsed. The geological changes also caused the destruction of Wandering Fork Road.
The earthquake caused many buildings to collapse in the subsequent shock, and some even detached from the cliff and fell into the depths of the thick sea of fog below.
"It doesn't matter who they came for." Mammon looked confident.
Not only the astronauts are plotting a conspiracy, but Mammon is also planning something. He already knows the special characteristics of Bologo and passes this information on.
Mammon currently doesn’t know how many blood relatives will respond to her call, but what she does know is that the disputes that have remained peaceful will now become ripples again.
"How did you feel when you saw him?"
The picture on the TV flashed again, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Gray's eyes.
The black robe accentuates his stooped figure, and the silver-white mask fits tightly on his face. When the Shadow King sits motionless, the death lingering on his body will always make people mistake him for a corpse.
Corpse.
Facing the Shadow King, Gray remained silent.
Mammon knows that the Shadow King was once part of the astronaut conspiracy... Maybe he is still part of that part of the conspiracy now, but compared with then, the importance of the Shadow King has undoubtedly decreased a lot, and now the protagonist is Bo Luo
Ge.
So what to do?
Mammon could vaguely guess that the astronauts' plan might still be the "new world" when the Holy City fell.
Or maybe not...
But it doesn't matter, Mammon doesn't need to know what he is planning, as long as he disrupts all his plans, he would rather kill by mistake than let go.
"Gray, what are you talking about? How long has it been? What? Has the hatred in your heart been extinguished?"
Mammen raised his hand and pressed it on Gray's cheek. He obviously didn't use any force, but it brought a heart-wrenching tingling sensation.
"Think about that rainy night that changed your destiny. Your trusted teammate betrayed you and killed her... Do you actually have a crush on her? She is so outstanding and treats you so kindly."
Mammon's words easily found the gaps in Gray's armor and penetrated them fiercely.
On that night of betrayal, Captain Jamon had already belonged to the King's Shield Guard. He killed Mirasha and seriously injured Gray. In fact, Gray should have died, but he was saved by the Paranoid and survived.
And at the cost of sacrificing his soul, he learned the identity of the second seat from Ma Menmen.
Gray was supposed to be a sword of revenge, but when he knew who his enemy was, Gray became confused and wavered again.
"Are you hesitating? Or do you not have the courage to kill him?"
Mammon asked, but Gray still didn't respond, just looking blankly at the Shadow King on the screen.
"Well..." Guy
Mammon thought for a moment and continued, "I gave you the gift of Threshold Limit, giving you the power to break restrictions. Jamon's Blood Shifting Sword gave you the power to travel through winding paths.
As for it..."
Mammon said as she touched Gray's other sword, the secret sword from Milansa.
"I know what you need."
As Mammon whispered, he pulled out the carefully maintained secret sword and held the blade firmly with his palm. The sharp metal cut open his palm, making a strange sound.
The sound didn't sound like cutting flesh and blood, but rather like laboriously cutting through a layer of decayed bark.
Slowly moving his hand, the sword blade further cut open the flesh. What was even weirder was that no bright red blood flowed out. Only hot sticky tar seeped out from the wound, and a disgusting breath was released, like the filth of the world.
The sum of
The harsh sound of corrosion sounded. Under the corrosion of tar, the smooth metal surface of this secret sword, which Gray carefully treasured, was covered with pitted corrosion holes. The original silver color was also covered with a layer of gray and black, filled with
The decaying will of death, as if all lives cut by it will die in an instant.
"Before, you didn't have the power to kill him, so now, I give you the power to kill him, even if it's only once."
Mammon handed the secret sword back to Gray and looked at Gray's expression curiously.
"What would you do? Gray."
Evil words filled Gray's mind, and countless ridicules overlapped together, turning into horrifying howls.
"Do you act like a coward and let the fire of revenge go out, or do you give up everything and kill him to avenge Milansa?"
Gray remained silent, just staring at the riddled sword with indifference, as if it was his heart riddled with holes.