After a moment of silence, Boluogo responded in a low voice, "Okay, I understand."
As if this wasn't enough to affirm his will, Boluogo added, "I'm always ready."
"You are truly a workaholic," Mamo commented, "You really love this job."
Boluogo explained, "No... I am just curious about the holy city and the legacy of King Solomon."
The great King Solomon is believed by scholars to have touched the existence of truth. He is like the incarnation of a miracle, seemingly omnipotent, just like the devil.
"I have always been eager to destroy the devil. I once thought that closing the door of origin would be the way to end everything. But I did not notice that human interests have long been closely linked to the ether."
Mamo interrupted Boluogo and warned him, "So you have to keep it a secret, Boluogo, and bury the idea of extraordinary extinction deep in your memory... You know that if this idea is known to the outside world, it will
Did it cause anything? In the eyes of those people, we might become even more abominable than the devil."
The devil only usurps souls, but what Bologo wants to do is to deprive them of their extraordinary authority.
For many, the soul is worth nothing compared to extraordinary authority.
Extraordinary power is strength, power, a strict class that is superior to mortals, and the Eternal Night Empire that once almost swallowed up the continent.
Few people can let go.
Boluogo nodded silently. He knew the seriousness of this matter. After thinking about it, he said again, "I am looking forward to King Solomon's legacy. Maybe we can find something useful in it."
"For example, by controlling the gate of origin, and thus the ether concentration in the material world, to ensure the stability of the material world, instead of allowing the material world to be swallowed up by extraordinary disasters in the near future."
Burlogo added, "Maybe there are some ways to restrain the devil."
"Are you using King Solomon's inheritance as a wishing machine?" Mamo laughed.
"It's just a helpless expectation." Boluogo sighed tiredly.
"The legacy of King Solomon..."
Mamo murmured twice, then laughed like an old naughty boy, "I am very grateful to King Solomon for his legacy."
"What's wrong?"
"It makes me no longer afraid of death."
Mamo turned his head, his old eyes showing relief, "In fact, everyone is afraid of death. This is not only due to the biological instinct of survival, but also the weakest shortcoming in our hearts."
"Regardless of who I am as a glorious person, how many years I have lived, etc., I am actually very afraid of death. When I think about all the unknown things that will happen after I close my eyes, I become extremely frightened."
Mamo murmured, "But I also thought that before I reach complete death, my brain will be stripped off and my consciousness will join the others, so I feel that it is not so bad."
"Human beings may not be afraid of death, but the unknown after death," Boluogo discussed rationally. "And when you know where you will go after death, the unknown is no longer mysterious, so you no longer fear it.
"
"More than that, when I think about it, when my consciousness merges into that huge cluster, I will be able to meet my old friends... It sounds really good, even if my consciousness and their consciousness are all poor imitations of the others. It’s not good, but it’s enough and comforting.”
As Mamo spoke, his voice gradually lowered until there was no more sound.
Boluogo walked over nervously, and just when he was about to judge whether Mamo was dead, Mamo suddenly opened his eyes and made a face at Boluogo.
"Ha ha!"
Mamo sat up straight and asked, "Is it an accident?"
Boluogo still had a serious face, "I'm surprised, I thought you were very rigid."
"It's okay, it's okay..."
After the excitement, Mamo lay down again, with weakness in his voice, "Whether it is a person with glory or a person with power, everyone has an indestructible mortal nature. Who can always be an iron man?"
"Relax, Boluogo, war is a long matter, and it cannot be ended by some great decision or some great force."
Mamo's voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep, "This requires the unity and efforts of all of us."
…
wait.
During the long years spent in the dark prison, Boluogo thought that he had become accustomed to waiting, and transformed from an anxious boy into an extremely patient and tolerant adult. But as this day came, Boluogo found himself becoming restless again, like a raging bull, eager to try.
Boluogo could only warn himself repeatedly, forcing himself to extinguish his thoughts with warnings again and again.
"It's so difficult..."
Lying on his bed, Boluogo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.
After communicating with Mamo, Boluogo felt inexplicably tired and did not do any work that day. He ran back to his home in a gray state, as if to avoid difficulties, and fell on the soft bed, longing for such a trace of happiness. comfort.
Soon, Boluogo's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his whole consciousness seemed to fall into a gentle ocean, slowly overflowing. But just when Boluogo was about to fall asleep completely, there was a burst of sound from outside the door. There was a noise, and Boluogo woke up immediately and looked in the direction of the sound alertly.
His heart was beating rapidly. Boluogo blinked and covered his chest, feeling the heartbeat gradually calming down. His face showed helplessness and confusion.
Boluogo found that he no longer looked like an iron man, and he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
When he opened the door, he saw Palmer lying on the sofa with a tired face, panting and sweating profusely.
"Send Vosilin away?"
Boluogo leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and looked at his roommate.
"It's not easy to send him away."
Palmer rubbed his face vigorously and sighed, "She said she wanted to live with me. I said my rent had not yet expired. She also said she could pay the rent for me. I said I had money in my house. Many collections... In short, it took a lot of effort for me to convince her to live in the garden."
"Sounds good," said Bologna.
"I guess so."
Palmer took a long breath and turned his gaze to Boluogo, "How are you and Aimu?"
"It's nothing, it's just normal," Burlog said, feeling that Palmer's eyes were a little strange, "What's wrong?"
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."
Palmer temporarily forgot his own suffering and turned his attention to Bologg, with a strange smile on his face.
"What didn't you expect?"
"I didn't expect that you also have a... iron-blooded and tender side?" Palmer looked at Boluogo's face, "To be honest, Boluogo, your face doesn't look like a woman."
"ha?"
As always, the two of them attacked each other in secret and verbally. When they were tired of talking, Bologo got some food, and Palmer dug out some new video tapes.
The faces of the two people were reflected on the TV screen, and the bright light swallowed their faces in the next second.
Over the next week, everything was calm in Oath City Opos, without any incidents. The overall operation of the Order Bureau gradually adapted to this high-pressure situation, and one operation team after another was dispatched to the territory of the Lain Alliance.
, to eliminate those disturbing night tribes.
Borrogo stayed behind in Opos. He went to see York several times. He was still in the custody of Crow's Nest, but unlike the other dying men who were interrogated, York seemed to be in good condition.
As for the source of sin weapon called the Thorn-Band Pain Lock, Boluogo did not bring it to Sai Zong immediately, but delivered it to the Sublimation Furnace Core to see if they could find some useful information on this weapon.
Time passed slowly. During this short vacation, Boluogo, in addition to taking proper rest, also engaged in continuous training. He knew very well that no matter what kind of conspiracy, he was fragile in the face of absolute power.
No matter what Boluogo wants to do, he must first possess the power of power.
While Bologo was training hard, Palmer also began to prepare for the promotion ceremony. In fact, this guy didn't want to continue to be promoted so soon. The debtor's shortcomings had always affected him, but the arrival of Vosilin was not only joining the job, but also
Brought orders from Vaughan.
The head of the Clax family seemed to have foreseen the dark future. He asked Palmer to improve his strength as soon as possible. At the same time, the connection between Fengyuan Highland and the Bureau of Order became closer. The last time they were so united, it was
During the Secret Wars.
For this reason, Palmer also joined Bologo's training and took many alchemical potions every day to adjust his physical condition to perfection.
Life suddenly became peaceful, and even the extraordinary annihilation lingering in Boluogo's mind disappeared. Until one day a week later, a familiar enemy joined the dispute between the Night Clan and the Bureau of Order.
"We found traces of the Orangutan Sect in the surrounding area of Oath City Opos. They seem to be acting together with the Disobedient Royal Court."