After a period of comfort, Freya fell asleep with exhaustion all over her body, but judging from her sleeping expression, a faint smile could be detected. After so many years of hard support, she finally waited for the arrival of rescue. .
Bologg flipped through Freya's notes, which were filled with her various inferences and guesses about the ruined area. This was a good help for Bologg.
The next action has been planned, but before taking action, they all need some time to rest. Boluogo does not intend to fall asleep, and a short meditation is enough to get rid of his sleepiness.
In silence, he closed Freya's notebook and had a clear general understanding of the current situation in the ruined area.
Just as Mamo calculated, the space in the ruins area has continued to distort and change over the years. The invasion of the overlord Xilin seemed to be just an opportunity. He broke the balance of the settlement and caused it to collapse. .
Just like breaking the foundation of a tall building, it will self-destruct due to its terrible weight without you having to do anything.
"The staff are imitating everything from the Bureau of Order. As long as they integrate into this role play, they will be safe. But be careful, role play in some areas can be dangerous."
Bologo recalled the words in Freya's notes. She marked several dangerous areas with a red marker, including the Forge Volcano.
In addition to dangerous role-playing, Freya also wrote down many performance experiences, such as the subtle differences in uniforms in different areas, the empty and insensitive conversational patterns between staff...
Although Freya looks like a pathetic creature who easily cries, her heart is unexpectedly strong and she is also a master in acting. Otherwise, she would not have been able to hang out among the staff for such a long time.
In addition to marked dangerous areas, there are many green dots on the map. These are safety doors, leading to the core hub of the void block. According to Freya's records, the staff never set foot in the safety door and the void block behind the door. area.
The blue punctuation points represent that there are supplies for survival at that location. Fuliya has been living on these reserves over the years. Of course, these supplies are not entirely food, but also some weapons and equipment, medical drugs, etc.
Freya also marked some areas with big question marks. These areas cannot be explored due to insufficient permission levels, and Freya doesn't know what is inside.
Golden paint like the morning light outlines several circles. These areas are shelters where life can be lived. They are completely enclosed and protected from the prying eyes of the dim light. The place where Bologo is now is one of the shelters.
"With the distortion of space, the shelters are gradually decreasing." Freya once wrote worriedly in her notes.
The dislocation of the buildings makes many closed shelters connected to the outside world, and strange hazy lights fall around like giant eyes.
Freya has moved several times, and there are fewer and fewer shelters available.
Boluogo picked up the secondary target list and compared it. He judged that some of the shelters marked by Freya were safe houses left by the Bureau of Order in previous explorations.
After sorting out the information, Boluogo checked Freya's collection. She was only a first-stage sublimator, and she couldn't use many alchemical weapons. But Boluogo was different. The power of the power bearer could make
He controls most of the alchemy weapons. If there are any that are beyond Bologo's control...
That's really a lot of money.
Bologo, who is in the power-bearing position, currently has access to the only alchemical weapons that are purified white-level alchemical weapons that are born after matter undergoes qualitative transformation and whitening.
On top of the albino qualitative change, there are also yellowish qualitative changes corresponding to the defenders and the reddened qualitative changes of the glorious ones.
Theoretically speaking, Boluogo has the ability to control these high-level alchemical weapons across ranks, but unfortunately, even the Bureau of Order does not have many of these high-level alchemical weapons, and they are basically used by employees of the corresponding ranks.
Controlled, or sealed for unknown reasons.
Bologo's achievements are shocking enough, but under the interference of many factors, it is still difficult for him to apply for a high-level alchemy weapon. In the end, the strange contract object is very suitable for Bologo.
"Huh, this is what you said, Mamo, you can let me pick whatever you get."
Boluogo is not that greedy. No matter how many alchemy weapons he has, he only has the same amount of ether, so he might as well pick something that suits him.
But after a period of rummaging and reviewing, Boluogo walked out of the collection room disappointed. Most of the alchemy weapons collected by Freya were not of high rank, and their specific energy efficiency was not ideal, so they could not help at all.
How far is it to Bologo?
The few pieces of pure white alchemy weapons also have varying degrees of damage, which should have been caused during the Xilin invasion. Freya is not a scholar herself, so she will not be able to repair these complex alchemy weapons and store them for a long time.
Most of them are highly damaged.
In other words, Freya collected a bunch of junk.
Well, after careful selection, there are still some that can be used. Of course Bologg can't use them, but he can arm Freya to increase her chances of survival in the next action.
In this treacherous place, Boluogo was not sure he could protect Freya.
A few hours later, Freya walked out of the bedroom. She seemed to have slept well and was very energetic. In the living room, Boluogo had prepared large and small bags. Even the map was redrawn.
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"If you're ready, we can set off."
Boluogo said without looking back, "But I still hope you will think more about it. This trip will be very dangerous, and you might die."
"I...I have thought about it," Freya said firmly, "My destiny is in my own hands. I want to leave here unswervingly."
After confirming again, Boluogo nodded and handed some of the selected alchemy weapons to Freya. Most of them were one-time consumables.
"You have a lot of stockpiles," Bologo was shocked by the stock of these consumables. "Did you use them sparingly? Or did you loot a certain weapons depot?"
"It's just accumulated over time," Freya played with these consumables, most of which were various alchemy grenades. "I use these things one by one, so I keep saving them, thinking that one day they will be of great use."
"Sounds like a squirrel hoarding food," joked Burlogo.
Freya also smiled, and there was a slight sadness in her eyes, which was noticed by Boluogo.
"You're still a little worried," Bologg asked, "What are you afraid of?"
"Hmm... some nonsense."
Freya smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm thinking, if I can really escape, how will I face the new world outside."
She continued, "I have been isolated from the world for many years. I don't know what my family and friends are like now, let alone..."
“Cognitive distortions caused by an upside-down world.”
Boluogo saw at a glance what was causing Freya's troubles, "Even if you leave the ruined area, those people in the outside world will still be hideous and terrifying monsters in your eyes."
"It's like escaping from one hell to another, a less dangerous hell."
Freya sighed longly. Even now, it was difficult for her to accept Boluogo's evil spirit. What if she thought about returning to the human world and walking on a busy street?
Countless monsters passed by him, as if he were in a huge and weird parade.
"My suggestion is to solve the current problem first and then think about future problems."
Boluogo comforted, "I know a few good psychiatrists, they may be able to help you."
"Do you want me to talk to a group of 'monsters'?" Freya asked.
"Is there any problem?" Boluogo continued, "You will have to fight your way out of the siege with the monsters next."
Freya smiled, and Bologg's poor sense of humor finally showed some use. Seeing this, Bologg pursued the victory and continued.
"I have a friend who had a similar experience to you."
"Tell me."
"Because of an accident, it lost its human posture and turned into... uh? Orc?" Bologg recalled Hart's posture.
"Then what?"
"Then he accepted his furry self," Bologo said ruthlessly. "He would even knit scarves for his friends using the hair he combed from his own body."
