The hot and passionate song echoed, and the man slowly opened his eyes. The faint blue light in his eyes flashed. As the wolf was beheaded by Boluogo, the connection between the man and the wolf was interrupted.
He rubbed his temples vigorously, and dense green blood vessels appeared on his stern face. He breathed heavily to suppress the restlessness of his chest and heart.
Boluogo's knife not only cut through the steel, but also cut into his consciousness. The man was not that fragile, but he still felt a splitting headache.
"Bologo Lazarus."
The man muttered the name. After a brief silence, a slight smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to move the needle on the rotating record, and the disturbing singing finally stopped.
Just as Borogo speculated, the man was indeed in his room, surrounded by various documents.
"He made everything so messy that we were supposed to be here conducting the final interview with him."
A female voice sounded from Boluogo's bedroom, and the woman walked out. She turned back from time to time and looked at the wall in the bedroom that was covered with photos.
"Are you going to let him pass just like that? Lebius."
"Well...that's what I think, at least for now."
Lebius looked at the sand table in front of him, stretched out his hand, and waved the flag on it.
"The debtor who has an immortal body...gives extraordinary authority to such a monster. Once he loses control, it will be a heavy blow to us."
The women seemed very hesitant. It was not that they had never recruited debtors, but few people's "gifts" were as powerful as Boluogo. When thinking of the immortal Boluogo, coupled with his cunning and strange extraordinary power, the women only felt
A moment of silent fear.
"Sometimes I think Yas is right. Making a deal with a debtor is also playing a game with the devil," the woman said.
"The devil...is playing a game?"
Lebius tasted it, with a coldness in his voice.
"But it is indeed a very useful sharp blade, Uriel," Lebius said calmly. He had already made some decisions, "even if it is a deadly double-edged sword."
"Have you... decided?"
Uriel sighed, knowing that she could not change Lebius's mind, but she still wanted to give it a try.
"Do you know, Nathaniel, why you gave me the task of forming a special operations team?"
Lebius did not respond to Uriel's words, but said something else.
"Because I'm different from you. I care more about results than safety, contracts, or rules. As long as I can achieve my goal, no matter whether my employees are humans, debtors, or even monsters that don't count either.
, I don’t care.”
Lebius planted the flag, and the army on the sand table began to advance, attacking the city-state on the high slope.
"Just like war, whether it is with crushing military power, cunning strategies, or elite beheadings, isn't our ultimate goal to win it all? As long as we can get that 'beautiful' result, what is the process?
How is it, is it still important?
It’s not important, not at all. What the Bureau of Order needs is results, and my special operations team was created for this.”
Uriel said nothing, and could clearly feel the cold aura permeating Lebius' body.
"Bologo Lazarus is a good employee. Compared with the 'immortal' we are familiar with, he is still young and not so insensitive. He still has a strong and burning 'desire' in his heart. For this 'desire',
You also saw how unscrupulous he was."
Lebius said with some profound meaning.
"Having 'desire' is a good thing."
Picking up the documents on the side and handing them to Uriel, Lebius picked up the crutch from the sofa and stood up with difficulty. Uriel stood aside with no intention of helping.
Lebius stood up from the darkness, and the dim light shone on him, cutting the thin figure into a thin shadow, and patted it on the wall beside him.
He looked frail, but there was a sword hidden in his eyes, so sharp that people dared not look at him.
"Aren't you afraid of losing everything in gambling?" Uriel asked.
"I have nothing to lose."
Lebius replied without emotion.
Seeing this, Uriel had nothing to say. She picked up a key and inserted it into the door on the side. When it opened again, the world behind the door changed. It was no longer a familiar corridor, but a turbid blackness.
Lebius dragged his disabled right leg and walked into the darkness with Uriel on crutches.
…
As the door opened, the stench of blood rushed in, covering Jeffrey and Yas in the blink of an eye, mixed with the putrid smell of the demons that had not yet dissipated.
Looking inside the gate, the courtyard was completely stained red with blood. Countless corpses were lying on the ground, almost no whole corpses, as if there was a perverted murderer who just spent a happy time here.
There are still some demons that are still alive, but they have completely lost the appearance of demons. They fall to the ground like poor victims, screaming in pain.
The people gathered outside the building stared straight in their eyes. Some people's legs began to tremble, and some who were mentally weak simply started retching, hunched over, and poured their dinner out of their mouths along with their gastric juices.
As "practitioners", it's not that they have never seen demons and their corpses, it's just that they have rarely seen anything like this, like a slaughterhouse scene.
This change is too sudden.
For them, this was just a relaxed and comfortable assessment. Some people even joked with each other about how to clean up the demons in the building and rescue the unlucky guy when the time was up. Some people said that the unlucky guy was
The ghost may be dead, after all, this is a bad idea from Lebius...
What no one expected was that the unlucky man did not wait for their rescue, but killed himself out of it alone.
What surprised them even more was the helmet thrown out by Boluogo and the broken wolf head.
"This is...Lebius's 'Blade-Bite Wolf'."
Someone recognized the wolf head and his voice trembled slightly.
Most people know who Lebius is, and they also know how terrifying this "blade-biting wolf" is, but now the wolf head, which symbolizes fear and death, is broken into pieces, and the broken helmet is right in front of them, and it is still stained with...
stained with blood.
Did Lebius lose?
An incredible thought arose in their hearts.
"Three hundred coins, you said so, Yas."
Jeffrey was the first to react, whispering to Yas, and then walked forward to greet Boluogo.
Yas was a little dazed. After a while, he regained his energy and shouted to the others.
"'The Ferryman' cleans up the scene!"
Need to clean up?
The guys called "The Ferrymen" looked confused. There were almost no threatening demons in the building. In their opinion, they should be wary of Boluogo. After all, he was the one who threw the broken helmet.
.
But facing Yas's ferocious gaze, they still had to move, passing by the scarlet Boluogo, and walking into the blood-stained building.
It was like walking into a monster's lair. It looked extremely ugly when eating, leaving food everywhere. Thick blood covered the walls. The night wind blew by, making a sound like a monster breathing.
There are no living creatures.
After a brief inspection, they came to this conclusion.
Those demons that were still alive died soon after. They had many fatal injuries on their bodies, which completely weakened the demons. They could only fall to the ground and wait for the moment when their blood ran out...
In the center of the pile of flesh and blood debris, they saw the fallen armor, which was exactly the same as the "Blade-Bite Wolf" in their memory. However, most of the sharp blades on its body were crooked, and some had gaps. There were also marks on the armor.
The punctured crack is filled with sharp blades inside. As if carefully calculated, the crossed blades precisely restrict the armor's movement space, turning into a death cage.
Yas was watching all this from outside the door with a gloomy expression. From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Boluogo sitting by the steps, terrified.
If such a guy is allowed to become a condenser...
Yas shook his head vigorously, he did not dare to continue thinking about it.
"How does it feel, Bologger!"
Jeffrey was busy beside Bologg. He didn't know where he got a towel from, just like the coach of a boxing match at halftime, wiping the blood for Bologg.
"Feeling? Great! And then...I think I might have had enough."
Boluogo was very tired, but when talking about this, he couldn't help but cheered.
It feels good to cut down powerful enemies, and there is an exciting sense of accomplishment. The "soul fragments" of the demons killed by the "Blade-Bite Wolf" after their death poured into Boluogo's body.
, the huge sense of satisfaction almost overwhelmed him.
Looking at his body, green rays of light flashed between the blood vessels. Jeffrey made no comment on this. As he thought before, only Boluogo himself could see this light.
"overeat?"
Jeffrey's expression twitched slightly, and he obviously understood it as another meaning of overstuffing. His eyes glanced at the corner of Boluogo's mouth, and he couldn't tell whether it was Boluogo's own blood or someone unlucky.
Demon's blood.
As expected, this is indeed the case.
"I really recommend you go see a doctor, Borrowgo."
Jeffrey strongly suggested, with a complicated expression on his face. He was both happy that Bologg passed the exam and also wary of mental patients.
"You are really crazy."
Jeffrey sighed, glanced at the blood dripping down the stairs, and then looked at the broken helmet. Thinking of what the helmet represented, he only felt a cold wind blowing on his neck.
"Logically speaking, when you are in a desperate situation, shouldn't you be looking for a chance to survive? You actually thought about cutting it down... you really cut it down!"
Jeffrey was a little incoherent. He understood that Lebius was definitely letting go. After all, Lebius had already reached the third stage, holding a golden scepter and wearing a bright red robe, becoming the "power-bearing person".
bishop".
But...but even so, the results caused by Boluogo were too shocking.
"If you kill it, won't you be able to escape from the desperate situation?" Boluogo replied with his thinking, "I will not die, I am an immortal, Lazarus who has been resurrected from the dead!"
Boluogo smiled, but this smile, combined with the injuries all over his body, really didn't make people happy. Instead, he felt a cold and strange feeling.
The fatal injuries caused by the "Blade-Bite Wolf" had been healed when he "resurrected from the dead", but there were still many small wounds on Boluogo's body, which were still healing slowly.
"How long will it take you to recover?" Jeffrey asked.
"How many hours? I don't know. I 'died' once inside."
Boluogo raised his hand, crossed his throat with his fingers, and whispered, "Slit my throat and almost decapitated me. It feels really bad."
"That sounds terrible. Unfortunately, I'm not immortal. It's hard for me to understand your troubles."
Jeffrey was amazed again and again. He knew the truth about Boluogo's "gift", but every time he observed Boluogo's resurrection, he still found it unbelievable.
The blood flowed backwards, the wounds healed, and even the broken bones were being reset one by one. The shallow scars could still be seen on the body, but soon those scars disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only stains.
Bloody skin.
How much did that devil love Boluogo, and actually rewarded him with such power?
"I need to take a break...did you pass the test?"
Boluogo pushed Jeffrey away, and he slowly leaned back and tried to lie down on his back. Jeffrey squatted next to Boluogo and said to him.
"Passed, exceeded the quota, and not only that, you also beat up Lebius!" Jeffrey recalled the character represented by this name, and he continued, "I have always hated this guy."
"Who is that?"
"Your future 'boss'," Jeffrey smiled, "how did it feel to beat up your future boss during the interview?"
Boluogo's expression froze slightly. He never expected that it would be his future boss who would personally assess him. He shook his head and asked.
"What about you? Where are you going?"
Jeffrey thought for a moment, how to explain to Boluogo.
"Our organization is divided into many departments, such as field service, logistics, and personnel."
"I guess you are from the human resources department, right? You are responsible for selecting unlucky debtors from the black jail." Bologo asked.
"Almost, but not quite."
Jeffrey gave Bologobi a thumbs up and praised, "You are so good, they must give you a lot of commission."
Boluogo didn't have the energy to talk nonsense to Jeffrey. He raised his head and looked into the dark night.
The sky in Opos is always gloomy and hazy, with no sunlight or stars. The night is pure darkness, and even the moonlight is rarely seen.
He coughed several times in pain, his chest heaved violently, and the delayed pain hit his nerves.
Bologo is immortal, but the "gift" does not come without a price, and immortality also comes with a burden.
As early as in the dark prison, "those people" had conducted precise tests in order to better contain themselves.
The specific content of the test... Boluogo didn't want to recall it, but thanks to that bad test, Boluogo had a clear understanding of his immortality.
His method of immortality is somewhat complicated. Under normal conditions, it is like going back in time, with the passing blood flowing back into the body and the broken bones resetting.
In special circumstances, such as if an arm is broken and the severed limb is locked in an iron box, the limb will not break open the iron box and return to the body. Instead, a new arm will regenerate from the wound, and the original
The severed limbs will completely dissipate into gray powder, like dust, in a short time.
For another example, if the body is broken into countless pieces of flesh, then the piece with the largest mass will be used as the starting point for multiplication and resurrection.
Because of this complex immortality mechanism, it is difficult for "those people" to summarize and classify their own immortality, but what can be understood is that Bologo's immortality is carried out in a way that consumes minimal energy.
Every time he is resurrected from the dead, Bologo will feel tired, and every time he dies in a short period of time, the time it takes for him to be resurrected will become longer, and his fatigue will increase.
Judging from the current tests, after five or six deaths, Bologo will fall into a coma due to exhaustion. According to the calculations of "those people", if Bologo can be killed continuously in a short period of time, then
It is expected that more than a hundred deaths will extend the time for Boluogo's resurrection to days or months.
Therefore, Boluogo's immortality currently seems to have a certain limit. Once too many people die in a short period of time, he will be incapacitated.
What a terrible memory.
Fortunately, this time there is the help of "soul fragments". These fragments are like a panacea. They can also have an effect in "Resurrection from the Dead". The more fragments, the less Burlog's burden will be, and the healing will be easier.
The faster it will be.
Sometimes he thought that if there were enough demons, Boluogo might become a "perpetual motion machine". As long as he could continue to kill demons, he could quickly "resurrect from the dead" again and again.
"Come on, can you tell me now who you are?"
Boluogo tilted his head and looked at Jeffrey.
"Office for Order and Security of the Rhine League."
Jeffrey calmly uttered this unfamiliar word, which was obviously the final moment when the mystery was revealed, but the reactions of both of them were quite calm, as if the story was progressing smoothly and without any surprises.
He stretched out his hand and shook Boluogo's bloody hand.
"Referred to as the 'Order Bureau', as the name suggests, it is affiliated with the Rhine League and is an organization that maintains extraordinary order and human security."
"Order Bureau..."
Boluogo muttered in a low voice and sat up slowly. After a short rest, he felt a lot better, but he was just a little tired and wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.
"According to Lebius's request, you will be assigned to his action team. However, his action team has only been approved recently. The activity room and staff dormitories have not been determined yet...
By the way, tell me your measurements so I can let them design a uniform for you. You will need to fill out the relevant benefits form later. I don’t know about salary yet. The salary levels of each department are different..."
Jeffrey was like a nagging old woman, nagging endlessly in Boluogo's ears. In terms of "personnel affairs", he was indeed quite professional, just like a nanny, always taking care of himself.
It's a pity that Boluogo didn't listen to a word of his words. He just sat there blankly and looked at the sky.
People were coming and going around. The reason for their successful employment. These people did not hide themselves from anything. A group of men in black walked out of the night and cleaned the bloody building. Piles of corpses were transported out, and
Several people stood nearby like guards, but they did not wear firearms.
So what do they use to fight?
The complicated lines and the words that Jeffrey once made a mistake came to mind.
Alchemical Matrix.
Then Bologg saw Yas, who was directing the scene. He seemed to have noticed Bologg's gaze, and he glanced at it unkindly.
"That's Yas, Yas Cyril, don't be angry, that's what he is," Jeffrey noticed the eye contact and explained to Bologo, "He doesn't hate you, he just hates you and the devil.
related."
"He has always been against hiring debtors... Fortunately, he doesn't mean what he says." Jeffrey joked.
Boluogo didn't care about Yas and just murmured to himself.
"become free."
Bologo was free, even if it was temporarily free.
After a long period of imprisonment, Boluogo finally returned to the world. There was no longer a "dark prison" hanging above his head, and he had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to do.
Thinking of this, Boluogo showed a morbidly satisfied smile.
"Anyway..."
Jeffrey pulled up Boluogo and spoke to Boluogo in an extremely formal manner.
"Congratulations to you Borogo Lazarus, your new life has begun."