Under the illumination of the secret source, Boluogo is no longer the powerless mortal, an ordinary first-stage sublimation person. Now he has experienced many battles and stands on the edge between the power bearer and the defender.
The Throat of the Abyss could not catch up with Boluogo, and Mammon and Beelzebub could only stand on the edge of the storm and watch. The ethereal world emitted endless darkness, trying to swallow up the glow of the secret source, but until the end
In the end, they couldn't even get a foot inside.
Everyone, all they can do is watch and watch.
Boluogo's figure became more and more blurred, and his shadow became narrower and narrower, until the light engulfed everything, until the storm of the secret source roared, and thousands of snow dust tore at the body of the Yanyan Throat, and on its body
It left a series of scarlet wounds.
Like a wounded beast, the Throat of the Abyss let out an unwilling roar and hid in the winding crack in embarrassment. So far, the devil's trap against Boluogo had completely failed.
No one could have expected that the secret source would become restless at this time. It has been silent for so long that the devils have almost forgotten its nature and its will.
"Do you think he will wake up?" Mammon murmured to herself.
"No, how could he wake up?" Beelzebub shook his head, "The moment he chose to devote himself, he was already swallowed up by 'dedication'."
"No matter whether he regrets or suffers, nothing he does can change his 'irrational paranoia.'" Beelzebub said.
"The inertia of desire."
Mammon coldly used this term to summarize the irrational paranoia.
"The paranoia of devotion and the inertia of devotion are like a rolling stone. It will either hit the bottom or shatter on the road. There is no other option," Beelzebub said, looking up at Mammon, "Just like us."
When mentioning these, Beelzebub suddenly approached Mammon, "Your greedy desire, my gluttonous desire, we are all like this, even if we want to change ourselves, we can't. The irrational paranoia, the inertia of desire,
It will force us to get back on track, either to die on the road of desire, or to be truly satisfied..."
Devils have self-awareness, but do not have free will. As the incarnation of desire, they will serve the supreme desire until death.
The person who masters the sword is also the slave of the sword.
"How can we ever be truly satisfied?"
Mammon asked Beelzebub in return, stretched out her hand, gently wrapped it around her neck, and put it on the shoulder on the other side of her body, as if she wanted to take her into her arms.
"Yeah...how could it be? But what if, what if we could become the only winner?"
Beelzebub showed a seductive smile, "I have always suspected that the fact that we have been affected by this curse for thousands of years may be related to the fact that our wishes are not perfect."
She took the initiative to lean into Mamen's arms and held his chest. Her sharp fingertips were like sharp knives, gently sinking under the skin, but no blood flowed out.
"There are too many people making wishes. If there was only one person and one wish, maybe it would be different at all."
Beelzebub whispered, "A wish that is perfect enough."
She hugged Mammon completely. It was an extremely unfamiliar feeling. Mammon and Beelzebub almost forgot when they last hugged like this.
Beelzebub asked in a low voice, "Are you willing to satisfy me? My blood relative."
"Dedicate myself to you?"
A trace of sensibility flashed through Mammon's cold eyes, and the sensibility was fleeting. He hugged Beelzebub's head forcefully, as if hugging her tightly, and as if he was about to break her neck.
"Devotion is a virtue, an existence that is mutually exclusive with greed. I might have done this for you in the past, but now I... I can't do it even if I want to, my blood relative."
Mammon exerted great force, and Beelzebub's head twisted several times quickly like a top. His neck was completely twisted, his head twisted, and blood burst out from his eyes.
Beelzebub's expression was a little dull, and she laughed infatuatedly, and then her entire palm completely sank into Mammon's chest and stabbed out from the back.
She caught something, it might be Mammon's heart, or it might be something else. Until now, Beelzebub was not sure whether the devil had a so-called heart.
Crush it hard, warm blood soaked in the palm of your hand, and pull it out from Mammon's body like a sword. Mammon doesn't care about the injuries on his body. Instead, he laughs hard together with Beelzebub, and pulls Beelzebub hard.
Bu's head was completely torn off his body.
Blood poured out like a gush.
The beautiful headless body stood on the spot, as if she was not dead. She was still standing upright. Mammon held up Beelzebub's head and looked at her level.
Beelzebub asked, "How long has it been since we had a fight like this?"
"I don't like this kind of fighting, although it's harmless." Mammon's chest healed quickly, as if it had never been injured.
"You know, there is no sacrifice between us, we just fight and fight with each other. This is a debt for your original sin and mine." Mammon then asked, "Are you going to go to war with me? At this time?"
"Start a war? How is that possible? I've already said it. I just want to remember and have fun."
Beelzebub smiled, and his exposed teeth were bloodshot.
"We are allies now. Even if we have to fight each other, we have to deal with Leviathan and the others first, right?"
Mammon snorted coldly and threw Beelzebub's head out. The head flew into the air. The headless body stretched out its hand, grabbed it easily, and pressed it back to the neck section.
, as simple as building a toy.
The two of them looked at the approaching storm again, and Beelzebub said quietly, "Bologo walked in. He may go further than King Solo. What do you think will happen next?"
"No matter what happens, our disputes will never end."
Mammon did not think so far, he was more focused on what would happen next, "The situation has escalated. I need you to see him and ask him to cooperate with our next actions?"
"He? Do you think that arrogant morning star will listen to you and me?" Beelzebub felt that he had heard a big joke.
Among blood relatives, if Leviathan made Beelzebub wary because of its mystery and cunning, the arrogant Morning Star simply made Beelzebub feel uncomfortable.
He is always aloof and thinks that he is the master of all things, but in fact he is just a slightly more powerful devil.
Like Beelzebub, Mammon, and Leviathan, his essence is still a slave.
"He must listen." Mammon said extremely sternly.
Beelzebub asked, "What about you? What are you going to do?"
Mammon said, "Go and win more allies."
"Who? Others have already been pulled into his battle group by Leviathan." Beelzebub said.
After hearing this, Mammon just sneered and questioned her blood relatives.
"Beelzebub, would you really trust anyone else completely? Even me."
Beelzebub fell silent, Mammon's laughter continued for a few times, and said to himself.
"We are so contradictory, we hate each other, we are divided, we want to crush each other to ashes, but we are closely related blood relatives and allies.
We are incompatible with each other, yet extremely united.
How ironic."
…
When Bologger went deeper into the storm, he turned around and looked back, and found that the dark shadow had faded into an indiscernible horizon under the light. He seemed to be safe, but he seemed to be heading towards another unknown dangerous place.
"Are you still going forward?" Aimu asked.
"Um."
Bologg turned his wrist, and after dancing the hand ax and sword in several beautiful arcs, he inserted them back into the sling around his waist. With the weapon beside him, Bologg unexpectedly felt a lot more at ease.
"Keep moving forward? Aren't you afraid of getting lost in it?" After Amu asked, he whispered, "Do you know what's ahead?"
"No, I don't know at all, but I can vaguely feel that something is waiting for me deep in this secret source."
Boluogo calmed Amu's emotions and moved forward unswervingly.
"Do you remember what I told you? Aimu, I collided with those wandering ghosts in the storm of the secret source. I can read the memories of their lives from the echo of the soul."
The wind gradually increased, and Boluogo's pace became difficult. He squinted his eyes and felt like he was walking in a blizzard.
"I have seen many people's memories, many of which carry an astonishing amount of information. At first I thought this was just an accident, but later, there were more and more such accidents."
Bologger grasped the materialized tangle with both hands, using it as a hook and moving forward along it.
"Hill's memory, Saqin's memory...the memories of these people all point to the fall of the Holy City and the center of the mystery of the past."
Boluogo's voice sounded loudly in his mind, "I never feel that I am a lucky person, let alone that I can accurately find the memories of these people among these thousands of ghosts."
Boluogo's words paused for a moment. He looked at the vast expanse of white in front of him. The strong light had enveloped everything. If it weren't for the tangle that guided the direction, Boluogo wouldn't even be able to figure out where he should go.
.
"So...someone is helping me!"
Boluogo suddenly exclaimed, "Someone is deliberately showing me these memories. He is leading me towards the mystery!"
Immediately afterwards, Boluogo's voice became softer, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"Who do you think can do this?"
Boluogo seemed to be asking Aimu a question, but also seemed to be asking himself.
Looking at the pure white that occupies the entire field of vision, the answer is already very clear.
Aimu responded, "The secret source, the secret source is calling you."
"I want to go to the depths of the secret source and face the core of day. I want to hear what it has to say to me."
Although Boluogo said this, he stayed where he was at this time.
"Aimu," Bologg said again, "you don't need to take risks with me."
The secret source, the ultimate source of all condensers.
Boluogo doesn't know what will happen next. He is not afraid of death, but is wary of the unknown.
"I want to be with you."
Aimu replied firmly, "I'm here to save you, do you understand? I'm not letting you take risks alone."
Afraid that Boluogo would disagree, she added, "I have a beacon on me, and Mamo can use this to take us back from the ethereal realm.
Don’t forget, you are not a conscious body now.”
Boluogo remained silent, looking firmly at the bright light source.
Aimu shouted again, "Don't think about one person, Boluo Ge, we are partners! A firm community of destiny! One will be prosperous, one will be harmed, both will suffer!"
She knew what kind of person Boluogo was. Aimu wanted to say something more, trying to impress Boluogo, but then Boluogo suddenly laughed.
"I know," Bologg said to Aimu, "I will not abandon you."
"Then...then you should have said it earlier!"
Aimu breathed a sigh of relief. When Bologg was silent for a while, she was really afraid that Bologg would leave her and rush into the secret source alone.
"Haha, I was just thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thank you to fate," Boluogo stepped forward again. "I have imagined this scene, but in my fantasy, I will move forward alone."
Boluogo thanked him, "I didn't expect anyone to come with me."
Aimu was stunned for a moment, and in a state of mind, Boluogo couldn't see Aimu's expression. Aimu was also glad that Boluogo couldn't see her expression. She didn't say a word, but she released all her emotions.
ether.
Strength filled Boluogo's mind to the point where it almost swelled, and Boluogo's pace accelerated a lot as a result.
Follow the tangle to the end.
The scorching light took away Boluogo's sight. He called out Aimu's name, but this time there was no response in his mind. He wanted to try more, but at this time the pure white vision dimmed, blurry
The picture became clear as a result.
Bologna saw it.
A heavy and ancient stone slab stood in front of him, with long-faded patterns carved on it, and the textures told the traces of time.
Start painting scroll.
At this time, he moved his eyes again, and Boluogo found himself back in the long-destroyed Raymond Gaydon, in a slightly dark courtyard, with a hazy light reflected on the crystal curtain wall.
This time, Boluogo's consciousness was not completely immersed in the memory, but remained awake to a certain extent. He wanted to know who he was "playing" this time.
For this reason, Boluogo got up from his chair and walked to the crystal curtain wall. From the hazy reflection, Boluogo first distinguished a figure.
He was dressed in black, holding a cane with both hands, and had a slight smile on his pale face, with a hint of ridicule. Then, Boluogo saw another familiar face in the reflection of the crystal curtain wall.
Burlogo's own face.
Hill's face.
"I didn't expect that you could actually bring it back from the etheric realm." The devil stroked the mottled stone slab, with a rare trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that the devils would leave evidence of their crimes." Hill responded indifferently.
The devil kept smiling and said, "There must be someone who remembers all this."
