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Chapter 22 Development

The secrets brought back by Boluogo set off a silent storm within the Bureau of Order. Visitors from the outside, the end world, the final dispute, etc., every piece of information is enough to shock the Bureau of Order, let alone all of them surfaced.

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In order to avoid leaks and riots, this information is currently blocked by the decision-making room, and only a few people like Boluogo know it. Although Boluogo has not met the crowd, he can also imagine the huge size of the crowd.

The body has been fully expanded and steaming out.

After several people's dissuasion, Mamo stayed in the border sanatorium. Although he was an old guy, he was still of extraordinary value to the Bureau of Order and to all mankind.

Not only is the wisdom in Mamo's mind, but also the power of his Glorious One, even though his alchemy matrix is ​​several generations behind.

As for the meeting between Boluogo and the Secret Group, it did not go as smoothly as Boluogo imagined. According to other informed staff, the Secret Group is negotiating with Nathaniel.

This negotiation has been going on for several days. As for what they are talking about, no one knows yet, but everyone can understand the increasingly tense atmosphere. For example, you can smell the fresh smell of soil before a heavy rain, and the employees are inexplicably worried.

Uneasy.

"As the heir to the Clerks family and a typical representative of extraordinary nobles, what do you think they are negotiating?"

In the combat room, Boluogo asked Palmer while moving his body, hoping to get some answers from him.

"What else can we talk about, other than autonomy and maintaining our own independence within the Rhine League?"

Palmer threw the storm feathers, and the flying knives disintegrated and multiplied in mid-air, turning into a dense flock of birds roaring in the blink of an eye.

In the past, Palmer could only roughly guide the trajectory of the airflow, but after being promoted to the Power Bearer, his secret power has been further strengthened. Palmer can distort the airflow into a small storm and precisely control this group of people.

Flying birds, let them circle and dance above your head, making a shrill chirping sound.

"Self-independent..."

When Bologo heard this term, he couldn't help but frowned. In his vision, all forces must unite and cooperate. The behavior of the Secret Group was tantamount to going against his idea.

"Yes, we are independent. The Bureau of Order should have been able to agree to their conditions before, but this time it was a bit too much."

Palmer added, "Everyone can feel that war is coming, and everyone is nervous. During the wrath of the Scorched Earth, the Rhine Alliance responded hastily and had no time or energy to deal with the secret groups, so it allowed

Despite their existence, after so many years, the Bureau of Order has grown into a terrifying monster.

Now that the war is approaching again, it is obvious that the Bureau of Order will no longer allow the secret groups to stay out of the matter."

Bologordo glanced at Palmer and said, "You are smarter than I thought."

"This is basic common sense as an heir," Palmer choked back.

Palmer said, "Next, either the secret groups will be persuaded to unite and cooperate, or before the war comes, there will be a civil war within the Rhine League to resolve these unstable factors."

"A civil war?" Bologo thought, "An extremely rapid civil war to resolve internal dissent."

"It feels like the purpose is more than that," Palmer said again, "Didn't you hear the recent rumors?"

"What rumor?"

Bologna was so dedicated to his work that he never paid attention to the whispers among the staff.

"There are rumors that the Disobedient Royal Court is able to operate so wantonly within the Rhine League because of the help of the Secret Group." Palmer raised his hand and called, and the Storm Feathers dissipated and reunited.

Caught the dagger steadily, Palmer wiped the blade with the corner of his clothes, raised his head and said to Bologg, "The Secret Group also smelled the approaching war. They were afraid of being unified by the Bureau of Order, so they chose to fight against the disobedience.

The Royal Court cooperates to a certain extent to ensure its independence."

"I know this, we talked with Hart before," Bologg continued, "Using this card to threaten the Bureau of Order? This sounds too stupid."

"I think so, so there must be some inside story that we don't know about."

Palmer nodded and inserted the dagger back into his waist, "But to be honest, in my opinion, it is not surprising that the Secret Group cooperates with the Disobedient Royal Court."

"You also know how arrogant those guys are. I once thought that the only difference between them and the Night Clan is that they are not undead." Palmer said and sneered twice.

"If a civil war does break out, do you think we can end the fighting quickly?" Bologo asked.

"I don't know... this should be based on which side has more Glorious People," Palmer continued, "I also heard that the Bureau of Order is summoning Glorious People, so in terms of the number of Glorious People, we should have the advantage.

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The glorious one.

The end of the extraordinary road is also the highest combat power that a condenser can possess in this world.

Although the Glorious Ones are often mentioned, and there are indeed many Glorious Ones in this world, there are very few who can actually devote themselves to extraordinary wars.

The reason is very simple, the generation gap in alchemy matrix technology is too big.

The bodies of the Glorious Ones have been highly etherified, and their lifespan has reached the limit of human beings. For this reason, there are many old and immortal Glorious Ones like Mamo, but unfortunately, these old Glorious Ones are not suitable to be put into the battlefield.

middle.

Let’s compare Mamo and Nethaniel. Once the two confront each other, even if they are both glorious people, Nethaniel can inflict heavy damage on Mamo within a few rounds. At the same level, the generation difference of the alchemy matrix

will determine the outcome of the battle.

Blindly investing in the Glory Ones will only cause unnecessary casualties, so it is often only a few Glory Ones that really determine the direction of the battle.

"According to the regulations of the Bureau of Order, only honorable men who have been promoted within the past thirty years will be included in the order of battle." Palmer said.

"How many such bureaus of glory are there?" Boluogo asked curiously.

"How do I know this? The order of battle list of the Glorious Class is confidential," Palmer then added, "But what is certain is that my father, the deputy director, must be among them."

Palmer walked up to Boluogo and suddenly his eyebrows were beaming, "Compared with these, you are now a defender. You are only one step away from being a glorious one. Don't you have any thoughts?"

"I don't have any thoughts."

Boluogo shook his head, "In my opinion, just like getting promoted at work, strength is just a tool used for work."

"You are so boring."

Palmer looked disappointed, but then added, "But it's not bad. At least you don't have any desire for power, which can make you feel more at ease."

"What's wrong?"

"Think about it carefully, Boluogo. If a paranoid person like you is full of desire for power... If you are lucky, you may be the savior of the world, but if you are unlucky, you may be a complete villain."

Palmer recalled it and gave an example, "For example, becoming a guy like Sere."

"I shouldn't be as miserable as him."

"Example, just give an example."

Palmer said and walked towards the door. He looked at Bologg and then at the open space in front of Bologg.

In front of Boluogo, a clear dividing line was drawn. The buildings within the dividing line were safe and sound. Outside the dividing line, the originally vast platform of the actual combat room had become a mess, with countless potholes and cracks scattered randomly.

Sweeping across, it was like the firepower of an army group had just bombarded the place indiscriminately.

The combat room often suffers such blows, but it can usually heal itself within a few minutes. But this time, Boluogo destroyed most of the combat room into ruins. Countless rubbles slowly squirmed, they looked like

I am trying to heal myself, but no matter how hard I try, the speed of recovery is still extremely slow.

As if Bologo's ether had some kind of toxicity, even Kenshi was absolutely suppressed and could not resist at all.

Palmer raised his eyebrows. He thought that he could catch up with Boluogo after being promoted to the power bearer. But who would have thought that Boluogo would become a defender so quickly, and the strength of his secret power was somewhat...

It's beyond imagination.

"Do you want to stay here longer? Or go together." Palmer asked.

Boluogo twisted his wrist and said, "Let's go together."

Now the actual combat room can no longer meet Bologo's training requirements. It is at most like a target, allowing Bologo to intuitively realize his destructive power.

"Have you mastered the extreme state now?" Palmer followed Boluogo and asked in a low voice.

"It's almost the same, but I'm not very proficient yet. I can only increase the ether amplification to the extreme level," Boluogo pondered for a moment and then said, "I'm trying some new ether extreme skills."

"for example?"

"As Yas told me before, a technique called ether siphoning."

Boluogo further explained, "This ultimate skill is usually activated when the ether is exhausted, turning oneself into a vortex, quickly attracting the ether in the surrounding environment, and forcibly replenishing it into the alchemical matrix."

"That sounds too rough."

Palmer suspected that it takes time for the alchemical matrix to convert ether. This is undoubtedly forcefully pouring ether into the body. Just like the mouth of a bottle is only so big, pouring it hard will only make the bottle full of cracks, or even burst.

"Yes, according to Yas, the ether siphon can be used at most once in a short period of time, and even if it is used only once, it will cause certain damage to the alchemical matrix," Boluogo said nonchalantly, "But I am an immortal.

What's more, if the ether can be restored quickly, this price is nothing."

Seeing Boluogo's appearance, Palmer didn't know what to say for a moment, let alone how to evaluate him.

After looking at Boluogo worriedly for a while, Palmer sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong?"

"nothing."

"You've been sighing like this lately. What happened?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just that the thought of war is coming gives me a headache...I haven't held a wedding yet." Palmer casually found an excuse to excuse it.

Boluogo refused to give up and said, "As soon as the war is over?"

"Farewell, farewell, have you forgotten those movie plots? As soon as the characters say something like this, they are dead!"

Palmer knew that in order to make the characters' deaths more touching, the director would make them fall down with regret. It was okay to do this once or twice, but it would really be annoying to Palmer if it happened too often.

"Hmm? When do you plan to hold the wedding with Church?"

"With Qiu Qi? That's okay, it's quite lively with so many people."

Palmer and Boluogo came to a forked road. He crossed his arms and fantasized for a moment, then said seriously, "Then do I want to take you with me?"

"ha?"

"I'm talking about the wedding. Do you want to come with us? But the premise is that you and Aimu's progress should be speeded up. What if you can't catch up?"

Palmer let out a strange laugh as he spoke, and before Bologg could answer anything, he disappeared into the corridor. Even after becoming a person in power, Palmer still looked carefree.

Boluogo stood there stunned for a while, putting those messy thoughts behind him.

Now Bologco is on an important mission, and until this is over, he doesn't want to think about anything... and he doesn't dare to think about it.

Every time he thought about this, Bologg envied Palmer's comfortable mentality, which Bologg would never learn in his life.

Leaving the current area, Bologo set off to reach the sublimation furnace core.

After confirming that Mamo would not die for the time being, Bailey and Aimu also returned to the sublimation furnace core, replacing Mamo and leading the subsequent research.

Boluogo walked through the corridors and areas skillfully, and opened the door of the office. Aimu, as always, was sitting behind a desk piled with research materials, calculating a series of formulas on a piece of paper.

Aimu seemed to be fascinated by the study and did not notice the arrival of Boluogo at all.

"Ahem."

Boluogo coughed twice and finally caught Aimu's attention.

"Boluogo? When did you come?" Aimu asked in surprise.

"Just now, you didn't seem to notice me," Boluogo said, sitting opposite Aimu. "As promised, I'm here."

Aimu spent more than ten seconds to recall what she had agreed with Boluogo. There were too many things going on recently, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Oh, it's about the next generation of snake scale fluid, right?" Aimu remembered the agreement.

With the promotion of Boluogo, the alchemy weapons and contract objects that fought with Boluogo either could not keep up with Boluogo's strength, or were damaged in the battle. For example, the broken phantom dagger gradually cracked.

, a terrifying appearance that can no longer be used in battle.

"Do you have any design ideas?"

As Amu said, he took out a jar of solution from the cabinet, which contained the Snake Scale Liquid, but the unenhanced version was of little use to Boluogo today.

"Yes, I hope that the new generation of Snake Scale Liquid will have stronger lethality at the microscopic level." Bologo said.

Aimu asked tentatively, "Infinitely narrow and sharp?"

"That's right, infinitely narrow and sharp."

Continuously subdivide and sharpen it until it can kill the enemy at the cellular level.

This is Bologna's vision of his own base defender.


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