Opening his eyes, it took Boluogo nearly a minute to regain his consciousness. He moved his stiff body, and there was a faint pain in his muscles. Sleeping on the sofa all night was not a problem.
A comfortable choice.
Boluogo's sleep was not comfortable this time. He maintained a high degree of vigilance all night long. While he was vigilant about the group of secrets, he was also wary of the person who was in the same room with him. His mind was confused and his dreams were also chaotic.
It's a mess, with fragments of the past coming at you like mixed cuts.
Boluogo simply arranged his clothes, holding the scabbard in his hand, and he was fully armed and meticulous.
Sunlight fell from the narrow hole in the Holy Hub, reflected by the smooth surface of the building, and slowly moved forward on the aurora road. The deep circular valley clearly covered almost all of the sky, but there was still a lot of sunlight soaking in it.
In the city.
Bologg looked out the window. It was like a fire was burning above the Holy Hub. The light was so bright and dazzling that people couldn't help but cover their eyes. After looking at it for a moment, Bologg tightened the curtains and blocked all the light.
, only a faint gap of light hits the ground, like a boundary dividing light and darkness.
There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other in the darkness, soft and hidden, like snake scales cutting across fine grass.
"It's time to go, we will move in daylight, can you?" Bologo asked.
Scarlet eyes opened, and Olivia walked out of the darkness. Her expression didn't look good either. Bologger didn't know whether he didn't sleep well, or was hurt by his own words, which didn't heal overnight.
"Can."
Olivia stretched out her hand to show the hazy gauze covering her body. It was like a cloak or a skirt, like a hazy air, covering Olivia's body.
"It doesn't look like it can block the sun."
In Bolog's opinion, the black veil was riddled with holes.
"Then you are judging people by their appearance," Olivia flicked the black veil, "This is a gift my mother left for me, the Alchemy Arms Veil. When the sun shines directly on me, it can make me atomize.
Like a ball of untouchable water vapor, so that the sunlight cannot affect me at all."
"Atomized? Is that a description?" Borlog asked.
"It's not a description, it literally means atomization."
"Does this nature overlap with your secret power?" Boluogo speculated, "Your power that blends into the shadows."
"It's just to avoid some extreme situations," Olivia added, "To remind you, every high-level night clan has the means to block sunlight to a certain extent."
"In other words, they can actually have certain mobility under the sun?" Bologo said.
"Naturally, since the establishment of the Eternal Night Empire, many night tribes are not willing to just hide in the night," Olivia said, "They have been trying to conquer the daytime world."
Boluogo quickly recalled the archives of the Eternal Night Empire, and a dark cloud emerged in his mind. He said, "Extraordinary disaster: Dark Iron Curtain?"
"Yes." Olivia confirmed.
As one of the biggest crises that human civilization has ever encountered in the development of civilization, the Eternal Night Empire has caused not only the Eternal Blood Tax but also the Dark Iron Curtain to cause extraordinary disasters.
Compared to other extraordinary disasters, the Dark Iron Curtain is less lethal. Its effect is exactly as it sounds. After a series of complex rituals, it creates a dark cloud that blocks all sunlight. They will remain like the Iron Curtain for a long time.
It never disperses, completely covering the earth and bringing eternal night to life on earth.
Relying on the Dark Iron Curtain, the Night Clan had the ability to fight in daylight, causing the Allied Forces of the Sublime to suffer huge setbacks on the battlefield. Facing the boundless darkness, the only advantage of the Sublime was gone.
.
At the time of crisis, the Clerks family stood up. These masters in controlling the strong winds led the storm and forcibly blew away the dark clouds one after another. In the final battle, with the betrayal of Sere, they even completely wiped out the whole family in one fell swoop.
The dark iron curtain that filled the battlefield caused the fire of the sun to burn away all the Night Clan.
"Don't think about that," Boluogo said. "It's not time to face the decisive battle with the Night Clan. Let's find a way to solve the problem here first."
Boluogo looked in the mirror, dipped his fingers in water, and briefly combed his hair. Seeing Olivia still standing there, he said to Olivia in the mirror.
"What are you waiting for?"
Olivia was stunned for a moment, then nodded belatedly. Her body began to squirm, break, and turned into wisps of black shadows that penetrated into Boluogo's shadow. Under the cover of the extreme ether, Olivia
The sense of existence is infinitely close to zero, like a hibernating beast.
Boluogo pressed the whistle and confirmed that there was no problem with the connection to Olivia. He walked out of the room. This time he did not need to knock on the door. Palmer was already waiting in the corridor, as were the others. In comparison,
, Boluogo was the last one to come out.
"I have to say, it's quite pleasant to live in this place," Palmer said.
Seeing his beaming look, Boluogo asked, "You look like you slept well."
"Pretty much, I like the night view here very much. It's really a good experience to sleep next to the floor-to-ceiling windows," Palmer paused and then said, "It's just that the sunlight in the morning was a bit strong, and I was woken up directly by the sun."
Bologg knew that Palmer would not be so self-disciplined. Looking at the other end of the corridor, Bologg easily distinguished Nathaniel's figure from the crowd, then Holt, and others.
Now that the people of the mission are gathered, the next step is to work.
"Good morning, every body."
A stranger appeared on the edge of the crowd. His appearance was silent, and everyone showed a little surprise, except Nathaniel, who seemed to have noticed the man's arrival early on.
The man's attire is similar to Osana's, and they seem to have the same status. The only difference is the color of the robe. He is wearing a fiery red robe, like a burning firework.
"Duke of the War, I remember you."
Nathaniel recognized the man's identity, extended his hand in a friendly manner, and then asked, "Where is Fabien? I thought he would entertain me today."
"Your Excellency the Herald is waiting for you at the Holy Hub together with the Council of Sages." The Duke of War responded with a smile.
Nathaniel discerned the difference in his words, and he asked, "Me? Just me?"
"Yes, I hope you understand this. After all, it is our decision-making hub there," the Duke of Zhan said with an understanding look, "Besides, is there any difference between a group of people going there and you going alone?"
"Indeed, there is no difference." Nathaniel nodded. He did not need a bodyguard. He himself was the most powerful force.
"So……"
Duke Zhan still wanted to say something, but suddenly Nathaniel interrupted him and greeted Holt behind him, "I will go to meet with the Council of Sages, and you will go to the archives to review the recent records of the Secret Group.
All records."
Nathaniel gave instructions unabashedly in front of the Duke of War, and did not take the group of secrets seriously at all.
Duke Zhan's expression turned pale immediately. He wanted to say something else, but Nathaniel turned around and asked, "It's just a review. There's nothing wrong with that."
His cold gaze stared at Nethaniel. After a few seconds, it softened, and the Duke of War smiled again, "It's nothing, just to verify our purity."
"Very good, then we should go."
The team began to move and left the diplomatic tower. When they arrived at the bottom of the tower, another stranger had been waiting there for a long time. He was also wearing a duke's attire, and the color of the fabric was eye-catching orange.
"Duke Spiritual God?"
Nathaniel may not recognize the face, but he definitely recognizes the robe and understands the power it represents.
"Deputy Director Nethanil."
Duke Spiritual God was relatively young. He saluted politely to Nathaniel, then looked at Holt and others, "I will take them to the archives."
Nathaniel glanced at him deeply, then glanced at the Duke of War next to him, and whispered, "You guys reacted very quickly."
"What do you mean?"
The Duke of Zhan pretended not to know anything, and then he explained, "The archives are equally important to us. It's always right to be more vigilant."
The team was about to be broken up here. Holt said nothing, but nodded firmly to Nethaniel. Seeing this, Nethaniel didn't say much, and just ordered, "Lead the way quickly."
Nethanil left the team and headed toward the Holy Hub. Holt and others followed the orange robes and headed in the opposite direction.
No matter how stupid Palmer was, he realized that something was not right about the situation. He whispered, "Just let the deputy director leave like this?"
"Don't worry, the deputy director is much more reliable than you." Boluogo responded in the same low voice.
"Then we should go with them?"
Palmer and Bolog were walking at the end of the team. He looked around furtively and found that the members of the Secret Group were evenly scattered around the team. If he made any move to leave the team, he would be immediately arrested.
Discover.
"I feel a little uneasy, Borrowgo."
Palmer nervously rubbed the lucky dice. As his rank rose, this guy's sense of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages became more acute. Palmer may not be the strongest, but he will definitely survive until the end.
"I know, don't be nervous, take it easy," Burlogo asked Palmer, "Do you remember our work?"
"What job?"
Bologna's head was spinning, so he shouldn't have expected Palmer.
It is obvious that the composition of the mission is mainly based on Holt and his team members, and the presence of Burlogo and Palmer seems extremely abrupt.
Bologg understood what Nathaniel meant. Holt and others were just covering up. Bologg and Palmer, the two debtors, were the key to the investigation. Now they not only had the umbilical cord to contact the devil, but also had the ability to
Olivia's bloodline guidance.
If anyone can find out the truth hidden by the mysterious group, they are the only ones.
All Bologe needs now is a suitable opportunity, a silent moment, out of sight of others, so as to leave room for himself to take action.
"Are you sure this is okay? Olivia."
Borgo took advantage of the whistle and communicated silently with Olivia.
"Yes, but I need a shadow to hide you perfectly without attracting anyone's attention." Olivia promised.
"good."
The team followed the Duke of Spirit God to another nearby tower. Looking at the gradually darkening light in the building, Boluogo didn't think that this was an archives.
But... this has nothing to do with him. He still remembers Osana's invitation to cooperate. Yesterday it was Osana and Fabien who entertained them. Today, a group of strangers suddenly changed. Secret groups must be brewing secretly.
something.
Burlogo suddenly stopped walking, and then grabbed Palmer. When Palmer was confused, Burlogo reached out and covered his mouth.
"you……"
Bologg looked at him with a serious face, and Palmer immediately became honest. Before others noticed the abnormality here, suddenly, the shadows under Bologg's feet began to boil silently. They rolled over and surged up instantly,
Devouring Bologna and Palmer in one go.
The two people just disappeared on the spot, leaving only a pool of shadow blending into the surroundings. The attendant's eyes swept over, not noticing anything strange at all, nor did he notice that there were two missing people in the team.
…
After passing through layers of protection, Nethaniel stepped into the Holy Hub. This was not the first time he came to this giant tower, but unfortunately, he did not explore it carefully in the previous few times he arrived.
Here, he did not have a clear understanding of the layout of the Holy Hub.
But no matter how ignorant he was, looking at the declining numbers on the elevator, Nethaniel understood that the place the elevator led to was probably not the seat of the Council of Sages.
"Where are we going?" Nathaniel asked calmly.
"The heart of the nest is the seat of the Council of Sages." Duke Zhan replied.
Nathaniel sighed and looked at the other party helplessly, "I don't like people lying to me."
"This is the Holy Hub. Deputy Director, please cooperate." Duke Zhan said expressionlessly.
Without any warning, Nathaniel suddenly took action, grabbed the Duke of War by the throat, and pushed him hard against the wall.
Under the huge impact, the front wall dented backwards and rubbed violently with the shaft wall. The whole elevator roared and trembled, and sparks shot out.
The surrounding attendants did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately drew out the sword blades from their waists, and placed them on Nethaniel's throat. Just as they were about to strike, the Duke of War raised his hand and stopped everyone's actions.
"Calm down, everyone."
Duke Zhanzhan showed an ugly smile, with blood stains between his teeth, "The deputy director was just joking with me."
"joke?"
Nathaniel exerted a slight force on his wrist. As long as he wanted, he could twist the throat of the Duke of War at any time, but the other party raised his hands as if surrendering.
"Deputy Director, I know you have a lot of opinions about us, but we don't need to be like this, right?" Duke Zhan persuaded.
There was a trace of hesitation in Nethaniel's eyes, but the strength on his wrist did not weaken at all. Nethaniel was never a soft-hearted guy.
At this moment, the elevator reached the end, and before the gate opened, Nesanil felt the rich ether coming from behind the door.
"The Aether Forge?"
As soon as Nethaniel suspected the situation, a brilliant aurora burst out from the Duke of War. He suddenly waved his arm, and the sharp swords on Nethaniel's neck were chopped off one after another.
Brilliant etheric explosions erupted deep underground in the Hidden Land, and the scorching fire was like erupting lava, all the way up the lift shaft, destroying all structures along the way.
Flames were burning inside the gate, and the figures of the attendants were torn apart in the firelight. Their flesh was charred and carbonized, and the sword blades were melted into molten iron and dripped on the ground.
The Duke of War fell heavily to the ground with steam and flames rising from his body. Even though the aurora was surrounding him, large areas of his skin were mercilessly burned and burned.
He quickly got up from the ground, only to see a shadow stepping out of the firelight.
"I've always been curious, how are you going to deal with me? Will this be this boring trap in the end?"
Nathaniel tore off the burned clothes on his body, revealing a strong and scarred body.
"Everyone, I no longer have the patience to act with you."