The disaster caused by Bologo continues to affect the Hidden Land. According to the past, when encountering such a supernatural disaster, the Aurora Road will restore itself just like the self-repair of the house, by injecting ether into the building.
, so under the protection of the aurora, few offensives can cause such heavy damage to these towers.
Unfortunately, most of the power of the Aurora Road is now given to various defenders and gloryers, and a large part is used to target Nethaniel, who is at the overlapping point and is close to the ethereal realm.
Under a series of influences, this gave Bologe the opportunity to wreak havoc. However, under the watchful eyes of the Glorious Ones, Bologe was unable to fully enjoy his destruction. He could only become like a mouse, dejected under the deadly thunder and fire.
The ground fled away.
"The commotion you caused was really big."
"There is no other way. If you want to survive under the attack of the Glorious Ones, you will need to spend some means."
In the dark alley, Osana was wearing a gray cloak. During the conversation, she threw two more cloaks to Boluogo and motioned them to put them on.
"But your method is to destroy the Hidden Land, my hometown." Osana's tone was filled with anger.
"It's just a few high towers that have collapsed. You can build more magnificent ones in the future," Bologg said with a nonchalant attitude. Then he took the cloak and asked, "What is this?"
Scratching the cloak, Boluogo could clearly feel that there was something wrong with its material. It should be some kind of special alchemy material. The Secret Group was very knowledgeable in this material science.
"The concealment cloak has special shielding fabric interspersed inside it, which can avoid the search of Aurora Road to a certain extent." Osana explained.
"A search for the Aurora Road? I knew its function was more than just energy supply."
Boluogo quickly put on his cloak and hood. He could clearly feel that his perception of the surrounding ether was somewhat limited. Similarly, it was difficult for the outside ether to spy on him.
Out of extreme vigilance, Palmer didn't want to put on the cloak, but another trembling roar came from the distance, and the loud siren sounded throughout the city again, as if an aviation formation was heading towards him.
Hidden Land Air Raid.
Palmer hesitated for a few seconds before putting on his cloak obediently. At the same time, he also hoped that an air raid would come and burn the place to rubble.
Forget it, there is a pure-blooded Night Tribe hiding in Boluogo's shadow, and there is another mole in the group of secrets. There is nothing to be surprised about.
Palmer comforted himself, but not long after his heart calmed down, he couldn't help but whisper.
"Duke of Rhapsody? Osana?" He pointed at the woman in front of him, and then at Bologo, "She is indeed a mole planted by the Order Bureau!"
According to Palmer's understanding of the regulations, Bologna's previous offensive was no different from that of a terrorist. Instead of beheading the two of them first and then going back to claim credit, the famous rhapsodic Duke helped the two hide their actions...
Palmer's poor thinking logic can only come up with the conclusion that there is a mole.
"A mole? I'm not a mole."
Although their philosophies are different, Osana still has a strong sense of self-identity with the Order of Secrets, and she protests against this term.
"I just have different ideas from those people," she said, glancing in the direction of the rising smoke, "so I just chose to cooperate with the Bureau of Order."
The billowing smoke and dust continue to spread upward, like a towering giant pillar, almost dividing half of the city. Aurora Road is temporarily unable to deal with these disasters, but the Sublimation Masters should be in place, just as Osana thought.
That way, before she could look away, the spread of the thick smoke was under control, as if a howling wind was passing by, blowing everything away.
This is the advantage of having all the Sublimers on staff. No matter what happens, a large number of Sublimators can be immediately in place at any time.
"what on earth is it?"
Bologg once again raised his question, and it was obvious that Bologg's patience had dropped to freezing point this time. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the blade of the unsheathed sword was covered with transparent mucus. No one knew that Bologg's patience had dropped to freezing point.
Will Luo Ge's next sword split open a winding path, or tear apart flesh and blood?
"I don't know," Osana shook her head calmly, "I'm just as confused as you."
Boluogo was silent for a moment and said, "Continue."
"Late last night, the Council of Sages suddenly issued an order to me and my father, the herald Fabien, telling us to hand over work with the other three dukes," Osana said while leading Bologg through the alley.
, while saying, "From tomorrow on, they will be responsible for all work related to the mission."
"It was so sudden," Bologo said.
"Yes, it was too sudden. Taking away me and my father is obviously to eliminate our faction's influence and avoid disturbing them in subsequent actions," Osana added, "I told you
Yes, the Truth Sect to which we belong is not popular."
"That is to say, they decided last night to attack us today," Boluogo murmured. "They could have done it more perfectly. There must have been something that changed their minds and forced them to make up their minds.
."
"Night Clan."
Olivia's voice rose in Boluogo's mind.
"You have become the public enemy of the whole city. You can no longer stay here in the tower. I will take you to the wasteland city. The disabled people will protect you. As for your subsequent actions, it is up to you."
Mentioning these, Osana's pace quickened a lot, "I can't protect you for too long. A defender, a power bearer, just disappeared into thin air in the hidden land... They will guess that I am
After all, in this situation, only I can hide you."
"Are you going to be okay?" Borlog asked.
"No, they don't have direct evidence. What's more, even if there is evidence, the most they can do is lock me up until the incident is over, rather than kill me." Osana said.
At this time, Boluogo noticed some clues. He asked, "If the Council of Sages really wanted to implement the absolute will, it should have eliminated you truth sects early on. It doesn't matter that you are dukes. The resources shared by the three dukes,
Still more than the four dukes shared.
In other words, is the existence of your family necessary for the Council of Sages?"
Bologo's keenness was expected by Osana, but she originally thought that Bologo would realize this only after all this was over.
Osana said, "The Council of Sages are a group of guys who deserved death but are not dead. They extended their lifespan through some special means and escaped the scythe of death."
"Just like the elders in my family." Palmer whispered.
"Those means of livelihood are provided by you." Boluogo guessed.
"Yes."
"How did you do it?"
Boluogo felt that there was still plenty of time, and with the fanatic Duke protecting them, they would be safe in the short term. For this reason, he kept asking Osana questions, for fear that the next time they met, he would see her body.
"It's very simple, the usual method of the School of Illusion," Osana said the word that was almost forgotten by Boluo Ge, "Fantasy comes true."
Boluogo was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously, "Utopia? What wish did the Council of Sages make?"
"A realm of immortality. As long as they are in that realm, they will remain young forever," Osana continued, "You can also feel it. In fact, my family has no say in the Council of Sages."
"Because there are no people of yours in the Council of the Sages, or in other words, they are no longer 'people'," Bologg glanced at the dark corner of the group of secrets, "They have become a species of fantasy."
"Yeah, just like I said."
Osana still had a calm smile on her face, but there was some unspeakable bitterness in this smile, "Once the radical concept of the supremacy of the Sublimer develops out of control, the Sublimer itself will be just another kind of person."
They are just formal resources, and they are ultimately used to serve the ultimate condenser."
Relying on sacrifice, Osana's family gained the highest status. Similarly, they were also bound by this status and could not escape.
"Did I hear something I shouldn't have heard?" Palmer interjected cautiously.
There was silence among the three of them for a long time, until Boluogo took the initiative to break the silence, "Where are the others?"
Boluogo looked up and looked around. The towering walls blocked his sight, but he could still see the valley cliffs that covered the sky, as well as the Holy Hub in the center.
"With so many things happening, it's impossible for the Deputy Director not to fight back, but if he did, most of the Hidden Land would be reduced to scorched earth by now."
In response to Boluogo's question, Osana shook her head, "Sorry, I really don't know this, but I guess he may be at the Holy Hub."
She added, "You have also seen that most of the Aurora's power has been poured into that, and it should be used to deal with him."
"The power of the aurora? You mean the light that surrounds them?" Boluogo recalled some of the Sublime Ones who were detonated by him, and their bodies all had a faint shimmer.
"Well, that's a method of amplification, sharing the ether of the Aurora Road with other sublimators, thereby increasing their power." Osana said.
"What about the others?"
"They should still be alive, at least no more towers will collapse," Osana joked, and then her tone became serious, "I said, the Sublime itself is just another formal resource.
The others should have been controlled and then escorted to the Holy Hub."
Osana then told the bloody story, "Unlike other families, when they die frequently, they will enter the realm of immortality and stay young forever, while the people in my family will become fantasy species to maintain this false world.
immortal.
But there are still too few people who can create Utopia Seeds, and precious resources such as Utopia Seeds are being used one less time. So for the operation of the immortal field, our family members have been conducting related research in recent years."
“Fantasy come true.”
Osana whispered that magical word, "In that realm where all wishes can be realized, what if you make a wish that twists your goals into a fantasy species?"
"This sounds like making a wish to the djinn. I want three more wishes." Palmer whispered.
"Yes, it sounds unreasonable, and in fact it is indeed unreasonable. All conversions involve energy loss. Utopian species may be able to do this, but the price paid must be more than what is obtained."
"How did you solve this problem?"
Bologo was like an apprentice, full of curiosity. Even a few minutes ago, he was still fighting to the death against the mighty power of the Glorious One.
Listening to Osana's story, Boluogo had a series of new revelations in his mind. Until now, his sight had been limited to the Bureau of Order, and he felt that the Bureau of Order was ahead of all forces in studying the etheric world, but now it seems that every
All forces are moving toward the truth, but they are moving in different directions.
Just like the Secret Group, just like Osana's family, which spends all their energy on studying fantasy seeds, they all have merits in each other.
"We have spent nearly a hundred years, made countless sacrifices, and carried out complex 'cultivation' of the Utopia Seed. Now it should be called the Utopia Tree. After a series of complex conversion rituals, we can convert the high-level condensed
The Chinese become nutrients, feed them to the fantasy trees, replenish the consumption of those fantasy seeds, and give birth to new fruits."
Boluogo analyzed it and felt that Osana was not lying. The fantasy seed was an opportunity to start. The process of realizing the wish still requires many costs, just like what Aimu did at the time, at the end of the chaotic timeline.
, she could not bear the consumption of the fantasy species on herself, and almost died.
The same is true for the fantasy seeds hanging on the fantasy trees that maintain the Council of Sages. Those old and fearful ghosts will not plant fantasy into their hearts and let their roots penetrate into their bodies to absorb nutrients. They need another.
Those who criticize Ninghua are used as "soil".
"Have you thought of anything? Boluogo." Osana suddenly looked at him with a smile.
Boluogo hesitated for a moment, but still said, "The Holy Trial, this large-scale ritual of implanting alchemical matrices on all people, now does not sound like popularizing condensers, but... but...
Create resources.”
"maybe."
Regarding this point, Osana did not give an affirmative answer. She just murmured, "In front of the ultimate condenser, everyone is just a number and a resource."
"Then what's the price?" Boluogo asked soberly, "You told me so much and helped me so much. What price do I need to pay for this?"
Osana stopped and crossed her arms, looking serious and thoughtful.
After a while, she said, "It's free."
"What's free is the most expensive."
Boluogo received a free gift once, and that gift came from Mammon, which impressed him deeply.
"Then do whatever you want."
Whatever, that answer sounds too harsh.
Osana raised her hand and pointed forward, "After passing this street, there is the wasteland city area ahead. When you get there, there will naturally be people to help you. Whether you want to escape from here or fight back, they will help you.
."
Boluogo glanced at the low-rise buildings and suddenly said, "If I win, it will be equivalent to helping you solve the radical faction and liberating the fate of your family. But if I lose..."
"Even if you lose, it won't affect me," Osana patted her chest, "I am still a loyal believer of the Secrets."
Speaking of which, things have become clear. Probably from the beginning, from the moment Osana arrived at the Bureau of Order, she had planned all of this. She used the relationship between the Bureau of Order and the Secret Group to
During the gap, bring the mission into the hidden land and carve out a space for your truth sect.
For the sake of truth, Osana took advantage of everyone, and her courage was commendable.
Boluogo took a deep look at Osana and said in a low voice, "I hope that when I see you again, you won't be a mutilated corpse."
"hope so."
Borrowgo and Palmer strode forward, like two blurry black shadows.
When they were about to disappear, Osana suddenly said, "People say that the condensers of the Illusion School have a certain amount of romantic idealism. I think I am the same..."
Osana's words disappeared in the wind, and she wasn't sure if Bologo heard them.