Endless Debt.

Chapter 852 Forge Volcano
After struggling for less than a minute, Bologo made an extremely rational decision.

He chose to sneak into the sublimation furnace core area first, and follow the route given by Mamo to find the secret laboratory.

This is not only to satisfy Bologo's selfish desires, but also for this operation to find the road to the sacred city. You must know that the situation in the ruined area has completely changed, and the information given by the Bureau of Order is completely useless. God knows Where is the containment area, and who knows what the containment area will become.

There are cognitively distorted monsters pretending to be employees everywhere, and they also have internal security services. If nothing else, they will be the main opponents of Burlogo next.

The ruins are filled with hostile aethers that further limit Borrog's power and deny him his call.

Rarely has Burlogo been in such a passive situation.

After checking his own equipment, Bologo injected himself with the soul of awn silver to replenish the ether consumed in the battle just now. After some adjustments, he became a full-blown posture again.

Opening the safety door just now, the familiar industrial style came into view, and Burlogo was still hiding in the shadows, advancing along the narrow gap between large equipment.

Soon Bologo met a group of staff. They stood in front of the console, fiddled with the broken joysticks and buttons, and wrote a series of random numbers on a notebook full of graffiti.

These guys are really dedicated. Due to the chaos in the ruined area, most of the equipment that needs maintenance has been shut down for many years, but they still pretend to be in normal operation.

Burlogo began to wonder what the so-called decision-making room was in their previous conversation.

Is it a common word in a role-playing game?Or in this chaotic area, they even reproduced one in the decision-making room?
"Area No. [-], a corridor with the sublimation furnace core logo printed on it..."

Burrog recalled the hints on the list and looked around.

The space of various departments is distorted and integrated, and the map carried by Bologo is completely useless, but the good news is that the various digital signs are still engraved on the steel. In the maze, find the target.

"It's weird..."

Burrog raised his head, and above him was a towering dome, but at this time, the middle of the dome was inserted into another flat floor, and it was full of crooked desks, as well as piles of documents and documents. Electronic equipment, whiteboards are filled with dense data and diagrams.

A certain scholar's office overlapped with the dome, which looked extremely abrupt, adding an inexplicable sense of absurdity to the ruined area.

Boluogo turned his attention back to his eyes, and after walking two steps, he passed another locker. These lockers should not have appeared here. Next to the lockers, there were neatly arranged protective clothing.

This should be the locker room where the scholars wear protective clothing, but it was also moved here due to space distortion.

A slightly dangerous idea rose from Burrogo's mind.

A few minutes later, Burlogo came out of this "open-air" locker room. His steps were a little shaky, his every move felt bloated, and his breathing became dull.Burlogo realized that this was the first time he was wearing a hazmat suit.

Discover the law, understand the law, use the law.

This is a sentence that Burlogo read in Amy's office. She wrote this sentence on a sticky note and pasted it on the scribbled whiteboard.

Burlogo likes this sentence very much, and the ideas of scholars overlap with Burlogo's own ideas.

"How do these staff judge the intruder?"

Belogo remained vigilant and stepped out of the shadows. He was thinking about whether there was a special way of communication among the staff?Or is it, like humans, judged to some extent by appearance?
practice.

A lot of staff wearing protective clothing appeared in front of them, just like what Bologo had seen before, they were carrying a pile of heavy sundries, and they regarded these sundries as some kind of precious alchemy materials.

Boluoge is getting closer and closer to them, and his heart hangs. According to the timing of the watch, the so-called internal security department will be dispatched in a few minutes. Boluogo doesn't want to fight with these boring undead .

"Hey you!"

A staff member noticed the approach of Burrog, and it spoke loudly, with a familiar hoarse voice.

Bologo felt that these employees were not only imitating human work, but also imitating human language. Some voices were hoarse, and some voices were stuttering.

"Ah."

Burlogo said as little as possible, and his pace quickened a little.

"What about your materials?"

The leading staff member asked, it didn't seem to notice the abnormality of Bologo.

Burlogo replied in that hoarse voice, "Materials? Here."

Lifting the suitcase in his hand, the suitcase was made of snake scale liquid, and it contained the resentful bite and the slashing sawaxe. No matter how bulky the protective suit was, Bologo couldn't fit these two weapons into it.

"that's it?"

Burrog guessed that it was trying to express displeasure, but like all staff, its words were without the slightest emotion.

"That's all."

Bologo also responded indifferently, carefully answering the question based on his previous guess.

These clerks regarded the clutter as something and transported them continuously, and Burlogo tried to take their perspective and play stupid with them.

It was silent for a while, didn't say anything more, turned around and moved forward with other staff, they were carrying sundries of all sizes, and some even pushed the carts.

Burrog secretly heaved a sigh of relief and followed at the end of the line.

Now it seems that the method of judging friend and foe by these employees is the same as that of human beings. To a large extent, it is through naked eye recognition... It should be so, after all, they are imitating human beings.

Not only imitating human behavior, but also imitating human disadvantages.

"It's like a big role-playing playground, or rather, a madhouse."

Bologo said in his heart that he kept trying to put himself into the perspective of these employees, but it was still a little difficult to implement... Bologo was not good at playing stupid, he couldn't use these messy things as any material materials.

Damn it, among the staff, someone even brought a roll of toilet paper, and Burrog was curious what it would think of this roll of toilet paper.

Following the team all the way forward, Bologo saw many traces of space dislocation. Buildings in different areas were put together abruptly, some were modern buildings, some were ancient palaces or abandoned factories.

This kind of spatial distortion and architectural patchwork is not perfect, they bring a sense of incongruity and eerie, the joints between buildings are full of cracks and chaos, as if they were forced to be spliced ​​​​without fully merging, like a The three-dimensional design models were forcibly stacked together.

Burlogo tried to find the markings that divided the area, but the numbers of these markings were not continuous, and some of them disappeared directly.

"Damn!"

Burrogo complained in his heart, and he began to doubt whether he would be able to find Mamo's secret laboratory.

You must know that Mamo retired many years ago, and the scholars in the sublimation furnace core even thought that he had passed away, but in fact Mamo has been living in the dark secretly, and did not reappear until recent years , became active.

That is to say, before that, all of Mamo's experiences were top secret, and Bologo's knowledge of them was blank.

Burlogo can only hope for his own luck now, and happened to encounter the logo in the record, and then found the secret laboratory.

Suddenly, a scorching air flow rushed from the front, interrupting Burlogo's thoughts.

Boluoge immediately became alert, and saw that the entire team was stagnant. The staff members lowered their heads, stabilized their figures, and resisted the heat wave. After the air flow stopped, they moved forward again. To them, this seemed It's very common.

After walking for another ten minutes, Bologo saw the source of the heat wave at the end of the dislocation area.

At the end of this intricate labyrinth, a gigantic tower-like melting furnace stands tall, like a red-hot, iron-cast mountain, with fiery flames overflowing from the gaps in the metal, waving slender flames, burning The waste dust accumulated into blocks, paving a path of ashes leading directly to the interior.

Like a pilgrimage, the staff carried ridiculous sundries and struggled up the steps.

This time Borrog couldn't keep up with the team, he was completely stunned, his eyes greedily swept every corner of the volcano, trying to take every detail of it into his eyes.

It is like a tumor of steel and lava, residing on the ruined area. The thick pipes are tangled and stretched like tentacles, and the surface is mottled with rust, showing signs of erosion over the years.

They twist and bend, converging on a spiral path toward the core of the furnace.The ends of the pipes forked into numerous branches that flowed into the buildings surrounding the furnace.

boom--

A deep sound came from the inside of the furnace, and even the ground under Bologo's feet trembled slightly. The scorching air flow periodically overflowed, and the surrounding buildings were hit, making weak noises.

Someone pushed Burlogo gently from behind, and said in an emotionless voice.

"Time to work."

Only then did Burrog come back to his senses. As he moved forward, he stared at the cables climbing up, like ruthless iron vines, which covered the dark interior.

"Forge Volcano."

Burrog silently recited its name in his heart.

The Forge Volcano is the largest melting furnace in Extraordinary history. Its scale is embedded in the reclamation room like a mountain. For this reason, it is no longer regarded as a melting furnace, but named after a volcano.

It used to provide energy for the entire reclamation room, until the secret war split the reclamation room into the ruins area, and the forge volcano was difficult to transfer due to its terrifying size, and was finally lost in the ruins area.

In today's sublimation furnace core, many scholars who have witnessed the Forge Volcano still miss it. In their words, once the Bureau of Order can recover the Forge Volcano, then the scholars' research and the energy supply of the entire reclamation room will have nothing to do with it. will be greatly improved.

Burrogo felt that this was not an improvement, but a return to its former glory.

"I see... did they imitate even this?"

Burrog looked at the team in front of him, the dazzling fire gradually engulfed their figures, and Burrog could only see one blurred black dot after another.

After the ruins fell into chaos, many of the equipment that required staff maintenance had already been damaged, but not all of the equipment was so weak. In the design of the scholars, the Forge Volcano was a large-scale equipment that could operate on its own without the participation of staff.

Its only need for staff is to regularly remove the ashes, lest the tons of ash cover the building.

Even though the ruined area is out of the control of the Bureau of Order, the forge volcano is still running continuously, providing energy for the entire chaotic ruined area to maintain the most basic operations.

Bologo was a little excited. It was the first time he saw this existence that only existed in rumors. What's more, Mamo's secret laboratory was near the Forge Volcano.Burrog wished it was still there.

The staff threw countless sundries into the flames, and the oncoming heat wave and dazzling light made Burrog somewhat unable to see their movements clearly, but soon, it would be Burrog's turn.

As the distance got closer, the appearance of the forge volcano became more and more clear. There seemed to be countless ghosts burning in the furnace. These ghosts turned into flames that soared into the sky, dancing continuously, exuding the breath of death.

The flames converged into one swaying figure after another, and the sight was so horrifying that Burrog could almost hear the screaming air, as if these ghosts were wailing in pain.

But the shock for Burlogo was only just beginning.

The staff at the front threw their debris into the sea of ​​flames along the gap, as if offering sacrifices to the forge volcano, and then they did not leave, but jumped and disappeared into the sea of ​​flames.

The people in the first row were engulfed in flames, and the people in the second row followed. They did the same thing, throwing debris into the flames, and then throwing themselves into it.

Soon, Bologo was standing in the first row, the scorching heat was hard to insulate even the protective clothing.

"What are you staring at?"

The staff next to Bologo asked, seeing that Bologo didn't answer, it didn't ask any more questions, and after skillfully throwing the sundries into it, it jumped down by itself.

Now there is only Burlogo left, and the people behind are tired of waiting, and some staff pushed Burlogo.

"What are you waiting for?"

"What?" Bologo turned his head, pretending to be puzzled.

"Work," said the clerk.

Burlog asked again, "It's our job to hold these things and jump in?"

"if not?"

The clerks couldn't figure out what Burlogo was asking, it was work, the work they were used to.

"That's right, even if the Forge Volcano doesn't need human maintenance, it's not a perpetual motion machine, it still needs fuel to burn..."

Burrog said as he took off his heavy helmet, his cheeks dripping with sweat.

"So, can I interpret this behavior as, you are imitating the staff's... sacrifice?"

The staff was stunned, and then it attacked Bologo decisively, and Bologo was faster than him, the snake scale liquid disintegrated, and the resentful bite was drawn out.

Bologo split its arm with a sword, and kicked it into the sea of ​​flames. The figure disappeared and turned into pure ether into the fire.

"What a bunch of psychopaths!"

Bologo thought he knew enough about these weird employees, but the facts were always surprising.

The movements of the staff in the rear froze for a moment, and then they dropped their debris one after another, stepped on the disintegration of ashes, and swarmed towards Borrog.

With his back to the raging flames, Burrog held a sword in one hand and an ax in the other, with a diamond-shaped shield surrounding him.

He told himself that he should do less with those twisty things in the future.

Find the rules and break the rules.

Burrog was going to add this sentence to Aimu's note, and then he jumped out and turned over a large number of figures.

(End of this chapter)