Endless Debt.

Chapter 866 Diary
In Bologo's understanding, jealousy often comes from the envy and desire for others, and under the power of the devil, they distort these emotions and make them even crazier.

Now, Burrog felt it.

After frequently using the protection and soul-sucking, the curse broke out at this moment, and Bologo felt a strong desire, the desire to kill, the desire to destroy all these powerful enemies in front of him.

This desire did not appear suddenly, but was born in the continuous fighting of Burrog.

Boluogo is not angry, nor has he lost his mind. He can still formulate tactics clearly and distinguish pros and cons, but just like obsessive-compulsive disorder, he cannot control his next actions.

"It will strengthen one of my thoughts, and I will never give up if I don't achieve my goal."

Bologo analyzed the influence of the curse on himself in his heart, and at the same time, his body reacted instinctively against his consciousness.

Holding the hand ax and the blade, Bologo's body became lighter, moving like a cheetah, swift and graceful, with a ferocious force, cutting through the air, the hand ax whizzed down, and slashed precisely on the shoulder of the security staff, piercing the clothes and tearing the flesh.

The expected blood did not splash, but the glow of ether rose, like flowers blooming in the dark, beautiful and cruel.

The resentment danced in Bologo's hand, flashing cold light. He aimed at the heart of the security staff and stabbed out with a sword. The security staff quickly retreated to avoid this time, but a faint blue sword mark followed its pace, and then a winding crack split open.

Boluogo passed through the cracks of the winding path and arrived out of thin air. The resentful bite kept up with the previous trajectory and penetrated its heart just right.

Boluogo's expression has never been serious. Now he seems to have lost control of his body. Everything he does is to satisfy that desire. He doesn't want to activate the protection anymore, but the protection continues to be activated when his body is out of control.

Does this deepen your craving?Will I keep losing control?

Borrog didn't know, it was the first time he encountered the curse of jealousy, it felt terrible, as if the consciousness was imprisoned in the body, and in reality, it was just a walking dead.

At present, what he bears is only the desire to kill, so what about other desires?What about some more precise purpose?
What's more, Bologo can be sure that the degree of curse he has endured is currently only the lightest level, and it is just a desire to kill.

Envy is not an independent original sin, it is based on the "other".

What if the burrogo feels jealous of someone else and is affected by the curse?

Burrog didn't dare to think about it anymore, but his body was still moving, like an unfathomable phantom, Burrog shuttled through the siege of the enemy, and no one could catch him.

The handaxe and the blade are used alternately, each move is coherent and impeccable, and the intricate combination of attacks forms a violent dance.

Slashing from top to bottom, sweeping from left to right, every blow is full of deadly killing intent, Borrog's movements are cold and decisive, so fast that people can't see clearly.

The security staff tried to mobilize the power of the ruins to suppress Burrog, but even if they broke Burrog's bones and smashed his back, they still couldn't stop Burrog's actions.

As long as there is ether, it can be plundered.

Bologo and the security personnel have actually formed a strange balance. They call for a steady stream of ether, and Bologo is constantly plundering their ether, and this cycle is repeated.

His slashing strikes were as dense as raindrops, and the security staff couldn't resist them, so they could only be slashed down. The sound of the wind brought by the handaxe and the blade of the sword became more and more sharp, and the scene of interlacing swords, lights and swords made one's heart palpitating.

Freya watched this scene from a distance, and she thought that Burrog was crazy, but when she noticed Burrog's eyes, she found something even weirder.

From the beginning to the end, Bologo did not roar because of the battle, and his eyes were calm and terrifying, as if a corpse was dancing.

The silent, dead dance of death.

When Bologo swung his last sword, he completely chopped up the last security guard, and controlled the Snake Scale Liquid, sealed and solidified their broken bodies one by one, turning them into heavy iron coffins, and threw them towards the forge volcano outside.

The longing was satisfied, and Bologo felt that his body was under control again, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, followed by deep fear.

What if longing is some definite purpose?For example, when I was fighting the regent, my desire was triggered, so would I lose control of my body and try to kill the regent, even if I fell on the road, I would not stop?

The hazy light still stared at Bologo, like a giant eye peeping into the world. The overbright light interrupted Bologo's thinking. At this moment, he noticed that the light was weakening.

As the security personnel were forcibly repelled by Burrog, the twisted building began to reset, and the originally open road was being closed.

"It's closing!"

Freya's voice sounded from behind, she was holding a lot of documents, and ran towards the end of the corridor staggeringly.

At the end of the road extended due to the deformation of the building, the main laboratory was exposed, and they had to go there if they wanted to find out what Mamo was studying.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bologo immediately turned around and ran towards Freya. Like a hurricane, he easily grabbed Freya and led her forward together.

The slowly closing road stopped for a while, and there was a high-pitched etheric response from behind Bologo, and the fallen security staff stood up again, and the pure ether created dazzling spears in midair.

They made a slamming movement, and then dozens of dazzling spears dragged their tail flames like meteors.

The strong light covered the corridor, and Bologo felt that there was a heat wave behind him. The snake scale liquid built a diamond-shaped shield, blocking most of the spears, but a few still caught up to Bologo.

Leaving glowing beacons on the ground, roaring explosions and etheric shocks repeated, Bologo tried his best to reach the edge of the main laboratory, but at this time the surrounding walls suddenly closed, and the door was closed, leaving only a very narrow crack.

Burrog turned his head. He hallucinated a jeering sound from the security staff, and then they stepped aside and disappeared into a hazy white light.

"Run... run away! Burrog!"

Freya suddenly screamed, her face was pale, her eyes were full of fear, and even her body couldn't help shaking.

"Where does the danger come from!"

Bologo asked, and more and more diamond-shaped shields were constructed, surrounding the two of them.

Freya shook her head in despair.

"in all directions."

A high-frequency sound like a water piano sounded, and then a warmth enveloped Bologo.

A dazzling beam of light was released from the hazy light, and many faint blue electric lights were bound in it, as if it were an arc composed of pure ether, which was released silently, and then came into contact with matter.

Everything annihilated.

The venue seems to be lit, the light is dazzling, and the power released by the hazy light makes the surrounding substances inevitably burn, melt and penetrate.

All substances seemed to be thrown into a huge furnace, and the metal and rock melted instantly, as if being swallowed by the force of destruction, the air was squeezed to the limit, and there was a violent explosion.

The high-temperature environment made the surrounding air hot and swayed, forming a distorted visual effect, as if time and space were completely subverted in this instant.

Bologo just took a breath, and he felt that his throat and lungs were burned to ashes, and all the parts of his body that were illuminated by the light were turned into black coke.

But Burrog still swung a vital sword before being completely annihilated.

The blue sword marks passed by, and the winding cracks opened up the road to the main laboratory.

"Come on!"

Before the light spread, Bologo kicked Freya into the fissure of the winding path. The next moment, his vision was pure white, and then turned off to absolute darkness.

Bologo slammed forward relying entirely on the inertia of his body. After a feeling of pulling away from his body, he also passed through the cracks in the winding path and fell on the cold ground.

At this time, Bologo was like a burned corpse, with burning heat all over his body, his eyes melted, and his eardrums had already been penetrated. Fortunately, after tens of seconds, his lens began to rebuild, and his vision became blurred.

Climbing up with difficulty, Bologo tried to call Freya. He was very worried about this poor guy. Under the deadly glare, as an undead, Bologo could survive completely, but Freya was different. She would die if she was touched by the light of destruction.

Thinking of this, the sense of guilt is about to break through Bologo's reason. She has been struggling to survive for so many years without any accidents, but in the end, she has only been with herself for a few hours before entering the realm of death.

Suddenly, a reassuring voice sounded.

"Bologo?"

The voice was very clear, and it seemed that Freya's respiratory tract was not burned, but from the tone of the tone, Freya was very frightened, flustered, and a little... puzzled.

Burrog rubbed his eyes in pain, then blinked vigorously, his vision finally recovered, and then he saw Freya sitting on the ground at a glance.

Freya also raised her head and looked at Boluogo. From the outside, she was not injured, at most her clothes were a little burnt, and many documents were burned into a ball of waste paper, but compared with life, it was no longer important.

"Are you hurt?" Burrog asked.

"Cut by splinters, but ok, no problem."

Freya took off her coat and wrapped it around her arm to cover the wound. Burrog noticed that Freya's eyes were averted. She might be shy, or something else.

The current situation is very critical, and Burlogo has no time to think about what is there and what is not.

He turned his head and checked the closed wall. He touched the wall and felt a burst of warmth. He put his ears on it and expanded his etheric perception. On the other end of the wall, Bologo could vaguely perceive several etheric reactions.

It is the security staff, they have a certain degree of consciousness and logical ability, but their intelligence is still relatively weak, and they cannot handle too complicated information.

In their cognition, Bologo disappeared out of thin air, and they seemed to have lost their target, sluggish in place. In the past, they would leave after a period of vigilance, but this time the hazy light has come. As the central nervous system of all the staff, its intelligence is obviously higher than them.

Dim Light knew that Balogo was nearby.

An invisible wave spreads in all directions, like an echo, when it touches other etheric reactions, it collides with it, turns back to form ripples, and feeds back to the hazy light.

Bologo vaguely sensed the approach of the ether wave, because the distance was too close, he spread the ether cover in a panic, making the ripples sweep across his body without hindrance, and then Bologo quickly turned his head and looked at Freya nervously.

It’s over.

Bologo didn't think that Freya, a Sublimator of the first stage, could master the ultimate skill of ether shading, just when he was about to split open the cracks in the winding path again, and rushed out to buy time for Freya.

In Bologo's perception, the ripples passed Freya's body without any fluctuations. Freya's tense expression also relaxed a little at this time, showing a tired smile to Bologo, and giving a thumbs up.

Bologo froze for a moment, and then laughed, yes, after living in this ghostly place for so long, even if it is not covered by the ether, he can still figure it out.

"They won't leave for a while," Burrog said to Freya. "We'll find another way to leave."

In the eyes of the security staff, I should be the most heinous most wanted criminal in recent years.

"Ah."

Fu Liya nodded vigorously. She has experienced many thrilling things, and she has already begun to accept the ferocious evil spirit in front of her.

Since the security staff can break through to the secret laboratory, it will not take much time to open the road to the main laboratory. Burlogo must hurry up and collect all the information he can.

Looking at the main laboratory, it is different from the cleanliness of other areas. It looks like a great war. The room is in chaos, tables and whiteboards are overturned, broken pieces of containers are everywhere, and there are eye-catching traces on the ground, as if corrosive liquid has evaporated on it, creating a dangerous atmosphere in the silence.

Freya sat on the side, clutching the wound on her arm, with a calm appearance, Burlog could smell the fear and panic in her body.

For so many years, she has been like a mouse, surviving in the shadowy corners, confronting the security staff several times, and her sanity is about to be crushed.

Bologo really didn't have time to take care of Freya's mental health this time, with the diamond shield beside him, he quickly searched here.

It is also in a secret laboratory, and the outside is very tidy. Only here seems to be a conflict, and it is a mess. Burlogo can't help guessing what was discovered here.

In the center of the room, a class of spire-like mechanical equipment is intricately arranged, each of which exudes a strong metallic smell, their internal structures and pipelines are directly exposed, and a faint blue light is shining on the black metal surface.

The cables and connecting wires around the mechanical equipment are intertwined to form an intricate network structure, and the electric light flickers through these cables. Even after all these years, the place is still powered.

The closer it was to the core, the more suffocating it could smell. It was a strong smell from various reagents and chemicals, which hadn't dissipated after so many years.

Beyond that, Burlogo has found an interesting corner.

Someone had lived here for a long time, and he slept in a corner not far from the minaret. The ground was covered with a layer of waterproof membrane, and then a sleeping bag was placed on it. All kinds of daily sundries and many empty cans were piled up all around.

There are marks on the wall that record the date, and there are some thoughts, some complaining, some making wishes, and some encouraging myself.

A deluge of information flooded into Burrog's mind, and Burrog constructed what had happened here.

All the living utensils are single, and he has been living alone. Judging from the date marks on the wall, he has spent more than a year here. He could have lasted longer, but unfortunately, the chaos in the ruined area completely sealed the place.

He was imprisoned here, knowing that he ate all the food and starved to death here.

"Freya, have you seen the corpse?"

Burrog asked aloud, if he died, there should be a body left.

"No."

The voice came back, and Burlogo continued to search the corner, and soon he found a diary under his sleeping bag.

Interesting to say, if necessary, writing a diary is also one of the regulations of the Bureau of Order. Even if the individual dies, he can still leave useful information for the follower.

When you open the diary, the first thing that catches your eyes is a cute rabbit head logo.

Bologo couldn't help sighing softly, "It turned out to be you."

Mamo's apprentice, the scholar who took over the research of Void Intelligence, did not die outside, but hid here.

Even though they had never met or known each other, Burrog unexpectedly hoped that she would survive.

Opening the diary, a burst of strong resentment rushed to my face.

"It's over! How come it's the end of the world when you wake up!"

There was nothing left of Burlogo's inner emotions.

After simply flipping through it, just as Bologo thought, when Xilin invaded, the research on virtual domain intelligence was going on here.

"The space is completely distorted. This place is like a maze, constantly changing. I dare not stay in one place for too long. Who knows if my body will be stuck in the wall when I wake up.

Damn it, for the research of virtual domain intelligence, this place is completely isolated from other areas of the reclamation room, that is to say, I am in the recital room, but I have lost contact with the entire recital room and the order bureau. "

Burrog continued to read, and with overthinking, he could imagine everything that happened to her.

"I've been wandering in this maze for several days, but no rescue has arrived, and I haven't found anyone else. Where have they all gone? Are they staggered by space?"

In order to keep the top secret of the research, there are not many scholars here, and there have not been more than double digits for a long time.

Under the condition of complete isolation, the secret laboratory was independent of the reclamation room to a certain extent. As for the rescue she needed... During the time she lost contact, the reclamation room affected by Xilin had begun to distort.

Meanwhile, the Secret War broke out.

"No... you can't expect rescue, and it's best not to have rescue."

Her emotions stabilized, and she wrote the exact opposite text, "Once I am rescued, the decision-making room will definitely discover these things we researched, let alone being punished, the decision-making room will definitely ban our research.

Virtual domain intelligence, just thinking about it is crazy. "

Even in desperation, she still thinks about her research, which is very in line with Burlogo's stereotype of scholars.

Double check, this page was torn out and re-stained while writing this part.

"It stands to reason that I should stop recording in order to prevent the decision-making room from finding out, but that's wrong, anyway, the decision-making room can't find this, so I just wrote it, not to mention Mamo is outside!"

When writing this part, Burlogo could feel the joy from the words.

"Mamo will find this, find me, even...even if I'm dead when he finds me, at least there are still records left."

Her mentality is very strong, and it took less than 24 hours to clarify her thoughts and various possibilities.

The content after that was much simpler. In her description, the entire ruined area began to change chaotically, and the buildings were distorted and distorted every moment, just like erupting lava. She never stayed in any place for more than three hours, but no matter how hot the lava was, it would solidify in a slow flow, and so did the space.

A week after the Xilin invasion, the space gradually stabilized, and she also mentioned in her diary that she encountered a monster, then the second, and the third...

"It should be the space distortion, which caused the secret laboratory to overlap with the outside world, opened the passage, and let this group of monsters get in.

Bad news, I don't know how many monsters got in, good news, since they can get in, then I can get out too. "

Seeing this, Bologo thought of Freya, and he felt a little uneasy.

"These monsters are very interesting. Their shapes are inconsistent. There are all kinds of strange things. Some are hideous, and some are cute, but it doesn't matter. I killed them all. The most important thing in this research room is weapons."

The time in the diary has passed one month.

"No new monsters have appeared. I have checked here several times, but I still can't find their way in. Did they appear out of thin air?"

The date keeps jumping around.

"I started to dissect these strange monsters. I searched the data, but there is no record of them. Did they emerge from the containment area?"

"I found a strange thing.

These monsters seem to have optical interference, and they all look hideous, but if you close your eyes and only rely on tactile touch, they feel very similar...very similar..."

"I think I'm missing something, what about the others? Why can't I find them, even if they are dead, there should be bodies..."

Burrogo's heart hangs.

"I had this disturbing thought, oh my god, I, I don't know what to do, but I'm going to keep going, I have to figure out what's going on."

Burrogo took a deep breath, and turned another page with a heavy heart, and a short and neat text emerged, without any superfluous nonsense, only a crisp, almost report-like description.

"I was affected by cognitive distortions and I killed my colleagues."

(End of this chapter)