Endless Debt.

Chapter 869 Replica

The light spear fell, the tentacles danced wildly, and the building collapsed one by one. Just when Bologo could not retreat, a safety door emerged from the broken wall. In the eye-catching green light, the safe passage opened to Bologo.

"I knew it!"

Burrog yelled excitedly.

Freya succeeded. She really uploaded herself into the ruined area, but she didn't know what happened. The consciousness she uploaded was incomplete, leaving only the fragile young version of Freya in front of her.

Reminiscent of Freya's struggle to survive in the ruined area, plus the secret energy she spoke of that could warn her.

That is not a secret energy at all, it is one of the authority to control the ruined area.

"Freya!" Bologo questioned loudly, "You should have encountered many dangers before, right? Every time there is a desperate situation, there will be such a door to open!"

"Yes, yes." Fulia closed her eyes in fear, letting the snake scales float around her, "Didn't I tell you before? It's as if some kind of power is helping me."

Bologo dragged Freya towards the security door at high speed, and the roaring sound echoed.

"It's not some illusory power that helps you, but yourself!"

The obscuring light and the security staff can mobilize the power of the ruined area, as can Freya, but compared to them, it is difficult for Freya to actively control this power, and she will only passively activate it when she is in a desperate situation.

Bologo guessed that Freya's consciousness was diluted by the huge ruined area. By analogy, it is like letting a person's consciousness control the administration of a city or a country.

The computing power of Freya's individual consciousness can't support such a large computing power consumption. Even if she can control the ruined area, the feedback of commands will be very sluggish, and the specific energy efficiency is also very weak. Therefore, only when her own safety is really involved, her power can barely show a little bit.

Comparing it, the crowd is much more efficient. Since the computing power of the individual is not enough, then other people are added. The consciousness of each person has been subdivided to serve different functions, becoming a screw and a gear on this terrifying machine.

Burogo suspects that if Mamo can really connect to the crowd before his brain death, most of his consciousness will be used to maintain the sublimation furnace core. Relying on everyone's years of experience in life, these consciousness bodies can even work without training.

"What am I thinking!"

Bologo complained in his heart. Under the extremely nervous situation, he unconsciously made a cold joke in his heart, and then accused the Bureau of Order of these terrible actions.

"Mamo! Mamo Payne, do you remember this name?" Burrog continued.

Freya shook her head blankly, she had no memory of the name.

"Is it the loss caused by consciousness uploading?"

Boluogo deduced, he thought to forget it, don't embarrass Freya at this time, and he will have plenty of time to torture this coward when he escapes to the void agglomeration area.

The scorching air flow engulfed, and the light spears all over the sky attacked Bologo, piercing through and smashing the ground, followed by Bologo's figure, leaving a series of spear forests behind him. After a short delay, the light spear exploded, and the pure ether set off turbulent currents, engulfing fragments and hitting Bologo's body.

Bologo only felt a pain in his chest, and there was a sweet taste in his throat, and the manic ether filled every place. As long as Bologo's ether spread out of the body a little, it would be strongly repelled by the ether.

Usually in this kind of crisis situation, Bologo will release the protection and soul-sucking usurper. These hostile ethers are like a buffet in front of the protection, allowing Bologo to devour and use them.

But after realizing the curse brought by the protection, Bologo did not dare to use the protection easily. Once he was controlled by paranoid jealousy and was forced to do something, it would be fine if it was just the thought of killing, but if some other, inadvertent thoughts were enforced...

Just like the complaints in my heart just now, the broken thoughts about Mamo, will I try to kill Mamo because of my paranoid thoughts?

Jealousy, terrible jealousy.

You must get what you want, and you must do what you want.

No matter the means, no matter the cost.

Burrog calmly analyzed the nature of the protection curse, "irrational paranoia caused by jealousy."

"stay!"

The roaring reverberation came again from the strange light group, this time the bright tentacles directly penetrated the heads of the security staff, they were manipulated like marionettes, excess ether accumulated in their bodies, facial features emerged from the faceless heads, and pure light overflowed from the eyes, mouth and nose.

Ignoring the change behind him, Bologo led Freya into the security door, and he closed the door intimately.

The hot temperature dropped suddenly, and the strange space with entangled stairs came into view. With the sound of closing doors behind him, Bologo climbed over the stairs, dragged Freya, and stopped slowly.

Sitting on the steps, Bologo was panting heavily, thinking hard while looking at Freya. She was sitting on the steps opposite to Bologo, her body was still entwined with snake scale liquid.

As time went by, the cracks on her body were slowly healing, and it didn't completely shatter like a porcelain doll.

"me……"

Freya wanted to say something, but she really didn't seem to know anything, and she couldn't say a word of excuse. In desperation, she looked like she was about to cry again.

Bologo felt a little annoyed. It was the first time he met such a crying person, but it made sense after thinking about it. His broken and confused consciousness was hiding in the terrible ruins.

"Look at this."

Burrog threw the diary, along with the badge that Burrog took from the corpse. These evidences prove that Freya is not an intern at all, but the product of uploaded consciousness, Freya Bradley.

Freya sobbed softly, flipping through the diary, the fear in her heart constantly amplified... She was familiar with the handwriting on the diary, it was her handwriting.

Burrog could smell the fear emanating from Freya, and he understood Freya's mood at this time. It was like one day, someone suddenly told Burrog that he was not a real life, but a virtual character in a certain story.

Faced with this kind of thing, everyone will inevitably fall into doubt of self-existence.

After not daring to rashly use the protection to restore the ether, Bologo could only use the most primitive way to absorb ether independently to restore his own ether. As for the potion containing the soul of silver, he found a lot in Freya's storage room, but they were all destroyed in the battle just now.

After reading briefly, Freya put down the diary, her eyes still filled with disbelief.

"how could be?"

Freya tried to refute the facts, she tried to recall her childhood, but no matter how the memory went back, she still couldn't cross a node.

After the shock of the Xilin invasion, she woke up in a mess.When I recall this place, I can't move an inch, as if there is nothing in front of me.

"Nothing is impossible. There are many terrible things in this world."

Burrogo commented grimly that he had to get Freya to accept reality quickly so he could move on to the next step.

"You are Freya Bradley. After being trapped in the ruins, you chose to upload your consciousness to the ruins to continue your life. However, in the process of uploading, your consciousness will inevitably be lost, let alone your consciousness alone. It is impossible to control such a huge ruins, so you have become like this."

Halfway through, Bologo couldn't help guessing what the dim light was. Compared with Freya, it was obvious that the dim light was the master of the ruined area.

Freya shook her head, "No... Freya is dead."

"What are you talking about?" Burrog retorted, "Aren't you Freya?"

"If what was written in the diary is true and she really succeeded, I am...but not her."

Freya spread out the diary and showed Bologo the last page, where there was a crooked handwriting, as if a person was writing with the last strength before dying.

"Consciousness can only be copied, not uploaded."

Bologo was stunned. At this time, he remembered belatedly that he was used to using consciousness uploading to understand all this, but in fact, there was no so-called consciousness uploading.

To die is to die.

Even the countless conscious bodies in the crowd are just copies of the consciousness of the living before brain death.

The real Freya died a long time ago, in the steeple, but she continued in another way to appear in front of Bologo.

Bologo stood up abruptly, and at the same time there was a babbling sound of metal friction. Bologo looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that the safety door when the two came was being slowly pushed open at the moment.

As Freya said, the void agglomeration area is not completely safe, it is still watched by the hazy light.

Tentacles of pure light protrude from behind the door.

(End of this chapter)