Endless Debt.

Chapter 870 Normalization
The scorching and chilling ether poured into the void agglomerate along the gap of the safety door, and the shining tentacles moved the safety door away little by little until it was completely open, and the bloated light ball filled the threshold. It squeezed hard, but couldn't shake the safety door at all. It just shriveled and deformed itself, and most of its body leaned in.

"We should go." Freya said nervously.

This is the transportation hub of the ruined area. Countless safety doors are waiting for the two of them. If you open one at will, you can escape the predicament right now.

"No, I can't go away."

Burrog shook his head, then turned around in a circle, his eyes swept over every part of the void agglomeration, Freya also imitated Burrog's movements, followed her gaze, and then she saw the same picture as Burrog.

At the end of the stairs that grow tangled like vines, those safety doors are slowly opening, a dazzling light shines behind the door, and thick light-cast tentacles stick out, groping for the surrounding materials indiscriminately.

Freya froze, she couldn't understand the current situation at all, as if the ruined area accelerated to become chaotic at a certain moment, and everything was changing towards disorder, only waiting for everything to return to annihilation in dead silence.

Burrog frowned, and the diamond-shaped shield surrounded him like a guard.

Just like copying and pasting, the pictures in front of me overlapped into countless copies. At the same time, each security door corresponds to a hazy light, invading this place.

"It... how come there are so many of them?"

Freya couldn't believe it, these successive incidents were about to shatter all her common sense of survival over the years.

"There are not many of them, only one."

Bologo said calmly, "It's just that the space is distorted, making it in every space at the same time, and this place seems to be the overlapping place of all spaces. When it arrives here, all people are unified, and the projections in countless spaces are also returned to. One."

Each space is like an independent sheet of paper. Countless sheets of paper are scattered and stacked together. The part of them overlapping with each other is only a corner of the edge, and relying on this overlapping corner, you can freely reach various papers and spaces.

The void agglomerate is the place of infinite overlap, and it is precisely because of this that it stands up with safe passages leading everywhere, and becomes the transportation hub of the ruined area.

So what about the hazy light that seems to be everywhere in Freya?

With the opening of all the safety doors, all the hazy light squeezed into the void agglomerates, and a strong shock hit, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing, and numerous ripples erupted from the entangled void agglomerations of the stairs, as if something was about to break through the shackles. Countless cracks climbed all over the stairs, and then broke.

Large pieces of wreckage floated in the void, rampaging, and they further shattered, and even turned into fine dust, forming a sea of ​​dust.

Violent tremors hit, and the void agglomeration area seemed to be shattered, and the roaring vibration continued, and the glimmer of light revealed in the huge agglomeration entangled in the stairs was also extinguished.

The ground under their feet was completely destroyed, and Bologo and Freya were placed in the void of weightlessness. The silvery white hands were thrown out one after another. While catching Freya, Bologo also nailed the silvery white hands into the larger fragments, pulling himself, and approaching there.

"caught you."

There was a dull rumbling sound, and countless clusters of light distorted, just like the overlapping effect of films produced during a film show. In the dazzling light, there were endlessly rotating colors in a kaleidoscope, forming short and eye-catching scenes one by one.

The crazy and psychedelic scene burst out in front of Burrog's eyes, and Freya also saw the same scene, and couldn't help screaming.

"Bologo!"

She tried to stretch out her hand to Burrog, but was horrified to find that her arm collapsed like a liquid, and then under Freya's gaze, Burrog's face became abstract and elongated, like a picture Distorted paintings.

In Burlogo's eyes, Freya looked the same.

Their consciousnesses were drawn into the vortex of distortion, and they felt a strange sense of detachment from their bodies, as if their souls were about to be stripped out of their bodies to join in the carnival together.

The light clusters no longer exuded gentle light, but instead diffused a ferocious and dark aura. They overlapped one after another, red like blood, green like poisonous weeds, and purple like venom. They collided crazily with each other, making sharp and piercing sounds.

The strange and insane scenes seemed to come from distorted dreams, and each scene was full of death and pain.

All of Bologo's senses were infinitely amplified until they broke through the threshold, leaving only numbness, and Freya's painful scream became louder and louder, until it stopped abruptly after reaching the apex of the limit, similar to Bologo.

Return to dead silence.

Tens of seconds later, Bologo struggled to open his eyes. He didn't know whether he was just unconscious or dead. He tried to stand up, but just having an idea of ​​action caused an unstoppable pain in his mind.

The consciousness seemed to be shattered and torn apart by countless sharp knives, and instantly fell into chaos and pain. The severe pain penetrated every cell like a cone, making people feel like they were in the hell of torture.

The senses of Bologo’s body were not spared either. They sent messages of stimulation and pain. The vision briefly lost light and color, leaving only blurred images and distorted pictures. The hearing was torn into harsh noises, which was unbearable.

The organs also seemed to be in total failure, they could not function normally, they were no longer coordinated, the heart beat rapidly and irregularly, and seemed to stop at any time, breathing became shallow and difficult, as if being pinched by an invisible hand Throat, the muscles were weak and trembling, and it took a lot of effort for Burrog to prop up his body.

At this moment, Bologo can conclude that he just lost consciousness for a short time, instead of dying... he might as well be dead, and let the axis of time tracing refresh his state.

Burrog coughed a few times in pain, and then the cough turned into retching, and the cloudy liquid mixed with blood was spit out.

"Freya?"

Burrog called out, his eyesight had not yet recovered, and he could only see a blur.

Freya didn't answer, but Burrog could hear her gasping and sobbing, blinking hard, and the blurred vision gradually became clear.

The ruins in the void have been completely destroyed, no matter how huge the buildings are, they have been reduced to shattered fine debris, they are scattered in the space, flowing slowly and gracefully, forming a vast ocean, tumbling and intertwining.

All the stairs disappeared, leaving only a long straight corridor floating in the ocean of ashes. Bologo was on this corridor at this time. It was extremely wide, with tall columns lined up on both sides, and at the end of the columns was the huge ball of light shining with infinite radiance.

It is like the core of the void, burning slowly like a scorching sun.

Freya was standing under the scorching sun, and the glaring light cast a huge shadow behind her, covering Burrog. Burrog took a few steps forward, and Freya's face became clear. At this moment, Burrog stopped abruptly.

"Freya?"

Burrog called out vigilantly.

At this time, Freya was wearing the same exquisite ceremonial clothes as the security staff, and her hair was also scattered, floating and floating gently as if she had escaped gravity.

Freya lowered her head, and then slowly raised it up. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face. In an instant, she seemed to be many years older, and her face became mature, without any emotion, and extremely cold.

Burrog took a step back involuntarily, and the groan became clearer. Burrog looked along the sound, and he saw another Freya under the towering column.

She was leaning against the column, her expression was weak, her face was pale, and there were more and more cracks on her body, and the gaps on her lower body gradually widened until they were completely broken.

At this moment, she was like a broken porcelain doll, her left leg was gone, pure, almost colloidal ether flowed out from the broken cross-section, her right arm was also bent strangely, also bloodless, and there was a huge wound on her abdomen, which almost cut her off in the middle.

The broken one is the Freya that Burlogo is familiar with, so what about the complete one?
"She is Freya...you are Freya too."

The hazy light group squirmed violently, and more and more figures came out of the light group. They were faceless security staff. They strode forward. During the process of walking, their body shapes began to change, becoming different heights, and facial features appeared on their blank faces.

Burrog felt as if he understood all this, he muttered involuntarily.

"Consciousness can be copied, and naturally it can be copied in multiples."

Countless familiar and unfamiliar faces emerged, some were young, some were old, some were just short girls, and some were already somewhat hunchbacked old men.

They were all Freya, all of them.

(End of this chapter)