Endless Debt.

Boluo Ge's voice was like a supreme iron law. With the imprint of the staff sword displayed in the eyes of all Freya, the Freya who approached manically, like legions, suddenly stopped. Their eyes were completely attracted by the imprint of the staff sword, and for the first time, different emotions appeared on their cold faces.

Confused, puzzled, confused, surprised...

At this moment, like real people, they showed various emotions, hesitated in place, and did not attack rashly.

Burrog took a deep breath. He was right.

There is a strict division of authority in the Bureau of Order. Facing Freya who gathered all the forces in the ruined area, what Bologo wants to bet is that there is still a certain amount of underlying logic from the reclamation room in the ruined area.

Before the invasion of Cylinder, the collapse of the ruins area, and the copying of the conscious body by Freya, the ruins area was under the control of the reclamation room. This series of emergencies and distortions may have caused the connection between the ruins area and the main body of the reclamation room to be broken, and then it was out of control.

But no matter how out of control, Freya covered it with her own consciousness, Bologo felt that there would always be a trace of it, as long as there was a glimmer of life, then he had the authority from the decision-making room, which was the power above them.

"Decision-making room?"

"It is indeed the will of the decision-making room."

"But...but..."

"But we are the decision-making room."

"If we are the decision-making room, what is he?"

A low-pitched conversation sounded among the Freyas. Their logic seemed to have gone wrong, and they couldn't figure out the current situation until a voice sounded.

"Quiet."

The crowd parted, and a stooped old Freya came out. Her arrival caused all Freya to stop talking, leaving only absolute silence lingering between them.

"The reclamation room has been destroyed, and the decision-making room has also fallen."

She said coldly, "Here, we are the only pure land, the continuation of the Bureau of Order."

Old Freya was like the highest decision-making will among the Freyas. With her words, the eyes of all Freya became cold again, and the manic ether rose like fire and approached again.

"Should it be expected?"

Bologo glanced at the old Freya, and then at the little Freya who was wrapped in the liquid of the snake scales.

"You have a complete self-awareness, you are not so paranoid and neurotic, and you look very kind," Burogo commented briefly. "The copy mutant of the consciousness body can produce positive distortion like you, so it is normal for it to copy and deform a bad Freya who is overly paranoid, irritable, and has a pathological desire to control."

A good Freya, a bad Freya.

Little Freya didn't know Burlogo's plan, but she could clearly sense that the situation that had finally been reversed seemed to be back to the enemy's side.

"You should still have a solution, right?" Little Freya whispered, "Surely there is?"

Who wants to die if they can?Now Bologo was all little Freya could hope for.

"Also, but it needs your help," Burrog continued. "After all, you asked to be born, didn't you?"

Burrog's expression became furious, and his voice was full of harshness. He grabbed the Sawaxe and Grievous Bite, and he assumed a fighting posture.

"Remember, Freya, never put your own destiny in the hands of others... Whatever you want, you have to get it yourself."

Little Freya nodded half-understanding, getting ready, and then Burrog strode forward, and he roared again.

"I'm Borogo Lazarus, the Operations Commissioner appointed by the decision-making room."

Bologo was obviously alone, but his aura was like a legion, and he was not afraid of the hordes of Freya in the slightest.

"Staff Freya Bradley, I suspect that you have a cognitive distortion, and now you are no longer able to undertake your functions."

Burrog stopped within the limit of the combat distance from Freya and the others, and his black resentment pointed directly at old Freya.

"In the name of the decision-making room, I request you to immediately resign in place."

Freya fell silent. From their perspective, a terrifying evil spirit was giving orders to them, and he did have the authority of the decision-making room, but... but many years ago, as old Freya said, the reclining room collapsed, and the decision-making room also collapsed.

In the "history" known to Freya, as early as the Xilin invasion, the main body of the reclamation room had been destroyed, leaving only the ruins where they were standing.

"It's sad."

Looking at Freya who were whispering to each other, Bologo couldn't help but feel heavy.

The Freyas divided themselves into countless employees, and they still played the illusion that the Bureau of Order was still operating in the long days. Like a ridiculous play, they divided different functions and had their own decision-making room.

The two orders contradicted each other, some Freya's expressions became painful, their logic conflicted, and they didn't know what to do.

"Do not……"

Old Freya spoke again, and she shook her head, rejecting Burlogo's words.

"This is the only reclamation house left...it must stand."

Negotiations failed.

Bologo sighed helplessly. To be honest, it was difficult for him to feel any anger and resentment towards these sick Freyas. They were like half ghosts, trapped in the ruined area, and trapped on the day when Cylinder invaded.

Under the influence of the Extraordinary Disaster - Upside-Down World, all existences except them are regarded as monsters by them. In the world that Freya knows, the whole world has been destroyed and turned into a monster-infested hell. Only they are left holding on to the last fortress.

It seems that no one is wrong, this is what makes Bologo feel the most powerless, and makes him unable to find a suitable target even to vent his anger.

"Get ready, Freya," said Burrog, "the battle is about to begin."

"Huh? The decisive battle?"

"Didn't you see that?" Bologo felt that little Freya was simply stupid, "The negotiation has broken down."

After finishing speaking, the tide-like ether came oncoming, and the diamond-shaped shield quickly assembled in front of Bologo, separating the roaring air waves like a reef.

"They are completely affected by cognitive distortions, and they can't make sense at all," Burrog continued. "Fortunately, I am also a person who is not very good at reasoning."

"Then what should we do?" Little Freya glanced nervously between Burlogo and Freya.

"It's very simple, convince her, and then talk to me with someone who can reason."

Burrogo suggested, "Are you interested in a promotion, Freya?"

"what!"

Just as Freya wanted to express her surprise, Burrog suddenly jumped out. Her voice was infinitely elongated, and it sounded like a scream.

Since Freya's consciousness is constantly being replicated to take on different functions in the ruined area, there is always one who is the leader of all Freya, and what Burlogo has to do is to kill that leader and let Little Freya replace her.

Old Freya's figure kept zooming in on Burogo's field of vision. Looking at Burogo, who was advancing at a high speed, there was a sneering smile on Old Freya's face.

In her opinion, Bologo is sending himself to die. He is trying to fight against the entire ruined area. If Bologo is a glorious person like Xilin, old Freya must be afraid, but Bologo is just a negative person.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

In an instant, thousands of ether surged up, and the high-concentration ether condensed together, and even precipitated golden raindrops in the midair. Immediately, there were traces of electric current ejected between the raindrops, bursting into dazzling arcs, interlacing, the surrounding air was instantly heated, and amidst the roaring thunder, dazzling fire appeared out of thin air.

The wave of elements came head-on, like a rapidly advancing wall, all the matter along the way was smashed into dust, and even the entire corridor was cut off because of this, and huge cracks separated, revealing a deep void.

The whistling air flow seemed to be wrapped in a sharp knife, and it scratched on Bologo's face, leaving a series of slender bloodstains. Bologo didn't retreat, but went straight to meet the wave as if he was looking for death.

The two ethers reacted and came into contact with each other, followed by a roaring explosion. In the bursts of ripples, one could see through the strong light of the explosion that Burlogo quickly became thinner. He seemed to be evaporated by the high-intensity ether, and lost most of his body.

But in this desperate death, a wave of unyielding and angry words echoed.

"Kill her!"

The tyrannical voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

The Freyas were puzzled for a while, and then realized that the voice came from Bolog, the core of the ether wave.

"Kill her...kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Bologo seemed to be in a daze, and the bloodthirsty words echoed repeatedly, until a blood-stained head struggled out of the wave, and his scarlet pupils stared at old Freya, as if he wanted to carve her into his eyes.

The tyrannical thought grew wildly, until it filled Burrog's mind completely, and there was no other noise.

As if time was frozen, the surging wave of ether suddenly froze for a moment, and then it began to collapse inwards, and thousands of ethers rushed towards the center, as if a void of ether appeared there, and a vortex engulfed endless ether.

The etheric vortex expanded rapidly until it turned into an etheric storm, and tons of ashes were drawn into it. During the high-speed rotation, they collided with each other and stuck together, from small dust agglomerated into huge entities, and even shaped into thousands of rough sword blades.

The storm gradually subsided, and a large amount of ether merged into one body, and then a figure in a state of embarrassment stepped out of the cyclone, appearing in front of Freya again.

The wave of ether almost tore his body to shreds, his whole body was bloody, most of his body collapsed, and his intestines flowed out, hanging on his waist, but he still held his head stubbornly, and his eyes were filled with a dazzling light almost like daytime.

Not only his eyes, but the alchemy matrix all over his body seemed to be burning at this moment, as if molten gold was flowing in it, and the dazzling gilt gold filled the cracks in his body.

At the same time that he was hit by the wave of ether, Bologo fully released the protection and soul-sucking, reversed these manic ethers, turned them into pure ethers and poured them into the body, so that the excess ether almost burst Burogo's body at this time.

Burrog gasped deeply, letting out a searing breath, as if his body had been turned into a furnace.

"Now, let me reiterate."

A low-pitched, undeniable voice sounded, and at the same time, as if going back in time, Bologo's body was healing itself at a high speed, and the skin was spliced ​​together again, and then covered with creeping snake scale fluid until the cold iron armor completely covered Bologo's body, leaving only the glaring light shining in the gaps in the armor.

"Give up resistance!"

Bologo's figure began to distort and blur, and then disappeared in place. Freya and the others only heard a roaring sound of breaking through the air. When Bologo reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Freya's eyes. He cut out a dark trajectory with his resentful bite, and quickly severed several heads. Pure ether flowed through the wound.

Freya's eyes were a little dull, but the eyes that collapsed in the next second became solid again, and even their broken bodies began to be weaponized. They did not heal their bodies, but directly turned into several light spears, which directly penetrated Bologo's body.

One by one, Burrog was impaled into a porcupine in the blink of an eye. These spears were pure energy, and they pierced deadly holes one after another, and blood gushed out of them.

But Bologo, as if he didn't know the pain, ignored the injuries on his body, and slashed with his sword again, and the thousands of sword blades condensed from the powder also shot together, sweeping down a large area of ​​Freya.

Bologo jumped into the Freya like a beast, but during the brutal killing, his consciousness was unexpectedly clear, watching the battle like a bystander.

"Is this how Amy usually feels?"

Bologo couldn't help sighing, as he was ready to lose control of his body, but when this sense of loss of control hit again, he was still extremely uncomfortable.

What a risky move.

In order to fill his own depleted ether, and to continue the battle later, Bologo activated his own protection again, but this time before losing control of his body and falling into that irrational paranoia, Bologo seemed to be self-brainwashing, constantly instilling a pure idea for himself.

Kill Freya.

Bologo succeeded, under the double influence of curse and protection, now Bologo's body faithfully executed his last will, and began to kill crazily.

His figure shuttled among the enemy groups, and every swing of the sword and ax brought up a gust-like air current, drawing an arc-shaped path in the air, turning into rays of light that flashed past.

Although his body was out of control, he still maintained Burrog's deadly fighting style, instead of falling into madness and slashing wildly.

The Freyas carried out round after round of ether bombardment, but these seemingly deadly ethers became Bologo's own power under the transformation of protection and soul-sucking, even if each transformation would have a huge burden on the body. The alchemy matrix was burning, almost burning through Bologo's body, but he was undead, and Bologo didn't care about this price at all.

The Freyas are no different from ordinary enemies in the eyes of Borrog, who slashes with his sword mercilessly, and every hit brings an exciting sense of feedback.

Around Bologo, the ground also began to collapse. Huge stones were shattered by his power. Under the dominance of the secret energy, the ruling edict, they floated up one after another, turned into violent meteors, and smashed into Freya head-on.

Boluogo kept advancing, and the whole way was like a broken bamboo, and the defense line of Freya was instantly torn apart by him.

Whether in the past or now, Freya is just a scholar, she doesn't know how to fight, even if she becomes the will of the ruined area, she is like a clumsy child, only bombarding with pure ether.

Passing one figure after another, Bologo caught a glimpse of the old Freya in the crowd, and at the same time, the old Freya also saw Burlogo. This time, there was no longer a hint of ridicule on her face, but she was extraordinarily dignified.

The sound of continuous cracking sounded, the corridor supporting their battle began to collapse, the ground disintegrated and sank into the void, Freya began to retreat and gather together, their original concrete forms began to melt, they all turned into streamers, and then condensed together, once again gathered into that huge light group.

Dim light.

The huge light-forged tentacles waved towards Boluoge. Boluogo's body dodged repeatedly, stepped on the tentacles and ran wildly all the way. Facing the attacking sweep, he pressed down on the sliding shovel again and passed through the gap. Then he threw out his silvery white hand, grabbed the suspended boulders one after another, and used them as relay points to pull them closer and swing up in midair.

A scorching spot of light gathered in the light cluster, and then the spot erupted, and the deadly fire struck again, covering Bologo precisely. Under the high temperature and lumens, only a vague black shadow could be seen in it, and when the fire gradually subsided, the black shadow rushed out suddenly.

Several layers of diamond-shaped shields were seen standing in front of the black shadow, but under the impact of the flowing fire, most of them had been burned through and melted, and the black shadow gradually became clear. It was the almost scorched Burrog.

The body was severely injured again, but this time Bologo did not heal himself quickly, nor did he continue to plunder the ether of the dim light.

"I still don't like the feeling of being out of control."

Burrog complained loudly. Although his body was broken, he had regained the initiative, and with his still movable arm, he pulled the silver hand with all his strength.

At this moment, he was infinitely close to the dim light, and the light-forged tentacles struck again. Just when they were about to hit Bologo, the extended silver hand grabbed the bite and split a winding crack.

Passing through the heavy siege, Bologo appeared in front of the dim light, the distance was so close that the dazzling light filled all of Bologo's vision.

"It's up to you next!"

Bolog quickly withdrew his silver hand, and grabbed the guy who had been hiding in the void. With Little Freya's scream, Bolog threw her into the dim light, and then Bolog also plunged in.

The strong stream of light almost blinded Bologo's eyes. The extreme light was followed by extreme darkness. When the vision became clear again, Bologo had come to a familiar but strange place.

The main laboratory that should have been turned into ruins came into view again, and the steeple stood still as before, and little Freya's body was no longer broken, and she sat on the ground beside her with a dazed expression.

Bologo tried his best to raise his head and looked forward. Under the steeple, an old figure was sitting on a chair.

She looked at Burrog, with no emotion in her dry eyes.