Endless Debt.

Opening his eyes, getting up, cleaning and washing, dressing and tying, Burlogo looked at himself in the mirror, and his meticulous posture always made him feel satisfied and calm.

Tidying up his cuffs, he looked at the quiet and tidy interior. During Palmer's absence, Burlogo carefully cleaned the room, slightly reversing the entropy and hatred changes in the entire room.

Pulling open the curtain vigorously with both hands, the bright sunlight poured in, Burrog squinted slightly, and after a few seconds he got used to the new light.

Looking at the endless scenery under the tall building, Bologo couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Ever since the Wandering Fork Road collapsed and the sea of ​​fog in the Great Rift dissipated, the clouds that shrouded the city were no longer there. After many years, the sun once again visited this place.

Under the sun, the glass curtain wall reflects the light of the sun and shines like pearls. The surrounding streets are like a stage, with traffic like weaving and pedestrians bustling.

The billboards in the commercial center are flashing with various fashionable commodities, attracting people's attention. The roar of the machines in the factory is intertwined with the hard work of the workers. The huge figures of industrial machinery look solemn and magnificent under the sunshine.

After thinking for a long time, Bologo realized that compared to the quiet and beautiful Fengyuan Heights, he still prefers places like Oath City Opus, which are noisy and noisy.

"To the wonderful world."

Bologo raised his glass. After a night of chatting with Aimu, his mood has been relieved a lot. When he sees this beautiful morning again, if he doesn't think about the turmoil in his mind, it will be a day. A perfect opening.

"so good."

Bologo sighed, briefly forgetting all the suspicions about Albert and the crowd, and briefly relieved himself of his responsibilities.

then……

A transparent ripple erupted from the edge of the city. Along with its advance, pedestrians along the way were thrown away, vehicles were knocked over, shops on the street corner exploded one after another, and the glass curtain walls on the high-rise buildings collapsed, and the flying fragments were like Sharp knives swept across the street like a storm, street lamps collapsed, fire hydrants exploded one after another, and the rising water column was like a firework welcoming the arrival of death, emitting colorful light under the reflection of the sun.

Burrog rubbed his eyes. He suspected that he hadn't woken up. Then the shock wave slammed into the apartment building where he was. Burrog didn't fall down, he held the cracked water glass and stood firmly on the spot.

The air waves rampaged in the living room, messing up Burlogo's arrangement for several days. After a few seconds, the reverberation of the explosion came slowly. The roaring sound was like a heavy hammer, almost smashing Burlogo's eardrums .

Bologo took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the wall. At this moment, he looked into the city. People were running around in horror, screaming and calling for help one after another.Panic and chaos enveloped the entire city.This sudden disaster made people unable to understand and deal with it.

The siren sounded violently in the city, and the fire brigade, rescue team, and police rushed to the scene one after another, doing their best to rescue and evacuate, but faced with such a sudden disaster, they also seemed powerless.

Thick smoke and dust filled the air, and the city's sky became dark and heavy. Collapsed buildings and burning blocks made loud noises and burnt smells, like a scene of doom.

Burrogo is sure this is not a dream, but a real picture that is being played out.

The neighborhood that was prosperous just a second ago is now in ruins. The vibrant streets and shops have been destroyed beyond recognition, and everything has become broken and desolate.

Deflagration flames ignited in the Great Rift, and Borrog drank the remaining half of the orange juice, throwing the cracked cup carelessly on the ground.

After wiping his soot-covered face, straightening his crooked tie, and confirming that there was nothing wrong with his collection cabinet, Bologo picked up the key of the crooked path and opened the dented door with great effort.

When Bologo passed through the Undead Club and arrived at the Bureau of Order, loud sirens sounded one after another in the reclining room, and the staff members ran quickly with the documents in their arms. Make a straight corridor.

Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, Bologo once again stepped into the familiar outpost. Surprisingly, Freya kept quiet this time, and countless eyes were fixed on Burlogo. One of the familiar figures was walking towards Burrog.

"Bologor," Nethaniel called.

"what happened?"

Bologo looked at the table beside him, which was covered with all kinds of weapons. He knew exactly what this meant, so he walked directly to the table, skillfully tied the belt around his body, and inserted it into different weapons. arms.

"We have been raided by a combined war against the King's court and the Gorlen Cult," Nethaniel said.

"How's it going?"

"Too bad, they came prepared and broke through Greystone Town in just ten minutes."

"Greystone Town?"

Bologo recalled that small town, which occupied the main road leading to the abandoned land. In order to protect this place, the Bureau of Order dropped a lot of staff, and the priest recruited by Bologo was among them.

"It just fell?" Burrog couldn't believe it.

"According to the last message, the Prince Regent has come to the battlefield in person..."

Nethaniel's words added a bit of chill, "This time the enemy's goal is very clear, and the execution is also very strong. We don't understand why they are suddenly so aggressive."

"What's their goal?" Burrog asked.

"If the speculation is correct, it should be the ruins of the sacred city under the Great Rift," Nethaniel said.

Hearing about the Holy City, Bologo paused for a moment. It was the core of all doubts and the legacy of King Solomon.

"Can the desperate outpost hold up?"

Burrog worried that if what Nethaniel said was true, then this sudden conflict would be at the same level as the Plague of Decay incident, and there were figures of the Glorious in these incidents.

"According to the past, it is not difficult to resist the invasion of a glorious person with the strength of the large-scale Void Domain's quiet defense line, but this time, the disobedient royal court is united with the Scarlet Sect."

Bologo heard the meaning of Nethaniel's words, he was shocked and said, "This world is evil?"

"That's right, we still don't know what method the Scarlet Sect used. Now the world's disasters and evils that should have been dormant have once again stirred up, and the mountain-like flesh and blood are being transferred to the sacred city on a large scale. They are trying to control the situation and have no spare power to deal with the invasion from outside."

Nethaniel tried to reassure Burrog, "Don't be nervous, the rest of the action team has already been dispatched, and they are advancing along the Greystone Rift, trying to stop the enemy."

Burrog picked up the sword and axe, looking eager to try, "I fought against the regent..."

"You have other duties, Bologo."

Nethaniel interrupted Borrog, and after he finished speaking, he turned slightly, revealing the gate leading to the ruins area behind him.

"The enemy's goal is the Sacred City. For this reason, even the evil in this world is awakened by its manipulation... You should also know how unstable the situation of the Sacred City is."

"The light gradually fades away, and the evil revives."

Bologo whispered, exploring the sacred city was part of the plan, but it seems that under the pressure of the regent, all this has to be advanced.

"Unfortunately, we are not sure now whether we can completely protect the sacred city from the enemy's offensive. For this reason, all plans have to be advanced."

Speaking of these, Nethaniel felt an inexplicable sense of fate. Many years ago, they captured this city, and now they have to defend it, even if they pay their lives.

"Bologo, according to the instructions of the decision-making room, you must immediately go to the ruined area, find the way to the holy city, and try your best to collect King Solomon's legacy, and we are trying to find a way to control the evil of recovery, and to come The enemy who committed the crime, buy time for you."

Bologo nodded silently. He had guessed such an arrangement from the very beginning, but for a while, Bologo still couldn't understand why the disobedient royal court and the Scarlet Sect suddenly launched an attack at this time.

It seems that in a place that no one can see, there is a big hand viciously stirring up the situation, bringing up the storm, and accelerating the progress of the dispute and the intensity of the war.

"I understand what you mean, but before that, I need to gather my team members," Bologo glanced at the gate leading to the ruins, and added, "Exploring that ghostly place alone is a bit too troublesome gone."

"Which one?"

Nethaniel asked bluntly.

"The one who won't get in my way."

Nethaniel smiled inexplicably, he snapped his fingers, and then the space on the side of Bologo began to twist and change, the winding path was torn apart, and then a figure emerged out of thin air.

"Hum~"

The blurry figure gradually became clear, she hummed a little song, and seemed to be in a good mood.

From her point of view, she should have just woken up, tidied herself up, put on her clothes and badge, was doing her final dressing in front of the mirror, and then went to work.

Just as soon as she closed her eyes, she left her familiar nest and appeared directly in front of the public.

Bologo could carefully see the rapid changes in Amy's expression, from relaxed to tense, to despair with a sense of death. The humming stopped abruptly, and the mirror reflecting himself disappeared, replaced by He is the immediate boss of his immediate boss.

Ai Miao said dryly, "Morning...good morning, deputy director."

Nethaniel didn't care about Aimu's various performances at all, he just said very professionally, "Aimu Yazdet staff, you are urgently assigned to a field operation."

"oh oh."

The flickering characters in his eyes indicated Aimiao's messy thoughts. He was pulled here suddenly after he just woke up, and no one could react.

Until Amy saw Burlogo beside him.

"Our time is running out, you have 5 minutes to prepare and set off," Nethaniel glanced at his watch, "The Freyas will guide you until you reach the sacred city."

"What about you? Deputy Director." Bologo asked suddenly.

"Me?" Nethaniel hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I will set off for the Greystone Rift, king against king, glorious man against glorious man, and try to intercept the regent there."

"Is this the only thing left for the honorable people of the Bureau of Order?"

Bologo asked again, in his cognition, there are very few honorable persons in the Bureau of Order. Could it be that most of them perished in the secret war a few years ago?
"Each one does his job."

Nethaniel did not answer Burlogo's question directly, but urged, "Do what you should do."

Seeing this, Burlogo had nothing to say. He simply told Amy about the current situation, and the two began to sort out the things that might be used in the next operation.

"Why did you think of me this time?" Amyu asked in a low voice.

"Because I really can't understand those esoteric books, I need a translator," Burlogo felt helpless, "For this reason, I am illiterate, so I can only trouble the magical Miss Amy."

"hey-hey."

Ai Miao chuckled twice, "It's not too bad."

Seeing Aimu's smug look, Burlog once again confirmed that she was indeed as easy to coax as a child.

Thinking of this, Bologo lowered his head, and was about to put the grudge back into the sword pocket, when another face came into his eyes.

"What are you guys talking about?" Freya asked curiously, leaning on the edge of the table.

"Yeah yeah."

As soon as Bologo turned his head, the other side was already full of Freya, and looking at the other side, there was also Freya beside Aimu, and the two of them were surrounded by Freya.

"Talk about the next work," Bologo replied solemnly, "sneak into the ruins, find the sacred city, and do what we should do."

Freya lowered her head with a pensive look, then she looked at Aimu and said, "Are you sure? Bolog, you are undead, so the risk itself is not very risky for you, but she just Prayers..."

Freya is a fast learner. The short time she worked in the Field Service Department allowed her to learn a lot of tactical and strategic knowledge. It also enabled her to judge whether the composition of the team was reasonable through efficient calculations like everyone else.

"No, she's very good," Burlogo didn't explain too much, "you'll know in a while."

"what?"

In less than 5 minutes, Bologo checked his own equipment. In order to thank his work, after exploring the ruins, Mamo spent a lot of energy and reverse-developed a small amount of sloughing sword oil , to replenish what Bologo had consumed before.

These wonderful substances that can split the winding paths will play an extremely critical role when necessary.

Burlogo said, "Well, we can go."

"Is this considered overtime?"

Aimiao still didn't realize it, and when he woke up, he was pulled into a fatal operation, but thinking about it, this is the daily life of the staff of the Order Bureau.

Stability is always short-lived, and accidents are the eternal theme.

"probably."

After Bologo finished speaking, he opened his hands as if to hug Amy, and then Amy hugged him. After a flash of light, Amy disappeared, leaving only some empty clothes falling on the spot. At the same time There was an extra layer of golden halo in Burrogo's eyes.

Freya looked at the clothes on the ground, then at Bologo, and after a few seconds, they screamed in unison.