Endless Debt.

"Did you eat her? Or did she eat you?"

"Overlap? What do you mean by overlap, the overlap between the material body and the energy body?"

"Wow, that's interesting, I don't have anything like that in my database."

"Can I touch it?"

"Can I try overlapping it?"

"Can you? Can you?"

Bologo sighed helplessly... He couldn't remember how many times he had sighed. The Freyas surrounded themselves tightly, looking around, and groping with their little hands dishonestly.

They didn't mean anything malicious, they were just too curious. If it wasn't for the limited circumstances, Freya and the others might have suggested dismantling themselves. After all, they were undead, so missing arms and legs wasn't a big problem.

"Is this the commonality of scholars?" Burrog couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

"probably."

This time, Burlog's complaints were no longer talking to himself, but Amy's response came from her mind. She also couldn't stand Freya's enthusiasm, but fortunately, Burrog could bear it for her.

"It is said that many scholars will lose their humanity to a certain extent at the end of their research."

Amyu's voice was somewhat mysterious, as if he was telling a scary ghost story.

"I can understand."

Bologo strode forward under the guidance of Freya. On the surface, he looked very serious and serious, but only he and Aimu knew that they were chatting happily in their minds.

"Scholars often need to invest a lot of time and energy in their research, which to a large extent will cause them to ignore their personal emotions and needs," Burlogo said of his views, "indulging in it and ignoring socializing with others. , and even communication with one's own soul, resulting in a weakened connection with humanity."

"Withdrawn, disconnected from society, and reduced ability to relate to others and express emotions."

Amyu responded to Burrog's words, she felt awakened by Burrog, and she saw many similar situations in the sublimation furnace core.

The path of a scholar seems to distort human nature a little bit, turning them into freaks one after another.

"More than that."

Burlogo continued to explain, his point of view was clear and his words were careful, just like a scholar.

"In the process of research and seeking truth, the requirements of rigor and objectivity will lead scholars to be too calm and rational, ignoring emotion and subjective experience, and they pay too much attention to data, facts and theories, while ignoring human emotions, values ​​and emotions needs, which makes their research impersonal and detached from the complexity and diversity of human nature."

"Wow." Amy was surprised.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that this doesn't seem like something you can say," Amyu thought for a while, "You are a field worker, not a psychiatrist."

"It just took a while to understand that," Burlogo said.

"why?"

"Probably there are too many examples around me, which makes me feel confused," Burogo continued, "discovering problems, recognizing problems, and solving problems."

Amyu commented, "It sounds really in line with your pragmatism."

Bologo paused for a moment, and then said, "Teda, Mamo, and Freya I met not long ago, I mean the real Freya, they are all scholars, and they are all scholars because of their own research. Caught in some sort of morbid frenzy, I wanted to understand them so I could find a way out."

"Haven't you already solved these problems?" Amyu asked.

"That's not the solution I want," Burlogo added after thinking for a while, "It's just the victory of the sword, the victory of violence. What I want is to solve this problem from their psychological point of view." .”

"Wow, you actually care about their mental state," Amyu said dryly, not knowing what to say for a while, "It's so sweet, Bologo."

"You can be regarded as a half-scholar... Maybe it's more complicated. You don't want me to use a sword to solve the problem when you lose control?" Bologo said abruptly.

"what?"

Bologo ignored Amy's reaction, he glanced at the Freyas beside him, and he continued.

"It's okay to say that it's just the lack of individual emotions. Many scholars ignore ethical and moral considerations in the process of pursuing research results and academic status. They may sacrifice the rights and interests of others or use unscrupulous means to achieve their goals."

Bologo's voice became severe, "The bottom line of human nature and morality has completely fallen."

Amy fell silent, and after hesitating for a while, she whispered, "But sometimes, this is necessary."

Bologo didn't refute her, but his voice became a little weak, "Yes, sometimes abandoning humanity is for the greater good."

"Does this confuse you?"

"A little bit," said Burlogo, "so I've been reading some philosophy books lately."

"Any gains?"

"Harvest? I've had a good night's sleep recently."

"Haha."

Compared to before, Burlogo has indeed become more humorous, and the serious topic has become lighter.

"I saw such an argument in the book." After laughing, Bologo said slowly, "According to the book, those fanatical scholars did not abandon humanity, but they no longer love people."

"No more... lover?"

"Yes, they no longer love people, no longer love a small individual, but love all human beings in a macro sense," said Burogo, "for the progress of all human beings, the pain of individuals can be sacrificed, For this they would rather sacrifice themselves...they themselves are small individuals.

It's like a fanatical sacrifice, using oneself as firewood to fill and burn, the fire called human beings. "

"They fell in love with people in the abstract sense, not in real life." Amyu said softly.

"For all mankind."

Bologo repeated what he had said, and when he mentioned it again, he felt extremely heavy.

"When I learned about this, I suddenly understood the thoughts of these lunatics," Burrogo laughed at himself. "I always thought that I might be fighting for all mankind, but to be honest, there are only a few people I know. Human beings are too grand and ethereal for me, and what really drives me is the individuals around me.

But I can understand them, understand their frenzied and almost crazy behavior. "

Amyu sorted out his words, and said in a joking tone, "It sounds like the greatest scholar will also be the guy who loves all mankind the most, right? There is no personal relationship, no single individual, even I don’t care about myself, a kind of devotion almost like a savior, with only all human beings in my eyes.”

Not loving people, but loving all mankind.

Amyu suddenly thought of the next actions of herself and Borrog, the ruins of the ruins they were about to reach, she couldn't help but whispered, "Then what about King Solomon? Is he such a person?"

Bologo was questioned by her. According to the description of the two, King Solomon undoubtedly fits all of this.

"Who knows?" Without waiting for Bologo to answer, Amyu mischievously said, "Anyway, he is dead, and after so many years of death, even the ruins of the sacred city will disappear completely."

When mentioning this, Aimu became a little sad. In the Abandoned Land, she also glimpsed the wreckage of the sacred city from a distance.

It was a fascinating ruin.

It's a pity that even this broken beauty will dissipate.

"King Solomon..."

Bologo thought about it, and remembered the purpose of this trip, to recover King Solomon's legacy as much as possible, and then he remembered the existing technologies that had been used.

all.

Burrog's heart suddenly turned cold, and this reaction was also chained to Amy's senses. She clearly sensed that Burrog's condition was not right.

"Perhaps...maybe King Solomon is really such a person who loves all human beings and ignores all individuals, including himself."

Bologo commented on King Solomon in this way, with a firm tone, as if he had known him before.

The crowd, the will of all people, kneaded into a huge cluster of consciousness, isn't this a kind of madness for all mankind?

In this united will, there is no longer individual or not, there are only parts one by one, and computing units that are combined one by one.

Gather the power of all.

Bologo felt an inexplicable dizziness, obviously he had never seen King Solomon, but for a moment, it was as if he had a deep understanding of King Solomon across time and space.

"Why so sure?" Amy asked.

"As Irving said, a work is a reflection of the author's personality, so the creation of a scholar should also reflect a part of the scholar's thoughts." Borrog took Aimu as an example, "For example, you, your existence is TEDA's Reflection, the reflection of his twisted love."

Burrog's pace quickened a bit, and he couldn't wait to go deep into the sacred city, looking for clues about King Solomon from the dusty ruins.

For this person who existed in the past and had a major impact on the changes in the entire world line, Bologo is eager to piece together his true appearance from the broken pieces.

Amy didn't say much anymore, she was also troubled by a problem, which was what Burlogo proposed, loving people and loving all mankind.

In Bologo's cognition, the two are like two ends of a balance, either one side is up, or the other side is down, they seem to be contradictory, when you love all human beings, you will inevitably ignore the existence of individuals, and When you are attached to the individual, you are often indifferent to the survival of all human beings.

Aimu felt that the two should not be contradictory, but complementary.

She felt that she might be a greedy guy, and that individuals and all human beings should be saved.

It's just that Aimu didn't know how to tell Burlogo about these things, and even the author of the question couldn't figure out some questions.

There will always be a day when I figure it out.

"Are you whispering?"

Suddenly, a voice cut in from the outside like thunder, and Burlogo and Amyu were interrupted forcefully by it. Only then did they wake up from each other's conversation and thinking.

I saw Freya surrounding them, each of them had a strange expression on their faces, and their eyes were full of disgust.

"Were you listening to me just now?" Freya asked again.

"Did you say anything just now?" Burrog asked bluntly.

Freya was stunned for a moment, and like a chain reaction, other Freya also reacted in the same way, and then everyone kicked Bologo's calf unanimously.

"Start work right away, be serious!"

"Good good!"

Burrog grinned his teeth in pain, focused his attention on his eyes, and followed rows of Freyas, crossed the boundary of the gate, and arrived at the ruined area.

After Freya regained control of the ruined area, with the help of the Bureau of Order, the ruined area, which was originally chaotic and disorderly, is returning to normality little by little.

This is a big project, and it is estimated that it will not be finished in a few years, but under the priority requirements, Freya has already cleared a road to the containment area.

In the ruins area, Borrog found that there was still some distortion in the visible space. The neat and smooth cubes were randomly arranged, bookshelves, tables and chairs and other sundries were suspended in mid-air, and the stairs spiraled up. At the end of it is a dead end... Similar twisted situations can be seen everywhere, but at least this time, there are no more faceless staff, replaced by busy Freyas.

Countless Freya are busy here. They are like hard-working worker ants, repairing the ruined area. The repair method is also very simple in Bologo's view. Just like a decoration worker, smashing the deformed place, And cement, dusting and the like.

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter in his mind, and Burlogo responded without changing his face, "Did you hear that?"

"What do you think?"

Burrog pursed his lips helplessly, at this moment Amy said again, "You'd better not let them find out."

"I know I know."

What Bologo said is simple, but the work of Freya is much more complicated than this,
"Now the safe area is expanding little by little," Freya explained all the way, like a tour guide, "After a while, the Forge Volcano should be brought under control again."

"Safe areas? That is, are there any unsafe areas?" Bologo asked.

"how to say……"

Freya was silent for a moment. The previous shared experience in the ruins made her realize that, from a scholar's level of knowledge, Bologo was illiterate.

So Freya needs a way that Bologo can understand to explain all this to him.

"The will to control the ruined area has not changed from the beginning to the end, and it is 'Flya' who is in control."

Freya's words were paused, and it seemed that in order for Bologo to understand, she really worked hard, "With your help, I became the will of this place, but the relationship between me and her It’s not that one side kills the other, but optimization and replacement.”

Old Freya passed away, and little Freya took office, and Bologo probably understood what she meant.

"The old Freya before, she fell into self-contradiction, and because of her obsession, she created a lot of redundancy, which even affected her calculation and control. As a backup, you became her backup in an emergency. The next iteration," Burlogo said.

"Almost," Freya said, "but it will take time to copy the consciousness body, let the consciousness body completely replace all the authority, and it will take time to fully recover the lost ground."

"Are there still many previous generations of consciousness still fighting?" Borrog asked.

"It's not the consciousness body, it's just the deformed product of the deterioration of the consciousness body. In addition, after the containment area fell, many troublesome things escaped," Freya continued, "After testing, the influence of the supernatural disaster - the upside-down world has disappeared. Yes, that's a good thing."

"There must be bad news, then?" Burrog guessed.

"In the containment area, there are many living objects. Some of them died in accidents after the ruins fell, and some of them survived tenaciously. According to my tests, some of them are hiding in the dangerous area, but don't worry, I Suspicious areas have been gradually cordoned off, and it is only a matter of time before they are contained again."

"What about the other part?"

"This is the problem. I speculate that another part of the living containment arrived at the sacred city along the secret passage in order to avoid danger."

Freya's words surprised Bologo, followed by suspicion, "Are you sure?"

"It's just a guess, but it's not impossible," Freya said. "A few days ago, we successfully advanced to the secret passage of the containment area, but the gate there has been damaged. Cracked... Perhaps the scholars who designed it didn't expect that there would be a day when this place would fall."

Freya did not avoid repeating this slightly sad topic, "There are many traces left in front of the damaged gate. After the identification of Crow's Nest, they speculate that a living body has entered and exited the gate."

"Good news, the holy city... Or, Lemon Gayton is far more dangerous than the ruined area. Those living bodies may have been burnt to ashes by the light." Freya tried to comfort Bologo.

"But the bad news is that if they get a foothold in it, then you have to face an additional risk factor in this trip."

Freya observed Burlog's expression while talking. Burrog sighed. Although he frowned, judging from his reaction, all this was within the acceptable range.

"I'm not worried about those living creatures," said Burlogo. "I'm worried about the legacy of Raymond Gayton, the legacy of King Solomon. In their inadvertent move, they may destroy a world-changing world." Great technology."

Thinking of this, Bologo felt very irritable, "What is the decision-making room's thinking about those living bodies?"

When it came to the decision-making room, Burlogo's mood became more complicated.

There was some sort of deal between Albert and Leviathan, the original director, and he might be part of their deal, and that wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was that Albert was not dead in a sense.

From a physiological point of view, Albert's body has long since rotted into dust, but the copy of his consciousness still exists in the crowd, manipulating everyone behind the scenes.

"Loving people and loving people."

Bologo couldn't help repeating this sentence in his heart. From this point of view, Albert must love all human beings very much, so much that he doesn't care about his own existence at all, and only moves forward for a purpose that is still unclear.

"What the decision-making room means is that recycling heritage is the highest priority, and under this priority, you can deal with them whatever you want."

Freya didn't explain what she said. In her opinion, the meaning of the decision-making room was very clear—execution on the spot.

"Is there a list?" Burrog asked.

Unlike some weird contract objects and taboo alchemy weapons, in the classification of the Bureau of Order, most of the living containment objects refer to some out-of-control alchemy creatures.

They have extremely terrifying and uncontrollable power, but because of the preciousness of the samples, they are not suitable for being held in a black prison or for harmless treatment, so they are included in the containment area.

"No, too many things happened in between, and a lot of important information was lost." Freya shook her head.

"ok, I get it."

Passing through one slightly distorted area after another, under the strict protection, Burlogo arrived at the starting point of this operation.

A gate stands at the end of the field of vision, heavy and simple, as if it is a solemn guardian.

"The gate of the old world."

Bologo sighed softly. This is the name given to this gate by the Bureau of Order. It isolates the sacred city of Lemon Gayton, and it also brings to an end the great era created by King Solomon.

The Gate of the Old Realm was built by casting and forging countless times of molten iron. Its various values ​​are extremely astonishing. It is as thick as a solid city wall. A heavy sense of oppression.

However, the ravages of time have seriously damaged the integrity of the Gate of the Old Realm. The surface of the gate is covered with cracks and gaps, like a piece of fragile paper, which may break under the wind and sun at any time.

Cracks are intertwined, like faults in the earth's crust. Through these cracks, you can see the deep darkness inside. Among the cracks and gaps, some places have collapsed, forming uneven gaps, and sharp iron thorns remain on the edges of the fractures. , as if it had suffered a huge impact.

The warning signs of "no entry" were piled up around the gate, and they were randomly placed in a mess.The color of the warning signs has long faded, and the words are blurred, losing their original deterrent force. Some warning signs were hit by some unknown force, tilted, bent or even broken, like a group of helpless birds, forced to pile up on the ground. On the gate, he feebly protested his own existence.

There was a cloudy darkness behind the door. Bologo was not intimidated by it, but felt very familiar with it. It was exactly the scene he saw after opening the winding path.

Finally checked his own equipment, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, Bologo asked in his heart.

"Are you ready?"

Amyu didn't respond to Bologo anymore, but Bologo could feel a steady flow of ether being blessed on him, his blue eyes shone slightly, and a layer of golden circles rose beside his pupils.

The ether is high, and the alchemy matrix is ​​also burned.

Freya on the side noticed this, and she stared blankly at those magnificent eyes, as if gems were embedded in Burogo's eye sockets.

"Time is urgent, I must get ahead of the enemy."

Bologo said seriously, this operation is not like in the ruins area, where he can wander aimlessly.

"Come on," Freya gave Bologobi a thumbs up, "Do your best. As for the enemy, there is a decision-making room to deal with it."

"it is good."

Bologo stopped talking nonsense, took a deep breath, and the radiance of the alchemy matrix spread across his body. The next moment he jumped out like a meteor, and plunged into the darkness of the gate of the old world without causing the slightest ripple.

In the distorted sense of detachment, Bologo felt as if he had sunk into the sea, and was being carried by an ocean current and rampaging.

Bologo didn't feel panic, anyway, there was a sense of excitement of returning to his homeland. After all, Bologo's fate was turning under that high wall a long time ago.

After countless experiences, Burlogo finally crossed the high wall.