Endless Debt.

When the sense of detachment brought by the winding path gradually receded, Bologo also successfully reached the interior of Raymond Gayton. Before his vision recovered, Bologo decisively drew out the grudge with his right hand, and rested his left hand on the axe. On the handle, ready to go.

Burrog knew the importance of his mission, so he mobilized almost all his energy and focused on the next action.

The ether expanded silently, turned into layers of ripples and gently tapped on the surrounding matter, and brought about weaker echoes. Only with such echoes, Bologo immediately outlined himself in his mind. An overview of your environment.

No moving targets have been found for the time being, and no other etheric reactions have been noticed.

The tense will relaxed a little, and then the vision became clear, and Bologo gradually saw the dark and magnificent ruins.

"God..."

Amy's exclamation came from his mind, and Burlogo also froze in place, forgetting the blade he was holding for a moment.

Bologo felt that he did not come to ruins, but arrived at a palace of art.

The pointed arches are like gorgeous joints, elegantly connecting the long corridors one after another. There is a mysterious mirror feeling on the floor. Unfortunately, under the wear and tear of the years, it is no longer dazzling, but covered with Mottled dust.

On both sides of the corridor, magnificent, glass-like crystal walls stand, embedded in the frame of boulders. They are like dreamlike paintings, exuding transparent and mysterious light, and the light behind the walls is like hazy moonlight. , gently spilled out, after the refraction of the crystal, those supposedly pure and flawless rays of light become colorful like the gorgeous colors in the fairyland.

"Here...is this the sacred city, Lemongeton?"

The voice of doubt sounded in her mind, and Amyu couldn't believe the picture in front of her, which was completely different from the sinister place she had imagined.

Bologo was not overly obsessed with this gorgeous creation. He looked towards the end of the corridor. Under the hazy light, the dust floating in the air was clearly visible. On Luo Ge's cheek, there was a smell of ashes in the slightly fiery breath.

"Light and evil."

Burrog said softly in his heart.

In the Abandoned Land back then, he had glimpsed the current situation of Raymond Gayton from afar. The huge and distorted flesh and blood completely invaded the city, entangled with it like a parasite.

The scorching light continuously burned the flesh and blood of the evil, turning it into tons of ashes, which were thrown into the sky with the breath of the evil storm, piling up into mountains.

Bologo suspects that the airflow surging in the corridor here is the breath of evil, just like feeling the breeze in a cave, following the direction of the airflow, Bologo can find the location of evil.

"Did you hear that, Bologo?"

Amy's voice sounded in his mind, and Burlogo flashed vigilantly into the shadows in the corner, and then followed Amyu's instructions and listened carefully.

Burrog heard it.

In the absolute silence, Bologo heard the distant and deep breathing sound, like a giant sleeping here, accompanied by its breathing sound, the frenzied air flow surged wantonly, and they rampaged between the corridors of the building.

Everything here seems to have been specially designed by King Solomon. The air flowed through the hall, and there were bursts of music.

Burrogo listened carefully to the prelude, the approaching stringed instruments were played with soft bows, with soft and delicate timbre, as if telling a quiet story.

The woodwind instruments are played gently, conveying introversion and elegance with the timbre in the middle and low range. The flute flows like flowing water, and its mellow and pure timbre is like a slender stream flowing roundabout in the auditory sense.

Bologo's eyes were a little lost. He felt that he was not performing a desperate operation, but strayed into a hall of art.

The giant's breath reached its peak, and the airflow it set off became more and more intense. At the same time, the symphony played by this huge building reached its climax.

The striking cymbals bring a strong sustain, like ripples spreading on the mirror surface, the stringed instruments burst into a fierce melody, and the fast and challenging notes are played at high speed. Surging power.

Bologo's body trembled involuntarily, and then the corridor in his eyes began to distort and deform, the ashes covering the ground were carried away by the wind, and the shiny, mirror-like ground became clear.

As if standing on a smooth ice surface, Burrog lowered his head and saw another self.

He looked at Bologo suspiciously, then he squatted down slowly, and reached out his hand to Burlogo above the mirror.

"Bologo!"

Someone is calling for Borrog, the sound is fleeting, drowned by the sound of music.

Burogo can distinguish the timbre of the violin, the melody is extremely tense, challenging the limit of the range quickly and fieryly, while the cello expresses a strong power in the bass area, and the deep timbre is like a surge of magma underground.

"what happened?"

Bologo looked down at himself in the mirror. He had already noticed that his state was wrong, but his body and consciousness were unable to make hedging actions.

Suddenly, the brass instrument played a strong and unrestrained melody, as if a heavy punch had hit Burlogo's head fiercely, and then the trumpet was loud and clear, like a sharp needle piercing into the eardrum In the middle, the brain tissue was smashed, and the following trombone strengthened the thickness and ductility of the melody with its solemn tone, just like the echo of the earth. In an instant, Burogo's body seemed to be a thousand times heavier. Can't move.

At this time, the high-pitched and progressive symphony turned into an execution song for Bologo. Both the consciousness and the body were tortured in pain, and chaotic hallucinations emerged in front of his eyes.

So much so that Bologo realized that the hard and flat mirror surface under his feet was as soft as liquid at this time, and a huge depression was formed in the position where his feet stepped on, causing Bologo's body to become unbalanced and fall down uncontrollably.

Instinctively, Bologo put his hand on the ground and pressed it against the mirror. Suddenly, a bone-piercing chill spread from his fingertips and rushed all the way up his spine.

"Ha ha……"

All the sounds of the music became blurred and distant, as if Bologo had sunk into the water. In the dull sound, Bologo could hear his own heavy breathing.

Burrog tried to prop up his body, but at this moment he noticed something colder grabbing his palm, and looked down at his body, which was himself reflected in the mirror.

The shadow broke through the boundary between reality and reality, grabbed Borrog, and clasped his five fingers tightly together. At this moment, the liquefied and smooth mirror-surface land, as if it had found a prey, became crystal clear and almost jelly-like. Wrapped around Burrog's arm in circles, freezing.

A strong sense of crisis rose in Bologo's heart. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of being powerless, but no matter how he struggled, his body was still in disobedience, and he couldn't lift a little bit of strength. The ether also remained silent. to respond.

Just when Bologo was about to be completely wrapped, there was a flaw in the continuous music sound, like a broken bowstring, the harsh tone broke the previously created atmosphere, and the illusion in front of Bologo also followed. Numerous cracks appeared in it.

Burlog jumped at the only opportunity.

In the gap between the blemishes, the lost power recovered briefly, and the ether also became restless. Bologo growled and pulled out his resentment bite. This sword he did not slash at the illusory illusion, but slashed at Bologo's only things that can be determined.

own arm.

Drenched in blood, Bologo broke his arm to survive, and he leaned back cumbersomely. At the same time, a strong light flashed on his body, and then another figure poked out from behind Bologo.

Aimu hugged Bologo's waist with both hands, dragged his body with all her strength, and retreated quickly. At the same time, she released the ether together with Bologo, and restless power gushed out like a tide, Baptize all substances along the way differently.

It wasn't until this moment that the hazy symphony was completely disturbed, the hallucinations dissipated, and the body returned to control.

Bologo leaned on the sword with one hand, blinked his eyes vigorously, he stood up straight suddenly, raised the blade flatly, the broken arm healed quickly, and at the same time, the snake scale fluid split into several diamond-shaped shields, silently hovered beside him.

Bologo calmed down his breathing, and gradually he could not feel the surge of the airflow, and even the tunes that were played gradually faded away.

It seems safe here.

"What was that just now?" Bologo looked at Aimiao, who was away from him, "There is no mention of this thing in the records given by the Bureau of Order."

Amy also shook her head blankly. She didn't know what was going on, but she was more or less a professional recognized by Burlogo, and immediately gave her own opinion from the perspective of a scholar.

"It should be an alchemical matrix that uses sound as the medium of release. Whenever the wind blows through the city, the special structure of the city will sing for it."

"And... this kind of defense is a ring within a ring."

Amyu said and pointed to the front, which was where Bologo was just now. At this time, many crystals suddenly proliferated on the flat ground. It was half the height of a person, and there was a broken body inside arm, that was the severed arm of Burrogo.

If Bologo hadn't escaped in time just now, he might have been sealed in the crystal.

There was a dry rubbing sound, and the cluster of crystal piles seemed to have succeeded in hunting. They were slowly collapsing back to the ground with Bologo's broken arm, but as Bologo's body healed, soon The broken arm in the crystal was annihilated into dust, and the raised crystal pile was completely smoothed out, as if it had never existed.

Looking at this weird scene, Bologo thought deeply, he suddenly mobilized the ether to bombard the ground, directly clearing away a large area of ​​ashes, and fully exposed the crystal floor of the corridor.

Bologo couldn't tell how deep the crystal floor was. It exuded a dark blue hue like the deep sea. After careful observation, Bologo found many vague shadows in it, and then the ether began to try to invade the crystal floor.

The whole invasion process was not difficult. Although Bologo could feel that the matter was full of repulsive ether just like invading the reclamation room, Raymond Gayton had been turned into ruins for many years, and the overall strength was far inferior to that of the reclamation room.

Burrog easily chiseled a tiny hole in the crystal floor, and the aether seeped in, only to dissipate within seconds.

"The mutual repulsion of the ether inside it is stronger than I imagined." Burogo analyzed.

Amy didn't agree with Burlogo's idea, "No, I think your ether is more like being absorbed by them."

"You mean these crystals can absorb ether?"

"I'm not sure, it may be a special alchemy material, or it may be the alchemy matrix that envelopes this place, endowing it with such characteristics."

Bolog was silent for a while, and then increased the output of ether. A steady stream of ether was poured into the crystal under his feet, and the ether was quickly absorbed. However, the purpose of Burlog was not to penetrate the crystal, but to illuminate it. .

The aether's glow blazed, illuminating the frozen Dead Sea below, and extinguished.

"God..."

Amyu marveled, the aether's light only lasted for a moment, briefly illuminating the crystal, but she was still able to see everything in it clearly.

In this frozen Dead Sea, there are countless corpses sealed up. They all maintain a painful and curled posture, as if they have suffered great torture before death.

Although the corpse had turned into a mummy, the faded clothes were still clear, and Amy found their clothes special.

"Those people...are they soldiers?"

Burrog nodded with an ugly face. Amy couldn't recognize these people, but Burrog could, and even said, there might be a few of Burrog's acquaintances among these mummies.

"Yes, soldiers, soldiers of the Rhine League."

Bologo tried hard to look away from the dark blue crystal floor, and said without emotion, "It seems that they did break through that high wall back then and entered Raymond Gayton."

"But they were also counterattacked by Raymond Gayton, and they all died here." Amyu sighed.

"Looks like we just got away because of these people...everyone."

The fall of the holy city damaged and turned Raymond Gayton into ruins, and also destroyed the original layout of the city, causing some flaws in the rising melody. He might really be stuck here.

Coincidence?
An inexplicable thought arose in Bologo's mind. It had nothing to do with these dead soldiers, but the layout of the scene just now, which made Bologo very familiar and reminded him of the scene in the ether world.

Yes, there is also a similar frozen sea in the ether world, in which countless souls of the present world are also sealed.

"I'm starting to wonder what the place looked like originally, it should be very grand."

Amy overlapped with Burrog again, she admired the greatness of this creation, and also had infinite curiosity about King Solomon.

"maybe."

Bologo was perfunctory and kept the ether output, making it form a thin ether barrier around him.

That weird music is certainly terrifying, but as long as there is a certain amount of protection, it can be easily restrained. After thinking for a while, Bologo avoided the direction of the wind and chose the opposite route.

According to Bologo's speculation, there is no natural wind here in the abandoned land. The only thing that can set off a gust of wind is the breath of the evil in this world. near.

It's okay if it's just the evil in this world. It's not like Bologo has never fought against him. Although he just cut off a few tentacles, you must know that the evil in this world exists to seal another thing.

Bright.

Walking along the direction of the wind, not only can you find the evil in this world, but you can also catch a glimpse of the existence of the light-Bologo doesn't want to see the power of this old friend for the time being.

Stepping lightly, while maintaining the etheric barrier, and ensuring that the etheric shading continued to take effect, Burrog walked through the long corridor like a ghost.

The Bureau of Order had explored Raymond Gayton several times before, and every time they explored, they had paid huge casualties, but even so, the Bureau of Order did not get much information, let alone the map of Raymond Gayton.

"Taking the ruined area as an example, Raymond Gayton should also tend to become chaotic after suffering continuous heavy injuries."

Burrog communicated with Amy in his mind, "It's too orderly here."

"Maybe this is the gap between us and King Solomon," Amyu responded, "Don't forget that the Reclamation Chamber is based on the fragments of Raymond Gayton and imitated them."

Burrog responded in a low voice, and couldn't help wondering again what kind of knowledge King Solomon had mastered, and where did his knowledge beyond the age come from.

Leviathan?

Bologo once confirmed in Leviathan's mouth that King Solomon was his chosen one. It would be normal if he obtained such power from the devil, but the strange thing is, if the devil really has such power, why? Don't they use it themselves?
Leviathan could have dominated a group of poor people and let them build that magnificent city-state instead of handing over power to an uncontrollable scholar.

"Bologo, it's the door."

Amy interrupted Burlog's thinking. Burrog looked forward. He had reached the end of the corridor, and a gate blocked the way.

The towering door was covered with mottled rust and scratches, and Burrog was not in a hurry to push it away, but examined it vigilantly.

Amyu murmured, "It is said that every door in Raymond Gayton is a door with winding paths. King Solomon completely disrupted the space of the entire city through this method. Only his closest Apprentices know all the ways."

"In other words, this may be a door of winding paths, and we don't know whether we will arrive at a safe area after passing through, or fall directly into the hands of evil, or under the shining light?"

Bologo reached out and stroked the cold door, complaining in a low voice, "It sounds like opening a blind box, no wonder they spent so much effort to take down this city."

King Solomon, as if foreseeing his own doom, built Raymond Gaydon into a fortress.

It's no wonder that the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance joined forces and failed to level this place... It's a pity that it was still destroyed and fell into the hands of demons.

"Want to take a gamble?" Amy asked.

"I don't like uncertain things very much," Burlogo released the ether, "I may be able to carve out a path from the physical level, which is safer."

Relying on his aggressive controlling power, this is not the first time that Bologo has done this. In the ruined area, he relied on this method to escape from the pursuit of the staff.

"Wait a minute, Bologo, there is a question."

Amy stopped Burrog's action, and she became a little hesitant, but she was honest with Burrog.

"Flya is a manifestation of the intelligence of Void Realm. She can become the will of the ruined area, so what about the reclamation room?"

Bologo didn't expect Amy to ask such a question at this time. For a while, Bologo didn't know how to answer her. After all, Amy didn't know the existence of the people, and the people were the core secret of the Bureau of Order.

"I guess, there is also a will to dominate the reclamation room in the Bureau of Order?"

Amy is a scholar, she is very smart, "From your reaction, you should have seen that will, right?"

"Why all this all of a sudden?" asked Burlogo.

"I just think that as a scholar, we must remain humble. Since we can all do this, what about King Solomon?"

Amy raised an extremely deadly question, "Don't Raymond Gayton have a will of his own?"

Bologo was stunned. Before he could think or answer more, a shrill cry of mourning resounded, and then the whole city shook violently.

The sleeping giant woke up and let out a scream that shook the world. The sound disrupted the rhythm and hit the chest like a heavy hammer, making Bologo's blood surge, and then the side of the corridor suddenly became bright When he got up, the light passing through the crystal curtain wall became more dazzling, as if a blazing sun was rising outside the crystal curtain wall.

In almost a few seconds, Bologo clearly felt the temperature around him rise sharply, the remaining water vapor was evaporated, and his throat became dry.

Looking at the end of the other side of the corridor at this time, the dazzling light is refracted and focused through the crystal, like an invisible fire burning all the substances it touches, and with the passage of time, the light is moving along the corridor. The pointed arches approached step by step towards the other end of the corridor, where Bologo was.

"Then... is that Guangzhuo?"

Amyu's voice trembled a little, and she could tell what was happening outside just by listening to the sound.

"No, it's just the afterglow of the light burning through the flesh and blood."

Burrog turned his head and tried to carve the wall, "But even the afterglow is fatal to us."

The sacred city of Raymond Gayton is simply a perfect fortress. Even though the light is fading away, when it penetrates these crystal curtain walls, they form an effect similar to a threaded lens, making the scattered light condense again. Ruthlessly obliterate all life in the corridor.

So many years after King Solomon's death, the city is still faithfully carrying out his orders.

Bologo tried to cut open the connection between the gate and the crystal curtain wall, but the heavy rock has a strong ether repellency, and Bologo can indeed chisel out gaps, but he certainly can't open it before the afterglow of the light comes. Open the channel.

As for trying to smash the crystal curtain wall on the other side?These special crystals can absorb ether, and it is impossible to chisel them.

"No...it can't be done."

Bologo suddenly gave up, and he said to himself, "If I am Raymond Gayton's will, then in my cognition...the war is not over yet, just like Freya was at that time."

Dispersing the ether, Bologo shuddered. He suspected that if he continued the "invasion" behavior just now, he was very likely to be hit by Raymond Gayton in an all-round way.

"This is a fortress, but a maze. We must follow the master's rules."

Bologo turned his head and looked at the approaching lights, they were as dazzling as the morning light.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo exhausted all his strength, pushed the door open a narrow gap, and squeezed in without looking back. Ten seconds later, the light completely enveloped the corridor.

In the absolute fiery whiteness, there is only deathly silence.

It's over, the bed is collapsed, and there is nothing else to do except stay up late to code.