Endless Debt

This time Bologo can be considered as devoting all his strength in the true sense. All the soul fragments accumulated before were burned, part of which was supplied to Aimu, providing him with ether, and the other part roared and echoed in his own alchemical matrix.

After regaining his extraordinary strength, Boluoge moved very fast, moving forward on the rock wall like a vigorous ape.

There was not much time left for Boluogo. He counted the seconds quietly in his mind. From the moment he left the cave, he only had twenty-two minutes left to live.

Looking towards the distant darkness, Boluogo could already see the faint light of fire lingering in it.

The evil was sealed in this dark and gloomy underground by the Bureau of Order, and was burned with fire, causing it to remain in a dormant state forever. Even if flesh and blood were resurrected, it would be quickly burned into ashes all over the sky by the fireworks.

The foehn wind that can destroy everything is just the breath of evil in its long sleep. The old breath emerges from under the broken body, mixed with blazing sparks, and rushes through the dark rift valley.

Just breathing, just a tortured part of a long sleep.

The more he understood all this, the more Boluogo felt awe of the existence of evil, and thought that they were born from the devil, this awe was transferred to the devil.

"These lunatics have made a mess of the world."

Boluogo complained and jumped forward. The rock wall in front of him became uneven. Huge rock protrusions intertwined with each other, turning the rift valley into a huge mouth of some kind of monster. It was just that Its flesh and teeth were petrified.

The jackknife was nailed into the rock wall, and Boluogo hid in the intertwined canine teeth. A few minutes later, distant thunder rumbled, and the blazing foehn wind passed around the rock, slightly burning the edges red.

Boluogo held his breath. He was getting closer and closer to his destination, and the temperature also rose sharply. Fortunately, there were such raised rocks everywhere, which could be used as shelters.

Aimu, who was behind her back, remained silent. After seeing the absurdity of Boluogo's behavior, she felt a sense of guilt in her heart.

Aimu deceived Boluogo. Her ether was not exhausted at all. Aimu was just cooperating with Alice to find a way to send Boluogo away so that the two of them could take the next step.

As for whether Amu can escape from this terrifying rift...

Aimu believed in Alice. Alice was indeed a phantom to her, but sometimes this phantom was... omnipotent.

Alice was right, she was very good at pretending and deceiving, and Bologg was now being deceived by her. These humans arrogantly thought that the alchemy doll was just a child, but they didn't know what was hidden in the heart of a child.

Aimu didn't trust anyone. Except for Alice, she had never revealed her true thoughts. But now Aimu was a little shaken, and she didn't even care about Alice's layers of temptation in her ears.

Boluogo did not give up on him. He made those ethers out of thin air like magic, and then ran around in this hell endlessly.

Aimu wanted to hear Alice's opinion. After all, he was about to be dismantled and was in an extremely passive situation. However, Alice had remained silent since just now and looked at Boluogo with complicated eyes.

Alice seemed to be an illusion, but it seemed not to be, and Aimu was a little confused.

"it's over."

Boluogo whispered, and when the foehn wind dissipated, he immediately jumped out of the bunker, jumping and moving between these raised rocks.

After losing the filling of soul fragments, the hunger in his heart became stronger and stronger, even Boluo Ge's willpower was a little unbearable.

Fortunately, everything is coming to an end, and Bologo is getting closer to its destination. If the Desperate Outpost is working seriously, they will definitely find themselves.

As for dereliction of duty? Boluogo thinks this is impossible. After all, there is a scourge locked up here. Those who can be sent to the desperate outpost must be not only the elite of the elite, but also a dedicated person like Lebius.

"Bologo, there's a question."

Aimu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"what is the problem?"

While Bologo responded, he stepped on a high raised rock. Such rocks were spread all over the surface of the rock wall, like huge stairs, for Bologg to move forward and avoid falling into the ashes below.

After seeing the scarlet flesh beneath the ashes, Bologo never wanted to touch that land again.

"These foehns come from the breath of evil in its eternal sleep, right?"

"I think so, what's wrong?"

"Then it shouldn't just be Hu..."

Before Amu finished speaking, Boluogo had already noticed it. Different from the previous thunder, this time it was an imperceptible slight sound. Then a breeze passed by Boluogo, and the ashes in the sky were dragged behind. Moving, outlines of gray silk.

"We are too close, Boluogo!" Aimu exclaimed.

At this time, Boluoge also understood what she meant. Various negative states affected Boluogo's thoughts. It was extremely difficult for Boluogo to stay awake. He was unable to think about it at all.

The evil has been breathing continuously, blowing the blazing foehn wind. Previously, it was judged that it would only take twenty-two minutes because the two of them were too far away from their destination. The foehn wind took twenty-two minutes to reach the destination. As it got closer to the destination, Time is also shortening.

Foehn is coming! But before that happens, evil needs to breathe in before it can breathe out.

Boluogo turned around and ran towards the protruding rocks on the side, but at this time, the huge suction force had captured him, and the strong wind passed by and he flew directly into the air.

Now Boluogo understands that this ghost place is simply a restricted area of ​​life. Once ordinary condensers and prayer believers fall into it, the etheric vacuum environment will continue to weaken their power, and the evil flesh and blood responsible for foraging will also There will be constant attacks, and there will be periodic foehn winds.

Various mechanisms are connected together one after another to form the end of this life.

The folding knife stabbed hard into the rock beneath him, but Boluogo's figure was still dragged backwards. The folding knife left a dense spark on the rock until it broke away from the rock and the whole person was completely sucked into the air.

Boluogo tried to throw out the snake scale liquid, but his speed was too fast. In an instant, the surrounding rocks that could be grasped were out of the limit range of the secret energy.

It was as if a storm had swept up Boluogo, his figure spinning repeatedly in mid-air, and his vision was spinning.

His body rose into the sky, and in a daze he saw the burning fire in the darkness, like a burning eye growing on the earth, and under the pupils was an endless sea of ​​fire.

Boluogo tried to see everything clearly, and then he saw something, something that made him forget to think about it for a moment.

The powerful suction disappeared, and a large amount of air mixed with ashes was poured into the sea of ​​fire. Bologg began to fall freely. After a few seconds, he exhaled. The hot foehn wind would push him away and even burn Bologg. Into a coke shell.

After a brief daze, a green glint flashed in Bologo's eyes, and he fell towards the ground. He adjusted his posture in mid-air and fell towards the core area.

From a high altitude, with the light of the burning fire, Boluogo finally saw clearly what was hidden in the darkness. It was an extremely large ruined area, with densely packed buildings covering the entire field of vision, and ashes like a sea of ​​sand. Swallowing them, the gray color covered every corner.

At the moment before falling to the ground, Boluogo threw out his silver hands and tightly grasped the buildings. They stood like stone monuments forever.

The dense silver net blocked Bologg. Unfortunately, Bologg's ether was difficult to maintain. These large silver nets broke at the critical moment, and Bologg was slammed into ashes.

Fortunately, he had slowed down. Apart from the severe pain, Boluogo did not suffer any fractures. He struggled to get up after gasping for a few seconds, and immediately hid towards the building at the other end.

Roaring thunder sounded from behind the numerous buildings, and the blazing foehn wind swept through the ruined area, as if a giant was swallowing fireworks, destroying the city.

"This city should have been very glorious once."

Aimu murmured to herself. She also saw this huge ruin from a high altitude. Even if it was burned by the burning wind and buried in ashes, she could still see the glory of the past from the ruins.

Boluogo remained silent until the Foehn wind ended, then he walked out of the shadows and walked among the ruins.

Strangely enough, Bologo seemed to have been here before. He turned onto a straight avenue and climbed up the stairs buried in ashes.

Boluogo stood there for a long time.

"So you are here..."

Boluogo thought that the disaster had shocked him enough, but after seeing the ruins, Boluogo suddenly felt that the disaster was nothing.

For Boluogo, a ghost who has traveled through time, nothing can move him more deeply than seeing things he knows from the past.

It seems that the time in Boluogo's memory has not really been submerged by the years. It still leaves some traces in the world, indicating that it existed.

"Something's wrong, how could there be such a large area of ​​ruins here?"

Aimu couldn't understand all this, "Was it originally built by the Bureau of Order? A city created to imprison evil?"

"No, you got the order reversed."

Boluogo stepped forward and walked along the straight road towards the source of the foehn, behind the towering city wall.

"Whether it's evil or the Bureau of Order, they are all outsiders, and they are the original owners of this land."

Boluogo looked at the gray-white city wall covered with ashes, and behind the city wall, the same gray-white towering spiers, and the palace that stood forever in the dim firelight.

The picture in front of him began to distort and squirm, and then he flashed back. Boluogo couldn't hear Amu's voice anymore, and instead there was endless noise.

It’s the roar of soldiers, the mechanical sound of pulling the trigger, and the roar of bullets coming out of the barrel...

The sky burned into crimson blood. Bologg, wearing a rough military uniform, charged with his comrades on the smokey battlefield.

The army has bulldozed the defense line outside the city, and now their only goal is to open the city gate and break into the palace made of gold.

Boluogo looked at the majestic city. The towering city walls were carved with huge reliefs of ghosts and gods, and further behind were towers rising. On the towers were sculptures of angels, looking at the world with pity.

The magnificent city wall has isolated everything. Outside the city wall, the soil is soaked with blood, and dead bodies are piled on the ground. Within the city wall, bursts of string music and the sounds of people's joy can be vaguely heard.

Boluogo suddenly felt that he was like a traveler suffering in hell. They rushed towards the city wall one after another, trying to knock on the door of heaven.

Just open the door, just destroy the wall.

if only……

Boluogo blinked. The crazy war was no longer there. There was only gray silence all around. The once beautiful reliefs were submerged in layers of ashes. The sculptures of angels also collapsed and were destroyed. There were no longer strings from heaven here. Joy only comes from the howling of evil, like the call of hell.

"After I was released from prison, I was thinking that it was so majestic. Even if it was destroyed, there should be some ruins left instead of completely disappearing on this land."

Boluogo said and stepped forward. He felt that his current state was very good, he was very excited and resisted death.

"here it is……"

Aimu vaguely thought that she had read the history of Oath City Opos, but she could never have imagined that its ruins would be here, at the bottom of this great rift, accompanied by evil.

"This is where my destiny begins."

Boluogo stood under the magnificent city wall, he was as small as an ant, and everything was just like it was sixty-six years ago, the city gate was closed.

"King Solomon's Holy City."

Boluogo calls out its former name.

"Raymond Guyton."