Endless Debt

Alchemical Matrix.

What Bologo will have implanted will be something that will stay with him until the end of his life.

Regarding this mysterious thing, all Boluogo's knowledge came from Jeffrey. Although he also recommended several related books to himself, Boluogo never had time to read them, but now, in his heart, For all this, there is also a basic cognitive framework.

Burlogo replied, "Only a rough idea."

"OK, all right."

Teda pondered for a moment and then continued.

"To explain it to you in my own way, I think the alchemical matrix is ​​a seed, a seed rooted in our souls. As we advance, this seed will change and become stronger as our souls change. It grows vigorously and even turns into a towering tree."

"The alchemy matrix of Xilin Kogardel is a towering tree. From the 'Condenser' to the 'Glory One', this big tree has lush leaves. Correspondingly, as the cornerstone of the big tree, his soul He is also extremely strong to be able to support all of this.”

Bailey waved her hand, and the golden trajectory was outlined in her hand, turning into a scalpel made of trajectory.

She stirred in the golden air, and a masterpiece gradually emerged, vertically above Boluogo.

It was the overlord's alchemy matrix, with golden veins expanding wildly, like cracks on the ice surface, winding and entangled, and like murals painted by countless craftsmen, depicting mountains and clouds.

It took the alchemists many years to carve it out of the Overlord's body and display it before Bologo's eyes.

"The same is true for the promotion of our condensers. We constantly strengthen our souls, making the 'capacity' of our souls larger, making the foundation stone stronger and tougher, so that the alchemical matrix can grow on this foundation stone.

From the 'seed', the 'trunk' grows, and according to the tendency of future 'promotion', the extension of the 'branches' is determined until it turns into a 'big tree'.

So what we want to implant for you is not the alchemy matrix of the 'Glory One'. After replicating the overlord's alchemy matrix, we need to constantly revise and eliminate this cumbersome matrix.

Reduce it to dimensionality.

From the alchemical matrix of the 'Glorious One', the dimensionality is reduced to the alchemical matrix of the 'Condensing One'.

From a towering tree, compress it back into a seed. "

As Teda spoke, Bailey also started to act. I don’t know what she activated, and the golden tracks hovering on the ground began to rise. They hovered around the operating table, constantly entwining, as if they were rings made of gold. , superimposed on it one after another.

The concentration of ether rose sharply, and everyone felt the pressure of nothingness. More and more ether was squeezed here, majestic and heavy.

"Oh my god..."

Jeffrey whispered, reaching out his hand to try to catch the golden dust. They solidified in his hand, and then spread out, all rushing towards the heavy golden rings.

The ether concentration here has reached a terrifying value, and even this void energy can already appear in a physical form.

Golden dust floated everywhere, turning into a golden mist that enveloped everyone.

Bailey wielded the scalpel. This female madman rarely became serious in professional matters. She lightly cut through the veins of the gold. The complicated picture gradually became simple, and the removed parts slowly fell down. On Boluogo's body, it was like dust that collapsed upon contact and dispersed into nothingness.

Bologg stared at all of this blankly. This magnificent and mysterious sight was not common. The ether turned into mist, carrying some kind of magic power. Bologg felt that his sight would be completely swallowed up by it.

"But you are different, Mr. Lazarus. As a debtor, your soul is incomplete, so the 'capacity' of your soul cannot withstand the conventional alchemical matrix."

Teda's voice changed and he said with a serious expression.

"So?" Bologg asked.

"If a debtor like you undergoes an implant, there will be great risks and the soul will collapse, but fortunately you will not die... So I don't know what will happen. In such a complicated case as yours, I It’s also the first time I’ve encountered it.”

TEDA's body also shone brightly, and the golden mist began to twist, with some gorgeous colors appearing in it.

"The soul is the carrier of the alchemical matrix. After the condensers lose their souls and become demons, their alchemical matrix will stay in the void. Although they can still use secret energy, due to the lack of soul, this also leads to the loss of their alchemical matrix. The matrix cannot continue to grow, and it can no longer be promoted.

The debtor's promotion will become extremely dangerous due to the lack of soul. "

Teda looked at Boluogo with a complicated expression.

"You are like a wonderful paradox, a combination of contradictions, implanted in this extremely unstable alchemical matrix. You yourself are a debtor with a missing soul, but your 'gift' prevents you from dying..."

He laughed out loud.

"I also started to wonder what would happen next."

Boluogo didn't know what to say. Should he say that he was worthy of being a master and disciple? Sometimes, the two people's ideas were surprisingly consistent.

"My secret power belongs to the 'School of Fantasy Creation'. As the name suggests, the power of this school is 'Fantasy Creation', creating non-existent entities. This school of thought is not suitable for scientific research, but my imagination is rich enough."

Teda smiled and said, there was another metallic sound on the operating table, and the shackles bounced up, tightly restraining Boluogo on the operating table. Then several brackets rose up, and the edge of the platform where Boluogo was lying also The bulges were raised one by one, like a bathtub, into which the bologna was placed.

"So? What's the use of your secret power?"

Bologo tried to move and found that he was completely locked and could only move his head.

"The 'path' I am taking is the oldest classical route, which is exactly what the 'School of Illusion' literally means, 'Secret Energy·Fantasy Creation'."

Teda continued, "For this reason, my alchemy matrix's tendency is 'broad and blunt'. As long as it is within the scope of my field, I can most likely make my fantasies come true."

"In other words, you only need to imagine that the 'ceremony goes smoothly', and I might actually be able to successfully implant it?"

Borlog asked, what the hell.

He didn't understand the so-called "tendency". He remembered that Jeffrey had mentioned something about "narrowness" before, but he now had a relatively clear understanding of "fantasy creations".

"Yes, that's it."

Teda showed a strange smile, and at this moment Baili, who had been correcting the alchemy matrix, sang happily.

"The implantation went well~ The implantation went well~"

Under her singing, Teda was busy humming the same tune.

"It went well~ it went well~"

The attending doctors and nurses were singing and dancing, while the patient looked peaceful. Boluogo felt that it was inevitable to die like this.

Weird, it’s so weird.

Are everyone in the sublimation furnace like this? What do these people do every day with funds from the Bureau of Order?

Boluogo wanted to say something to accuse, but then Bailey suddenly said.

"Okay, the correction is completed and the implantation can begin."

A beautiful face appeared in front of her. She lay beside the operating table, looking at Boluogo, and reached out to open Boluogo's eyes, as if to take a closer look at his cyan pupils.

"The implantation ceremony requires your soul to be 'semi-condensed', that is, to condense the entity from nothingness and liquefy it, so as to interfere."

After opening her left eye, she opened her right eye again. Under the bright golden light, her face was hazy, with a somewhat sacred meaning.

"Usually we will inject you with some anesthetic. After all, the process of soul condensation is very painful."

Hearing this, Boluogo was stunned for a second, and his expression became indifferent.

"But this implantation ceremony is full of risks. I need you to stay awake to avoid accidents. Can you?" Bailie asked.

"Okay, I'm very good at enduring pain, especially pain."

Boluogo said expressionlessly.

"Okay," Bailey glanced at Teda. Their eyes exchanged briefly, and Teda said, "Let's get started."

In an instant, everything stagnated.

Boluogo saw that the floating gold dust and countless particles stopped moving and completely froze in the air. He looked at Teda and Bailey, and their faces were also hidden in the golden haze. .

It was as if the world was frozen at this moment, and the rotating wheel of the hour hand was frozen by the frost, and then collapsed.

The golden dust swirled around each other, the high concentration of ether combined together, and the sound of rushing water sounded.

The stagnation was broken, and the golden mist turned into thunderous cumulus clouds, with dazzling currents and sparks bursting out from them. Then the ether liquid turned into golden raindrops, pouring down, and they flowed into the grooves in the ground. , outlining a huge array pattern.

The flowing gold rushed towards the core operating table. Boluogo felt a slight chill. The "bathtub" he was in was poured into the liquid ether of gold. In the blink of an eye, the liquid reached his neck. .

"Start to condense."

The liquid flooded Bologg, and the sound was booming. Bologg couldn't hear who was speaking. He tried to breathe. The liquid filled his lungs, but he didn't feel like drowning.

"liquefaction."

Someone sighed.

Boluogo looked upward, and the gold in his eyes turned into absolute darkness in the next second.

Severe pain.

It was a severe pain that could drive one crazy, like burning fire, and like being placed in an ice cellar, with roaring thunder torturing the body, and endless iron needles piercing the body.

Boluogo gasped in pain, and the water bubbles floated up, as if the liquid was boiling.

The blue eyes began to turn white, and ferocious and terrifying hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, like countless galloping wild horses, stepping over Boluogo's body one after another.

The burning scorched earth, the wails of thousands of dead soldiers, the cunning and blurry figures, the seductive whispers...

The heart was grasped by invisible hands, and it pressed hard. This was not to kill Boluogo, but to force his heartbeat to burst.

Boluogo cannot die yet, he must continue his earthly asceticism.

Then Bologger saw it.

Endless darkness, endless darkness. I don’t know how many years have passed, but the darkness has finally been replaced by light.

Someone reached out to her, but then she died again, in the dark alley, with a smile on her cold face...

Boluogo suddenly couldn't feel the severe pain, or he had become numb to it and became indifferent.

He remembered that in those literary works, many authors described the scene of people entering heaven after death, but few wrote how people entered hell.

Everything in the past kept flashing before my eyes at this moment of death.

Suddenly it occurred to Borogo.

"Ah...this is hell."

He was relieved.