Endless Debt

Under the sad narrative of the past, Boluogo discovered that the powerful and terrifying deputy director was, in the final analysis, just a mortal, with his own joys, sorrows, and sorrows that were difficult to resolve.

Borogo seemed to be able to resonate with Nethaniel, so he put down his defenses and vigilance. In order to figure out his own mystery, he showed him the power of sucking souls and usurping souls...

In the days that followed, Bologo often regretted his reckless behavior.

After seeing Bologo's power, Nathaniel, who had just been recalling the sad memories, suddenly became furious. Bologo could see the suppressed anger in his eyes, and even said that if he hadn't still Reason restrained him, and Bologo believed that he would be killed by Nathaniel in an instant.

Nathaniel spent a long time calming down his heart. He did not say too many words to Boluogo, but his soft eyes became cold and cold. He looked at Boluogo as if he was looking at a person. Like a stranger.

"Sorry, Boluogo," Nathaniel's voice became colder, "I need some time to calm down."

Bologg guessed that Nathaniel's rapid change of mood should be related to his protection. He waved his hand, and darkness enveloped Bologg. After a period of dizziness, Bologg returned to the familiar gray and white corridor. Inside.

It feels good to be down to earth. The chatter of staff can be heard from the end of the corridor. There is a buzzing sound in the pipes overhead. One capsule after another is released and shuttles between the rooms.

Bologg felt like he had returned to the human world. The breeze blew past his back, and a biting coldness scratched Bologg's spine. Only then did he notice that his back was soaked.

He had no clear perception, but his body's instinct was as if he had died once, and Boluogo's hands couldn't stop shaking.

"what happened?"

Boluogo guessed that the secret war was not as simple as Nathaniel told himself. He would not deceive himself, but he must have omitted a lot of content, such as how he killed Xilin.

It was a confusing war, and every participant did not know the truth of the war.

Boluogo sat down on a lounge chair nearby. He needed some time to process the tidal wave of information.

What a bad day.

Too bad.

Before everyone's information was digested, Boluogo knew the identity of the astronaut again.

Boluogo lowered his head, and suddenly he laughed to himself. The laughter was so sudden that it startled the staff who just passed by.

"Bad days."

Boluogo murmured, "It sounds so familiar..."

In Boluogo's life, whenever he felt that his current life was bad enough, there would always be something worse waiting for him behind.

Should we say that human beings really have an indestructible resilience? Whenever Bologo is about to be unable to hold on, he can always hold on and face greater challenges.

Rubbing his head vigorously, Boluogo came up with another idea. Should he die now, reach the void, and question the astronauts face to face?

No, that guy won't see him.

Since the last time they met, Bologo has died many times, but each time he was unable to stay in the void for long, let alone retain much memory.

In the void, the astronaut is the absolute master. He can remember as much information as he wants him to remember. If he tells himself to get out, he must get out.

Just like a king.

Boluogo's breathing stopped for a moment, and the excitement and restlessness that he had finally suppressed surged up again. He looked around, stood up in a panic, and ran all the way in the corridor.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Boluogo ran too fast, bringing up gusts of wind, and accidentally bumped into a passing clerk. The document bag fell to the floor, and white papers were scattered everywhere.

He didn't have time to stop. A new idea squeezed out the intelligence of the crowd and the astronauts, and slowly grew and grew until it burst Bologo's mind.

Boluogo is different from people in this world. He has the memory of "past life" and knows a lot of knowledge beyond human cognition.

Nowadays, scholars try to use fireworks and steel to send magnificent creations high into the sky and break through the shackles of the sky. They are curious about the world outside the sky, eager to know a little bit about it.

That is extremely precious knowledge, and Boluogo is no stranger to it. In the memory of his "previous life", he has already experienced it all.

Boluogo knew what was beyond the sky, and he also knew what the world beyond the end of the sky looked like. His knowledge surpassed everything in this era, but others had no idea.

Others can't guess it, but you shouldn't be like this!

A world of nothingness and gray.

The broken and suspended boulders of the mountain.

He is like a king in his domain.

Boluogo felt that he could hardly breathe. He rushed out of the Order Bureau and stood on the busy street.

Meeting with everyone has consumed too much time. It is now approaching evening, the sun has sunk below the horizon, and the bloody sunset has covered most of the sky. On the other side of the sky, there are cold tones, ranging from light blue to blue. The darkness began to fade, and the twinkling stars could be vaguely seen.

Boluogo should have thought of it earlier, he should have thought of it earlier!

He doesn't know whether there is an afterlife in this world, but Boluogo understands that he does not have the property of death, so is the world he arrives after death really the world after death? Or is it based on one’s own subjective assumptions and self-righteous cognition?

Boluogo slowly raised his head and looked at the bright spot hidden among the clouds, and he murmured.

"You're looking at me, right?"

Boluogo's laughter gradually became distorted.

"Yes, astronauts should be in the sky."

The perspective continues to rise, past the buildings, through the sea of ​​clouds, and even breaks through the shackles of gravity, reaching the outside world.

On the gray earth, inside the huge crater, the astronauts were sitting leisurely on their chairs as usual, watching the pictures on the screen.

With the help of that huge mountain-like machine, astronauts were able to spy on the changes in ether concentration in the entire world. The surge of ether painted a painting like a weather map.

The astronaut picked up the note and compared the date on the note with the picture currently displayed on the screen.

"Well... the number of ether vortex spots has increased by several percentage points compared to before."

With just a glance, the astronauts were able to process this complex information, which was no problem for the devil.

"The concentration of ether is still rising..."

The astronaut scrawled and corrected his notes, writing line after line.

"What is this?"

Another voice sounded, and there were few visitors in the void.

Belphegor picked up an alarm clock. Its case was made of solid iron and looked very durable. It seemed to be made for users who had the courage to get out of bed and could withstand many beatings.

The hands on the alarm clock moved extremely slowly. It could be said that it had completely stopped. The hands hovered at a few minutes before midnight. With a slight movement, all the hands would become one.

Turning the alarm clock over, Belphegor saw a line of information, including the production date, manufacturing company, production batch and other information.

"Are you going to keep a good schedule? You actually bought an alarm clock,"

Belphegor knew that anything that could appear here would not be simple. He joked, "Where did you buy it?"

The astronaut said casually, "Oath City Opos, Shenbe District, a thrift store called 'Charlie's House'."

Before Borlogo moved in with Palmer, he had been living in the Shembe District, and Charlie's House was also a store Borlogo often visited, where he bought many of his records.

"Don't break it, this thing is an old thing."

"You see," Belphegor noticed a line of small words on the back of the alarm clock, "A souvenir for the first anniversary of the end of the Scorched Earth Fury? Can such a thing be sold as a souvenir?"

The astronaut said, "Doesn't its appearance represent its value? You must know that this thing is now very collectible."

"Then...then what's the point of it being here?"

Belphegor asked, and then he noticed the hands on the dial. They almost stopped and almost overlapped, pointing the hour hand towards midnight.

He could feel that the pointer was not stagnant, but moving forward at an almost imperceptible speed.

"Countdown."

The astronaut waved the note in his hand and said, "Based on the current rising rate of ether concentration, countdown to when it will reach the critical value."

"Doomsday Clock?"

Belphegor's voice became excited, and he continued, "Using souvenirs of peace to count down to the doomsday is a great idea!"

He liked this naughty idea. After carefully putting the alarm clock back in its place, Belphegor sat next to the astronaut and looked at the screen with him.

"So found it?"

The astronaut shook his head, "Not yet. The increase in ether concentration has also obscured it."

"We're running out of time, and as the ether concentration rises, it's only going to become more and more secretive," Belfinger said.

"Don't worry, don't we have another way to find it?"

The astronaut whispered, "Completely defeat the other blood relatives and take away their authority."

Belphegor was silent for a while and then said, "Are you kidding me? If this method can solve the problem, why are we still fighting for so long?"

The disputes between the devils seem crazy, but they have always maintained an extremely restrained state. They allow the existence of a winner, but they will never allow a devil king who is enough to crush other devils to appear. Once there is such a sign, other devils will They will attack in groups to prevent anyone from breaking this fragile balance.

"If this method is possible, why did you and King Solomon suffer such a complete defeat when the Holy City fell?"

Belphegor whispered, he put away his playful attitude and became serious.

The cooperation with the astronauts and the step-by-step realization of the plan made Belphegor a little too relaxed, completely forgetting what kind of trouble the astronauts almost caused decades ago.

"You tried to create a crowned one to break the balance, defeat all the chosen ones, and make yourself the final winner, the final devil king... You also saw your end, scorched earth and destruction, and now you want to do it again Upset the balance?"

"The crowned one? The King of Devils? Interesting..."

The astronaut did not answer Belphegor's question directly, but smiled casually, as if Belphegor had just told a funny joke.

"Balance must be maintained," Belpheinger emphasized.

"I see."

The astronaut turned his head, and the golden mirror reflected Belphegor's rapidly changing face.

"We each bear different original sins, but what matters is power, not the will to control power," Belphegor whispered, "You don't want to be replaced either, do you?"

The astronaut did not answer Belphegor's words, but instead talked about something else.

"We are burdened with different original sins and seem to have huge differences, but in fact we all have the same thing in common, which is the fear of disappearing."

The astronaut raised his head and looked at the blue and clear planet.

"In the past years, even if we had a little bit of courage to destroy the balance of checks and balances between each other and compete for a real devil king, this dispute would not have to continue until now."

The astronaut shook his head, "Unfortunately, we have not yet reached such a consensus."

Belphegor remained silent. He turned to look at the alarm clock. The moment Belphegor looked at the alarm clock, the slender second hand moved forward one step.

The predicted apocalypse moves forward.

…

Nethaniel never thought that he would return to the Upside Down Hall so soon. He once again faced the huge crowd in the darkness. This time, Nethaniel did not show any awe, but shouted at the darkness.

"Xilin has the same power and the same protection as Boluogo!"

Nesanil said loudly, while everyone remained strangely silent. The four masks did not change at all, and all the virtual personalities were in a deep sleep.

"Answer me, all of you."

Nathaniel suppressed his grief and anger, "We have never been able to figure out how Xilin rose and why he suddenly invaded the Bureau of Order.

Now everything is clear. Behind him stands a devil, a devil named Leviathan! "

Nathaniel had only read about Leviathan's protection in books. There was a huge difference between words and reality, so he didn't realize it during the battle with Xilin, but now he saw it with his own eyes up close. After witnessing this power, all the clues were connected together, and the memories were connected to piece together the cruel truth.

"It was he who ordered Siren to do this, and now he has sent his chosen one, Borogo Lazarus."

The more Nathaniel thought about it, the more fear he felt. As a Glorious One, he had not felt this way for a long time.

"We actually included Boluogo as a team member..."

Nathaniel's voice trembled. He hated the devil's power, but he did not hate Bologg. He knew that Bologg was also a victim of pain.

If Bologo knew the inside story, he would never show this power to himself with a stupid look on his face.

This is not the end of his thoughts. As Nathaniel said, if the devil gave Xilin all the help, then what about the doubtful power of the powerful overlord?

Is that terrifying alchemical matrix that is far beyond human knowledge also a gift from the devil?

Why has this alchemical matrix never appeared in the King's Secret Sword since Xilin?

Why does the exiled second faction have the power to develop such an alchemical matrix?

It's the devil.

The devil fills in all the missing logic in the story.

Now this gift was handed into the hands of Boluogo. When he realized this possibility, the Boluogo in front of Nathaniel changed, and he turned into another familiar figure.

Silin Kogardel.

It was as if Xilin was sitting in front of him, covered in the blood of his colleagues, and laughing at him.

Nethaniel remembered the joy and excitement of the sublimation furnace core after Bologo successfully implanted the alchemical matrix. They said that the Bureau of Order had its own overlord.

Yes, they did have another overlord, in every sense of the word.

Xilin had taken away too many precious things from Nethaniel. He hated that man, as well as the devil behind him. For a moment, Nethaniel even wanted to kill Boluogo.

He gave up.

It wasn't that Nethanel was merciful, but that he realized that such an action was pointless.

Bologger is immortal.

What's more hopeless than an immortal overlord?

Nethaniel's eyes dropped to the ground, moved up slowly, and finally landed on the people, the first mask on the main body, which was made of gears and brass.

The first director of the Bureau of Order, Albert Alfredo, was the one who planned all of this.

It was he who ordered Bologo to be taken in, and many years later, it was the people he built who ordered Bologo's release.

Everything is so clever.

Thinking back to Xilin's rash attack, he had a more clever way to defeat the Bureau of Order, but he had to use this suicidal way to attack.

Could it be Xilin's intention?

Such thoughts flashed through Nathaniel's mind.

For some reason, Xilin "recklessly" fell into the enemy camp and died in battle, just to preserve this alchemical matrix for future transfer to Bologo...

All gifts come with a price. Could it be that the devil gave Xilin the rise and then led him to destruction?

Everyone is an insignificant pawn.

It's logical enough to dispel anyone's suspicions and hide the true purpose in the shadows.

No one would ever guess that Xilin's death in battle was for such a purpose, no one could guess.

Even the devil is like that.

Nathaniel stared at the mask that represented the first generation director. The gears on the mask meshed with each other. Just like the series of events that had occurred in the past years, they were interlocking like gears, precise, intertwined, and operating until a certain A magnificent machine started.

There was the hallucination of mechanical roaring in his ears, and Nathaniel knew that the sinful machine had already started.

"If...if this is all part of a conspiracy," Nathaniel murmured, "then what are our sacrifices?"

The bloody Secret War was just a show, a show-off to conceal its true purpose.

Nathaniel thought of her. Did she know about such a plan at the time? If she knew, how would she feel about death?

Strong emotions rushed through the body, even causing Nathaniel to have a physiological reaction. His stomach was churning, and his heart felt a dull sharp pain. He had not experienced this for many years. Logically speaking, the etheric body should be completely blocked. This is the right kind of strange feeling.

Raising his head, the god Nethaniel prayed for finally responded.

The flesh and blood body unfolded, and her figure appeared in a sea of ​​scarlet. At the same time, the four arranged masks also unfolded at this time, and the countless masks extending on the branches also shimmered.

It was like tens of millions of people were whispering to Nathaniel.

They said together.

"Regulation One, Unity."