Endless Debt

After crossing the cordon, Boluogo stepped on the gravel and walked up the slope to the slowly rising bridge. The sun was very dazzling, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes.

"I never expected that there would be such a sunny day in Oath City Opos."

While sighing, Boluogo raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the clear blue sky.

Since Vonn evoked the storm and swept up all the plague of decay into the atmosphere, his power also carried the poisonous mist and waste gas accumulated in the Great Rift for many years and threw it into the high altitude.

Since the drizzle of light rain, the large crack that was once shrouded in fog has become clear and clear. A huge circular cloud hole spanning several kilometers vertically penetrates the sea of ​​clouds. The power of the Glorious One remains in the sky. It continues to interfere with reality, and even for a month and a half, the huge cloud cave still has no intention of collapsing.

"It's so fast. It's already been a month and a half."

Boluogo returned his eyes to his eyes, muttered to himself, and stepped forward.

Time passed very quickly. It has been a month and a half since the Decay Epidemic incident. Boluogo had already left the border sanatorium and devoted himself to busy work. Although he still had nightmares from time to time, it no longer affected him. .

The Requiem brought a terrible nightmare, but it also made Bologg see Adele again in an illusory dream. Bologg knew that she was an illusion, a fiction constructed based on his own memory.

But for some reason, this kind of illusion gave Boluogo a rare comfort, as if it satisfied the regret engraved in his heart.

Bologe finally said goodbye to Adele in person, as if the knot in his heart had been opened. Although all kinds of disturbing things continued during this period, Bologe was in an unexpectedly good mood.

He felt that he had completely walked out of the clouds and returned to this ordinary and ordinary daily life. Boluogo started his work as always.

"I've been really free lately."

Of course, at work as always, the endless nonsense is still there.

Palmer followed behind Boluogo, sighing as he looked at the ruins of the surrounding walls. Usually, under the fog, people's effective field of vision in the large crack is only about ten meters, and it is impossible to peek into the big crack. Full view of the rift.

Now that Vonn has cleared away all the clouds and fog, those distant and fuzzy environments have become clear.

"What a disaster." The two sighed in unison.

Boluogo and others successfully prevented the extraordinary disaster caused by the plague of decay, but at the cost of triggering another slightly smaller disaster.

The forces of the Glorious Ones collided with each other, triggering a series of ripple impacts. On the inherently unstable geological structure of the Great Rift, the aftermath of the power directly turned into the roar of an earthquake.

After the collapse of the houses, they left behind a ruins filled with reinforced concrete and masonry walls, abandoned steel structures and other building materials, which were piled together in a chaotic manner, like a huge puzzle.

There are still some buildings that are standing with difficulty, but they are also crumbling. The walls are broken and the steel bars are exposed, intertwined with the fragments on the ground, like the fallen corpses of giants.

Among the ruins, you can see the criss-crossing structure of steel bars. They were once the supporting skeleton of the building, but now they have become fragmented and have no organizational structure. The remaining bricks and cement mixture are difficult to distinguish. Beyond the functions they once performed, they cannot exert any value in helping reconstruction. It will take a long time to clean this place up.

"Rebuilding after a disaster takes a long time," Palmer said.

With the intervention of the Field Service Department, they twisted this extraordinary conflict into a natural disaster. For a month, newspapers were all about this part, and various charitable donations and reconstruction work were also carried out.

Bologg continued to go up along the long bridge. After a while, Bologg reached the highest point of the long bridge and stopped in front of the broken bridge body.

The name of this broken bridge is the Cross-Abyss Bridge. Its function is to span both sides of the Great Chasm and connect two urban areas that are not adjacent to each other. It undertakes an extremely important transportation function. However, under extraordinary conflicts, it was erected on the Great Chasm. Two of the three cross-abyss bridges on the fissure collapsed into ruins. The only surviving one was also full of fissures and crumbling, unable to carry vehicles and trains passing by.

Just like its name, the big rift turned into a huge scar, completely tearing the Oath City Opos apart and splitting it in half.

"Before, the fog had been covering it, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Now, looking at it, it's really scary that there is such a thing in the city."

Boluogo looked down and sighed in a low voice.

"It's normal. We are all like this. This is the first time we have glimpsed the whole picture of the Great Rift."

Palmer walked to Bologg's side, stood with him on the edge of the section, and cast his sights on the Wound of the Earth below.

Without the cover of the fog, the Great Rift was clearly revealed to the eyes of the world. A huge and dark pit was entrenched in the center of the city, with huge rifts opening up on its edge and spreading to all sides.

The Great Rift has always existed in the history of Oath City Opos. It is huge and dark, and its depth is terrifying.

During this period, Boluogo's work has been hovering near the Great Rift, searching for potential crises inside, such as wandering roads.

Boluogo didn't find the wandering fork in the road. The deformed buildings were like a dream. As the fog dispersed, they disappeared, and even the evil aura of the devil disappeared.

Mammon seemed to have left this place, but his power seemed to have permeated the earth. Even when he looked down now, Bologo could still hear ridiculous voices roaring in his ears.

The Great Fissure exudes a strong evil aura, like a black light that is erratic. Whether it is day or night, its interior is surrounded by deep darkness. The flickering light seemed to come from the abyss, and there seemed to be a chilling look in the darkness.

"I don't know whether this change is good or bad." Palmer murmured.

The fog once obscured the sight of mortals, but now it has disappeared. Everyone can see the full view of the Great Rift and feel the power from the abyss.

It might be the remaining aura of the devil, or it might be the pressure released by the evils of this world from a deeper level.

"Let time witness all this." Boluogo could only reply.

During this time, Bologo read the daily newspaper. In addition to reports about disasters, some citizens said they had nightmares, like group hallucinations. There were more and more similar reports.

Many people say that whenever night falls, under the dim light, the darkness in the big crack seems to come alive. Their dark and dry wrists try to grab passers-by. As you get closer and closer to it, you can Hearing hoarse whispers and unknown curses was terrifying.

Some people crazyly believe that the Great Rift is not only a natural creation, but an intoxicating and crazy place. It is the embodiment of evil, attracting those who explore its mystery. It is not only full of terrifying atmosphere, Also full of hidden treasures and secrets.

In this bizarre and terrifying realm, those who survive tenaciously may find that their hearts are attracted by the power of the abyss and enter a crazy place from which they cannot escape...

The above remarks were misinterpreted by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as hallucinations caused by mass panic after the disaster, and their voices were quickly silenced.

But Boluogo knew that this was just maintaining a lie.

"As the concentration of ether continues to rise, such disasters will only become more and more... We cannot keep hiding it. Sooner or later, the mortal world and the extraordinary world will overlap and merge together, just like the etheric world and the material world. Same overlap.”

Boluogo said softly, "It's hard to imagine what kind of disasters and changes this will cause."

"But what can be foreseen is the chaos that engulfs everything," Palmer said. "In the chaos, we will try our best to form a new order."

Palmer paused and asked again, "Brogo, do you know why our extraordinary families have been hiding behind the scenes?"

"for what?"

"Well... this can be regarded as a dark history of ours. After all, there is a huge difference between condensers and mortals. It can be said that to some people, we are gods."

Boluogo silently agreed with Palmer's words. The first- and second-stage sublimators are not much different from humans, but the third-stage sublimators and beyond will be completely different existences. Luo Ge even felt that this was no longer a human being, but some kind of humanoid... etheric creature.

"In this way, there are some people who want to become the new Night Clan after overthrowing it." Palmer said.

"I know this part of the story," Bologo has heard the story. "That's why the various forces reached a convention."

“But as the lines between the mortal and the transcendent continue to blur, conventions will become meaningless.”

Palmer suddenly said, "Forget it, forget about that, just finish these things quickly. This is not something we can worry about anymore."

Boluogo nodded and continued to inspect the great rift.

According to regulations, Boluogo and others should take leave. However, after this incident, the field department also suffered a certain amount of trauma. Many field staff lost their ability to work, but there were only a few dispatched staff left.

Bologo could only end his vacation temporarily and get back to work. Fortunately, Bologo's work during this period was considered overtime, and he was paid three times his salary every day.

In fact, Boluogo doesn't care much about salary anymore.

The edges of the large fissure collapsed piece by piece due to the fighting. When the buildings were knocked down, the large fissure expanded a bit invisibly. Exposed to the scorching sun, the mold on the cliff dissipated completely, but the weeds grew very lush.

Maybe life is so resilient.

"Let's go, nothing is strange."

Bologg greeted Palmer, and the two walked down the broken bridge. They saw many citizens on the way. Even though the cordon was set up, people's curiosity still led them to the Great Cleft. The edge of the body, looking at this terrible scar.

Boluogo didn't pay much attention to them. After a month of exploration, he could preliminarily determine that the danger of the Great Rift had been greatly reduced, the Wuyuan Fortress was completely destroyed, and the Wandering Fork Road also collapsed under Xilin's control. Although cruel, the Bureau of Order successfully removed this cancer.

There are birds flying through the great rift. The only thing to worry about now is the abandoned land under the great rift, but Boluogo believes that the fourth group will be able to handle it well.

"So can Church be discharged from the hospital today?" Boluogo suddenly asked.

"I heard from the doctors that this is the case."

Palmer said and sighed again, "They said that due to the backlash of the secret energy, Church lost a lot of memories. I'm not sure if he still remembers us."

"At least people are alive, right?"

Palmer smiled reluctantly.

…

The man stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

This was his first day out of the hospital... The man couldn't remember why he was hospitalized. According to the doctors, it was because of his injuries that he had some memory problems.

Trying to recall his past, all a man can recall is a series of intermittent and broken stories.

He can remember his own name.

Church Burton.

Men can also remember their past, but due to memory disorder, it is difficult for him to construct a complete, orderly and logical life.

He felt that he was Church but not Church, which troubled the man very much. Fortunately, a man named Ivan told him that this diary could help him.

The man did not read the so-called diary immediately. Even though his memory was confused, some things transcended his memory and were directly engraved into his instincts.

Some professional instincts.

The man reviewed his room. Judging from the decoration and layout of the room, he was indeed a dull and boring person. He had almost no personal belongings, which made him look even more depressed.

It can also be seen from the broken memories that my daily life is really boring. The only hobbies that can be considered as hobbies are playing board games with friends and buying flowers.

Buy flowers?

Men don't understand why they have this hobby.

Soon, he found the proof of his hobby in the corner of the room. It was a pot of alum roots. It was growing very well. It seemed that he was really taking care of this pot of flowers.

I vaguely remember that my hobby is related to a woman.

The man opened the drawer, and several thick diaries appeared in front of him. With the appearance of the diaries, many memories were hooked up and spliced ​​onto the broken memories, making many things complete and clear.

The man spent a long time flipping through the diary and filling in the fragments in his memory. A long, long time passed until there was a knock on the door.

Church stood up and opened the door.