Endless Debt

Boluogo's shout was like a supreme iron law. As the mark of the staff and sword appeared in the eyes of all Freyas, the frantically approaching Freyas who looked like legions suddenly stopped, and their eyes were completely captivated. The brand of the staff and sword attracted him, and for the first time, a different emotion appeared on his cold face.

Confused, puzzled, confused, surprised...

At this moment, they were like living people, showing various emotions. They hesitated on the spot and did not attack rashly.

Boluogo couldn't help but take a deep breath. He made the right bet.

There is a strict division of authority within the Bureau of Order. Facing the Freyas who have gathered all the power in the ruined area, Boluogo has to bet that there is still a certain underlying logic from the settlement in the ruined area.

Before the invasion of Xilin, the collapse of the ruins area, and the copying of Freya's consciousness, the ruins area was under the control of the Kenshi. This series of emergencies and distortions may have caused the interruption of the connection between the ruins area and the main body of the Kenshi, and thus Out of control.

But no matter how out of control, Freya covered it with her own consciousness, Boluogo felt that there would always be the slightest trace. As long as there was this glimmer of hope, then he would have the authority from the decision-making room to override them. The power above.

"Decision room?"

“It was really the will of the decision-making room.”

"But...but..."

“But we are the decision-making room.”

“If we are the decision-making room, what is he?”

The low voice of conversation sounded among Freya and the others. Their logic seemed to be wrong, and they could not figure out the current situation until a voice sounded.

"Quiet."

The crowd parted, and a stooped old Freya came out. Her arrival caused all Freya to stop talking, leaving only absolute silence lingering between them.

"The reclamation room has been destroyed, and the decision-making room has also fallen with it."

She said coldly, "Here, we are the only pure land, the continuation of the Bureau of Order."

Old Freya seemed to have the highest decision-making will among the Freyas. With her words, all the eyes of Freya became cold again, and the manic ether rose like fire and approached again.

"Should I say it was expected?"

Boluogo glanced at the old Freya, and then at the little Freya who was wrapped in the snake scale liquid.

"You have complete self-awareness, you are not so paranoid and neurotic, and you seem to be very kind," Bologo commented simply. "If the copy mutant of the conscious body can produce a positive distortion like you, then it will copy and distort. It’s normal for a bad Freya to be overly paranoid, irritable, and possess a pathological desire for control.”

There is a good Freya and a bad Freya.

Little Freya didn't know Boluogo's plan, but she could clearly sense that the situation that had been finally reversed seemed to have returned to the enemy's side.

"You should have something else to do, right?" Little Freya whispered, "There must be something else, right?"

Who wants to die if they can? Now Boluogo is little Freya's all hope.

"Yes, but this requires your help," Boluogo added. "After all, you are the one who wants to live, right?"

Boluogo's expression became furious, and his voice was filled with a sense of harshness. He grabbed the Sawaxe and Grudge, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Remember, Freya, never place your destiny in the hands of others... Whatever you want, you have to get it yourself."

Little Freya nodded as if she understood, and got ready, and then Boluogo strode forward, and he roared again.

"I am Borogo Lazarus, Operations Commissioner appointed by the Decision Room."

There was obviously only one person in Boluogo, but his momentum was like an army, and he was not afraid of the groups of Freyas at all.

"Staff Freya Bradley, I suspect that you have developed a cognitive distortion, and now you are no longer capable of performing your functions."

Boluogo stopped within the extreme fighting distance from Freya, and his dark resentment was directed at the old Freya.

"In the name of the decision-making room, I ask you to resign immediately."

Freya and the others fell silent. From their perspective, a terrifying evil spirit was giving orders to them, and he did have the authority of the decision-making room, but... But many years ago, just like Old Freya, Just as Liya said, the farming room collapsed and the decision-making room also collapsed.

In the "history" known by Freya, as early as the Xilin invasion, the main body of the camp had been destroyed, leaving only the ruins where they were standing.

"How sad."

Boluogo looked at the Freyas who were whispering to each other, and his heart couldn't help but become heavy.

Freya divided themselves into countless employees, and in the long days they still pretended that the Bureau of Order was still running. Like a ridiculous play house, they divided different functions and also It has its own decision-making room.

The two orders conflicted, and some Freya's expressions became painful. Their logic conflicted, and they didn't know what to do.

"No……"

Old Freya spoke again. She shook her head and rejected Boluogo's words.

"This is the only remaining farmhouse...it must stand."

Negotiations failed.

Boluogo sighed helplessly. To be honest, it was difficult for him to have any anger and resentment towards this group of sick Freya. They were like half ghosts, trapped in the ruins area, trapped in the area where Xilin invaded. day.

Under the influence of the extraordinary disaster and the upside-down world, all existences other than themselves were regarded as monsters by them. In the world Freya knew, the whole world had been destroyed and turned into a hell where monsters were rampant. They are left holding on to the last fortress.

It seemed that no one was at fault. This was what made Boluogo feel most powerless. He couldn't even find a suitable target to vent his anger.

"Get ready, Freya," said Bolog, "the decisive battle is about to begin."

"Huh? Final battle?"

"Don't you see?" Boluogo realized that little Freya was simply stupid. "The negotiation has broken down."

After saying that, a wave of ether came towards him, and the diamond-shaped shields quickly gathered in front of Boluogo, like a reef, separating the roaring air waves.

"They are completely affected by cognitive distortions and cannot reason at all," Bologo continued. "Fortunately, I am not very good at reasoning either."

"Then what should we do?" Little Freya glanced nervously between Boluogo and Freya.

"It's very simple. Conquer her and then talk to me about it with someone who can be reasonable."

Boluogo suggested, "Are you interested in promotion? Freya."

"ah!"

Just when Freya was about to express her surprise, Bologg suddenly jumped out, and her voice was stretched infinitely, sounding like a scream.

Since Freya's consciousness is constantly replicating to assume different functions in the ruins area, there is always one who is the leader of all Freyas. What Bologo has to do is to kill that leader and let little Freya replace her.

Old Freya's figure continued to enlarge in Boluogo's field of vision. Looking at Boluogo who was charging at high speed, Old Freya showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

In her opinion, Boluogo is committing suicide. He is trying to fight against the entire ruined area. If Boluogo is a glorious person like Xilin, Old Freya will indeed be afraid, but Boluogo is just a negative person. Powerful person.

There is nothing to fear.

In an instant, thousands of ethers surged up, and the high-concentration ether condensed together, and even golden raindrops precipitated in mid-air. Then, traces of electric current bounced between the raindrops, bursting out into dazzling arcs and interlacing. , the surrounding air was instantly heated, and dazzling fire appeared out of thin air amidst the roaring thunder.

The wave of elements hit us head-on, like a rapidly advancing wall. All materials along the way were turned into powder, and even the entire corridor was cut off. Huge cracks opened, revealing the deep void.

The whistling air flow was like a sharp knife wrapped around it, and it scratched Boluogo's face, leaving long and thin blood marks. Boluogo did not retreat, but instead faced the wave straight as if he was seeking death.

The two ether reactions came into contact, and a roaring explosion followed. Among the ripples, one could see through the bright light of the explosion that Boluogo's figure quickly became thinner. He seemed to have been struck by high intensity. As if the ether evaporated, most of his body was lost.

But in this hopeless death, a wave of unyielding and angry words echoed.

"Kill her!"

The violent voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

Freya and the others were puzzled for a while, and then realized that the voice came from Bologo, the core of the ether wave.

"Kill her...kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Boluogo seemed to be in a daze, and his bloodthirsty words echoed repeatedly, until a blood-stained head struggled to find its way out of the wave, with scarlet eyes staring at Old Freya, as if to kill her. It's like it's etched into the eyes.

The violent thoughts grew wildly, until this thought completely filled Boluogo's mind, and there was no longer any other noise.

As if time had stagnated, the surging ether wave suddenly froze for a moment, and then it began to collapse inward. Thousands of ether surged toward the center, as if an ether hole appeared there, convolutional and engulfing. A whirlpool of endless ether.

The ether vortex expanded rapidly until it turned into an ether storm. Tons of dust were drawn into it. During the high-speed rotation, they collided with each other and stuck together. From tiny dust, they agglomerated into huge entities, and even were Shaped into a thousand rough blades.

The storm gradually subsided, and the massive ether merged into one, and then an embarrassed figure stepped out of the cyclone and appeared in front of Freya again.

The wave of ether almost tore his body apart, and he was covered in blood. Most of his body collapsed, and his intestines flowed out and hung around his waist. But he still held his head stubbornly up, and his eyes were filled with an almost day-like light. Dazzling light.

Not only his eyes, but the alchemical matrix all over his body seemed to be burning at this moment, as if there was molten gold flowing in it, and the dazzling gilt gold filled the cracks in his body.

At the same time he was hit by the ether wave, Bologo fully released the protection and soul-sucking soul, reversed these manic ethers, turned them into pure ethers and poured them into his body, so much so that the excess ethers almost overwhelmed him at this time. Explode Bologo's body.

Bologger gasped deeply, exhaling a hot breath, as if his body had turned into a furnace.

"Now, let me reiterate."

A low, hoarse, undeniable voice sounded. At the same time, as if going back in time, Boluogo's body was healing itself at a high speed, and the skin was rejoined, and then it was covered by the creeping snake scale liquid, until the cold iron armor completely covered Boluogo. All that was left of Luo Ge's body was the dazzling light shining through the gaps in his armor.

"Give up resistance!"

Bologg's figure began to twist and blur, and then disappeared in place. The Freyas only heard a roaring sound in the air. When Bologg reappeared, he was already in front of the Freyas. The Resentful Bite slashed out a dark path and quickly severed several heads, with pure ether flowing in the wound section.

Freya's eyes were a little dull, but in the next second their shattered eyes solidified again, and their broken bodies began to be weaponized. Instead of healing their bodies, they directly turned into several light spears, which directly penetrated Uncle. Logo's body.

One after another, Bologo was pierced into a porcupine in the blink of an eye. These light spears were pure energy bodies. They pierced fatal holes one after another, and blood gurgled out of them.

But Boluogo seemed to be indifferent to pain, ignoring the injuries on his body, and slashed with his sword again. The thousands of sword blades condensed from the powder also fired in a volley, sweeping down a large area of ​​Freya.

Boluogo threw himself between the Freyas like a wild beast, but in the brutal killing, his consciousness unexpectedly became clear, and he watched the battle proceed like a bystander.

"Is this how Aimu usually feels?"

Boluogo couldn't help but sigh. He was ready to lose control of his body, but when this feeling of losing control hit him again, he was still extremely uncomfortable.

What a risky move.

In order to replenish his depleted ether and survive the subsequent battles, Bologo once again activated his own protection, but this time before losing control of his body and falling into irrational paranoia, Bologo seemed to have brainwashed himself. Likewise, keep instilling a pure idea into yourself.

Kill the Freyas.

Boluogo succeeded. Under the dual influence of the curse and blessing, Boluogo's body now faithfully executed his last will and began to kill crazily.

His figure shuttled among the enemy groups, and every swing of his sword and ax brought up a wind-like airflow, drawing an arc path in the air and flashing through it in streaks of light.

Although his body was out of control, he still maintained Boluogo's deadly fighting style instead of falling into madness and slashing randomly.

The Freyas carried out round after round of ether bombardment, but these seemingly fatal ethers were transformed by the protection and soul-sucking soul, and became Boluogo's own power, even if each transformation would cause damage to the body. Producing a huge burden, the alchemical matrix burned fiercely, almost burning through Boluogo's body, but he was an immortal, and Boluogo didn't care about this cost at all.

The Freyas were no different from ordinary enemies in Bolog's eyes. He slashed with his sword mercilessly, and every hit brought an exciting sense of feedback.

Around Boluogo, the ground also began to collapse, and the huge stones were shattered by his power. Under the control of the secret power and commanding order, they floated up one after another and turned into violent meteors, hitting Freya head-on. The flying fragments of rocks hit them mercilessly, easily sweeping out a large vacuum area in the crowd.

Boluoge continued to advance with great momentum, and Freya's defenses were torn open by him in an instant.

Whether in the past or now, Freya is just a scholar. She doesn't know how to fight. Even if she becomes the will of the ruined area, she is like a clumsy child, only bombarding with pure ether.

Passing through the figures one after another, Boluogo caught a glimpse of the old Freya in the crowd. At the same time, Old Freya also saw Boluogo. This time, there was no longer a hint of ridicule on her face, but she was particularly solemn. .

Continuous cracking sounds sounded, and the corridor that supported their battle began to collapse. The ground fell apart and sank into the void. Freya began to retreat and gathered together. Their original concrete forms began to melt, and they all turned into The streams of light then condensed together and formed the huge light group again.

Hazy light.

The huge light-cast tentacles swung towards Boluogo. Boluogo dodged repeatedly and stepped on the tentacles to run wildly. Facing the incoming sweep, he pressed down the sliding shovel fiercely and passed through the gap. Then he threw out his silver hands, grabbing the suspended boulders one after another, using them as relay points, pulling them closer and swinging in mid-air.

A dazzling light spot gathered in the light group, and then the light spot exploded, and the fatal flow of fire struck again, covering Boluogo accurately. Under the high temperature and lumen, only a vague black shadow could be glimpsed in it. , and when the flowing fire gradually subsided, the black shadow suddenly rushed out.

Several layers of diamond-shaped shields were seen blocking the black shadow, but under the impact of the flowing fire, most of them had been burned through and melted, and the black shadow gradually became clearer. It was the almost burnt Bologo.

The body was severely injured again, but this time Boluogo did not heal quickly, nor did he continue to plunder the ether of dim light.

"I still don't like the feeling of losing control."

Boluogo complained loudly. Although his body was broken, he had taken back the initiative and used his still mobile arm to pull the silver hand with all his strength.

At this time, he was infinitely close to the hazy light, and the light-cast tentacles struck again. Just when they were about to hit Boluogo, the extended silver-white hands grabbed the resentment bite and opened a winding crack.

After passing through the siege, Bologe appeared in front of the hazy light. The distance was so close that the dazzling light filled Bologe's entire field of vision.

"The next step is up to you!"

Boluogo quickly retracted his silver hand and caught the guy who had been hiding in the void. When little Freya screamed, Boluogo threw her into the hazy light. , and then Boluogo also plunged in.

The strong stream of light almost blinded Boluogo's eyes. The ultimate light was followed by the ultimate darkness. When the vision became clear again, Boluogo had arrived at a familiar but unfamiliar place.

The main laboratory that was supposed to be in ruins came into view again, and the spire was still standing as before. Little Freya's body was no longer broken, and she was sitting on the ground beside her with a blank look on her face.

Boluogo raised his head hard and looked forward. Under the spire, an old figure was sitting on a chair.

She looked at Boluogo, with no emotion in her dry eyes.