Endless Debt

After opening his eyes, getting up, cleaning up, and getting dressed, Bologo looked at himself in the mirror. His meticulous posture always made him feel satisfied and calm.

After adjusting his cuffs and looking at the quiet and tidy room, Bologo carefully cleaned the room during Palmer's absence, slightly reversing the entropy-hate changes in the entire room.

He opened the curtains with both hands, and bright sunlight poured in. Boluogo squinted his eyes slightly. After a few seconds, he adapted to the new light.

Looking at the endless scenery below the tall building, Boluoge couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Since the collapse of the Wandering Fork Road and the sea of ​​fog in the Great Rift dissipated, the dark clouds shrouding the city have ceased. After many years, the sun has once again favored this place.

Under the sun, the glass curtain wall reflects the rays of the sun, as bright as pearls. The surrounding streets are like a stage, with traffic and pedestrians bustling.

The billboards in the commercial center flashed various fashionable products, attracting people's attention. The roar of machines in the factory was intertwined with the hard work of workers. The huge figures of industrial machinery looked solemn and spectacular under the sunlight.

After thinking for a long time, Boluogo realized that compared to the quiet and beautiful Fengyuan Highlands, he still preferred places like Oath City and Opos, which were noisy and noisy.

"To a wonderful world."

Boluogo raised his glass. After a night of chatting with Aimu, his mood had relaxed a lot. Seeing this beautiful morning again, if he didn't think about the turmoil in his mind, this would be the best day in the world. A perfect opening.

"so good."

Boluogo sighed, briefly forgetting all the suspicions about Albert and the others, and briefly relieved himself of his responsibilities.

Then……

A transparent ripple erupted from the edge of the city. As it advanced, pedestrians along the way were thrown away, vehicles were knocked over, the shops on the street corners exploded one after another, and the glass curtain walls on high-rise buildings collapsed. The flying debris was like A storm of sharp knives swept through the streets, street lamps collapsed, fire hydrants were detonated one after another, and the rising water columns were like fireworks to welcome the arrival of death, emitting colorful rays under the reflection of the sun.

Bologg rubbed his eyes. He suspected that he had not woken up. Then the shock wave violently hit the apartment building where he was. The floor-to-ceiling window in front of him instantly shattered into pieces. The broken fragments were embedded in Bologg's body, but Boluogo did not fall down. He held the cracked water glass and stood firmly on the spot.

Waves of air surged through the living room, turning Bologg's days of tidying up into a mess again. After a few seconds, the reverberations of the explosion slowly came, and the roaring sound was like a heavy hammer, almost smashing Bologg's eardrums. .

Boluogo took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the wall. At this moment, he looked at the city. People were running in all directions in fear, and screams and calls for help kept coming. Panic and chaos gripped the entire city. This sudden disaster left people unable to understand and cope with it.

Sirens sounded violently in the city, and fire brigade, rescue teams and police rushed to the scene to carry out rescue and evacuation with all their strength. However, they were powerless in the face of such a sudden disaster.

Thick smoke and dust filled the air, and the city sky became gray and heavy. Collapsed buildings and burning blocks emitted huge noises and scorched smells, like a scene of doomsday.

Boluogo was sure that this was not a dream, but a real scene that was unfolding.

The neighborhoods that were prosperous a second ago have now turned into ruins. The vibrant streets and shops have now been destroyed beyond recognition, and everything has become broken and desolate.

The explosive flames ignited in the large crack. Boluogo drank the remaining half glass of orange juice and dropped the cracked glass casually on the ground.

After wiping his soot-covered face, straightening his crooked tie, and confirming that there was nothing wrong with his collection cabinet, Borogo picked up the Key to the Winding Path and struggled to open the dented door.

When Bologg passed through the Undead Club and arrived at the Bureau of Order, loud sirens sounded one after another in the reclamation room, and employees ran quickly holding documents. Before Bologg could continue to act, the scene in front of him began to distort and change, until it disappeared. Make a straight corridor.

Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, Bologg once again stepped into the familiar outpost. Surprisingly, this time the Freyas remained quiet, and countless eyes were fixed on Bologg. A familiar figure was walking towards Boluogo.

"Borogo," Nathaniel called.

"what happened?"

Boluogo looked at the table aside, which was filled with all kinds of weapons. He knew exactly what this meant. He walked directly to the table, skillfully tied the armed belt to his body, and inserted different weapons into it. arms.

"We were attacked by a joint attack from the Disobedient Royal Court and the Orangutan Sect." Nathaniel said.

"How's it going?"

"It's terrible. They came well prepared and broke through Greystone Town in just ten minutes."

"Greystone Town?"

Bologo recalled that small town, which occupied the main road to the abandoned land. In order to protect this place, the Bureau of Order sent many employees, including the priest whom Bologo recruited.

"It just fell?" Boluogo couldn't believe it.

"According to the last message, the Prince Regent has come to the battlefield in person..."

Nethanil's words added a bit of chill, "This time the enemy's goals are very clear and their execution is very strong. We don't understand why they are suddenly so aggressive."

"What is their goal?" Bologg asked.

"If the speculation is correct, it should be the ruins of the sacred city under the great rift." Nathaniel said.

When he heard about the Holy City, Boluogo's movements paused. It was the core of all doubts and the location of King Solomon's legacy.

"Can the Desperate Outpost survive?"

Boluogo was worried that if what Nethaniel said was true, then this sudden conflict would be on the same level as the Plague of Decay incident, and there would be Glorious Ones in these incidents.

"According to the past, with the power of the large virtual quiet defense line, it is not difficult to resist the invasion of a glorious person, but this time, the Disobedient Royal Court has united with the Orangutan Sect."

Boluogo heard the implication of Nathaniel's words, and he was shocked and said, "What is the evil in this world?"

"That's right, we still don't know what methods the Orangutan Sect has used. Now the evil in this world that should have been dormant has become restless again. The mountains of flesh and blood are being transferred to the holy city on a large scale. The people of the desperate outpost are We are trying to control the situation and have no power left to deal with the invasion from the outside.”

Nathaniel tried to reassure Boluogo, "Don't be nervous. The rest of the action team has already been dispatched. They are moving along the graystone rift valley to try to stop the enemy."

Boluogo picked up the sword and axe, looking eager to try, "I have fought against the Prince Regent..."

"You have other duties, Bologo."

Nathaniel interrupted Boluogo. After speaking, he turned slightly, revealing the door leading to the ruins area behind him.

"The enemy's target is the Holy City. For this reason, even the evils of this world are awakened by its manipulation... You should also know how unstable the situation in the Holy City is."

"The light gradually subsides, and the evil revives."

Boluogo whispered that exploring the Holy City was part of the plan, but it seems that under the pressure of the regent, everything will be moved forward.

"Unfortunately, we are not sure now whether we can completely protect the Holy City from the enemy's offensive. For this reason, all plans must be advanced."

When talking about this, Nethaniel felt an inexplicable sense of fate. Many years ago, they captured this city, and now they have to defend it, even if they pay with their lives.

"Boluogo, according to the instructions of the decision-making room, you must immediately go to the ruins area, find the road to the holy city, and do your best to collect the legacy of King Solomon, and we are trying to find a way to control the resurgent evil and the coming The enemy who committed the crime will buy you time."

Boluogo nodded silently. He had guessed this arrangement from the beginning, but for a while Boluogo still couldn't understand why the Disobedient Royal Court and the Orangutan Sect suddenly launched an attack at this time.

It seems that somewhere invisible to everyone, there is a big hand ferociously stirring up the situation, stirring up the storm, accelerating the advancement of disputes and the intensity of the war.

"I understand what you mean, but before that, I need to gather my team members," Boluogo glanced at the door leading to the ruins area and added, "It's a bit too troublesome to explore that ghost place alone. ”

"Which one?"

Nathaniel asked simply.

"The one who won't get in my way."

Nathaniel smiled inexplicably, and he snapped his fingers, and then the space on Bolog's side began to twist and change, and the winding path tore apart, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Hmph~"

The blurry figure gradually became clearer. She was humming a tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

From her perspective, she should have just gotten up, tidied herself up, put on her clothes and work badge, and was doing her final make-up in front of the mirror before going out to work.

Just as soon as her eyes closed, she left her familiar nest and appeared directly in front of the public.

Boluogo could carefully see the rapid changes in Amu's expression, from relaxed to tense, and then to despair with a sense of death. The humming stopped abruptly, and the mirror reflecting him disappeared, replaced by He is his immediate boss’s immediate boss.

Aimu said dryly, "Good morning... Good morning, Deputy Director."

Nathaniel didn't care at all about Aimu's performance. He just said very dedicatedly, "Staff Aimu Azedet, you have been urgently assigned to a field operation."

"oh oh."

The characters that kept flashing in his eyes represented Amu's chaotic thoughts. He had just gotten up, but he was suddenly pulled here, and no one could react.

Until Aimu saw Boluogo beside him.

"We don't have much time. You have five minutes to prepare and set off." Nathaniel glanced at his watch. "Friya will guide you until you arrive at the Holy City."

"What about you? Deputy Director." Boluogo suddenly asked.

"Me?" Nathaniel hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will set off for the Greystone Rift Valley, king against king, glory against glory, and try to intercept the regent there."

“Is this all that’s left of the Order of Glory?”

Boluogo asked again, in his knowledge, there are only a few glorious people in the Bureau of Order. Were most of them perished in the secret war a few years ago?

"Everyone does his job."

Nathaniel did not answer Borogo's question directly, but urged, "Do what you should do."

Seeing this, Boluogo had nothing to say. He simply told Aimu about the current situation, and the two began to sort out things that might be used in the next operation.

"Why did you think of me this time?" Aimu asked softly.

"Because I really can't understand those profound books and need a translator," Boluogo felt a little helpless. "For this reason, as an illiterate, I can only trouble the magical Miss Aimu."

"hey-hey."

Aimu chuckled twice, "That's pretty much it."

Seeing Amu's proud look, Boluogo confirmed again that she was indeed like a child, surprisingly easy to coax.

Thinking of this, Boluogo lowered his head and was about to put Grudge back into his sword bag when another face came into his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Freya asked curiously, lying on the edge of the table.

"Yeah yeah."

When Boluogo turned his head, the other side was already full of Freyas. Looking at the other side, Amu was also surrounded by Freyas. The two of them were surrounded by Freyas.

"Let's talk about the next work," Bologo replied seriously, "Sneak into the ruins area, find the sacred city, and do what we should do."

Freya lowered her head, looking thoughtful, then she looked at Aimu and said, "Are you sure? Bolog, you are an undead, so the risk of the action itself is not great for you, but she just Those who pray…”

Freya is a fast learner, and her short-term work in the field department has allowed her to learn a lot about tactics and strategies. It also enables her to judge whether the composition of the team is reasonable through efficient calculations like everyone else.

"No, she's very good," Boluogo said without explaining too much, "You'll know it in a minute."

"ah?"

In less than five minutes, Boluogo checked his equipment. In order to thank him for his work, after exploring the ruins area, Mamo also spent a lot of energy to reversely develop a small amount of Sword Sword Oil. , to replenish what Bologo had consumed previously.

These wonderful substances that can split the winding path will play an extremely critical role when necessary.

Bologo said, "Okay, we can go."

"Does this count as overtime?"

Aimu was still a little unresponsive. When he woke up, he was pulled into a fatal operation, but if you think about it, this is the daily life of employees of the Bureau of Order.

Stability is always short-lived, and accidents are the eternal theme.

"I guess so."

After Boluogo finished speaking, he opened his hands as if he wanted to hug Aimu, and then Aimu hugged him. After a burst of dazzling light, Aimu disappeared, leaving only some empty clothes falling to the place. At the same time, There was a golden halo in Boluogo's eyes.

The Freyas looked at the clothes on the ground, then at Bologg, and a few seconds later they all screamed.