Endless Debt

When the sense of detachment caused by the winding path gradually receded, Bologg also successfully arrived inside Raymond Gayton. Before his vision returned to clearness, Bologg decisively took out the bite with his right hand, and placed his left hand on the axe. On the handle, ready to go.

Boluogo knew the importance of his mission, so he mobilized almost all his energy and concentrated on the next action.

The ether expanded silently, turning into layers of ripples that gently hit the surrounding materials, bringing even fainter echoes. With just such echoes, Bologo immediately sketched himself out in his mind. An overview of the environment.

No moving targets have been found yet, and no other etheric reactions have been detected.

The tense will relaxed a little, and then the vision became clear, and Boluoge gradually saw the dim and beautiful ruins clearly.

"Oh my god..."

Aimu's exclamation came into his mind, and Boluogo was stunned on the spot, forgetting the blade he was holding for a moment.

Boluogo felt that he had not arrived in a ruins, but had arrived in a palace of art.

The pointed arches are like gorgeous joints, elegantly connecting the long corridors one after another. The floor shimmers with a mysterious mirror feeling. Unfortunately, under the wear and tear of the years, it is no longer dazzling, but covered with mottled dust.

On both sides of the corridor, magnificent, glass-like crystal walls stand, embedded in the frame of boulders. They are like dreamlike paintings, emitting a transparent and mysterious light, and the light behind the wall is like hazy moonlight. , gently overflowing, and after being refracted by the crystal, the light that should have been pure and flawless became colorful like the gorgeous colors in fairyland.

"Is this... is this the sacred city of Raymond Gaiton?"

The voice of doubt rang in her mind, and Aimu couldn't believe the scene in front of her. This was completely different from the dangerous place she had expected.

Boluogo was not overly obsessed with this gorgeous creation. He looked towards the end of the corridor. Under the hazy light, the dust floating in the air was clearly visible. They were floating under the air current. After a few seconds, the air flow blew past Boluogo. Luo Ge's slightly hot breath smelled of ashes on his cheeks.

"Light and evil."

Boluogo whispered in his heart.

Back in the Abandoned Land, he had glimpsed the current situation of Raymond Gaiton from a distance. The huge and twisted flesh had completely invaded the city, entangled with it like a parasite.

The scorching light continued to burn away the flesh and blood of the evil, turning it into tons and tons of ashes, which were then thrown into the sky by the storm-like breath of the evil, and piled up into mountains.

Boluogo suspected that the air current surging in the corridor was the breath of evil. Just like feeling the breeze in a cave, Boluogo could find the location of evil by following the direction of the airflow.

"Did you hear that? Bologger."

Aimu's voice rang in his mind, and Boluogo ducked into the shadow of the corner warily, and then followed Aimu's instructions and listened carefully.

Borlog heard it.

In the absolute silence, Boluogo heard the distant and deep breathing sound, like a giant sleeping here. Along with its breathing sound, wild air currents surged wantonly, and they rushed through the corridors of the building.

Everything here seemed to have been specially designed by King Solomon. The air flowed through the hall and bursts of music were played.

Boluogo listened carefully to the prelude. The gradually approaching string instruments were played with soft bowing techniques, with a soft and delicate timbre, as if telling a quiet story.

The woodwind instruments play gently, conveying restraint and elegance with the tone in the mid-bass range. The flute flows like water, and its gentle and pure tone sounds like a slender stream flowing in a circuitous way.

Boluogo's eyes were a little distracted. He felt that he was not performing a desperate act, but had mistakenly entered an art hall.

The giant's breathing reached its peak, and the air flow became more intense. At the same time, the symphony played by this huge building also reached its climax.

The striking cymbals bring strong sustain, like ripples spreading on a mirror, the string instruments burst out with intense melodies, and the fast and challenging notes play at high speed, and their rich and powerful timbre seems like a surge. Surging power.

Boluogo's body trembled involuntarily, and then the corridor in his eyes began to twist and deform. The ashes covering the ground were carried away by the wind, and the shiny, mirror-like earth became clear.

As if standing on smooth ice, Boluogo lowered his head and saw another version of himself.

He looked at Boluogo doubtfully, then he slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Boluogo on the mirror.

"Bologo!"

Someone was calling Bologg, and the sound was fleeting, covered up by the deafening music.

Boluogo distinguished the timbre of the violin. The melody was extremely tense, challenging the limits of the range quickly and fieryly. The cello expressed strong power in the bass area, and the deep timbre was like a surge of magma surging underground.

"what happened?"

Boluogo looked down at himself in the mirror. He had already noticed that something was wrong with his state, but his body and consciousness were unable to make any evasive movements.

Suddenly, the brass instruments played a strong and bold melody, like a heavy punch hitting Boluogo's head, and then the trumpet sound was loud and clear, like a sharp needle piercing the eardrum. In the middle, the brain tissue was smashed, and the trombone that followed strengthened the thickness and extension of the melody with its solemn timbre, like the echo of the earth. In an instant, Boluogo's body seemed to be a thousand times heavier. Unable to move.

The high-pitched and progressive symphony turned into an execution song for Boluogo. Both his consciousness and body were tortured by pain, and chaotic hallucinations emerged in front of his eyes.

So much so that Boluoge found that the hard and flat mirror surface under his feet was now as soft as liquid. A huge depression was created where he stepped on it, causing Boluogo's body to lose balance and fall uncontrollably.

Boluogo instinctively put his hand on the ground and pressed it on the mirror. Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill spread from his fingertips and ran wildly up his spine.

"Ha ha……"

All the music became blurred and faded away, as if Bologo had sunk into the water. In the dull sound, Bologo could hear his own heavy breathing.

Boluogo tried to prop himself up, but at this moment he noticed something colder grabbing his palm, and looked under him, which was his reflection in the mirror.

The shadow broke through the boundary between reality and reality, grabbed Boluogo, and clasped his fingers together. The liquefied and smooth mirror earth seemed to have found prey at this moment, becoming crystal clear and almost gelatinous. The circle wrapped around Boluogo's arm and froze.

A strong sense of crisis arose in Boluogo's heart. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of becoming powerless. However, no matter how hard he struggled, his body refused to obey his orders and he could not muster any strength. The ether also remained silent, no matter how hard he struggled. respond.

Just when Bologg was about to be completely enveloped, there was a slight flaw in the continuous music, as if a bowstring had broken. The harsh tone broke the previously created atmosphere, and the illusion in front of Bologg also followed. Countless cracks emerged.

Boluogo seized this only opportunity.

In the gap between the flaws, the lost power was briefly restored, and the ether became restless. Bologg roared and drew out his resentment. This sword did not strike at the false illusion, but struck at Bologg's only... Something that can be determined.

own arms.

While the blood was dripping, Boluogo broke his arm to survive, and leaned back awkwardly. At the same time, a fierce bright light flashed on his body, and then another figure poked out from behind Boluogo.

Aimu hugged Boluogo's waist with both hands, dragged his body with all her strength, and quickly retreated backwards. At the same time, she and Boluogo released the ether, and the restless power surged out like a tide, endlessly Baptizes all substances in its path differently.

It wasn't until this moment that the hazy symphony was completely disrupted, the illusion dissipated, and the body returned to control.

Boluogo held the sword with one hand and blinked hard. He stood up straight suddenly and raised the sword flat. The broken arm quickly healed. At the same time, the snake scale liquid split into several diamond-shaped shields, silently. The ground hovered around him.

Boluogo calmed down his breathing. Gradually, he could no longer feel the surge of air, and the music that was being played gradually faded away.

It seems safe here.

"What was that just now?" Boluogo looked at Aimu who was away from him. "There is no mention of this thing in the records given by the Order Bureau."

Aimu also shook her head in confusion. She didn't know what was going on, but she was more or less a professional recognized by Boluogo, and she immediately gave her own opinion from a scholar's perspective.

"This should be an alchemical matrix using sound as a release medium, and every time the wind blows through the city, the city's special structure will sing to it."

"And... this kind of defense method is one link within another."

Aimu said and pointed forward, which was where Boluogo was just now. At this time, many crystal crystals suddenly proliferated on the flat ground. They were half a person tall, and there was also a broken body sealed in them. The arm, that's Borogo's broken arm.

If Boluogo hadn't escaped in time, he might have been sealed in the crystal.

There was a dry friction sound. As if the hunt had been successful, this cluster of crystal piles was slowly collapsing back to the ground with Boluogo's broken arm. However, as Boluogo's body healed itself, it soon The broken arm in the crystal was annihilated into dust, and the raised crystal pile was completely smoothed, as if it had never existed.

Looking at this strange scene, Boluogo was thoughtful. He suddenly mobilized the ether to bombard the ground, directly sweeping away a large area of ​​ashes, completely revealing the crystal floor of the corridor.

Boluogo couldn't tell how deep the crystal ground was. It exuded a dark blue tone like the deep sea. After careful observation, Boluogo found many vague shadows in it, and then the ether began to try to invade the crystal ground.

The entire invasion process was not difficult. Although, like the invasion of the Kenshi, Bologo could feel that the material was filled with repulsive ether, Raymond Gaiton had been in ruins for many years, and the overall strength was far less than that of the Kenshi.

Boluogo easily dug a tiny hole in the crystal ground, and the ether penetrated into it. After only a few seconds, it completely dissipated.

"The mutual repulsion of the ether inside it is stronger than I thought." Bologo analyzed.

Aimu did not agree with Boluogo's idea, "No, I think your ether is more like being absorbed by them."

"You're saying these crystals can absorb aether?"

"I'm not sure. It may be a special alchemical material, or it may be the alchemical matrix that envelopes this place, giving it such characteristics."

Bologg was silent for a while, and then increased the output of ether. A steady stream of ether was injected into the crystal at his feet. The ether was quickly absorbed, but Bologg's purpose was not to penetrate the crystal, but to illuminate it. .

The radiance of the ether burned brightly, illuminating the frozen dead sea below and extinguished.

"Oh my god..."

Aimu marveled. The glow of the ether only lasted for a moment, briefly illuminating the crystal, but she was still able to see everything in it clearly during this moment.

In this frozen Dead Sea, there are countless corpses sealed. They all maintain a painful and curled up posture, as if they had suffered tremendous torture before death.

Although the corpse had turned into a mummy, the faded clothes were still visible, and Aimu discovered the specialness of their attire.

"Those people...are they soldiers?"

Bologo nodded with an ugly face. Aimu could not recognize these people, but Bologo could. He even said that there might be some acquaintances of Bologo among these mummies.

"Yes, soldier, soldier of the Rhine League."

Boluogo tried his best to move his eyes away from the dark blue crystal ground and said without emotion, "It seems that they did break through the high wall back then and entered Raymond Gaiton."

"But they also suffered a counterattack from Raymond Gaiton, and they all died here." Aimu sighed.

"It looks like we just got away because of these people... all of them."

The fall of the Holy City damaged Raymond Gaiton and turned it into ruins. It also destroyed the city's original layout, causing some flaws in the rising melody. If those flaws hadn't made Boluogo wake up, He might actually be trapped here.

Coincidence?

An inexplicable thought arose in Boluogo's mind. It had nothing to do with these dead soldiers, but the layout of the scene just now made Boluogo feel familiar and reminded him of the scene in the ethereal realm.

Yes, there is a similar frozen sea in the etheric realm, and countless living souls are also sealed in the sea.

"I'm starting to wonder what this place originally looked like. It should be very grand."

Aimu overlapped with Boluogo again. She admired the greatness of this creation and became infinitely curious about King Solomon.

"maybe."

Boluogo said perfunctorily, maintaining the ether output and causing it to form a thin ether barrier around him.

The weird music was certainly scary, but as long as there was a certain amount of protection, it could be easily restrained. After thinking for a moment, Boluogo avoided the direction of the wind and chose the opposite route.

According to Boluogo's speculation, there is no natural wind here in the Abandoned Land. The only thing that can set off a gust of wind is the breath of the evil in this world. Walking in the direction of the wind is undoubtedly heading towards the evil in this world. near.

It would be okay if it was just the evil in this world. It's not like Boluogo had never fought against him. Although he only cut off a few tentacles, you must know that the evil in this world exists to seal another thing.

Light burns.

If you walk in the direction of the wind, you will not only find the evil in this world, but also glimpse the existence of Guangzhuo - Boluogo doesn't want to see the power of this old friend just yet.

Stepping lightly, maintaining the etheric barrier while ensuring that the etheric shielding continues to take effect, Boluogo walked through the long corridor like a ghost.

The Bureau of Order has explored Raymond Gayton several times before, and each time it paid huge casualties, but even so, the Bureau of Order did not get much information, let alone a map of Raymond Gayton.

"Take the ruins area as an example. Raymond Gaydon should also become chaotic after suffering continuous heavy losses."

Boluogo communicated with Aimu in his mind, "This place is too orderly."

"Perhaps this is the gap between us and King Solomon," Aimu responded. "Don't forget, the Kenshi is based on the fragments of Raymond Gaydon and imitated them."

Boluogo responded in a low voice, and couldn't help but wonder again what kind of knowledge King Solomon had, and where did his knowledge that transcended his time come from.

Leviathan?

Boluogo once confirmed from Leviathan that King Solomon was his chosen one. It would be normal if he obtained such power from the devil, but the strange thing is that if the devil really has such power, why Why don’t they take advantage of it themselves?

Leviathan can dominate a group of poor people and let them build that magnificent city-state for him, instead of handing power to an uncontrollable scholar.

"Bologo, it's the door."

Aimu interrupted Boluogo's thinking. Boluogo looked ahead. He had reached the end of the corridor, and a door blocked the way.

The towering door was covered with mottled rust and scratches. Boluogo didn't push it open in a hurry, but looked at it vigilantly.

Aimu murmured, "It is said that every door in Raymond Gaiton is a door with a winding path. In this way, King Solomon completely disrupted the space of the entire city. Only his most intimate Apprentices know all the paths.”

"In other words, this may be a winding door, and we don't know if we will reach a safe area after passing through, or will we fall directly into the hands of evil, or will we be illuminated by the scorching light?"

Boluogo reached out and touched the cold door and complained in a low voice, "It sounds like opening a blind box. No wonder they spent so much effort to conquer this city."

King Solomon seemed to have foreseen his own destruction, so he built Remgateton into a fortress.

It’s no wonder that the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance joined forces and failed to level this place... Unfortunately, it was still destroyed and fell into the hands of the demons.

"Want to take a bet?" Aimu asked.

"I don't like uncertain things very much," Boluogo released the ether. "Maybe I can carve out a path from the physical level, which is safer."

Relying on his extremely aggressive control power, this is not the first time that Boluogo has done this. Back in the ruins area, he relied on this method to escape the pursuit of the staff.

"Wait a minute, Boluogo, there is a question."

Aimu stopped Boluogo's action. She became a little hesitant, but she still confessed to Boluogo.

"Fuliya is a manifestation of the intelligence of the virtual realm. She can become the will of the ruined area. What about Kenshi?"

Bologg didn't expect that Aimu would ask such a question at this time. For a moment, Bologg didn't know how to answer her. After all, Aimu didn't know the existence of the All, and the All was the core secret of the Bureau of Order.

"I guess there is also a will within the Bureau of Order that dominates the cultivation room, right?"

Aimu is a scholar and she is very smart. "Judging from your reaction, you should have seen that will, right?"

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Bologo asked.

"I just think you have to be humble as a scholar, and since we can all do this, what about King Solomon?"

Aimu raised a very fatal question, "Does Raymond Guyton have no will of his own?"

Boluogo was stunned. Before he could think more and answer, a shrill scream resounded, and then the whole city shook violently.

The sleeping giant woke up and let out a scream that shook the earth. The sound disrupted the rhythm and hit his chest like a heavy hammer. It made Boluoge's energy and blood surge, and then one side of the corridor suddenly became bright. As he stood up, the light that passed through the crystal curtain wall became even more dazzling, as if a blazing sun was rising outside the crystal curtain wall.

In almost a few seconds, Bologo clearly felt the temperature around him rising sharply, the remaining water vapor evaporating, and his throat becoming dry.

At this time, looking at the end of the corridor on the other side, the dazzling light is refracted and focused by the crystal, like an invisible fire burning all the materials it touches. And as time goes by, the light is moving along that part of the corridor. The sharp-angled arches are approaching the other end of the corridor, where Bologo is.

"Then...is that Guangzhuo?"

Aimu's voice was trembling. Just by listening to the voice, she could tell what was happening outside.

"No, it's just the afterglow of light burning through flesh and blood."

Boluogo turned around and tried to dig into the wall, "But even the afterglow is fatal to us."

The holy city of Raymond Gayton is simply a perfect fortress. Even if the light gradually fades, when it penetrates these crystal walls, they form an effect similar to a threaded lens, which condenses the scattered light again. Ruthlessly wipe out all life in the corridor.

So after so many years after King Solomon's death, the city was still faithfully carrying out his orders.

Bologg tried to carve out the connection between the door and the crystal curtain wall, but the heavy stone had extremely strong ether repulsion. Bologg could indeed carve out gaps, but he would definitely not be able to open them before the afterglow of light arrived. Open the channel.

As for trying to break the crystal wall on the other side? These special crystals can absorb ether and are impossible to break open.

"No...can't do this anymore."

Boluogo suddenly gave up and said to himself, "If I am Raymond Gaiton's will, then in my knowledge... the war is not over yet, just like Freya at that time."

After dispersing the ether, Boluogo shuddered. He suspected that if he continued the "invasion" just now, he would most likely be fully attacked by Raymond Guyton.

"This is a fortress, but a maze, and we have to follow the master's rules."

Boluogo turned around and glanced at the approaching lights. They were as dazzling as the morning sun.

Taking a deep breath, Boluogo used all his strength to push the door open through a narrow gap and squeezed in without looking back. Tens of seconds later, the light completely enveloped the corridor.

In the absolutely blazing whiteness, there is only deathly silence.

It’s over, the bed is collapsed, and there’s nothing else to do except stay up late typing.