Endless Debt

"Stand up straight, now I'm going to do the final test on you."

As Aimu spoke, she moved her hands up and down Bolog's body. After working in the sublimation furnace core for so long, she had become very comfortable with these things. In the blink of an eye, Bolog's body was covered with detection electrodes, and she also took advantage of the situation. Bologo received several injections.

The ether filled the body, and the alchemical matrix on the body's surface could not help but reflect the glow, like glowing tattoos all over Boluogo's body.

After being promoted to the Power Bearer, Bologo's body began to etherify, and the alchemical matrix gradually expanded from the initial arms to the whole body, like exquisite body painting.

"Are you ready?" Amy asked.

Boluogo opened his hands and raised his arms, "If you are not prepared, you have to bite the bullet."

"Hey, that's good if you know."

Aimu continued to circle around Boluogo. After hanging out with Boluogo for a long time, she was also full of nonsense, "Have you seen the assembly line of the slaughterhouse?"

"no, what happened?"

"You are like a pig that has been hung up. It is too late to run away, so you can only be slaughtered."

Aimu finished his preparations, took Boluogo's hand, and led him out of the compartment.

"Fortunately, at least my pig can live and die again." Boluogo followed Aimu's joke.

The vast and grand space of the garden came into view. After a period of restoration, this large experimental site is now in operation again. Bologo compared it with the appearance in his memory and found that more cables were crawling all over the dome. Like endless vines.

On the high platform, Mamo has erected a new batch of spiers. They will replace the metal spikes and become a new restraining field. In addition, there are many researchers waiting for the test. Everyone maintains absolute awareness of this experiment. Attitude.

Bologo lamented the scholars' thirst for knowledge, and hoped that they would remember that this was not just an experiment, but also his own promotion ceremony.

"Sometimes I feel that the undead have no human rights," Boluogo complained. "If you can't die anyway, then you can just go to death."

"Just contribute to great research."

Aimu was also a member of the scholars and praised Boluogo, "Even if you are a guinea pig, you are still the best one among the guinea pigs."

She patted Bologo's chest and said, "After the event is completed, would you like to award you a medal to thank the immortal Bologo Lazarus for his contribution to the progress of human civilization?"

"You are really good at comforting people."

Boluogo agreed with Aimu's joke, "Compared with these, I would rather trouble you to optimize the snake scale liquid."

During the Raymond Gaydon incident, most of Bologg's snake scale fluid was burned away. As the alchemical weapon that accompanied Bologg for most of his time, Bologg liked the extremely malleable snake. scale liquid.

It's just that with the promotion of Boluogo's rank, this alchemical weapon has gradually been unable to keep up with Boluogo's footsteps. It can still be used forcefully when the person is in power. After the ceremony is over, Boluogo is promoted to the defender. , it may really be displayed as a souvenir at home.

"I know, I know," Aimu nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry about these things."

Boluogo is a very satisfied person. He has no excessive material desires or any other messy thoughts. In his daily life, he is as self-disciplined as an ascetic.

His wishes were very few, so how could Aimu refuse him?

Aimu and Boluogo walked onto the high platform together. Mamo had been waiting for a long time. The equipment was ready and the iron chair was polished. It had been adjusted in advance to fit Boluogo's body shape.

Scholars attach great importance to this experiment. Every time they open a channel, they need to use the resonance with the etheric world as a medium to guide them when they are promoted.

Due to the scarcity of high-level sublimation practitioners, most of them have used low-level sublimation practitioners during this period. Because the resonance between low-level sublimation practitioners and the etheric world is weak and the entanglement is shallow, they also No deeper connections can be made.

Until Boluogo was promoted from a power bearer to a defender, coupled with the depth of Boluogo's own entanglement, Mamo believed that this ceremony would achieve good results.

Not only Mamo, but Boluogo himself also thought so.

"Will my body enter the etheric realm?"

Boluogo lay on the iron chair and let various tight restraint devices lock him tightly to the steel.

"No, but just like the previous ritual, your consciousness will rise into the unknown land, and you will be more 'awake' than ever before."

Mamo adjusted the equipment, "Don't waste this precious opportunity, Boluogo, there are only a few times you can go to the ethereal world in this way."

With the existing technology of the Bureau of Order, only when the Sublime One is promoted can his consciousness sneak into the etheric realm. After today, Boluogo will be the defender. Therefore, the number of times he can safely go to the etheric realm, All that's left is the promotion ceremony when you are promoted to a Glory One.

Boluogo took a deep breath. Even though he had stepped into the celestial realm many times, he still couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Should we start?"

"anytime."

"Huh...I'm a little nervous."

"It's normal to be nervous."

Boluogo looked upwards, and there was only darkness, and vague outlines appeared one by one in the shadows. They were cables that were tangled together like a giant python.

"Free to explore, right?" Bologg asked again.

"That's right, follow your intuition," Mamo continued. "Have confidence in yourself, Boluo Ge. Among us, you can be regarded as an expert in exploring the etheric realm."

Such compliments did not make Boluogo happy. He smiled bitterly and his eyes became firm, "Let's get started."

"Prepare!"

The Freyas commanded loudly. They were everywhere, like the hard-working elves in the story, taking on various important positions. With the addition of Freya and Forge Volcano, the working efficiency of the sublimation furnace core has been increased several times recently.

Nothing to worry about. Boluogo thought so.

Mamo and Aimu retreated outside the high platform and spire. Only Bologe was left in the binding field to be activated. The fastened steel brought restraint and a strange sense of security. Bologe felt like A sinner chained to a bronze pillar.

The body relaxed and the eyes naturally looked towards the dark dome. With a gradually sharper buzzing sound, the whole garden came to life. The restraint spire rose several sections, the complex mechanical structure was fully unfolded, and electric current surged between the cables. Afterwards, the ether spilling in the air was also summoned, gathered towards the high platform, and condensed into a ball.

"The first is to increase the ether concentration..."

Boluogo looked at the void above his head and recited the ritual process in his heart.

The entire high platform has been fully unfolded at this time, and a series of dense and complex lines have collapsed from the flat metal floor, forming some kind of weird and special matrix pattern.

Invisible ether is like invisible water vapor. They accumulate in the restraining field and are constantly gathering and pressurizing to form clusters of rain clouds.

Golden raindrops fell out of thin air.

"Supercharge!"

Mamo wears goggles and gives orders to others. Mamo is an inevitable part of this promotion ceremony. With the power of the Glorious One, he can forcibly interfere with the promotion ceremony at any time and take necessary remedial measures.

The Freyas heard the instructions and pulled the joystick. They seemed to be split into independent individuals, but their thoughts were actually united. Each Freya's movements remained absolutely consistent, like a precise machine.

Dazzling electric arcs burst out from the restraint spire, and they hit another restraint spire to the side along the unfolded metal structure, one after another, continuously, and in the blink of an eye, the bright arc ring enveloped the entire high platform.

That strange ethereal feeling once again hit Boluogo's consciousness. He felt that his movements seemed to be slow. His limbs moved, but something stayed in place. After a few seconds of delay, it would start again. Move.

The high-concentration ether environment glassed Bologo's body and soul, causing them to separate in exchange for the ability to reach the etheric world directly.

The energy level increased, and the golden raindrops gathered into an almost perfect sphere. Countless electric currents hit the liquid surface, causing it to continuously collapse until it turned into a tiny flashing point of light.

Until this point of light also collapsed under the terrible pressure.

The light spot was like the eye of a needle piercing two worlds. After a brief stagnation, it quickly collapsed into a high-speed rotating vortex aperture. From the ever-expanding interior, a roaring tsunami of ether overflowed and poured onto the high platform.

Boluogo only saw thousands of stars bursting out in front of his eyes. The light clusters gathered together and turned into absolute pure white. When the pure white went out, the familiar boundless ice field once again appeared in Boluogo. Before his eyes, he also lost the shackles on the iron chair and stood alone in the desolation.

The etheric realm.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Boluoge immediately woke up and looked around, just like the scene Boluogo had seen several times when he arrived in the ethereal world.

There are many figures frozen on the ice sheet, and in the dark ice under the ice sheet, there are also endless frozen figures. At the end of the field of vision is the unknowable nothingness and the wriggling shadows.

The shadows tried to completely engulf this endless ice field, but every time they tried to move forward, light and storm would stop their progress, forcing them back and driving them away.

So Boluogo turned his head and looked at the silent storm that penetrated the sky and the earth.

Secret source.

The secret source that swallowed up the souls of countless returnees.

Every time Boluogo stepped into the secret source, he was in danger of death. He was afraid that he would lose his existence in the manic storm. But now it was different. Boluogo realized that the secret source could not hurt him at all. Every cent.

The soulless.

Bologg is a soulless person, which means that even without a soul, he can still survive. Bologg will not lose himself in the storm.

And this also made Boluogo begin to doubt one thing. Under what circumstances did he make the deal with Leviathan?

He is a soulless person created by Sa Qin, and was later exiled by King Solomon. It stands to reason that Bologo will never have contact with him again in his life, but under the manipulation of fate, Bologo actually set foot on the battlefield. , came under the holy city.

Like a bird that has left its hometown, it returns to its homeland.

Boluogo couldn't help but think about what happened to him at the end of the Fall of the Holy City, the part where his memory was lost?

What was the initial deal between him and Leviathan?

Judging from the soulless man's ability, isn't he just playing tricks on the devil?

Boluogo's heart was filled with confusion and he walked unswervingly towards the secret source. This time Boluogo would take the initiative to face the secret source and step into this strange and dangerous place.

He wanted to know what was hidden in the center of the storm.

As if he sensed the arrival of Boluogo, the familiar sense of connection emerged again. Boluogo looked at his abdomen as he moved forward. He saw pure white silk threads gathered into a bunch, heading towards the depths of the secret source. Catch him.

Bologg has a deep entanglement with the secret source. Similarly, he also has a specific umbilical cord with the devils. Bologg stopped and turned his head to look at the boundless darkness. An umbilical cord was already in mid-air. form.

Like a tug-of-war, darkness and light compete for Bologo.

The disorderly and creeping darkness violently stirred. For a moment, Boluogo felt that the entire etheric world was shaken. During the violent tremors, terrifying shadows rose up one after another, thousands of meters high, with no end.

There are not only secret sources in the etheric realm, but also demons.

But the devil in the etheric realm is not the specific image of the devil in Bologg's cognitive sense, but more like the materialization of the conceptual power of the devil.

The shadow of the etheric realm is the source of evil power, and the devils in the mortal world are the spokespersons of this power.

According to this calculation, the secret source should also have a projection and spokesperson in the material world.

"The Sublime One."

Boluogo sighed, the answer was already clear at this time.

After finishing his emotion, Boluogo saw countless dark hands extending from the shadows. They crossed the snow and dust storm and flew towards him, like a volley of dark arrows.

Just as Bologo had encountered before, these shadows do not want any living things in the etheric realm, nor do they want the secrets here to spread.

Boluogo guessed that this was not the will of the devils, but the instinctive reaction of this evil force.

Yes, devils are also slaves of power. When they gain power, they must succumb to it. In this etheric realm, the disordered power will only act disorderly based on instinct.

"Even if you know this, you still need a little courage."

Boluogo sighed softly and turned his head. The storm was close at hand, bright and dazzling like the blazing sun.

This time, Boluogo no longer hesitated, turned his back to the infinite darkness, and ran wildly. He will be the pioneer and the advancer, and will bring new hope to reverse the dark destiny, and there is no room for failure.

Bologger charged into the storm and never looked back.