Endless Debt.

Chapter 27 Gray Fog Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers

A new day, a good day.

Bologo stepped into a short vacation. Although this vacation didn't last for a few days, the feeling of doing nothing was really good.

Getting up from the bed, the feeling of being on the right track in my heart became clearer, but what followed was a lingering coldness.

It hovered over Burrog's head, always inadvertently pricking Burrog's nerves.

Chess player...

Fortunately, regarding the doubts of the chess player, Bologo didn't let it bother him for too long, he just regarded it as his own cranky thinking. After all, he is not even a sublimator now, and he has no ability to step into the chess game at all.

The first thing is to become a Sublimator. Thinking about this now just makes me fall into meaningless internal friction.

"what……"

Sighing, Bologo washed his face and brushed his teeth, as he always emphasized, although he was a somewhat paranoid executioner, Bologo still had to maintain a corresponding decency, the razor scraped his cheeks back and forth, obviously without a beard, Still stubbornly shaving until it was clean.

Standing in front of the mirror, Burrog stared at himself in the mirror, with his hair disheveled and his sharp eyes hidden in it.

Raising his hand slowly, Bologo tried to make a fist a few times, and he could clearly feel the fullness of strength. Compared with before, there was no particularly significant improvement, but the strength could be felt.

A cyan light spot appeared in front of his eyes, it was the mysterious power called soul fragments.

After raiding the Nome clinic, Burrog killed several demons and absorbed soul fragments from their corpses. These unknown powers entangled his body, bringing a significant increase.

It has been nearly a year since Bologo first came into contact with this strange power. During this time, he can clearly feel the benefits of these soul fragments to himself, like a mysterious power. Hovering around him in a non-existent manner.

"Debris... ether..."

Boluogo recalled that when he was fighting, the intermittent surge of power made him swift and deadly... He now suspects that he has unknowingly explored the extreme skill called "Ether Amplification" .

It is not clear how other sublimation masters learned this ultimate skill, but in Burogo's view, it was his ability to absorb soul debris that caused a large amount of pure ether to accumulate in his body, suppressing At the same time as manic phagocytosis, it also strengthened himself.

Every time he fights, he vents his anger and at the same time releases his strength, which strengthens his own strength and swings a harder hammer.

From this point of view, everything is reasonable. Apart from "resurrecting from the dead", Bologo is just an ordinary person. Even with the assistance of the alchemy weapon, the shock hammer, it is difficult to do damage on a larger scale.

But the more he fought now, the more violent power he was endowed with.

Burlogo began to look forward to what was to come.

Become a sublimator, possess your own "secret energy", learn more extreme skills, and rain down fire on the wicked.

Packed himself up, put on his clothes, and sat on the sofa. Burrog looked at the clock, turned on the radio, and counted one, two, and three. When he counted four, a burst of electricity sounded, accompanied by harsh music, and a male voice sounded.

"Hello listeners! I'm Duddell, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

This is a music radio program called "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers". Many of Burlogo's records were learned through this radio station, but it may be because of the niche interest. Dudell hosted The show is not very popular, and it is only broadcast at two time points: early morning and late night.

"The new song I bring to you today is..."

Bursts of singing sounded from the radio, the singing was distorted, with a little noisy electric sound, the sound quality was quite bad, but for Burlogo, it was already considered good.

He hummed a song, raised his hand and fiddled with the sand table in front of him, replaying the previous war.

Looking down at the entire sand table from a high place, one can find that the terrain in the sand table is somewhat similar to Opals' map, except that there is no big crack across the city on the sand table, and there are only endless plains, and the A legion galloping across the plains.

Legions came from all directions, their numbers were like a sea of ​​sand, they surrounded the isolated city in the center of the sand table, vowing to destroy it in the flames of war.

Bologo watched all this intently, in a trance, he could even hear the roaring slashing sound.

What was engraved on the sand table was an extremely famous battle, and this battle brought the craziest and most terrifying war in the modern history of the world to its final conclusion.

That was a story as far back as 72 years ago.

The rise of the Kogadel Empire in the south devoured the countries along the way and incorporated them into its huge territory. Just when it was about to touch the Rhine River Basin in the north, the northern countries united together and established the current Rhine Alliance against it.

The fight between the two made the war more crazy, more and more countries were dragged into the water, and finally evolved into a world war called "Scorched Earth Wrath".

This war lasted for six years, and the smoke and flames of war spread all over the entire continent. After sacrificing countless people, two behemoths regarded a city-state as their final battlefield.

King Solomon's holy city.

King Solomon maintained a neutral stance from the beginning to the end of the war, viewing his city-state as a city of scholars who would only record wars, not participate in them.

But the two behemoths didn't think so. The sacred city was in between. They both wanted to capture the city and use it as their bridgehead to push the front line to the enemy's territory.

Therefore, 66 years ago, a battle for the sacred city began. Both sides sent troops to the sacred city. As for King Solomon, no one cared about King Solomon's thoughts. His stubborn neutrality had already angered both sides.

King Solomon did not give up. He summoned the army to resist the offensive of the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance. The two behemoths also fought each other out of fear of each other, causing the entire battlefield to present a three-way melee situation.

Bologo picked up the flag on the sand table, simulated the offensive at that time, and completely surrounded the sacred city.

King Solomon took advantage of the chaotic situation to look for life. Unfortunately, the reality was too cruel. He led the army to persist for a hundred days, and finally the crumbling city gate was broken by the army of the Kogadel Empire.

When the imperial army rushed into King Solomon's golden palace, he was already dead on his throne, and the army of the Rhine Alliance also entered the dilapidated holy city.

The one-hundred-day melee completely dragged down the exhausted two sides. They looked at the scorched earth all over the ground, and they were unable to fight anymore. After that, everyone was familiar with the story.

Scholars call that battle "The Fall of the Holy City". After the fall of the Holy City, the two sides negotiated peace in the dilapidated Golden Palace. The world war that swept across the countries and the wrath of the scorched earth ended. The birth of Oath City Opals.

It was a history full of blood and tears. Perhaps they wanted to hide something. The Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance both blocked the information about the fall of the Holy City, so that most people only knew the beginning of the Scorched Wrath. , I don't know the details of the Fall of the Holy City.

Bologo is very curious about that period of history, which can be regarded as one of his only hobbies. He often goes to the library to borrow materials, and then engraves the fall of the holy city on the sand table.

In the later years, some scholars put forward some novel viewpoints. They said that the fall of the holy city mentioned in the history books was wrong and had been changed.

They analyzed from various materials such as steel, military sources, food, etc., that according to the military strength of the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance at that time, they could continue the war, but after destroying the sacred city, they suddenly retreated. hands, as if they came here just to destroy this place.

Some people also say that the end of the Fall of the Holy City was that King Solomon severely injured both sides. This statement is supported by the memoirs of some people. During the Fall of the Holy City, some people said that they clearly saw the rising of the Holy City. glow.

The light was so strong it was like a miracle.

From the capital of the Kogadel Empire to the end of the Rhine River, from the Freeport to the Fengyuan Heights, everyone saw the rising light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

They said that the light killed all the soldiers who participated in the battle, including King Solomon himself, so the information on the Fall of the Holy City is so scarce, not because it was blocked, but because no one survived at all, and because of this light, the two behemoths were severely damaged , they had no choice but to negotiate a peace.

As for the truth, no one probably knows. After all, it has been so long, and the once scorched earth has become the current city of oath, Opus.

Boluogo thought about it, and he was also confused by it at first, but as the door of the extraordinary world opened to him, he gradually realized that those unsolved mysteries seemed to have a second face.

One face faces the ordinary people of the world, and the other face faces the mysterious and extraordinary world.

"One light."

Bologo whispered, looking out of the window, passing through the thick fog and clouds, across the buildings and the raised boom, and finally stopped at the big crack filled with gray mist.

No one knows how the Great Rift came to be, but these rumors came together and Bologo had a new idea.

Perhaps what those people said was true, the light defeated both sides, and left a scar called the Great Crack on the scorched earth.

"Listen friends! May we meet late at night!"

Duddell's voice sounded, accompanied by a burst of soothing music, the morning program came to an end.

Bologo also got up slowly, glanced at the sand table of Fall of the Holy City, and walked to the window, looking at the big crack.

Countless mysteries plagued Borrog, the reason why he came to this world, the details of the deal with the devil...even the history buried under the shadow of Opals.

He didn't think too much, and after remembering all these in his heart, Bologo threw them away, just like the doubts of the "chess player", before his own strength reached that level, all thinking It's all in vain.

After digging out his pocket, Bologo took out the chess piece he brought back from it, walked to the sand table, and placed the chess piece on the high ground. Its convenience is the advancing army.

In his pocket were not only chess pieces, but also the ticket Geoffrey had given him, crumpled by Burlogo.

"A stage play?"

Burrog grumbled.

If it wasn't for digging in his pocket, he would have almost forgotten the ticket. Fortunately, he checked the date, and the performance was today.

In fact, Burlogo likes to watch books, stage plays, movies, etc...

In short, as long as there is a "story", Bologo likes it. He thinks that these things prolong the life span of human beings to a certain extent, allowing human beings to see more magnificent things in their limited lives, and experience those things that they have experienced. never experienced.

Thinking of this, Burlogo can feel that he is slowly reintegrating into the world, from listening to loud rock music to now going to the stage play.

Burrog took the keys and walked out the door, deciding that if he ever moved, he'd find a way to get a TV or something.

Leaving the building, gray and dim light fell, and the sky was still familiar with gloom.

"Speaking of which, how is Jeffrey's progress? Did Norm speak?"

Burrogo said to himself that the Bureau of Order was too far away from his home, and it took four hours to go back and forth. If there was no need, he really didn't bother to go there.

"Yo! Burrog!"

The shout sounded, and Burrog looked suspiciously in the direction of the voice. He had few friends and couldn't figure out who was calling him.

The iron fence at the corner was pulled back, and an old face poked out from the shadow behind the small window, waving at Burrog.

"Bologo, is today a rest? It's rare to see you during the day."

The old man looked surprised. In his memory, Burlogo appeared very few times during the day.

"Yeah, it's a rest."

Burrog walked to the iron fence and chatted with Vincent.

The friendship between Bologo and Vincent is also amazing. During the one-year internship period, Bologo spent most of his time tracking and hunting demons. Obviously, this kind of thing cannot be carried out smoothly during the day, so Bologo Ge usually sleeps during the day and goes out to work at night.

He often works late at night. When he lived in Adele's house, Adele would prepare some supper for him on the table, but after moving out of her house, no one cooked for Burlogo, and Burlogo himself Without the energy to do it, it became difficult to find food late at night, until he found Wensen, a small shop that was open until late at night.

After more times, Burlogo and Vincent became acquainted, and they could be regarded as regular customers.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Why, did something good happen?"

Vincent looked at Bologo, and could clearly feel that Bologo's mental state had improved a lot.

"Probably... I found a job, a stable and long-term job, and the salary is not bad." Burogo replied.

Compared with many companies in Opals, the Bureau of Order's treatment is really good, not only in charge of meals, but also in charge of funerals, which sounds very considerate.

"Oh? That's not bad. Although the ghostly place of Opals is full of wealth, there is an endless stream of foreigners who come here to pan for gold. There are still a few who can earn money and live a stable life. There are very few people who have such a place to buy a house in the center.”

Vincent was rambling on, this old guy seemed to have experienced a lot when he was young, memories of the past flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, you won't be working in the Great Rift, will you?"

The old man's turbid eyes suddenly cleared up, and he stared at Bologo.

"No, no, I can't stand that place."

Bologo lied, but he didn't think it was a lie. He worked for the Bureau of Order, but he needed to travel to the Great Rift from time to time.

"That's good."

Hearing Burrog's answer, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, then coughed hard, warning Burrog.

"My lungs are the injuries left over from working in the Great Rift. I resigned early. It is said that those old guys who were at the same time as me died in the hospital...of respiratory failure. "

Vincent's voice gradually lost emotion and became monotonous and indifferent.

"They say it feels like drowning until you can't breathe, you suffocate."

Looking at Bologo again, Vincent laughed, and then said.

"Don't worry too much about it. Remember to work hard. Although this place is terrible, you still have to work hard to live."

"Well, bye, Vincent, see you tomorrow."

Bologo nodded, thanked Vincent for his concern, and waved away.

(End of this chapter)