Endless Debt.

Chapter 401 Promotion Ceremony
Bureau of Order, Sublimation Furnace Core.

Amy was leading the way, and Burlog followed closely behind her. Even though he had been mentally prepared for the past few days, when he really had to face all this, Burlog could not help being nervous.

The Unbound Poetry Club was just a small episode for Bologo. Since the encounter on the street, Bologo has never encountered that sticky and evil sight again.

He guessed that Wufu Poetry Society might have given up tracking him, or that his encounter with Wufu Poetry Society was an accident.

These thoughts didn't affect Burlogo for too long, and he got rid of all distracting thoughts, leaving only one purpose in his mind.

The surrounding light gradually dimmed, and a pale light shone from the top of the head. Then a heavy gate blocked the way, and the blood-colored warning lights flickered.

The multicolored light was painted on Borrog's face like paint, and the noise of fans spinning behind the grid of the wall was like a dense bee swarm buzzing.

After a short wait, the gate slowly opened, and the icy breeze overflowed along the gap, and as the gate was fully opened, the strong wind slammed on Bologo's body.

Bologo raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the wind stopped after a few seconds. Through the gap between his fingertips, Bologo saw the huge space behind the gate.

Endless white light fell from above, obstructing Bologo's sight, the whole space presented a circular shape, the cold grid iron plates covered the ground, and the pipes entrenched in the shadows could be vaguely seen, and the towering iron walls also It is covered with vine-like pipes, huge guide rails run through the space above, there are many hooks, different indicator lights are flashing non-stop, and staff in protective clothing are busy.

The style here is consistent with the sublimation furnace core, maintaining a wild industrial aesthetic feeling. In the center of the site, there is an operating table that Burlogo is very familiar with. He performed the implantation on this operating table at the beginning. ceremony.

The three days passed quickly, and Burlogo ushered in his own promotion ceremony.

Turning his head, the gate was slowly closing. In the dark corridor, he could see Palmer whistling towards him, Hart waved his hand, and Church stood silently, watching Burrog .

Burrog muttered, "Now the labor is changed."

"what?"

Amy turned her head, she didn't hear what Burlogo said clearly.

Burrog shook his head, "It's nothing, just talking to himself."

"That's good, don't be too nervous."

Amy thought that Burlogo might be nervous, so he tugged at the hem of his clothes and took him aside.

The researchers had been waiting here for a long time, and before coming to the sublimation furnace core, Aimiao also told himself a general procedure. Burrog knew what to do next, and he took off his coat cooperatively, exposing his upper body.

"You won't die, but your own alchemy matrix is ​​too special and still needs to be treated strictly."

A familiar voice sounded, and Bologo raised his head and saw a guy tightly wrapped in a protective suit.

"Badr?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

As Baldr spoke, he wiped Burrog's arm and buried the injection needle in it.

"No, it just feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Borrog recalled that he hadn't seen Bader for a while, or he might have seen him, but Bader didn't say hello to himself. After all, he was wearing protective clothing all the time. It's hard to tell him apart from the crowd.

Badr said, "Ai Miao usually takes a lot of work for me. When I am free, I have been focusing on my own research recently."

Ai Miao, who was on the side, nodded, and when he mentioned the part of "sharing work", Ai Miao's eyes showed a little tiredness.

Even hard-working people will become exhausted after many days of work, not to mention that Aimiao has two jobs in the Field Service Department and the Sublimation Furnace Core.

Well, she is indeed made of iron, and it is also that kind of extremely expensive alchemy metal.

"These potions can make you feel more comfortable, and provide a lot of stability for the promotion ceremony to proceed."

Badr injected a few more medicines into Bologo's neck. In his medicine box, there were still a lot of reserved "souls of awn silver".

"According to the previous implantation ceremony, after the ceremony, you will suffer from mania, so we are fully prepared this time."

Badr took out a few potions and shook them in front of Burlogo's eyes. The transparent glass container contained a mercury-like liquid, and in the clean silver light, there were countless tiny light spots flickering.

The golden soul is only bound by the devil's blood contract. Even if it is condensed into a philosopher's stone, it will eventually disappear, but the soul from animals and plants is different from the soul of awn silver. This soul can be bound by the condensing ceremony and then used , its effect is much worse than Canjin's soul, but this is the only way for debtors to replenish their souls without violating ethical regulations.

Actually more than one.

Burrog whispered in his heart that he possessed the ability to "drain", which could capture soul shards from decaying demons.

Bologo has been thinking about the source of this power for a long time, and there are many conjectures about it.

For example... Is this the "protection" given to him by a certain devil?

Just like the protection and bloodthirsty healing obtained by the Gorilla Rot Sect from the hands of the devil through the contractor.

Just as Burlog was about to continue thinking, a pain came from the back of his neck. Amy realized that he had used too much strength and apologized.

"I'm sorry. This is a sedative, and it will help you stay awake next time."

Boluoge nodded slightly. He had also used the concentration potion before, and like Mangyin's soul, it was also a potion to curb mania.

The concentration potion can keep Bologo awake so as not to fall into a coma, but Bologo doesn't have too much expectation for the concentration potion. Once he dies, no potion can wake him up from the dormancy of death.

After making these preparations, the entire space was strictly sealed off, and some unnecessary personnel were dismissed, leaving only a few people to maintain the operation of the site.

"Do I need to leave too?" Amyu asked Badr.

Badr hesitated for a moment. After thinking twice, he told Aimu, "Yes, but everything you see next needs to be kept secret."

Amyu nodded firmly. She didn't know why it was kept so secret because it was just a promotion ceremony, but she was still very concerned about the matter of Bologo, and she was always ready to obey the call.

Bologo also didn't understand why everyone looked like they were facing a big enemy. Immediately after the circular wall, the covered armor moved to both sides, revealing an observation window. Behind the thickened glass, faintly I saw the flickering of many figures.

"The Hall of Scholars wants to participate, and there is nothing we can do."

Bailey walked towards Burlogo, who almost didn't recognize her at first sight, Bailey, who was always dressed in cool clothes, unexpectedly put on a protective suit.

Bologo looked at the blurred figures behind the observation window. They were watching when he was performing the triple trial, and this time it was the same, as if Bologo was some kind of rare species in their eyes.

Bologo had no objection to this. Following Bailey's instructions, Bologo came to the operating table in the center... To be precise, before the ceremony table, the whole person lay flat on it, locked and restrained one by one by the cold frame.

Burlog said to Bailey, "Anything to say?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I feel that the atmosphere today is not quite right, is it because of the Hall of Scholars?"

"Not at all."

"what is that?"

Bailey responded with actions. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Badr directed the others, and the rails above her head began to move, and a piece of goods covered by a black cloth was transported out. At the same time, there were a few more gray-clothed men in the field, and they appeared quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

She cared, "Have you thought about your own secondary school?"

"Think about it."

Burrog wanted to nod, but his head was firmly bound to the ceremony platform, unable to move.

"Without knowing my own school of secret energy, I am going to take a step further and embark on the road of polarization to further lift the restrictions of the hand of conscripting."

"Sounds pretty good."

Bai Li nodded, showing a helpless smile, "Then I seem to be unnecessary."

"what have you done?"

Bailey didn't answer, and then Burrog saw it. There was not much range for his head to move, but he still saw the glow, like burning gold.

The black cloth was uncovered by the gray-clothed man, and the gilt color instantly covered the surrounding areas illuminated by the light, coating everything with a thin layer of gold, as if in an amber container, the god-like figure was as usual, stagnant In it, fell into a long sleep from which he could not wake up.

"Xilin Kogadel..."

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Bologo murmured.

(End of this chapter)