Endless Debt.

Chapter 413 The Knight of Prayer

Under the colorful flowers, singing and dancing, Bologo deeply felt everyone's concern for him. While winking at Palmer, he smiled reluctantly and accepted everyone's kindness.

This feeling is too bad. Bologo can't explain to everyone why he committed suicide. Can't he tell them that the damn devil is hiding in the afterlife world?

impossible.

No one ever said that to Burrog, but he just had a vague feeling that he shouldn't tell these secrets to others, as if if he said it, it would cause some kind of disaster.

Like... a peep of some kind of power.

From the conversations with the astronauts, Burlogo could sense that even as the omnipotent devil, the embodiment of the power of rules, the astronauts were still deliberately avoiding something.

Some kind of existence that is close to "omniscient and omnipotent"?

Once Burlogo told some stories that should have been kept secret, it would attract the attention of that being, so the astronaut didn't even want to reveal his identity.

Who will he be?

Is it another demon that is more powerful and hostile to the astronauts?Or... the master of the devils?
Burlog couldn't figure these things out. He knew so little about the astronauts and the vast conspiracy he was working on, and Burlog felt he needed to talk to someone.

Slowly closing his eyes, Bologo leaned against the head of the bed with a serious expression, as if thinking deeply about something.

Others were still crowded in the hospital bed, discussing Burlogo's poor mental state on the one hand, and discussing how to help Burlogo relieve his inner depression on the other hand.

Amidst the babble of chatter, Aimu was the first to notice the abnormality of Bologo. The cyan light track shone dazzlingly on the body surface, and the arc of light fluctuated and flashed continuously with breathing.

"Bologo..."

Amy called softly, and she suddenly realized that everyone was bewildered by Burrog's crazy suicide, completely forgetting that Burrog had just completed his promotion.

In the depths of Bologo's heart, above the nihilistic soul, the seed has taken root and sprouted, and it has extended out of the trunk. Driven by the promotion ceremony, tiny branches extend from the trunk, and they grow chaotically, supporting the soul the grandeur.

At first, there were only a few weak ether fluctuations, and then more and more ethers gathered together, weaving into streams, and many streams converged into a big river, which went straight into the vast ocean.

The aether rose like a sea tide, condensed into a visible entity around Bologo, and then the arc jumped.

Everyone stopped and watched the change of Bologo together.

At this moment, Bologo is releasing a large amount of ether. The highly concentrated ether is spreading and rolling, and has a preliminary entity. The condensed glow is constantly swaying, like fireworks.

Bologo observed his palm and witnessed the burning of the fireworks. He waved his hand lightly, and the blue fireworks in his hand spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he swept across the surrounding materials and covered the entire ward.

Amyu turned his head and looked at the whole ward. There were cyan fireworks, and the place where the flames were burning was covered with cyan light trails, which were the extension of the Bologo Alchemy Matrix.

Hart was a little scared when he saw the fireworks. He was most afraid of the flames with his hair, but after a short panic, he found that these fireworks were not hot or warm. They just looked like flames, and even the most Nor can basic burning substances.

"Ether fireworks," Bailey said softly, reaching out to touch the flames, "This is an ether phenomenon. When the concentration of ether reaches a certain threshold, the ethereal ether will become visible, and most of them will appear dazzling. Rays, rays of light blend together to form an effect similar to flames."

This is not a flame in the true sense, but the realization of the ether, just like the ether arc that people often see, and the original school, the ether sword that realizes the ether and fights.

"Continue." Bailey motioned.

Needless to say Bailey, Bologo was ready to continue. He slowly clenched his fist, and the next moment, the substance covered by the fireworks began to change drastically.

Like being in a reclamation room, the smooth walls began to change rapidly, and neat cracks emerged in it. They turned into countless squares, interlaced and reorganized, and the steel bars running through the cement can be seen in the gaps. The section is neat, like a huge Rubik's cube.

The hospital bed under Bologo also began to change. Under the burning cover of the fireworks, all the structures began to break and change. They gently lifted Bologo, and the step stones floated up, gently Catch Burrogo's sole.

Boluogo strolled in the courtyard, more stones rose up, and formed a disc under him. Bologo didn't even need to move himself, just under the drag of the disc, he turned his body and faced one side of the wall.

Gently waving his hand, the entire wall began to shatter, like squares that were constantly receding, intersecting one after another, opening a path leading to the garden.

"No longer limited by 'reach'?"

Palmer's expression became serious. As Bolog's partner, he understood the nature of Bolog's arcane energy very well. Arcane Energy-Hand of Calling is a very practical arcane ability, but its biggest flaw is that it needs to be touched. Substances can work.

Now Bologo has broken this restriction, relying on the diffused ether, he can control the matter far away from himself.

It's a pity that Palmer's seriousness didn't last too long. He murmured in his heart, Burlogo demolished this ward, and the people from the frontier nursing home will come here soon, right?
The gravel was flying around Bologo, and suddenly Bologo turned around, looked at Palmer, snapped his fingers lightly, and the stone quickly slammed towards Palmer, but it was not close to Palmer. Mo, Shi Kuai was affected by another force, its flying trajectory began to twist, and it hit the ground in front of Palmer.

The gleam in Palmer's eyes faded, and at the same time, the green glow in Burrog's eyes also dissipated, and the gravel floating around him lost their support and fell one after another.

Under the warm light, Bologo lowered his head and hugged his chest, as if he was thinking deeply about something. His thoughts extended along with the branches growing on the soul, and Bologo fantasized about the appearance at the end of this road.

The appearance of Xilin Kogadel.

The black soldiers fighting on the chessboard appeared in front of Burogo's eyes, crossing layers of defense lines and killing to the bottom line.

If you reach a higher level, reach the bottom line, and complete the "upgrade"...

"Does the power I have also come from your plan?"

Bologo murmured in a low voice, and as he gradually deepened his understanding of the world, those broken mysteries were pieced together little by little, revealing the truth under the past wind and sand one by one before his eyes.

The path of promotion at this moment is the ancient path of polarization, and the nature of Bologo's secret energy itself has been further strengthened, and under the more extreme "narrow" tendency, Bologo can clearly perceive that he can carry out more Sophisticated controls.

The restriction of "palm touch" is broken, and now Bologo can release his own ether, and the high concentration of ether will form a similar flame effect, and the matter touched by the flame will be attributed to Bologo's control.

Burrog looked at the ward that had been distorted by him. Now it was completely unrecognizable, with raised squares everywhere, like an avant-garde design artwork.

Raising his arms and slowly opening his palms, Bologo released his own secret energy again, and the ether diffused from the alchemy matrix like a diffuse smoke, but its expansion speed was much faster than the smoke.

The cyan fireworks ignited from Bologo's arm, and then quickly climbed into the room, sweeping the crooked hospital bed, and they began to decompose and rebuild. Bologo separated the metal and discarded the impurities.

During the burning of the fireworks, the deformed metal slowly rises, it breaks free from the shackles of gravity, and is completely dominated by the ether.

Bologo waved at it, and it quickly slammed into Bologo's hand, clenched the metal tightly, and in the burning fireworks, it seemed that countless invisible heavy hammers fell, smashing the metal and shaping it into a A slender and long sword.

In the heavy flames, Bologo felt like a blacksmith, using aether to smelt steel.

"The flame of the cauldron."

Bologo named this qualitatively changed secret energy after this.

(End of this chapter)