Endless Debt.

Chapter 47 Choice
The golden light was like the warm sun in the morning, brushing against Burrog's face, bringing warmth.

The man in front of him was like a god, but he was imprisoned in the depths of this dark labyrinth.

Bologo's breathing began to become short, and even his heartbeat became more and more intense. He could feel his blood rushing, roaring and running everywhere in his body.

It all happened so fast that there was no time to think.

Whether it is the identity of the king's secret sword holder, or the man in front of him, the surname "Kogadel", or his rank, the "glorious one" illuminated by radiance and holiness.

No matter which identity is released alone, it is a shocking and awe-inspiring existence, but now these identities overlap and become one on the man's body.

As early as when Geoffrey was talking about the ranks of Sublimation, Bologo had imagined that one day, as he deepened his understanding of the extraordinary world, he would eventually step up to that magnificent long rank.

The Sublimator, the Believer... keep moving forward until they reach the bottom line of the enemy army, "upgrade" to the glorious queen, or even touch the crown of nothingness.

But all of this only exists in the distant imagination. Bologo would never have imagined that he would see this legendary existence before he started the implantation ceremony.

Glorious One.

It's just slightly sad that he appears to be dead.

Such a sacred existence died just like this, and was sealed in a container like a specimen for future generations to watch.

"During the secret war seven years ago, the overlord Cylinder entered the 'reclamation room' with the king's secret sword. Their attack was like lightning, and we were caught off guard.

He almost succeeded, completely destroying the Bureau of Order and killing us all... but we are not so vulnerable. "

There was a bit of hatred in the voice of awe, Jeffrey was in awe of the "Glory One", but he was still the enemy of the Bureau of Order.

"We resisted with all our strength and bought time for support. Immediately afterwards, the 'Glorious Men' from the Bureau of Order also appeared. They fought against the overlord Cylinder. The battle spread, destroying most of the 'reclamation room', and finally the overlord Xilin beheaded in the courtyard."

Today's "reclamation room" is just the wreckage after the war seven years ago. For so many years, it has been healing itself and rebuilding the ruins, but the war destroyed too much, and everything seems so far away.

"He was too aggressive,"

Burrogo commented that it is not surprising that even the "glorious ones" who have penetrated into the enemy's interior like this will have such an ending.

"No, you haven't experienced that secret war, and you can't imagine how powerful he is, Bologo," Jeffrey shook his head and sighed, "As I said before, the King's Secret Sword is more powerful in the iteration of secret energy research. , is far ahead of our Bureau of Order, and the Overlord Cylinder is the most perfect weapon they have created in the past ten years."

"He broke through the heavy defenses of the 'reclamation room' by himself, paralyzing several departments, and our 'glory' who fought with him was also severely injured by him. As for the remaining casualties, that is even more so. number.

He has aggressive self-confidence, and even said that we should thank him for his aggressiveness. If he had not carried out such a crazy offensive, but had chosen to fight steadily, the outcome of the war might have been rewritten. Perhaps the one who was expelled at that time was our Bureau of Order. . "

Speaking of this, Jeffrey's voice paused, in fact, there was an even worse ending.

Once the power of one party's decondenser is strong enough to break the balance of power, then what awaits everyone is another scorched earth wrath...the second scorched earth wrath with the participation of the desublimator.

Burrog walked slowly towards the container, reaching out, trying to reach the sealed man.

Its body is embracing its knees, and it buries its head in its bosom. With the golden veins and radiance bursting out from its body, Bologo can't see his face clearly, but can vaguely see the closed eyes, Streaming light rolled between the gaps in the eyelids.

For some reason, Burlogo had an illusion.

This man...Xilin doesn't seem to be dead, he just... just fell asleep.

"Stop."

A cold voice sounded like a sharp knife, piercing Burlogo's nerves.

I saw the people in gray around raised their heads one after another. The thick darkness rolled under the gray robes, and their faces could not be seen clearly at all, but it was certain that they were watching Bologo. All the people in gray In an instant, they all turned their eyes to themselves.

Only then did Bologo realize another thing. The monsters sealed here are not only the men in the container, but also the jailers guarding the container.

"Feel sorry."

Bologo withdrew his hand as he said, recalling the strange feeling just now, as if he was possessed...

"Don't worry, Bologo."

Jeffrey's voice sounded, as if he knew what Bologo felt and felt.

"Humans have a peculiar 'phototaxis', which makes us close to those noble souls, and this is the reason why the philosopher's stone affects us. It is the entity of the 'golden soul', and we can't help but wish for such thing."

Watching the golden veins, in which flows the golden river.

"The promotion of Sublimation is a process in which one's own soul continues to grow and solidify.

The soul determines the body.

During the long promotion, our soul will continue to grow, and even far surpass the power of ordinary people's soul, so that it becomes a philosopher's stone similar to a living body, full of extraordinary power and the allure of that radiance. "

Burrog listened, and the soul of the "Glory One" had grown to an unfathomable level, making the body possess the characteristics of a physical soul.

"So, how do I implant it?"

Looking at the floating corpse, Bologo was suspicious, but he also understood the reason for the postponement of the implantation ceremony. For such a great existence, no matter how prepared it is, it is not enough.

Bologo was a little overjoyed. For this existence that could be called the overlord, it was hard to imagine how magnificent his power would be.

power.

Absolute power.

"Our research on secret energy is inferior to the Kingdom's Secret Sword. In order to narrow the gap, we studied his corpse and tried to reverse the alchemy matrix on his body."

Jeffrey explained that this was also the purpose of asking Burlogo to recover Palmer's body if Palmer died in the previous phone call.

"The soul determines the body, and the veins of the alchemy matrix will also be reflected on the body, so through the corpse of the Sublimator, we can reverse the alchemy matrix on his body."

"You got his alchemy matrix from his corpse?" Burrog asked.

"That's right, he is the culmination of decades of research on the King's Secret Sword. During the Secret War, his terrifying power was obvious to all.

With his death at that time, the King's Secret Sword's attack should have slowed down, but in order to get back his body, they followed up with several attacks on the 'reclamation room'.

Not even to get his body back, but to destroy it and keep the power from falling into our hands. "

Jeffrey stated, and then a little gloom flashed across his face.

"The follow-up is very simple. After the secret war ended, the sublimation furnace core successfully reversed the power of the overlord, but unfortunately, although the alchemy matrix was successfully reversed, several implantation ceremonies ended in failure. "

In the previous chat, Jeffrey told Burlogo about the risks of the implantation ceremony. It was a precise operation aimed at the soul. A little carelessness would lead to madness and death.

"No one can withstand the power of the overlord, so it will be sealed until your arrival."

Jeffrey said and looked at Burrog, who understood what he meant.

"Because I'm not going to die?"

"More than that, there are many undead like you in the world, even a few in the Bureau of Order," Jeffrey casually mentioned the shocking information, "but those people usually become Sublimation After that, the undead who became undead, their souls have been engraved on the alchemy matrix, and they cannot be changed."

"So you chose me, a brand new, indestructible carrier."

Burrog understood what Geoffrey meant.

"Yes, but now you are one of us, Bologo. Although Lebius regards you as a tool, I still want to regard you as a 'person'."

Jeffrey glanced at Bologo, then turned to look at the corpse in the container surrounded by light.

"No one has successfully implanted his alchemy matrix, and we have very little information about the secret power he possesses, so no one knows what will happen after the implantation. You may not die, but you may die To endure even more insane torture..."

Everything is unknown, absolutely unknown. The Bureau of Order has this crazy secret treasure, but it is not clear what is contained in it.

It may be a crazy wine, or it may be an eternal disaster.

Geoffrey's eyes gradually became serious, and he suddenly talked about something else.

"Lebius was not like this before. The secret war seven years ago changed him and all the survivors. He became...more and more extreme. I know his intentions are good, but sometimes He's still too cold."

"The reason why you were transferred to the logistics department was also because of Lebius, right? You used to be partners, but you can no longer work together."

Bologo said, he looked at the surprised look on Geoffrey's face, he is not stupid, some things can be easily guessed.

One is the guy who manages personnel, and the other is the commander who commands the front line of the war. The two have no sense of strangeness, just like friends for many years, and they don't even need any running-in.

Such a figure is very familiar to Bologo. He has seen many such figures, and even said that he was once one of them.

Berlogo guessed that Lebius leaned on crutches after the secret war, conceived of a special operations team, and was always preparing for another war. Jeffrey lost his familiar friends and turned to the logistics pension to rest .

Jeffrey smiled and didn't respond to Burlogo's words.

"Then what do you think, Bologo, should we usurp the power of the overlord and meet the unknown future, or choose another, safer path?"

Bologo didn't hesitate, his sickly fair face was a little bit of vivid blood reflected by the glow, he said.

"Is this still a choice?"

The outline of the god is reflected in the blue eyes.

"I am Borogo Lazarus... Lazarus risen from the dead."

He gave his choice.

What no one noticed was that at the moment Bologo made his decision, the god in the container seemed to hear Bologo's words, and on the face shaped by the ice, there was a faint appearance. smile.

The tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and the streamer in the gap flickered, as if the eyes were about to open in the next second.

(End of this chapter)