Endless Debt.

Chapter 56
There are chaotic images lingering in the field of vision, and they overlap together, turning into an absurd hunting movie.

First, there was a burst of singing full of vigor and strength, followed by a lot of cheap plasma, covering every corner of the field of vision.

Broken rag dolls, cotton wool rolling out from the seams, mixed with countless venomous snakes, a red car crashed into the wall under the cry of a woman in labor.

Brilliant sunlight poured into the room through the crack opened, and the powerful singing voice was slightly distorted for a while, and turned into thousands of screams, mixed with violent electric guitar sounds, and then the falling sunlight illuminated the stage .

A group of bears in formal suits were holding on to the microphone and singing loudly. The singing was wicked and weird. Countless rabbit dolls under the stage cheered and threw bloody heads on the stage one after another.

The bears also cheered to the audience, then bowed.

The stage fell to darkness, and then to light again.

"Ah... what is this all about..."

Bologo opened his eyes, his vision became clear after a brief blur, and severe pain rose from under his head, as if someone had just opened the skull with an electric drill.

After losing his mind, the first thing he saw was the gray ceiling, and then the iron frame, on which were hung several hanging bottles, some of which were empty, and some of which were filled with liquid medicine.

The air smelled of disinfectant, and white figures walking around could be vaguely seen. They were talking and whispering, as if they were talking about themselves or someone else.

It looked like he was in the hospital, but it had been a long time since he had been to the hospital. Ever since he obtained the "resurrection from the dead", Burlogo thought that he was insulated from the hospital.

He tried to sit up, but there was a sharp pain like a needle prick all over his body, as if the joints were full of sharp metals, and a slight movement would bring a sharp pain to the heart.

At the same time as the pain was severe, the absurd dream just now came back to his mind. Bologo vaguely felt that the bear band was beside his hospital bed. They were playing the trumpet and the electric guitar, twisting their bulky bodies, Start the damn show...

Bologo suspects that it is the reason of his "previous life" memory, which makes him always dream about these messy things. He thinks that if he becomes a director of fantasy films, he must have a bright future.

After a short rest, Burrog regained his strength, and there were low moans in his throat, and he struggled to sit up.

His left hand felt a bit bulky. Enduring the soreness and pain, he raised his hand and found that the back of his hand was covered with infusion needles, probably the reason why he would not die. These doctors were really not polite at all when they did it.

Turning his head to look around, he heard a cry of surprise.

"Brother Burrog!"

Burrogo was thinking that it was too late to play dead.

With Bailey's roar, in a blink of an eye, Burrog's hospital bed was surrounded by people...in fact, there were not many people.

First, Bai Li, who regarded herself as a guinea pig, pulled her eyelids and took endless photos with a flashlight, with emotions of love and hate fluttering on her face, and then Badr, this guy was still wearing a protective suit, always Be by Bai Li's side, lest Bai Li do anything out of the ordinary.

Then came Jeffrey. This guy was smiling. Judging from his expression, his implantation ceremony should have been successful. Before they could say anything, a slightly cold voice sounded, and a slight collision sound approached burrogo.

"Congratulations, Borogo Lazarus."

Geoffrey moved out of the way, and Levius stood in front of his hospital bed on crutches.

"You are now a member of Sublimation."

"Condenser... Sublimator."

This vocabulary should be considered familiar to Bologo, but when he really touched it, an indescribable emotion rose in Bologo's heart.

As if there was an electric current passing through his body, this sense of surprise made Burlogo suddenly sober, and then he realized that the world in his eyes was different.

There is something more in this world, something invisible, ubiquitous, and perceivable...

Burrog was sure that they had existed from the beginning, but he could not feel them so clearly.

Just as light can be seen with the eyes, sound waves can be heard with the ears, and the touch of objects can be felt with the skin.

Bologo now seems to have an extra sense, so that he can perceive these things that should not be perceived.

ether.

Mysterious ethers, now they are no longer the elements that dwell in the sky, now they are within reach.

Cyan lines appeared on Bologo's body surface, the light was a little dim, undulating with breathing, the light reflected in the pupils of the eyes, making Bologo's breathing slightly rapid.

This is his Alchemy Matrix, and he is now a member of the Sublimation.

"Do you remember anything, Brother Burrog."

At this time, Bai Li asked, the sudden accident at the end of the ceremony made her have many doubts in her heart.

"Remember... what?"

"The process of the ceremony, you know, you caused a disaster, plundered all the 'cold iron souls' around you, destroyed the entire laboratory, and also triggered the ether vacuum phenomenon, which led to multiple experimental projects in the sublimation furnace core Make a mistake and cause an accident."

Bai Li wanted to ask, but she spoke faster and faster, and finally complained loudly, then hid back, sat down slowly against the wall, and hugged her.

"Obviously there have been no accidents this year...Obviously..."

Badr stood at the position where Bailey was just now. Although his face was blocked by the protective gear, Bologo could feel the sight cast from below, and Bologo continued.

"I do not remember."

He vaguely remembered the dead world in his mind, but besides the dead world, Bologo couldn't remember other things. As for the dead world, he had long been accustomed to it, and every time he died, he would arrive at it for a short time. There.

But... but it seems that besides the dead silence, there is something else coming...

Burlogo racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

"However, I seem to... vaguely feel something..."

Burrog looked at his glowing palm and said uncertainly.

"I just felt very painful at the time, and I couldn't accommodate the alchemy matrix... Ask, I need to ask, I don't know what to ask for, but it's like instinct."

"Instinct?" Badr thought, "This is also a possibility, after all, it is the power of the overlord, and it is not impossible to cause any miracle."

They haven't studied it yet and can't understand it, so they can only attribute it to miracles and other rhetoric.

"By the way, how long have I been in a coma."

Bologo asked, he died and resurrected repeatedly during the ritual, and a large number of deaths in a short period of time would make him feel tired and comatose.

"Not long, just half a day."

Badr's answer surprised Burlogo.

"Is that so... What about TEDA? What does he think?" Borrog asked. Compared with these guys, he still felt that the former minister was more reliable.

"After the ceremony was completed, the teacher left. He didn't like to stay here for a long time." Bader explained.

Burrog was silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Because the 'capacity' of my soul is not enough, I plundered the 'soul of cold iron' to make my own soul reach the required 'capacity'. After that? This is not my soul, so there will be no problems ?"

"No, the 'soul of cold iron' is the most humble soul, it will not disappear voluntarily, and will be easily bound," Bader explained, "The alchemy matrix of the alchemy arm is based on the soul of 'cold iron' '."

"Many preliminary advanced desublimators will also use the 'soul of cold iron' to solidify their own souls when necessary, but they don't use as much as you."

"That is to say, I can use the 'soul of cold iron' to pile up to the believer?" Burogo asked.

"No, the 'soul of cold iron' is the most humble and least valuable soul, it can only be useful to those who have been promoted to Sublimator, and its effect is only to stabilize the soul.

It can be said that the 'spirit of cold iron' is useless except for being made into an alchemy weapon.

That's why we're curious, even if you have a "cold iron soul", you shouldn't be so smooth even if you have a broken soul. "

This is a headache for Baldr. There are many factors needed for the promotion of Sublimator. One is to stabilize the soul, and the other is to solidify and strengthen the soul after stabilization, so as to increase its "capacity", thus making the alchemy matrix keep growing.

This required a long time and a large amount of alchemy materials. They even prepared to cultivate Bologo for several months to allow him to ensure the stable implantation of the alchemy matrix between life and death.

In other words, it was expected that Riberogo would die for a few months...but that's how it happened.

The "capacity" of the incomplete soul was forcibly expanded, allowing the alchemy matrix to continue to extend on the plundered soul, so that it spread all over Borrog's soul and was completely implanted in it.

"So... is this my soul?"

Bologo lowered his head, he could vaguely feel that under the alchemy matrix, there was something between virtual and real, which filled his body.

That is the soul of Bologo. Unlike the ordinary golden soul, Bologo's soul is undoubtedly much darker.

He knew why, he was a debtor, he sold part of his soul.

It's just that he instinctively felt that his soul shouldn't be so dark... at least it should be a little brighter...

But then Burlogo remembered something, and he suddenly understood the reason why his ceremony went smoothly.

I seem to have some kind of "absorbing" ability, and those soul fragments "absorbed" by myself are also released during the ceremony, and merged into my alchemy matrix together with the "soul of cold iron".

Those are the soul fragments from the "Golden Soul", and the value contained in them is undoubtedly much higher than that of the "Cold Iron Soul". It is they who have constructed a new trajectory and extended the Alchemy Matrix on it.

Just as Bologo was thinking, an uncontrollable strange feeling came from the depths of his body and soul.

It’s over.

A fright flashed across Burrogo's eyes, and that familiar feeling returned.

As the crumbs of his soul were exhausted, the void that had been filled was revealed again, and now his soul was weak, and mania was about to break out.

"Do you have straitjackets here?"

asked Burlogo suddenly.

"what?"

Bader was taken aback by Bologo's words, and then Bologo's expression twisted, panting like a wild beast, his hands grasped the armrests on both sides of the hospital bed tightly, and the steel was crushed. deflated and twisted.

"Slightly... I'm sorry."

A hoarse voice came out of Bologo's mouth, Badr was stunned for two seconds, and shouted loudly.

"doctor!"

(End of this chapter)