Endless Debt.

The pouring rain poured on the Paradise, but it couldn't extinguish the raging fire on it. As far as Burlogo could see, there were ruins and corpses, as if the demons lurking in the free port had all come out today. The demons danced wildly.

After the storm, there were sporadic gunshots. It was the surviving guards mobilizing their forces to counterattack. Among the people of Xitao, Sublimation is a minority after all. Most of them rely on modern firearms and tactical deployment. .

Now the guards have established a line of defense on the burning pier to resist the subsequent attacks of demons, but these are useless efforts. The main force of the enemy has already broken into the Promised Land and is heading deeper.

There was a noise in Burlogo's mind. Uriel kept reporting the latest battle situation and coordinating every team member. In the past, this inconspicuous role in the special operations team radiated a sense of belonging at this moment. own light.

Palmer and his party have penetrated into the interior of the Paradise and are heading towards the core area, while Burlogo is still wandering around the periphery at this moment.

The cyan fireworks gradually infiltrated the steel creation, easily tore open the thick watertight door, and the defense, which was difficult to blast through even the giant cannon, collapsed in front of Bologo.

It stands to reason that Bologo's progress was smooth, but after gradually deepening, a layer of hard and intrusive steel blocked Bologo's way.

The metal is filled with another stream of ether, which is the imaginary domain covering the Paradise. The powerful mutual repulsion effect of the ether prevents Burogo's secret energy from invading even half of it. Burogo has to switch directions constantly, and together with Amy Find the weak point of the imaginary domain and make a breakthrough.

"I don't know how Palmer got in."

Bologo pressed his left hand against the metal wall, and the silver-white knight's gauntlet covered his left hand, and cumbersome patterns emerged on the silver-white surface.

With the help of the Corruption Touch, Bologo's ether is more aggressive, and the mutual repulsion of the ether that was difficult to shake in the past is being gradually disintegrated by him.

Bologo's ether is like a root sprout growing in solid soil, prying away the heavy rocks little by little, looking for a way to live in the sun.

"It's probably luck. I don't know how they are doing now."

Amy's voice sounded in his mind, and Burlogo nodded in response.

As Palmer went deeper into the imaginary realm, this powerful ether obscured Palmer's connection with Uriel, making it difficult for Burlogo to hear Palmer's words.

Of course, this isolation is not absolute, it's more like the signal has become a bit poor, and Palmer's voice has become blurred and intermittent.

"only."

While trying to break through the imaginary domain, Burrog recalled the important information in his mind.

While Uriel connected several people, Burlogo began to exchange important information with Palmer. So far, they finally smoothed out the information gap between each other, but then new problems appeared.

The first is the missing Jeffrey. According to Palmer, when the battle started, Jeffrey sensed the existence of hostile power holders and chose to take the initiative to meet the enemy. But when Uriel built the heart network, all No one could hear Jeffrey's echo.

It stands to reason that Jeffrey is also within the coverage of the network of the heart, and it is impossible for him not to respond, unless Jeffrey is dead.

This thought flashed in Burlogo's mind, he believed that Geoffrey would not fall so easily, followed by another intelligence.

Unbound Poetry Club, Canary.

Judging from Palmer's judgment, the sudden appearance of Canary is suspected to be a person in power, and she knows the intelligence of the special operations team and the people of Xitao.

"Everything that the Paradise has encountered now looks like a conspiracy, and Canary is undoubtedly one of the rare people who knows the whole story."

Palmer evaluated the situation in this way. Out of various considerations, he chose to join forces with Canary temporarily.

What the special operations team needs is Gould and the original thing in his hands. As for the object of Canary's revenge, this has nothing to do with the special operations team.

a conspiracy.

Palmer was vaguely aware of this, but Burlogo felt it for real.

Burrog knew why Canary knew everything about the Special Operations Team, because Belphegor, the evil devil, hid in the depths of the Bureau of Order, and to a certain extent, the information of the Bureau of Order was shared with him.

Burrog didn't like it, but at the same time he felt strangely reassured that now Burrog could guess what Belphegor was up to.

The Witch of Desire has corrupted the Unbound Poetry Club. Belphegor will not swallow this easily. It is only a matter of time before he goes head-to-head with the Zong Song Orchestra, but now Belphegor does not have enough power in the world to fight the Witch of Desire Competition, so the Bureau of Order also joined it.

Since the Zong Song Orchestra is so unwilling to allow the Bureau of Order to obtain the original thing, how can Belphegor let go of this opportunity. In order to hinder the Desire Witch, he even mobilized the only poets under his command and in the Unbound Poetry Club .

"Something's not right."

Amy's warning sounded in his mind, and Burlogo asked alertly, "What's wrong?"

"The virtual domain of the Paradise is being usurped, and it is transforming into another virtual domain."

Burrog's expression became serious. He understood this situation. The Void Realm is the castle of the Sublimator, and every attack on an area covered by the Void Realm is considered a harsh battle.

In order to break through the obstacles of the Void Realm as soon as possible, the Sublimationists have gradually developed a set of attacking methods against the Void Domain. The operation of the domain is disordered and destroyed.

There are also some methods, such as starting with an alchemist, analyzing and deciphering the imaginary domain, and then seizing control of the imaginary domain, converting the castle that shelters the enemy into a cage that locks the enemy.

What the Paradise is encountering now is, to a certain extent, the latter. In places that Burlogo can't see, some alchemists are distorting the imaginary domains and transforming them into their own domains.

This reminded Bologo of the immortal rot of the Gorilla Sect. In the records of the Bureau of Order, the Gorilla Sect often did such cruel things.

They will besiege the enemy, and then gradually invade and usurp the virtual domain. People hiding in the virtual domain will find that the virtual domain they control is getting out of control little by little. Flesh and blood rely on ether as nourishment, grow out of thin air, and eat away at everyone s life.

Relying on the power of the devil, these lunatics will always turn the Void Realm into a hell on earth. According to the blessing of the Witch of Desire, Nie Chaos Wealth, Bologo can already roughly judge that once the Void Realm falls under the control of the Song Orchestra, In the hand, what will it look like if it is distorted.

"We need to end this quickly."

Burrog increased the output of ether, even though it would double his consumption, under the effect of the Corrosion Touch, Burrog's fingertips in contact with the iron wall shone with light, like an electric welder.

Dense light trails spread from Bologo's fingertips to the surroundings, like floating waves, spreading outward one after another.

Aimu concentrated on assisting Bologo. If Dewar was here, it would be much easier to break through the imaginary realm. His strange eyes are enough to see through most of the imaginary realm.

The iron wall in front of him is gradually collapsing. Bologo has penetrated the outermost layer of defense in the virtual domain. He doesn't know how many layers of defense are waiting for him, but this is undoubtedly good news.

Burrog moved forward, but his feet hung in midair and failed to come down.

The burning eyes glared at the darkness in front of him. From the unknown depths, Bologo could sense threats coming from the sea. They repeatedly pricked Bologo's nerves like iron needles.

Pairs of bloodthirsty eyes opened from the darkness, and the moment they looked at each other, blurred hallucinations came one after another, crazy or joyful, beautiful or terrifying.

In an instant, Bologo seemed to have experienced thousands of dreams and spent endless years.

Bologo's eyes were dazed and confused, but in the next second he easily broke free from the illusion, and swung the flaming sword towards the darkness.

After successive battles and information from Palmer, Bologo has realized that believers of different devils and their secret energy factions also have certain tendencies.

The Scarlet Sect prefers the Ascension School, while the Zongge Orchestra tends to be closer to the Ethereal School, giving opponents a fatal torture from consciousness and senses.

Bologo had already prepared himself for the shock of his mind, not to mention the long years spent in the black prison, which had already forged his will to be as tough as steel.

The opponent didn't expect that Borrog could break free from the shackles of the illusion so quickly, and then the fiery sword pierced the enemy's chest, and the red mercury exploded, instantly turning him into a charred husk.

The roaring heat wave was like an invading tide, running wantonly in the corridor, knocking down all the surrounding demons.

In the rising smoke, Bologo was like a ghost emerging. Layers of armor covered his body, arming him repeatedly.

Bologo didn't know what kind of enemy he would encounter next. With the protection of iron armor, at least he would have enough time to react when he was attacked.

Amyau remained fully alert, and she opened up her etheric senses to detect potential enemies for Burrog like a radar.

Her voice echoed in Bologo's ears, and Bologo ran like an arrow from the string. Relying on Amy's prompts, he could always cut off the enemy's head before the enemy found him.

The Paradise is really too huge, like a three-dimensional maze, but fortunately, Burlogo has never been a person who plays cards according to common sense.

The burning elevator entrance was in front of him, and a round shield was cast in his hand. Burogo didn't know how many layers of virtual protection there were, but right now, this well of death seemed unable to stop him from moving forward.

Bologo jumped into the sea of ​​fire and fell straight towards the bottom of the elevator shaft. Uriel's voice gradually became blurred. Bologo knew that he was going deep into the Paradise, and the interference from the Void Realm affected the heart network communication.

A sea of ​​flames came into my eyes, and under the bright burning, a strong sense of madness rushed towards my face, as if a devil was descending on this place in person.

Burrog frowned, crashed into the deepest part of the elevator shaft, and the roaring impact shook away the piled up steel wreckage and body parts.

The white gull stopped, and he looked at the end of the corridor curiously. Behind the layers of watertight doors, he smelled the same kind of smell.