Endless Debt.

Chapter 646 The Sense of Justice

Extraordinary Disaster · Shattered Reality.

Among the many extraordinary disasters, reality shattering is no different from one of the most difficult disasters. Usually, these extraordinary disasters are caused in different ways, but they all have a common property, that is, they can rapidly improve in the real world. The concentration of ether, and even create an ether vortex point, completely crushing the real world.

In the scope of reality fragmentation, high concentration of ether will cause various abnormal phenomena, and these abnormal phenomena are irregular. They may be just thunder and storms like the raging sea, or they may be pure annihilation, obliterating the range all living beings within.

"In order to stabilize the real world and human order, the eighth group, the disaster warning team, has been dealing with this kind of trouble."

Lebius stated that the eighth group is an operation group that is out all the year round, and unlike other operation groups, their enemies are not hostile organizations, but potential ether vortex points everywhere.

Whenever the concentration of ether in a certain area is approaching the threshold value, and it is possible to develop into an ether vortex point, the eighth group will arrive at that area to channel and suppress the ether, so as to avoid the birth of the ether vortex point.

Jeffrey said, "But the eighth group can only deal with it before the disaster breaks out. Now that the reality is broken, they have nothing to do, let alone we really know, where are they?"

This world is very big, although human beings have explored almost every corner, but they are only probing, most of the areas are still in the state of no-man's land, human beings cannot reach those lands, but the ubiquitous ether can, who It is also possible to know how many potential etheric vortex points there are beyond the sight of human beings.

Therefore, the eighth group is like a group of explorers, running around in these uninhabited areas all year round. Only when the supplies are exhausted, will they reappear in the field of vision of the Bureau of Order and report on their missions. It will bring back some ancient relics, which can often be found in the depths of the vine-covered jungle.

Lebius stood up, "According to the current information, that ghostly place will suppress everyone's alchemy matrix, and sending more people in will only take more unnecessary risks."

Lebius changed his voice, and suggested to Bologo, "Give me some advice, Bologo, what should we do?"

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of Palmer and Amy. They never expected that Lebius would seek advice from Borrog, which was completely different from the team leader they were familiar with.

Burogo said, "Asmodeus is right next to Irwin. I don't know what the hell she's doing, but I've fought with her before. Compared with the third group, I have more experience."

What Irving wrote has become reality, demons have penetrated the page, and the story of "Night Hunter" is eroding reality.

"I've read his stories, and I killed many of the same monsters in the Happy Garden."

Saying that, Burlogo turned his head and glanced at Aimu and Palmer. As the killing team who came out of a desperate situation, this job couldn't be more suitable for them.

Amy gave affirmative eyes, while Palmer dodged his eyes for a while, but still nodded firmly.

"I am an undead, even if I die inside, I will still come back to life after the shattering of reality is over, and I am the one who knows the bet between them best..."

Burlogo gave a good reason, and Lebius could not refuse, nor did he think of refusing.

"Let's go."

Lebius led several people away, and when he walked side by side with Bologo, he whispered to Bologo again, "Bologo, you need to be a hero."

"hero?"

Bologo was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why Lebius said such things at such a time.

Hero, this word does not match Burlog at all, and it is too far away. It is so brilliant that Burrog can't open his eyes.

Burrog has fantasized about the image he will become, including a murderer, a butcher, an evil spirit, a punisher... He has thought about a lot, but they are all negative and dark.

"Are you kidding me?" said Burlogo. "Do you think I look like that?"

"Hmm... dark hero?" Lebius guessed the vocabulary, "Forget it, anyway, you need to be a leader."

"You need a lot of resources, you need more authority, and you need more power, but there needs to be a sufficient reason for all of this. You need to let everyone in the Bureau of Order recognize you, and you need to get all the power ...that might be a good start."

Lebius laughed, which he seldom laughed.

"You don't think that we pay such a high price just to make you a small field worker?"

Bologo didn't answer. Too many people have said similar things to him in the past few days. The invisible responsibility is like a shackle, nested heavily on Bologo.

"You still have a sense of justice in your heart, it's only slightly distorted compared to the sense of justice under worldly values."

Lebius continued his jokes, and his jokes were not as boring as before. "At least in normal movies, the heroes don't lynch the prisoners and beat them to death."

Bologo laughed twice, and Lebius also became serious, and continued to talk to Bologo.

"Do you know where the real horror of the Glorious One is?"

"I don't know," said Burrog. "I haven't fought the Glorious One yet."

Bologo thought that he had absolutely no chance of winning, even in the face of the dying old man Mamo, he didn't think he had a chance of winning, even with the power of immortality, they were fully capable of crushing themselves repeatedly, Like peeling mashed potatoes.

"The people of glory are infinitely approaching the secret source, and the scale of ether they can mobilize is also incalculable. It can be said that as long as the person of glory wants, he can call a large amount of ether at any time, set off a storm, and easily lift the concentration of ether in a certain area. Threshold, even breaking the boundaries of reality.

The Glorious One itself is a walking, dangerous etheric vortex point at will, creating chaos that can overwhelm reality. "

Lebius' voice turned cold, and he ruthlessly narrated, "Just like during the Secret War."

The Overlord Cylinder broke into the reclamation room and conscripted all things. At the same time, the high concentration of ether overwhelmed everyone.

The news about the red dog flashed in Lebius' mind again, "Peace has lasted for too long, and the scarred enemies have healed their wounds and created new blades."

If Lebius guessed correctly, the red dog is now in the city of oath, Opus, and soon, he will visit the Bureau of Order in person—as an envoy.

Lebius tried his best to suppress his emotions, but he couldn't help clenching his fists. Because of this news, he, who had been trapped in the den for many years, also decided to move forward.

There was a long silence between the two. After a long time, Bologo accepted Lebius' expectation, "I see."

This response was full of power. For a moment, Bologo felt as if he was being supported by some invisible thing, but at the same time, the pressure from nothingness was also stronger, and he could still hear it vaguely. It laughed to itself.

The clear sunlight fell from behind layers of glass, evenly covering the faces of several people, bringing bursts of warmth, before enjoying it for a moment, the noise of the crowd poured in like a tide, looking inside the tower, Everyone got busy, and the high platform in the center was full of supplies to be transported.

"Fortunately, we have a stronghold not far from the shattered reality, and we can directly reach there through a winding path breakthrough."

The staff seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw Lebius and others coming, they said to the communicator, "The special operations team is in place."

Lebius instructed, and took the lead on the high platform, "This time the winding path will travel a long distance, so be prepared."

Palmer hesitated, and asked the others, "Is that how we go?"

He was in a hurry when he set off. Palmer was still wearing his casual clothes, but he still wore a storm feather with him. As a field worker, he had to deal with emergencies at all times, and he never left his weapon.

"There are sufficient supplies at the stronghold for you to arm, and we still have to make a decision based on the current situation, don't we?"

Lebius wished the third group all the best.

There were no more doubts. Several people boarded the high platform and prepared to step into the winding path. Before the blue light engulfed Palmer, he thought of Gould and Hart. They were also survivors. , They should be taken, and then Palmer laughed at himself, seeing the appearance of those two unlucky ghosts, let them go.

The field of vision plunged into darkness, and then a faint blue light appeared from the darkness. They were as numerous as stars, and they were extremely gorgeous, but then a powerful force distorted all of this, and countless light spots were pulled straight, like a light barrier covering everyone. .

There were bursts of pain and weird contortions in his body, and Palmer felt his intestines churned together, and the gastric juices were boiling, they were jumping for joy, trying to get out of his throat.

It seems that only a second has passed, and it seems that more than ten hours have passed. The dim and distorted field of vision suddenly brightens, and the shrouded grating disappears. Paining the sensitive eyes, Palmer squeezed out a few tears.

The powerlessness all over his body made Palmer stagger forward uncontrollably. He could no longer stop the riot under his throat, and then he bent down and vomited loudly.

Something hard to see was soaked in the viscous liquid, and Palmer guessed it was his breakfast and the leftover supper from last night.

Someone supported Palmer, and his vision gradually became clear. It was Burrog, although Burrog was also pale and looked uncomfortable, but in any case, his performance was much better than Palmer's. , Aimu wittily turned into a body of steel before shuttling through the winding path. With no sense of flesh and blood, she didn't feel any strangeness.

The surroundings gradually became clearer. Bologo thought that he would appear in a tight underground fortress, but he did not expect that he would appear in an open space.

"Lebius?"

The man showed a surprised expression, and he walked towards here quickly, Lebius endured the dizziness in his mind, and recognized the comer.

"Lynch?"

"I didn't expect that it would be you who came to support."

Lynch reached out to Lebius, because they had different functions and they hadn't seen each other for a while.

"How did you set the gate of the winding path here?"

Lebius looked around. The most important gate of the winding path should be placed deep in the stronghold, but now it has been moved to the outside and exposed to the sun.

"This is convenient for transporting materials, and now our situation is very bad."

Before Lin Qi finished speaking, the winding door behind him lit up again, and a large amount of supplies were transported, and then immediately moved to the front.

"Those monsters are pouring out of them in a steady stream. Sublimation can indeed easily destroy them, but killing them for a few hours is still a bit unsustainable, not to mention that we are short of manpower."

There were bursts of gunshots in the distance, and Boluoge saw flames rising from the ground, turning into swallowing fire snakes, and the shells passed over his head, smashing huge craters full of gunpowder smoke on the ground.

"So we're left with something more 'primitive'."

Lynch actually pulled up a front around the broken area of ​​reality, and the intensive firepower destroyed any monsters that tried to escape from it.

"And these things are very useful. The broken interior of reality will suppress our alchemy matrix, but it will not affect the performance of these thermal weapons. We are going to send another team to go deep into it."

Lynch reported the latest situation to Lebius, then left with a few people and walked towards the front line.

There was a sulfur-like smell in the air, and Bologo felt an indescribable feeling at the moment, and then he saw a dark boundary rising from the ground, like an abscess growing on the ground, and he could vaguely see See the pitch-black particles spread toward the outside world, and then disappear.

Lebius asked, "Is the broken reality expanding to the outside world?"

"Our front line has already retreated once," Lynch said with a serious expression, "our time is running out."

Lebius sighed, it's always like this, when a sudden disaster hits everyone by surprise, but fortunately, he quickly sorted out his mood, after all, this is the job of their field staff.They should have gotten used to this by now.

"Tell your people to hold up the line of defense. As for that team... bring us."

Lebius introduced Bologo as he spoke, as if he was comparing himself with Lynch, "Let me introduce, this is my team member, Bologo Lazarus...he might be able to replace me in the future .”

Lynch nodded at Bologo, but this alone was not enough to make Lynch pay attention to Bologo, Lebius added.

"By the way, he's the guy who came out of the Fun Garden."

Lynch's casual eyes instantly became serious. Happy Garden, the enemy of the third group, they have been chasing that ghost for a long time, but they have never achieved any results. The most they can do is to remove it from A certain area is driven away.

"What happened here is a continuation of the Happy Garden."

"I know what to do, and what's in the depths of the damn thing," Burrog said.

He became a little restless and impatient, as if he would throw himself into disaster in the next second.

(End of this chapter)