Endless Debt.

Chapter 692

After changing into a new set of clothes in the activity room, Burlogo lay on the sofa and finally had time to think about these complicated matters.

There are too many things to worry about, and Burlogo felt that his anxiety was getting deeper and deeper. He tried not to think about Amyu's affairs, and focused his energy on these extremely important events in front of him.

The attack on the negotiations was not that simple.

Burlogo suggested the idea, then confirmed it more.

Recalling that dark figure again in his mind, Bologo felt that there seemed to be a vague resonance between himself and him, constantly affecting his heart.

It's hard for Burlog to describe this feeling in words, like... like looking at his own blood brother, even though Burlog has no siblings.

"It's so weird..."

Bologo talked to himself, pressing his hand on the position of his chest and heart.

Vaguely, Bologo felt that he had such a sense of resonance with someone, but when he recalled carefully, Bologo couldn't remember who that person was.

Bologo's memory is very good, but after reviewing his past life repeatedly, he couldn't find the slightest trace, so he began to wonder if his strange sense of resonance might be distorted under certain circumstances The phantom, or the pitch-black figure, itself has a certain ability to distort the will of the observer.

It's another thing that I can't figure out, but compared to these, there is one more thing that deserves Burlog's attention.

Bologo sat up from the sofa, lowered his head, and stared at his palm, the lines on his palm were clearly visible.

"Suck the soul..."

Burrog remembered the vague melody of the Wordless, and he had a word for the power he had drawn.

In his long life, Borrog had many secrets, most of which he revealed to Nethaniel, but two parts of the secret, which he never mentioned.

One is the weird memory from the "previous life", and the other is the absorbing ability that he obtained long ago when he became a Sublimator.

This ability allows Bologo to absorb those soul fragments from the demon's body, and then fill the void created by the lack of his own soul, and heal mania.

The smoothing effect is obvious. From the comparison with Palmer, it can be seen that Palmer often needs to infuse Mangyin's soul to relieve his mania, while Bologo can't use it once a month. Sometimes, in order to dispel other people's suspicions, Bologo often wastes these silvery souls and injects them into his body that he doesn't need at all.

Another ability of the soul debris is to use it as a backup energy source for Borogo to burn when necessary, release a large amount of ether, and coordinate operations.

With the promotion of Bologo's rank and Amy's help, Bologo didn't need this ability very much for a long time. Outside the ability, it is stable mania, so its sense of existence is not strong.

But this time it was different.

After Bologo's rigorous analysis, he found that absorbing the soul fragments of the demons before was actually a passive behavior. It was Bologo who was passively collecting them, but this time Burlogo actually released the soul fragments on his own initiative A force to forcibly usurp the aether of the Wordless.

While being pleasantly surprised by this power, Burlogo also doubted one thing.

Where does this power come from?

It has followed Bologo closely from the very beginning. Over the years, Bologo has become accustomed to its ability. It is only now that Bologo thinks about the source of this power for the first time.

Burrog quickly thought of it.

Astronaut protection.

Apart from the protection from the devil, Bologo couldn't think of any other source of this power, not to mention, in the days when he became a debtor, every new ability Bologo came into contact with had a clear source. His interference, he also remembers clearly.

Unless this is the power given to him by the astronauts, it was issued together with the power of undead during the wrath of the scorched earth.

After clearing his mind, Bologo felt that he should find an opportunity to test this ability. Only by turning the unknown into the known would he feel at ease.

Another question arises.

If this power comes from the protection of the devil, what is the price it needs?

The protection of the devil is not free, it often has a great price, and this price is usually related to the original sin represented by the devil.

The glutton will never be full, the lazy will never rest, and the lustful will be numb.

Bologo witnessed the curses that could drive people crazy, and he began to worry about whether he also bears such a curse, but soon, Burlogo's mood relaxed.

He has already sold his soul and become a debtor, so what if there are more curses on his body?

After sorting out his thoughts, Burlogo felt that his mood improved a bit. Thinking alone is good for relieving stress and solving problems.

Palmer was used to laziness. After the meeting, he returned home first. Geoffrey was still processing relevant documents next door. Due to the surprise attack of the Wordless Men, the negotiations with the King's Secret Sword slowed down again.

No one knows when this oppressive situation will end.

During the meeting, Gould declared that the attack should be related to the King's Shieldguard. For this reason, the seventh group, the invisible infiltrators, also joined the chaos and secretly investigated the relevant information.

Bologo guessed that the mobilized forces were far more than these. After all, there were too many secrets hidden in the city of oath, Opus, and the fourth group might also be mobilized.

If the servant Wang Dunwei wants to completely detonate the chaos, the disasters and evils of this world sleeping in the abandoned land will definitely be a terrible help.

Bologo walked out of the activity room. He had already analyzed the complex situation like a ball of wool, and the next step was to complete it step by step according to the task list.

The first of these is the Decision Room.

Bologo knows that he has always been a restless black sheep. He can completely trust his teammates, but the premise is that his teammates also fully trust him.

The decision-making room felt too weird to him, piercing his heart like a fishbone, and Bologo clearly knew that he had to figure this out, otherwise the rift of suspicion between him and the Bureau of Order would become more and more serious. bigger.

Not only to know the truth and satisfy my curiosity, but also to complete the work better.

Burrogo thought so.

Opening the door of the activity room, an unexpected figure was standing outside the door, as if he had been waiting for Burlogo for a long time.

"Have time, Bologo?"

Nethaniel blocked Burrog's way, always elusive, like a lingering ghost.

"Deputy Director?"

Burrog was about to say that you came just in time, when Nethaniel interrupted him.

"I heard from Jeffrey that you have a lot of opinions on the decision-making room. These opinions have accumulated deeply, and may affect your future work and loyalty to the Bureau of Order."

Nethaniel said what Birogor wanted to say, but it didn't affect him, and he wasn't even surprised.

"Let me guess, that's not what Geoffrey said," said Burlogo, "at least he wouldn't say so in detail."

Jeffrey was so busy, how could he have time to care about himself? It was still such an inexplicable question.

"It's the decision-making room, right?"

"The decision room anticipated my skepticism and called you in," Burlogo said.

Nethaniel smiled, "I knew it wouldn't fool you."

Burrog's body trembled involuntarily. At this moment, the decision-making room seemed to be omniscient, even aware of his own suspicion.

This fact made Burlogo uneasy.

"So what are you going to do?" Burlogo asked. "Is it the orientation thing? Or the loyalty training?"

Borrog encountered this kind of thing when he was a soldier. In order to make the timid recruits dare to charge and kill the enemy, the officers would make them realize that there are things far more cruel than death.

"No, how could it be? What do you think we are?"

Nethaniel waved his hands, and then put his hands on Burrog's shoulders.

"Since you are so curious, let me show you for yourself."

Bologo was stunned, and Nethaniel continued, "It just so happens that you should see him...or they."

The surrounding masonry began to distort and change. They bulged up one after another, enveloping Borrog and Nethaniel. They seemed to be eaten by the reclamation room. After a brief distortion, the two disappeared in the blank corridor .

A few seconds later, Jeffrey pushed open the office door suspiciously. He noticed something strange, but the corridor was calm.

……

When his sight became clear again, Bologo found himself surrounded by endless golden light clusters, and the splendid and golden hall came into his eyes, and the gorgeous and luxurious light stung Bologo's eyes like the morning light. It was only when he was in the environment that Burlogo realized what a magnificent building it was.

The dome above the head is full of inverted figures in angelic postures, they seem to be known from the kingdom of heaven, and they hang down the people on the ground full of sadness.

In the area around the building, the golden light extends into the invisible darkness, and Bologo can see many vague figures standing in it. They are working mechanically, and the crisp metal keys are constantly tapping, and the machine As the paper was being swallowed, many pneumatic flow pipes were neatly arranged and stretched out. There was a dull sound of transportation, and the exquisite capsules passed through the pipes rapidly.

The pipes expanded outward until they disappeared from Burrog's sight. Like blood vessels, they spread and covered every inch of the twisted space in the reclamation room.

The knocking sound from the darkness maintained a certain frequency, and it remained unchanged from the beginning to the end. Bologo could not hear the sound of breathing, nor could he detect the existence of anyone. It was like a group of sophisticated automatic factories. Labor day and night.

Looking around, this place is so clean, every inch of metal is extremely shiny, like a mirror, reflecting the figure of Bologo, and pure gold covers every place, as if everything Bologo sees is made of Made of gold.

"This is... the decision-making room?"

Burrog took a deep breath, this magnificent scene made him vigilant.

"That's right, the decision-making room," Nethaniel nodded and added, "but it's just the name of the department within the Bureau of Order. This golden building has another name, and it's called the Upside Down Hall."

Turn the hall upside down.

Borrog read the name silently, and he didn't know the meaning, but soon Nethaniel would show him everything here.

"It's a little bit different than I expected."

Burrog looked back, and continued, "I thought this place would follow the usual style of the Bureau of Order, simple, cold, and efficient."

"You thought this would be an ordinary office, the grid separates the workstations, and in each position is a staff member who is about to die suddenly... Well, maybe they still have an infusion tube inserted into them , or some kind of life-support equipment, while ensuring that they can work and produce, it also prevents them from dying at their workstations.

The printer is constantly swallowing paper, just like the logistics point of express delivery, and the transport capsules are repeatedly launched..."

Nethaniel described the exhausting and hopeless scene to Burrog, "There are a few more guys who seem to be in high positions, and then endless phone calls, yelling at the person on the other end of the phone .”

This fits Burlogo's stereotype of the top executives of large corporations.

"Well, there was a time when the decision-making room was indeed like this, but that was at the beginning of its establishment, and I also saw it in relevant materials."

Nethaniel is not nonsense, but has a basis in reality.

"After that, the Bureau of Order carried out a series of reforms, and the biggest change was the decision-making room. It changed from that terrible office to what it is today."

"It's more like some kind of religious building here," Burlogo said.

"You're right to say that, people always like to deify something," Nethaniel said, "like the decision-making room you suspect."

"Then is it a god?"

"You'll find out later."

Nethaniel mobilized the authority of the deputy director. In the entire Bureau of Order, the only people who can order here are him and one other person.

Bolog's body began to soar into the air and become weightless. Under the high tension, Bologo panicked for a while, but he quickly calmed down and fell into the sky with Nethaniel.

When his feet landed on the solid ground again, Bologo had come to the crowd, and the original upside-down statues had also changed. Bologo thought they were looking down on the earth from the sky, but now it seems that they Came to the earth, looking at the sky.

Bologo looked along the line of sight of these countless statues. On the plane he was on just now, Bologo saw a deep well that sank down and returned to pitch black.

"Let's go."

Nethaniel greeted him, and lifted his feet into the air, and golden light paths gathered in the void, they were like illusory bricks, supporting the soles of Nethaniel's feet.

Burrog didn't ask too much, he followed Nethaniel and stepped on the light path together.

The illusory bricks and stones are stacked spirally, creating a straight upward spiral staircase, and at the end of this staircase is the dark deep well.

Bologo felt that it should not be called a deep well. At this moment, it was the end of the sky to communicate with the unknown.

Burogo is about to reach the mysterious heaven behind the golden sky.

The journey to the stairs was very long, and Bologo began to feel tired and tired, and his consciousness became a little fuzzy, but Nethaniel continued to walk steadily as if he couldn't feel anything. Gradually, he and Bologo The distance between them gradually increased.

"Bologo."

Nethaniel stopped, and turned his head to look at Bologl below. Both of them had stepped into the golden sky, surrounded by circular golden columnar walls, extending into the darkness above.

No one knows how much longer it will take.

Nethaniel asked, "Do you want to forget?"

Burrog took a deep breath and continued to walk without saying a word. No matter what, he had to figure out the doubts in his heart.

Spiral up, endless climb.

Bologo vaguely felt that there were layers of membranes covering his body. They tried to stop himself from moving forward. Bologo passed through them, but failed to break them. The membrane was pulled extremely thin until Burlogo finally crossed the line.

The membrane ruptured, and the pressure covering the body disappeared instantly, and the heavy body became lighter. For a while, Bologo had difficulty controlling his body, and almost fell down.

"A little trick, it was done in imitation of the sacred city."

Nethaniel explained casually. Bologo had no energy to speak, and his chest was heavy. He and Nethaniel continued to go up. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally touched the infinite darkness above the dome.

Burrog stepped on the pitch-black ground, and he looked around. It was an absolutely dark space, and the only light source was the long steps and the vertical deep well when he came.

Nethaniel was standing not far from Burrog, his gaze was looking into the darkness, "I brought Burrog here."

The sound went into the darkness, and then Burrog heard something crawling.

Suddenly the sound became complicated, as if countless poisonous insects and snakes were skimming the ground, and something like a sea tide was approaching here.

Burrog took a step back vigilantly, his hand couldn't help but pressed on the hilt of the sword, losing the protection of the scabbard, and the deadly edge was completely exposed to the air.

Nethaniel said, "Take it easy, Burrog."

In the darkness, a looming huge monster was approaching Bologo, it was as high as a hill, and there were countless cables extending from this huge body.

Burrog tried to look up, and the cables seemed to have no end, extending into the endless darkness.

The figure stopped at a position only a few meters away from Borrog. It was a delicate position. Most of its body was still hidden in the darkness, but the brass mask made of gear machinery happened to be illuminated by a weak light source.

"Let me introduce you."

Accompanied by Nethaniel's words, the figure took a few steps forward again, and Yingliang's silhouette expanded again, revealing a shocking body.

For a while, Bologo's breathing froze. He tried to pull out the bite, but his body seemed to be out of control, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

"The current Bureau of Order..."

Nethaniel suddenly became distressed, he felt that this title was not accurate.

He thought about it.

"A collection of previous directors of the Order Bureau."

The twilight illuminated the masks of different shapes and inlaid on the huge body.

"Everyone."

(End of this chapter)