Endless Debt.

Chapter 693 Tools
Gray and white concrete bricks piled up the harsh and cold reclamation room. In the core of the reclamation room, there is a golden hall with a completely different style. Bologo thinks that there will be a sacred existence living here for a long time, which can be displayed before his eyes. Yes, but it's just an indescribable grotesque creation.

The darkness around is not real darkness, they are more like some kind of dark mist, filling this wide space, no matter how many spots of light appear in the deep well that reaches the ground, they can only linger on the edge of the wellhead, unable to penetrate into the dark.

Therefore, no matter how Burlogo observes, he still cannot see the whole picture of this huge creation.

Nethaniel watched Bologo's reaction from the sidelines. He admired Bologo's calmness. You must know that when he witnessed this monster back then, Nethaniel almost fought with him.

Although many years later, Nethaniel did make a big fuss here.

The memories were not good, they flashed through Nethaniel's mind.

Bologo held the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes trembling and wandering, and in this strange silence, he tried his best to collect information about this "all".

The first is the appearance shown in front of Bologo, which is simply a mass of meat. The pink flesh is not covered by the skin, and is directly exposed to the air. Bologo can clearly see the cyan blood vessels crawling like vines, translucent His diaphragm was undulating, and inside it was a visceral structure that Burlogo couldn't understand.

This monster reminded Bologo of this world's evil, but it did not expand unscrupulously like this world's evil, which surprised Bologo. It seemed to have a strong stability.

Looking up, Bologo saw the masks of different styles. The first thing that caught his eyes was the brass mask made of gears and machinery.

Based on the brass mask, thick metal cables extend upwards, like the branches of a tree, connecting other masks. The four masks arranged vertically become the backbone, and more cables are attached. On the flesh and blood, it extends around the huge body, exposing more masks.

They grew and bloomed like branches and leaves until they disappeared into the turbid darkness.

Nethaniel saw that Bologo's breath calmed down, and said, "I brought him, everyone, who of you came to see him."

The strange body of flesh and machinery heard Nethaniel's voice, and the deep heartbeat sounded in the body, and the sound gradually became clearer. With the resuscitation of the heart, the cold blood kept rushing in the blood vessels, and the liquid was operated by the body. The large amount of heat released heated up, and the blood boiled in an instant.

Burrog felt that he was witnessing the start of a flesh and blood machine. Orange-red light was shining under the translucent diaphragm, and red light was also glowing under the blue blood vessels, as if a furnace was burning inside it, and the heat wave was baking Warmed Burrog's cheeks.

Congealed blood gas floated on the tip of the nose, bursts of steam rose from the surface of the flesh and blood, and a series of logo lights lit up on the flesh and blood, and the rays of light lined up in the darkness, extending to the end of Burogo's sight.

With the help of the bright and dim light of the logo, Bologo saw countless cables extending from the flesh and blood machine, they were densely packed, like long hair scattered by giants.

"Target confirmed, Borogo Lazarus."

"The target file is being retrieved."

"Load target behavior logic file."

"Analyzing Competent Personality."

The cold announcement echoed in the darkness, and the cold and heartless words made Burlogo's scalp tingle.

"take it easy."

Nethaniel comforted him, "It just calculated the various developments after the attack on the negotiation, which caused a computing power overload. Now it should be in the maintenance phase. Only the subconscious personality is on duty, and the main consciousness personality is in a deep sleep."

Burlog could not hear any comfort from these words, but felt that one mystery after another was blooming before his eyes.

"Determine the best solution to personality."

"Start waking Maria Ellen."

After the indifferent announcement, the second mask in the trunk began to change. It was a mask composed of countless green leaves and branches, and the surface of the metal was covered with copper green.

The ether was restless, and the green leaves and branches spread to the surroundings as if they had touched the mechanism, revealing the structure of the human face.

"Audio synthesis."

A lazy female voice replaced the indifferent announcement.

"Image loading."

The ether roared past Bologo's eyes. The high concentration of ether flow was not fatal. After a brief blindness, Bologo's eyesight recovered, and the huge flesh and blood creation in front of him also disappeared at this time, replaced by She is a graceful lady.

At this moment, she was wearing the copper-green mask covered with branches, sitting on the wooden chair, looking at herself with a smile.

After Nethaniel saw the lady, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "It really is you, you have always had a good personality, and you are the most suitable for communicating with people."

"Long time no see, Nethaniel."

The lady nodded at him, and she continued, "You must be very disappointed. It was me, not her, who came here. Do you need me to upload her image?"

"Let's forget it," Nethaniel shook his head, "It's already weird enough for an old man to imitate her."

The lady laughed softly, she knew which time Nethaniel was talking about.

"Don't blame her, she bears the most important part."

"She has already made a sacrifice, so how can I blame it?" Nethaniel said calmly, "Let's get to the point."

The lady set her eyes on Burrog, and she raised her hand.

"Please sit down."

Bologo was stunned for a moment, and then he found a chair behind him. He looked at the lady in front of him again, thinking of the twisted flesh and the cold announcement.

He didn't think it was the mass of flesh and blood that turned into the noble lady in front of him, but some kind of force that distorted Bologo's cognition and changed the image of the mass of flesh and blood in front of him into what it is today.

So what is the essence of this chair?A bloody tentacle?
Burrog didn't think too much, the question was about to be answered, he just needed to be patient.

Sitting on the chair, before Burlogo could speak, the lady spoke first.

"Let me introduce myself first. Before I was alive... to be precise, before I became the All, I was the second Director of the Order Bureau.

Maria of Iron Tree and Steel Branches. "

The human brain is like a book. It is usually difficult for you to remember all the contents, but as long as you have an index of the table of contents, you can recall the contents of the story.

Maria Allen.

Burrog searched his mind for something to do with the name, and he remembered everything about it.

Unlike other mysterious directors in history, Maria's information has spread widely. It can be said that every employee of the Bureau of Order has heard her name and knows her deeds.

If the first director confirmed the establishment of the Bureau of Order, then as the second director of the Bureau of Order, Maria successfully made the Bureau of Order grow stronger and laid a very solid foundation.

It can be said that almost everything currently in the Bureau of Order is built on the foundation created by Maria, so she is also called Iron Tree and Steel Branch to praise her contribution to the Bureau of Order.

The end of Maria is not mentioned in the data. Some people say that she returned to her family to provide for the elderly, and some people say that she has already died. Burlogo has no intention of participating in mysterious conspiracy theories, but he never wants to see her today. To Maria, and in this grotesque way.

Burrog took a deep breath and asked unwaveringly.

"first,
What are you, the multitude? "

Maria raised her head slightly, "This is much more troublesome to explain."

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?" said Burlogo.

Maria pondered for a moment. Compared with other personalities, she was the most talkative one, so she was awakened to explain everything buried deep to Burrog.

"Human beings are too fragile, do you agree with this? Bologo."

Burrog paused and nodded.

"We are too fragile, so we stubbornly pursue strength, but after the wrath of the scorched earth, we suddenly realized that even if we were promoted to the glory, we were still limited by our lifespan.

When we are alive, we may be extremely powerful, but we will die one day, and our enemies... those near-eternal devils, in order to avoid our sharp edge, he can find a place to rest.

A hundred years is fleeting to them, no matter how powerful we are, as long as the devils are secretly preparing power to return in an era where we are dead, there is nothing we can do. "

Maria slowly told the story of the past, "We realized this and tried to become an eternal existence like the devil, so as to confront them for a long time in the long years and changing times."

"Is this some kind of undead life support facility?"

Burrogo asked, Maria's story reminded him of the wind cellar of Krex's house and the elders hidden in it. Obviously, this strange crowd was much more advanced than the wind cellar.

Those who gain power end up longing for immortality, and Borogo feels a pang of heartfelt sadness at this, which intensifies when he thinks that he, too, is undead.

"No, this is not a life-support facility. From a material point of view, I am actually dead. What appears in front of your eyes is just a model created by everyone based on my memories, behavioral logic, emotional patterns, etc. before I was alive. virtual personality."

Maria raised her feet and crossed her hands on her thighs, "Everyone is mortal, isn't it?"

"That is to say, I'm not Maria, I'm just the 'all' who talks to you as Maria."

Maria's form began to change, and in an instant she turned back into that mass of steel and flesh, with countless masks covering the surface of her skin, but in the next instant, the terrifying monster disappeared, leaving only and she sat down before Bologo.

Burrog nodded stiffly. He probably understood Maria's existence, but he still didn't know the true colors of the crowd.

"It is extremely difficult to preserve a will for a long time. Only the power of the devil can do this, but borrowing the power of the devil obviously violates our original intention."

"We try to achieve immortality with human power, which is obviously impossible, but it is like the immortality that the devil often promises.

What kind of form can be regarded as eternal immortality? "

Once Burlogo could give the answer directly.

Individual immortality.

But after experiencing so many things, Burlogo realized the childishness and ridiculousness of his own ideas, just like a contract full of loopholes, the devil will always fulfill your wishes in treacherous ways.

To become an unshakable sculpture is immortality.

The infinite decay of the body and the inability to die is also eternal life.

Living in stories and wandering in people's memories is also eternal life.

"You can understand the multitude as a man-made, false immortality system."

"The birth of all came from the beginning of the establishment of the Bureau of Order," Maria said of the distant past. "The devil is always threatening the human world. The first generation of the director has been troubled by this for a long time, but he still can't find it. Without borrowing the power of the devil, we can still preserve the power of our will.

Until he dug up this technology from the ruins of the sacred city. "

Burrog was surprised, "The crowd came from King Solomon?"

"King Solomon is a heavenly genius. His creations are so advanced that it is difficult to understand. Sometimes, we also begin to doubt whether King Solomon really made a deal with the devil for forbidden knowledge as rumored.

But think about what it took Solomon to gain such forbidden knowledge. "

Maria fell silent, and Bologo could feel the eyes coming down, not one pair, but many pairs of eyes were looking at him.

The grotesque flesh and blood was bending over to watch him.

The unknowable answer is frightening.

"The first director brought back from the ruins a technology called 'Unity', which can fuse multiple souls... We don't understand what the meaning of this technology is, and we don't know exactly what King Solomon is. What to do with it, from our follow-up research, the technology is still incomplete, lacking data in many key parts.

But for the Bureau of Order at that time, this incomplete technology was enough. With the Hezhong technology as the cornerstone, we gathered many soul wills and integrated them into this body. Through complex alchemy Matrix and potion support to achieve the state of almost immortality as it is today.

The immortality of the group. "

Maria explained the significance of Hezhong Technology from another level.

"Humans die, but monsters don't."

Bologo felt that the atmosphere was a bit oppressive. Looking around, there was still endless darkness, only the dim light behind him, but this light was so weak, like a flickering candle, it would go out as soon as it was blown.

Since the conversation, Nethaniel has stood behind Burrog without saying a word, like a loyal sword guard.

Burrog wished Nethaniel would have something to say.

Only a corner of the answer I was looking forward to was revealed, but it was the amount of information covered by this corner that made Burlog daunted.

"You look a little nervous."

"It's nothing," Burlogo shook his head, "I'm... I'm a person who is prone to overthinking. While you are throwing out the answer, I am analyzing all possibilities, and then calculating bad futures one by one, and how to deal with them way."

Burlog's breath became thicker, and he spoke with difficulty, "Unfortunately, I often don't have any way to deal with it."

"It's a nice trait, the upside is that your thinking is always comprehensive and rigorous, but the downside is that you can easily become anxious under pressure."

Maria's voice became gentle, like a caring elder.

"Want to take a break?"

"No...go on, I want to know more."

Maria complied with Burlogo's request.

"After the people were designed, the first director became No.1 of the fusion, followed by me, and then the previous directors, it integrated our souls into a huge 'spirit', the will to unite It has become a 'heart', and with the full efforts of the sublimation furnace core, it has this ugly 'body' again.

The essence of the crowd is more inclined to an artificial life. "

Burrog was slightly startled. He always thought that Aimu was the first artificial life, but after thinking about it carefully, there was not much difference between the two.

Amy's consciousness comes from Alice's echo, her soul is based on Alice's Philosopher's Stone, and her body is made by the devil at the sacrifice of TEDA.

The will and soul of the people come from the collection of previous bureau chiefs, and the flesh and blood that binds them is this hideous and terrifying huge body.

They all restructured their body, mind, and spirit in different ways. In comparison, all of them are more pure than Aimu, and all of them have not borrowed any power from the devil to maintain their own purity.

"In this way, a monument of flesh and steel, preserving all will and soul was born."

Bologo listened to Maria's words, and after thinking for a while, he asked again, "Did you do all this because you were afraid that you would not survive the devil?"

"We will have successors," said Borrog. "The Bureau of Order will not fall apart because of your death."

For a long time, Bologo has had a deep aversion to immortality, which largely comes from the devil. He will doubt whether he prayed for such power because of his cowardice, and he also hates those who want to live. And unrecognizable guy.

The irony is that Bologo hates the devil, hates the power of undeath, but he needs this power, like a cold black joke.

The ugly posture of the crowd deeply aroused Burogo's vigilance.

"I know we will have successors, but who can guarantee that they will have the same beliefs as us?"

Burrog thinks this is a stupid reason, "Because of doubts about future successors, the threat of the devil, so you desperately want to live forever?"

After talking about Bologo, he regretted it. The pursuit of life is the instinct of every creature. Even if there are no such reasons, the existence of the crowd is completely reasonable.

"Are you familiar with history?"

"I read a lot, but I didn't study it systematically."

Maria asked, "Then you know part of modern history?"

She went on to say, "With the development of the times, people's thoughts will change. People used to be loyal to the king and believed that it was a great honor to die for the king.

But now the monarchy has been abolished in many countries, and the kings have been trampled underfoot and their heads cut off. "

Maria said, "Sometimes I feel that we are like the kings in the story. What if there is some kind of change that can affect the world in the future? What if people in the future don't hate the devil anymore? It is even said that the devil is the king. What should be supported?"

Burlog fell silent, he did not believe there would be such a future,

"The Bureau of Order needs a unified will that will not deteriorate."

Maria stood up, and Bologo raised his head, his copper-green mask condescending, like a majestic bronze giant.

"I know what you're suspicious of. You think it's just a lie we made to survive."

Maria's form began to change, like a broken dream.

"Remember what I said, Bologo.

When I, no... when the directors merged with me, they were already dead, and what you saw was just their avatars. "

Horrible flesh and blood were exposed to Bologo's eyes, and the horrified monster seemed to crawl out of a nightmare.

"To be precise, I am not Maria, nor any of the directors.

I am the many who are united by them. "

A machine-like roar resounded in the bodies of all, it moved its bulky body, and the shadows covered the sky and the sun.

"I am a tool.

A tool to guide the Bureau of Order. "

Pure, perfect, divine tool that never rests or changes.

Burrog heard the murmur of a thousand souls.

(End of this chapter)