Endless Debt.

Under the sad narration in the past, Bologo discovered that the powerful and frightening deputy director is just a mortal in the final analysis, and he also has his own emotions, sorrows and sorrows that cannot be resolved.

It was as if Borrog could resonate with Nethaniel. For this reason, he put down his defenses and vigilance, and in order to understand his own mystery, he showed him the power of sucking souls...

In the days that followed, Burlogo often regretted his reckless behavior.

After seeing the power of Bologo, Nethaniel, who was still recalling the sadness just now, suddenly became furious. Bologo could see the suppressed anger in his eyes, and even said that if it wasn't for that, there would still be Reason restrained him, and Burrog believed that he would be killed by Nethaniel in an instant.

It took Nethaniel a long time to calm down his heart. He didn't say too much to Burrog, but his soft eyes became colder, looking at Burrog as if he was looking at a Like strangers.

"Sorry, Borrog," Nethaniel's voice cooled down, "I need some time to calm down."

Bolog guessed that the rapid change of Nethaniel's mood should be related to his own protection. He waved his hand, and the darkness enveloped Bolog. After a feeling of dizziness, Bolog returned to the familiar gray and white corridor Inside.

It feels good to be down-to-earth, the staff talking at the end of the corridor, the pipes above the head humming, one capsule after another is released, shuttling between the reclamation rooms.

Burrog had a feeling of returning to the world. The breeze brushed his back, and the biting coldness scratched Burrog's spine. Only then did he notice that his back was soaked.

He didn't have any clear perception, but the instinct of the body was as if he had died once, and Burlogo's hands couldn't stop shaking.

"what happened?"

Burrog guessed that the secret war should not be as simple as what Nethaniel told himself. He would not deceive himself, but he must have omitted a lot of content, such as how he killed Xilin.

It was a confusing war, and every participant in the war did not know the truth of the war.

Burrog sat down on the rest chair beside him, and he needed some time to process the tidal wave of information.

What a bad day.

It sucks.

The intelligence of the crowd has not yet been digested, and Burlogo knows the identity of the astronaut again.

Burrog hung his head, and suddenly he laughed to himself, so abruptly that the clerk who had just passed by was startled.

"Bad day."

Burrog murmured, "It sounds so familiar..."

In Burlog's life, whenever he thought the present was bad enough, there was always something worse waiting for him.

Should it be said that human beings really have an indestructible resilience? Whenever Burlogo is about to fail, he always survives and then meets greater challenges.

Rubbing his head vigorously, Bologo had another idea. Should he die now, reach the void, and question the astronauts face to face?

No, that guy won't see himself.

Burrog had died many times since the last time we met, but each time he was unable to stay in the void for long, let alone preserve much of his memory.

In the nothingness, the astronaut is the absolute master. He can remember as much information as he wants him to remember. If he tells himself to go, he must go.

Almost like a king.

Bologo stopped breathing for a moment, and the excitement and restlessness that had been suppressed with great difficulty surged up again. He looked around, stood up in a panic, and ran all the way in the corridor.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Bologo ran too fast, with gusts of wind, he accidentally bumped into a passing employee, the file bag fell to the ground, and white paper was scattered everywhere.

He didn't have time to stop. A new idea squeezed through the information of the hosts and the astronauts, and slowly grew and thrived until it burst into Burrog's mind.

Bologo is different from people in this world. He has the memory of "previous life" and knows a lot of knowledge beyond human cognition.

Scholars are now trying to use fireworks and steel to send magnificent creations into the sky and break through the shackles of the sky. They are curious about the world beyond the sky, eager to know a little bit.

That is incomparably precious knowledge, and Bologo is no stranger to it. In the memory of his "previous life", he has already experienced all of this.

Burrog knew what was beyond the sky, and he also knew what the world beyond the end of the sky looked like. His knowledge surpassed everything in this era, and others didn't know it.

Others can't guess, but I shouldn't be like this!
A gray world of nothingness.

Broken and suspended boulders.

The realm is like a king.

Bologo felt that he could hardly breathe. He rushed out of the Order Bureau in one breath and stood on the busy street.

The meeting with the crowd has consumed too much time. Now it is approaching evening, the sun sinks below the horizon, and the blood-colored setting sun paints most of the sky, but on the other side of the sky, there are cold tones, from light blue to blue The blackness began to gradually fade, and twinkling stars could be vaguely seen.

Burrog should have thought of it, he should have thought of it!
He doesn't know whether there is a world after death in this world, but Bologo understands that he does not have the nature of death, so is the world he arrived after death really the world after death?Or is it a subjective, self-righteous cognition?

Bologo slowly raised his head, looking at the bright spot of light hidden among the clouds, he murmured.

"You're looking at me, aren't you?"

Burrog's laughter gradually distorted.

"Yeah, the astronauts should be on the sky."

The angle of view keeps rising, crossing the buildings, passing through the sea of ​​clouds, and even breaking through the shackles of gravity, reaching the outside world.

On the gray earth, inside the huge crater, the astronauts, as always, sat leisurely on the chairs, watching the pictures on the screen.

With the help of the huge machine like a mountain, the astronauts can spy on the changes in the concentration of ether in the whole world, and the surge of ether paints a painting like a weather map.

The astronaut picked up the note and compared the date on the note with the picture currently displayed on the screen.

"Hmm... the number of ether vortexes has increased by a few percentage points compared to before."

With just a glance, astronauts can process this complex information, which is no problem for the devil.

"The concentration of ether is still rising..."

Astronauts scribbled and changed their notes, writing line after line.

"What is this?"

Another voice sounded, and there were few visitors in the void.

Belphegor picked up an alarm clock. Its case was made of solid iron and looked very durable. It seemed to be made for users who want to wake up, and it was strong enough to withstand many times of beatings.

The hands on the alarm clock turned so slowly that it could be said to have stopped completely. The hands hovered a few minutes before midnight, and all the hands could be unified as long as they were moved a little.

Turning the alarm clock over, Belphegor saw a line of information, from production date to manufacturing company, production batch and other information.

"Are you trying to maintain a good schedule? You even bought an alarm clock,"

Belphegor knew that the things that could appear here would not be simple things, he joked, "Where did you buy them?"

The astronaut said casually, "Oath City Opals, Shenbei District, there is a thrift store called 'Charlie's House'."

Burlogo had lived in Shenbay before he moved in with Palmer, and Charlie's was a frequent shop for Burlogo, where he got many of his records.

"Don't break it, this thing is an old thing."

"I see." Belphegor noticed a line of small words on the back of the alarm clock, "Souvenirs for the first anniversary of the end of Scorched Wrath? Can this kind of thing be sold as souvenirs?"

The astronaut said, "Doesn't its appearance represent its value? You must know that this thing is very valuable for collection now."

"Then...then what's the point of it here?"

Belphegor asked, and then he noticed that the hands on the dial had almost stopped, almost overlapping, pointing the hour hand to midnight.

He could feel that the pointer was not standing still, but moving forward at an almost imperceptible speed.

"Countdown."

The astronaut waved the note in his hand, "According to the current rising speed of ether concentration, count down when it will reach the critical value."

"Doomsday Clock?"

Belphegor's voice became excited, and he continued, "It's a great idea to count down to the end with a souvenir of peace!"

He liked the naughty idea, and after carefully putting the alarm clock back in place, Belphinger sat next to the astronaut and looked at the screen with him.

"So did you find it?"

The astronaut shook his head, "Not yet, the rise in ether concentration has also covered it."

"We're running out of time, and as the aether concentration rises, it's only going to get more and more stealthy," Belfinger said.

"Don't worry, don't we have another way to find it?"

The astronaut said softly, "Completely defeat the other blood relatives and take away their authority."

Belphegor was silent for a while, then he said, "Are you kidding? If this solution can solve the problem, why are we still fighting for so long?"

The disputes among the devils seem crazy, but they have always maintained a state of extreme restraint. They allow the existence of winners, but they will never allow a devil king who can crush other devils to appear. Once there is such a sign, the other devils They will attack in groups to prevent anyone from breaking this fragile balance.

"If this method is possible, why did you and King Solomon fail so badly when the Holy City fell?"

Belphegor whispered, he put away his playful attitude, and his expression became serious.

The cooperation with the astronauts and the step-by-step realization of the plan made Belphegor a little too lax, completely forgetting what kind of trouble the astronauts almost made decades ago.

"You tried to create a crowned one to break the balance, defeat all the chosen ones, and make yourself the last winner, the last king of demons... You also saw your end, scorched earth and destruction, and now you want to do it again Breaking the balance?"

"The crowned one? The king of demons? Interesting..."

The astronaut didn't answer Belphegor's question directly, but just smiled casually, as if Belphegor had just told a funny joke.

"The balance has to be maintained," Belfinger emphasized.

"I see."

The astronaut turned his head, and the golden mirror reflected Belphegor's rapidly changing, myriad features.

"We each bear different original sins, but what matters is power, not the will to dominate power," Belphegor whispered, "You don't want to be replaced, do you?"

The astronaut didn't pick up Belphegor's words, but said something else.

"We have different original sins and seem to have huge differences, but in fact we all have the same commonality, that is the fear of disappearance."

The astronaut raised his head and looked at the blue and clear planet.

"In the past years, even if we had a little bit of courage to destroy the balance of checks and balances between each other and compete for a real devil king, this dispute would not have to continue until now."

The astronaut shook his head, "Unfortunately, we have not yet reached such a consensus."

Belphegor remained silent, and he turned to look at the alarm clock. The moment Belphegor saw the alarm clock, the slender second hand moved forward by one frame.

The predicted doomsday moves forward.

……

Nethaniel never thought that he would return to the Hall of Inversion so soon. He once again faced the huge crowd in the darkness. This time, Netanir did not have the slightest awe, but yelled at the darkness.

"Xilin has the same power and protection as Bologo!"

Nethaniel said loudly, but everyone remained strangely silent, the four masks did not change at all, and all virtual personalities were in a deep sleep.

"Answer me, all."

Nethaniel suppressed his grief and resentment, "We have never been able to figure out how Xilin rose, and why it suddenly invaded the Bureau of Order.

Now everything became clear, behind him stood a devil, a devil named Leviathan! "

Nethaniel had only read about Leviathan’s protection in books, and there was a huge gap between the text and the reality, so he didn’t realize it during the battle with Xilin, but now when he saw it up close After witnessing this power, all the clues are connected together, and the memories are linked together, piecing together the cruel truth.

"It was he who made Cyrin to do it, and now he has sent his chosen one, Borogo Lazarus."

The more Nethaniel thought, the more fear he felt. As a Glorious One, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

"We actually included Burlog as a team member..."

Nethaniel's voice trembled. He hated the power of the devil, but he didn't hate Borrog, who he knew was also a victim of pain.

If Burlog had known, he would never have shown himself that power with a look of stupidity.

This is not the end of thoughts, as Nethaniel said, if the devil gave Xilin all the help, then what about the power of the suspected mighty overlord?
Is that terrifying alchemy matrix far beyond human cognition also a gift from the devil?
Why hasn't such an alchemy matrix appeared in the king's secret sword since Xilin?

Why does the exiled second faction have the power to develop such an alchemy matrix?
is the devil.

The devil fills in all the logic that the story lacks.

Now that this gift has been handed over to Burrog, when he realized this possibility, the Burrog in front of Nethaniel's eyes changed, and he became another familiar figure.

Xilin Kogadel.

As if Xilin was sitting in front of his eyes, he was covered in the blood of his colleagues, and he laughed loudly at himself.

Nethaniel remembered the joy of the sublimation furnace core after Burrog successfully implanted the alchemy matrix. They said that the Bureau of Order had its own overlord.

Yes, they do have another overlord, in every sense of the word.

Xilin took away too many precious things from Nethaniel. He hated that man, together with the devil behind him. For a moment, Nethaniel even wanted to kill Bologo.

He gave up.

It wasn't that Nethaniel possessed mercy, but that he realized that such an act was pointless.

Burrog is immortal.

What could be more hopeless than an undead overlord?
Nethaniel's eyes fell on the ground, slowly moved up, and finally landed on the body of the crowd, the first mask made of gears and brass on the trunk.

The original director of the Bureau of Order, Albert Alfredo, was the one who planned all this.

It was he who ordered the containment of Bellogo, and many years later, and the multitude constructed by him, ordered Bologo to be released.

Everything is so ingenious.

Reminiscent of Xilin's aggressive attack, he had a better way to defeat the Bureau of Order, but he wanted to use this suicide method to attack.

Could it be that Xilin did it on purpose?

Such thoughts flashed through Nethaniel's mind.

For some reason, Xilin "recklessly" fell into the enemy's camp and died in battle, just to preserve this alchemy matrix and hand it over to Bologo in the future...

All gifts have a price. Could it be that the devil gave Xilin his rise and then led him to destruction.

Everyone is an insignificant pawn.

Logical enough to dispel anyone's suspicions to keep the real purpose in the shadows.

No one would have guessed that Xilin's death in battle was for such a purpose, no one would have guessed.

Even the devil does.

Nethaniel stared at the mask that represented the original director. The gears on the mask meshed with each other. Just like the series of events that happened in the past years, they were interlocked like gears, precise, interlaced, and operated until a certain A magnificent machine was launched.

The auditory hallucination of mechanical roar came from his ear, and Nethaniel knew that the evil machine had started.

"If... if all this is part of a conspiracy," Nethaniel murmured, "what are our sacrifices?"

The bloody secret war was just a show, a posturing to conceal its real purpose.

Nethaniel thought of her. Did she know about such a plan?If she knew, what kind of mood should she face death with?

Strong emotions ran amok in his body, and even caused Nethaniel to have a physiological reaction, his stomach was overwhelmed, and there was a faint sharp pain in his heart. He hadn't experienced this for many years. It stands to reason that the etheric body should completely block That's the right feeling.

Looking up, the gods that Nethaniel prayed for finally answered.

The flesh and blood shell unfolded, and her figure appeared amidst the crimson. At the same time, the four masks arranged in a row also unfolded at this time, and the countless masks extending above the branches also shimmered.

It was as if thousands of people whispered to Nethaniel.

They said together.

"Rule one, unity."