Endless Debt.

Is it a fall?Or rise?

Bologo couldn't tell his own state at the moment, his consciousness became extremely hazy, like he was on the edge of a dream, wandering between waking and sinking, in order to maintain the existence of self-knowledge, Bologo had spent all of his energy, let alone to observe the surrounding situation.

Waves of warm currents swept across his body, and Burlogo felt that he was soaking in the sea and drifting with the current.

Theoretically, Bologo's body remained in the real dimension, that is, the physical world, and his heart and spirit jumped into another dimension, ascending to the etheric plane.

Bologo guessed that he should be in some kind of spirit state, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely saw his body being pieced together little by little.

Rather than patching together, it was more like gradually condensing. His lower limbs were a blurry black shadow at the moment. Looking at the posture that Burlogo subconsciously recognized as himself, he was covered with the familiar uniform of the Bureau of Order.

Burrog turned from a black shadow into a real individual, condensed in the etheric realm.

"The debtor's gift comes from the devil, so the connection between the debtor and the devil is like the umbilical cord between the baby and the mother. We call it the 'umbilical cord'."

Mamo's voice sounded beside her ears, like a chaotic raving in sleep.

"The power of Sublimation comes from the secret source. Correspondingly, Sublimation and the secret source also have some kind of mysterious connection with each other. This kind of resonance in the dark, we call it 'entanglement'."

Burrog tried to swim up, but he couldn't muster any strength, and it was very difficult to maintain his will in the etheric realm.

"The umbilical cord can make the debtor keenly perceive everything related to the devil, and the depth of the entanglement determines whether the sublimation can have a complete projection in the etheric realm.

The special feature of this stage of the power bearer is that when you are promoted to this stage, your entanglement with the secret source will reach a critical point.

The more advanced the desublimator is, the deeper the entanglement is, which will also determine whether you can maintain the existence of self-will in the etheric world, have a complete projection, and distinguish it from those unconscious ghosts. "

Bologo looked down into the turbid dark blue darkness, it really looked like a deep seabed, and he could see that there were countless black shadows under his body, and each black shadow represented a person. A Sublimator who is connected to the Secret Source.

Not just Sublimers.

All human beings with golden souls seem to have the projection of their souls here, but their entanglement is too shallow, and they cannot condense their real forms in the etheric realm.

The entanglement between Bologo and the secret source is very deep. When he was promoted to a believer, Bologo could have self-awareness and even take some actions in the ether world. More than that, Bologo met the A blazing storm, in which someone's memory was acquired.

The memory of someone lost in the mystical source.

Recalling all this, Burlogo can still feel deep fear. If it weren't for the astronaut's shot, Burlogo really didn't think he could escape from it.

You know, in this higher dimension, immortality means nothing.

Consciousness gradually became clearer, and Bologo's turbid and distorted form became closer to a real person. His appearance and posture at the moment were Bologo's subconscious self-cognition.

Wearing the work uniform of the Bureau of Order, with combed hair and tied tail, except that he does not often carry weapons, Burogo's current spiritual state is no different from himself in the material world.

Burrog had form and enough will to wake up, and he felt an irresistible squeeze from all directions.

In this turbid sea of ​​gestation, he has a complete and actionable projection, which is essentially different from those shadows that are blurred and unable to condense a complete projection.

Under the heavy pressure, Bologo continued to rise, and was squeezed out of the sea of ​​gestation.

The whole person was ejected from the sea, without any splash... Bologo was not sure if this was the sea. He just used similar things in his cognition to refer to these unknown existences, so as to make it easier for him to understand they exist.

Looking around, a familiar scene came into view. Countless frozen figures stood on the endless vast ice field. The blazing storm was like a scorching sun falling on the earth, and the rising flames connected the sky and the earth.

Bologo came to this strange place again, relying on the operation of Mamo's special rituals and equipment, this time Bologo actually completely recorded the process of his own projection materialization. You must know that the last time he had cognition, he had already Appeared on the ice field, there is no memory of just being in the sea at all.

Looking under him, the water surface had frozen the moment Bologo left the sea. Bologo squatted down to wipe off the snow and dust on the solid ice. He could vaguely see countless black shadows in the dimness. It is the drowned dead, scrambling to get out of the water.

A bright light approached, illuminating the dark seabed, and also illuminating the trillions of black shadows piled up like a sea of ​​sand at the end of Burrog's field of vision.

They were densely packed and as numerous as a cow's hair, almost filling the bottom of the sea. It was hard for Bologo to imagine how much they had accumulated. What he could see now was only a small part of the surface. There are several thousand meters in height.

Burrog recalled all the speculation Mamo had raised with him before the ceremony began.

"Maybe... maybe we humans don't just exist in the material world."

"What do you mean?"

Bologo couldn't understand Mamo's words at the first time, he was clearly in this material world, down-to-earth, feeling the reality.

"I've always wondered, where do our souls go after we die?

I don't understand this question, but the appearance of the original things undoubtedly proves that, in fact, human beings are very likely to have no souls. life has become closely related. "

"I put forward the hypothesis that we humans live in the material world, but our souls appear in both the material world and the etheric world at the same time... We are like fish living in the sea, everyone has a fish in their mouths. With a fishing line, this fishing line is our soul, which connects us, the physical world and the etheric world.

When a person dies, his body sinks to the bottom of the sea and dies in the material world, his heart is also annihilated, and his soul will return to the upper ether world with the rising hook. "

Mamo summed up his hypothesis.

"Each of us, all of us, all those who have golden souls, we all have our own soul projections in the etheric realm, the more advanced we are, the stronger our souls are, and the more real our projections in the etheric realm are. specific."

According to Mamo's hypothesis, Bologo thought of his idea just now, is the endless figure below the projection of human existence in the material world, where all people have golden souls?
The totality of human souls not yet ascended, liberated.

The vast majority of human beings are not sublimers, and they cannot use the alchemy matrix to strengthen their souls, so their projections are so blurred.

Through the promotion ceremony and deep entanglement, Bologo's projection in the ether world was completely condensed, and a spirit body that could act was born. , got complete relief.

Bologo had a clearer understanding of this weird and blurred ether world, and then the dazzling glare shone on Bologo's eyes. It hurt deeply, and tears flowed.

The blazing storm was close at hand, like a light-forged tsunami with a height of [-] meters pushing flat on the ice sheet.

It is far away from Bologo, so far that it cannot be touched, but it seems to be very close to Bologo, as if it will come to Bologo in the next second, and evaporate him into nothingness.

Bologo suddenly thought, since the dark shadows in the sunken sea below may represent the projection of the souls of all human beings, what about this blazing storm?Could it also be a projection of something, or some kind of strange power that exists entirely in the etheric realm.

"Secret source..."

Burrog murmured.

Everything in the ether world is unknown, but at this moment, relying on previous experience and intuition, Bologo speculates that this never-ending blazing storm may be the secret source of countless alchemists chasing and the source of all sublimation .

Not speculation, but certainty.

"So, if you are the source, what are they?"

Bologo turned and looked back, and he saw the black and twisted figures once again. They were so tall, like continuous mountains, like a white storm, almost occupying half of the world.

At the moment of staring at the darkness, the darkness also cast its gaze on Bologo. The scarlet eyes and thousands of eyes opened in the darkness like red stars, and the evil whisper came from the howling wind, like ancient times. The chanting prayers of the hermit monks.

Those are by no means pious and holy words, but chants full of filth, evil, and turbid words.

"Bologo Lazarus."

"The Immortal."

"The Sword of Return in Scorched Wrath."

When he was promoted to a believer and arrived at the etheric world, Bologo could only feel the strange aura in these strange mountain shadows, but this time he could hear countless whispers lingering in his ears.

It was as if a thousand ghosts surrounded Borrog, vying for the wretched soul of his wretch.

"Just as the blind see the light, the deaf hear the rhythm."

Bologo half-kneeled down, while enduring the murmur and bewitchment, he was still analyzing calmly.

As one's soul grows and the projection in the etheric realm gradually becomes real and concrete, he can also perceive more complex information in the etheric realm.

Previously, I could only see the existence of these hundreds of eyes and thousands of eyes, but now I can already hear their words.

The projections that cannot condense into entities are frozen in the sunken sea. They are protected by the ice sheet barrier, and they cannot see the existence of these hundreds of eyes and thousands of eyes, and the hundreds of eyes and thousands of eyes cannot interfere with these muddy projections.

Now that Bologl has a spirit body operating in the etheric realm, he will also be affected by these forces.

Burrogo whispered, "Too close . . . too close."

Just like heading towards the sun, you can feel the warmth that dispels the cold, and you will also bear the fire that burns everything. While gaining power, Bologo will also get lost in this place.

The strong wind rolled up the snow and dust, passing along the side of Boluoge, and hung a thick layer of ice on him. Boluoge stood up suddenly, facing the ridicule of the hundred-eyed thousand-eyed they yelled.

"Is it you!"

The condensed darkness squirmed violently, and they collapsed and turned into seven towering shadows that supported the sky and the earth. Countless eyes hung down from above, like spotlights, staring at Bologo.

They have already given the answer.

"Demons cannot interfere with the physical plane...for they do not exist in the physical plane," Borrog said to himself, "because you, like the source, are in the etheric plane."

As if responding to Burrogo, the towering shadows united again, and a jet-black umbilical cord was ejected like lightning. Burrogo tried to avoid it, but when he moved his body, he found that he was already entangled by the umbilical cord. live.

umbilical cord.

In Burogo's abdomen, there was also a dark umbilical cord popping up.

The shadows weren't trying to catch Burrog, who was already in their clutches, and all they had to do now was reconnect Burrog's umbilical cord.

The two umbilical cords approached quickly, and then became entangled together, becoming one.

The crazy power invaded Bologo's body directly along the umbilical cord. In an instant, Bologo saw crazy images that overlapped and flickered. Like a prophetic dream, Bologo saw countless dark and hopeless futures.

own future.

The alchemy matrix was completely torn apart, and solid cement was poured on it.

Bologo saw that he had lost all his strength and was thrown into the deep sea. The pressure of hundreds of millions of pascals was squeezed on the sarcophagus. Bologo would die countless times in the dark deep sea. Returning again and again, until the day the sea dries up, can be freed.

"Ha ha……"

Bologo gasped in pain, another ending followed, that was the churning lava, the hot magma wrapped Bologo's body, he died and lived again, and the cycle of resurrection was postponed towards infinity.

One tragic ending after another emerged in front of Bologo, telling him that eternal life is not a gift, but a ticket for Bologo to enjoy eternal torture.

"Bologo...Bologo..."

Several voices called to him, and Burrog raised his hand and grabbed the umbilical cord, and felt a large piece of warm tar in his palm.

There was a sound of slow water flow, and sea tide-like tar overflowed from under the shadows, covering the vast ice sheet, covering up the blazing light, as well as the countless black shadows under the ice surface and in the sinking sea.

Burrog tried to struggle, but he seemed to have lost all his strength and became extremely weak. He fell to his knees, and with the recovery of the umbilical cord, he was dragged to the end of the shadow little by little, where there was blood The pot has a big mouth, waiting to be eaten.

Leaving a drag trail of tar on the ground, Burrog's face was pressed against the ice, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated into the depths of his soul.

Bologo had no ability to resist all of this, and he felt a sense of despair for a while.

"I'm so sorry..."

Boluogo muttered, the etheric world is much more dangerous than he imagined, and when he has a complete projection, the Hundred Eyes and Thousand Eyes can also hurt him.

Now Bologo no longer expects the rescue of the astronauts. If his guess is correct, the astronauts will also be part of this huge shadow.

devil.

These endless shadows are the projections of the devils in the etheric world. As for the devils that Bologo saw in the material world, they are just their infinitely weakened essence after limiting and compressing their own power.

The devils are imprisoned in this desolate etheric world, and they want to really step into the material world, not act in the form of a carrier, let alone be confined to their own country.

Bologo became more desperate than ever. He wanted to bring the information back to the material world and warn the Bureau of Order, but now he couldn't do anything, he could only watch himself gradually disappear into the shadows.

It's so sad.

In the past millennia, Borrog may have been the first to touch the secret.

Burrog knew why.

It is very difficult to recognize the existence of the ether world. The number of times each sublimation person can reach the ether world is limited. Only in the promotion ceremony can he briefly contact it, which directly limits the number of times each person can reach the ether world. The Sublimer's exploration of the etheric realm.

In addition to the limit of times, there is also the limit of wanting to form a complete projection in the ether world.

The most basic requirement is the need for a strong soul, enough to free oneself from the sinking sea. To have such a strong soul, at least the level of the power bearer is required.

However, not all power-lovers have uniform and strong souls, not to mention, not all sublimation people can be promoted to power-lovers, which further limits the number of explorations.

ether concentration.

In the past years, the concentration of ether was far less than that of the era in which Bologo lived, not to mention the advanced nature of the alchemy matrix.

Only in this era of rapidly rising ether concentration and the advanced development of the alchemy matrix, this era when Borrog returned from the black prison, did it become possible to explore the ether world.

As fate would have it, it was during this age that Burrog would learn the secrets of the etheric realm.

Like a heavy shackle, it seems that there is a force that has set up this heavy restriction in an extremely ingenious way, so as to prevent the sublimation person from knowing the ether world.

What secret they want to hide, Bologo has no way of knowing, he stretched out his hand indiscriminately, trying to grab something to stop the dragging of the umbilical cord, but apart from the fine snow dust, Bologo couldn't find anything. Can't catch it.

His nails couldn't hold onto the smooth ice, and Burrog could only hammer on it indiscriminately until the darkness engulfed him bit by bit...

Until a ray of blazing white light illuminated Burlog's eyes.

Burrog got it, got hold of something incredibly slender.

With hope, Bologo raised his head, and he saw the light in his hand.

It was a ribbon made of countless shimmering silk threads extending from the blazing storm. They were wrapped around Borrog's arms like hair, and seemed to have vitality Generally, they continued to crawl along Burrog's arms until the hair wrapped around most of Burrog's body.

From the devil's umbilical cord.

A tangle from a hidden source.

Umbilical cord with tangles.

These two terms generally refer to the connection between the dark and the dark, and they also have real projections in the etheric world.

As the shadows tugged at Birogo, the Source of Eternal Silence reached out, and the extended tangle caught Birogo.

Like a tug-of-war, where light and darkness are fighting, Borrog's body is tense, and there is an unstoppable pain in the depths of his soul. He feels that he is about to be torn in two.

A blazing tsunami descended, illuminating more figures frozen on the ice, and then Burrog realized something.

This is a completely dark world, and shadows are the real masters. Instead, this blazing storm is like an intruder. It disperses the darkness with light and protects the sinking sea.

The darkness is continuous and envelops everything.

A long and deep moan sounded, and a heavy rusty anchor broke through the darkness, hitting the ice field like a meteor. The connection of the umbilical cord to the burrogo.

The pulling force from the shadow disappeared, and the tangle quickly recovered Borrog. Without any power to resist, he was directly dragged into the blazing storm.

From the shadows came meaningless snarls and roars, while the anchor dragged back into the darkness, and words of contempt echoed through the etheric realm.

"Blind and stupid beasts..."