Chapter 1090 Regret

As one devil after another retreats, the scattered forces are gathering together again, until the only winner emerges, collects all the scarlet runes, unifies the broken forces, and regains the power of the gods.

Now that Leviathan has gained the power of arrogance and rage, Beelzebub and Mammon are hostile to him, Asmodeus has been captured again, and the only devil left on the sidelines is Belphegor.

Belphegor's body was filled with restless eyes.

"Are you going to take action against Belphegor?" Bologg's attitude became tougher. "You have to know that he is now protected by the Bureau of Order."

It sounds ironic that the devil is protected by humans.

Bologger thought that maybe this was the real purpose of Leviathan's conversation. Whether it was the crowned person or the victory of the dispute, that was something that existed in the future after all. But now, Belphegor's authority and original sin were being reclaimed.

That's the top priority.

"You want me to help you break into the Bureau of Order and seize Belphegor's power?" Bologger immediately refused, "This is absolutely impossible."

Since the establishment of the Bureau of Order, this silent fortress has only been captured once by the overlord Xilin. Bologg did not experience that war personally, but he saw the scars left by that war in the Bureau of Order. Bologg absolutely

Don't allow this to happen a second time.

"Don't be nervous, Boluogo."

Leviathan signaled Boluogo to relax, "Are you going to attack the Bureau of Order directly? That would be crazy. I don't have that plan yet."

"not to mention……"

Leviathan drew out his tone and asked, "Why do you think all problems need to be solved with swords?"

"Why, what do you want to do without the sword?"

Burlogo was indeed influenced by Palmer, and even when he mocked people, he was exactly the same as Palmer.

He imitated Leviathan's tone, "Go and negotiate with Belphegor. Either take the initiative to hand over your power, or fight a war and then hand over your power?"

Bologger didn't know what Belphegor had done in the past, but at least from what he knew, Belphegor was the most harmless of the devils.

Ever since he met him, Belphegor had been nesting in that dark cinema, watching the ups and downs of the world like a voyeur.

Belphegor is a harmless devil, and at the same time, he is also an easy-to-control devil.

Controlling a devil may sound arrogant, but it is an indisputable fact.

"What do you want to do..." Leviathan closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "How about blackmailing him with the things he loves?"

Leviathan showed that cruel smile again, "Belphegor himself knows very well that in this dispute, he is destined to be the loser. The only difference is when he withdraws."

"There is no hope of victory, so the only thing that can support him is the thing he loves."

Boluogo whispered, "Endless poetry."

Leviathan showed approval in his eyes, and at this moment, his evil feelings as a devil were fully revealed.

As a devil, there were not many things that Belphegor loved, and endless poetry was one of them. It was not a specific poem, but an infinite history, a miracle that he witnessed with his own eyes, and a pure story.

To be honest, it is hard to imagine that a devil would have such noble and beautiful pursuits, which would sometimes make Boluogo forget his evil nature.

"You don't have to worry about these things, Boluogo. I will pick you up personally when the time comes."

Leviathan said, and suddenly came to Boluogo's side, with that weird smile still on his face, "As for now, the only thing you have to do is to recuperate, sharpen your sword, and file your claws.

."

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Boluogo's forehead.

"You still have many battles to fight next."

In an instant, a strong sense of detachment erupted from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. It felt like he was in a whirlpool from which he could not escape, and his body and mind were twisted, rolled, and dragged into the abyss of chaos.

Boluogo's vision quickly dimmed, and the sounds around him became blurry and distant. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sea of ​​darkness, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape.

A slight glimmer of light rose at the end of the darkness, and Boluogo stretched out his hand to grab it with all his strength.

Light returns.

Bologg blinked and sat on the chair with a blank look on his face. After being sluggish for half a minute, his stiff eyes slowly moved up and observed the surroundings. Bologg had already escaped from the void.

time and returned to his office.

It seemed as if everything just now was a dream.

He touched his body, and found that the horrific injuries suffered when he committed suicide had long since healed, and the flesh foam and blood stains splattered around him had disappeared. However, his clothes were in tatters, like pieces of rag hanging on his body, with sharp bite sticks.

In one corner, the blade is as smooth as a mirror.

"what are you doing!"

The sound of rebuke shattered the tranquility, and Boluogo turned his head, only to see the Freyas looking at him angrily.

That's right, it's Freyas.

As Bologg woke up, Freya passed through the wall one by one and appeared in front of Bologg. Everyone had different expressions, but they were all filled with resentment towards Bologg.

"Hug...sorry."

Thinking of what he had done, Bologo said with embarrassment that he had become accustomed to committing suicide to meet Leviathan, and the people around him obviously could not accept this behavior, even the conscious Freyas.

In order to change the subject as quickly as possible, Bologo asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

The Freyas did not answer Bolog's question, but asked aggressively.

"signal!"

Boluogo's expression twitched and he said with a slight embarrassment.

"Grey fog, industry..."

Freya and others kicked their noses and raised their eyebrows, "Not enough momentum!"

Boluogo had a gloomy face and struggled to adjust his tone and said, "Grey fog! Industry! Delicious shrimp crackers!"

Hearing such an answer, Freya's faces showed a smirk, and then they pointed to the alarm clock on the wall. The elapsed time was the same as Boluogo expected. It seemed that the time between the void and the material world

The flow rate is consistent.

Before, Bologo would not have cared about such details, but as secrets were revealed one after another, he was full of awe of Leviathan, and no one knew what else Leviathan was hiding.

Boluogo closed his eyes and leveled his chair, "Huh... I'm sorry, please let me be quiet for a while."

Freya and the others looked at each other. Boluogo looked extremely tired at this time, exuding a dejected atmosphere. This was obviously an abnormal thing. You must know that he had just beheaded Tonton a few hours ago.

Throat of the Abyss became the hero of the Bureau of Order.

"Oh well."

Freya and the others chose to let Bologg go first, sinking into the wall one by one, leaving Bologg with a quiet private space.

Sighing echoed in the narrow space, Boluogo pinched the bridge of his nose hard, and in the corner of his vision, a bright orange appeared at some point.

It was a note posted on his desk, written in crooked handwriting.

"Enjoy the quiet life you have left."

Bologg stared at these words for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed and stood up. Darkness enveloped him. When the light came, Bologg had appeared at the door of the Bureau of Order.

The streets of Oath City Opos are as busy as ever, with people coming and going, and traffic flowing continuously. Looking to the far north, the sacred tree of light stands silently. At the street corner, many citizens are looking at it with enthusiasm.

As the night went on, the city became more chaotic and turbulent. Bologg could hear the piercing sound of alarm bells ringing continuously, and could also hear the roars and beatings of thugs coming from the shadows.

Boluogo couldn't help but murmured as he felt the cold evening breeze coming towards him.

"It's been a long day."

…

A quiet life.

Bologg didn't know what method Leviathan used to leave such a note for himself, but the words on it, that "quiet life", were like a curse, lingering in Bologg's mind.

, echoing endlessly.

Even after a night, when Bologo woke up from his sleep and sat naked on the soft mattress, these words still lingered around him.

Boluogo looked at the bright curtains illuminated by the sun. He felt a little headache. The room was quiet, as if he was the only one at home.

Yes, there's only one Bologna.

After the long day yesterday, Boluogo did not immediately report the information to the decision-making room as usual, nor did he go to his friends to talk about his troubles.

Boluogo just walked into the crowded street alone and returned home alone.

Jeffrey called Bologg. His voice was extremely excited, telling him about Bologg's bravery.

He said, "You know? Now half of the Bureau of Order knows that you killed that monster. In less than half a day, half of the forces in the extraordinary world will know this. The remaining half of the day will be left for the Kogadel Empire to ferment.

Go for it!”

It can be heard that Jeffrey is indeed very happy, and even extremely proud. After all, the newcomer Boluogo was trained under him as an intern. Now Boluogo has not only become a Glorious One, but also miraculously killed

After the disaster in this world, the morale of the entire Order Bureau has never been higher. Even the haze of the Great Rift has been washed away a lot.

"Of course, I'm famous."

On the phone, Boluogo joked with Jeffrey in a relaxed tone.
To be continued...