When Boluogo returned to the Bureau of Order, the sky had darkened, but the night did not cover the earth again like in the past. In the far north, the tree of light stood unobstructed, and the endless glow followed.
With the ether pouring out of the Great Rift, it spreads all over the world.
The auroras floated like silk, illuminating most of the sky.
Boluogo did not marvel at or be in awe of this beautiful scenery like others. Unlike these ignorant people, Boluogo knew what kind of twisted evil was hidden under the seemingly sacred towering tree.
Boluogo said casually, "There are many new faces."
When he was at the intersection, Boluogo noticed this. Among the logistics staff in charge of the scene, there were many newcomers who had just joined the industry.
It's not that Boluogo remembered everyone's name, but he could feel the youthfulness and unfamiliarity in these people, and he almost had the word "newcomer" written on his face.
"Yes, the Bureau of Order has been continuously expanding its manpower. As the situation becomes more serious and the war approaches, the threshold for our recruitment is also lowered little by little," Palmer explained, "Even college students are coming.
We have an internship here.”
The sacred tree of light couldn't help but come to mind, and Palmer continued to sigh, "Suddenly something like this happened, I guess the Bureau of Order's actions will become bigger and bigger, and maybe they will directly recruit troops...
…the one who conquers Ninghua.”
Boluogo remained silent and did not answer.
The leisurely chatting time was over, and both of them got away from the short leisure and headed towards their respective accusations. They walked side by side without saying a word until they came to a fork in the road, where they stopped.
Palmer said, "I need to go back and report on the Maw."
Boluogo nodded, "I just want to report what I saw and heard today."
Palmer hesitated for a moment, and a complicated expression flashed across his face. He put on a familiar smile and raised his hand to say goodbye.
Boluogo asked, "What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it."
Palmer's smile stiffened, and his eyes wandered around in embarrassment, looking a little embarrassed.
"I...I want to ask what happened."
The sudden towering tree of light caught everyone's attention, even Palmer was no exception.
Now, the connection between the Bureau of Order and the North is being re-established bit by bit. In the intermittent contact, there is not much useful information. Just when everyone is confused, Boluo Ge has just come back from there in person and is riding in Tunyuan.
Hitchhiking in the throat.
"If this involves confidentiality regulations..."
Burlogo interrupted Palmer, "That big crack is the product of the devils' strife."
Palmer was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.
"To tell it in detail, it's a bit too complicated, and...and there are indeed many beings involved," Bologg apologized, "But what I can tell you is that there is nothing wrong with Morrowind Stronghold, and the disaster has not broken out here.
Within Fengyuan Highlands.”
Hearing this answer, Palmer finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how heartless he was, he still felt uneasy looking at the tree of light near his hometown.
"We are still partners," Boluogo then emphasized, "you don't need to worry so much."
"Oh...oh, isn't this about obeying the one-time rule?"
Palmer's awkward, embarrassed and embarrassed look just now seemed like an illusion. He became careless again and waved his hands to Boluogo again and again.
"Then I'll leave first."
Burlogo watched Palmer disappear at the end of the corridor, and he also gradually put away the false smile on his face.
Unlike Palmer, Burlogo couldn't laugh.
The cheers given to Boluogo by the logistics staff just now really inspired Boluogo. He felt the realization and recognition of his self-worth, which once again solidified his original intention.
But the more this happened, the harder it was for Boluogo to relax, and he didn't dare to indulge in the praise.
Borrowgo did not inform Palmer of the destruction of the Ridge of the Mountains, not because he was afraid that Palmer would leak the news, but because he was afraid that Palmer would show an expression of fear and shock.
Even Palmer, a defender, is terrified, but what about others when they hear the news?
Bologo's killing of the Throat of the Abyss can indeed provide great morale to the Bureau of Order and even all mankind, but the destruction of a founding family is enough to flatten this morale.
"Flea."
Bologg called softly, and Freya emerged from the wall on one side like a ghost. She has been lingering next to Bologg since he returned to his room.
"Please advise."
Freya saluted Bologg, who looked at her indifferently and did not give an order immediately.
It was strange. When he called Freya, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Simply recalling it, Boluogo thought that in the past, he would call someone's name into nothingness, but that name was obviously not Freya.
.
Boluogo shuddered inexplicably. He suddenly realized that there were no major events or turning points, but unknowingly, his life was still uncontrollably heading towards another road of no return, with the old days.
Lopsided.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that Boluogo remained silent, Freya noticed something strange. According to the coping mechanism, basic logical consciousness went offline, and Freya, who had a mind, took over the work.
Freya's eyes became obviously alert.
"Nothing," Boluogo sighed and said, "Take me to the office."
Darkness enveloped Boluogo, and when the dim light shone again, Boluogo had arrived in his closed office.
Just like Lebius's office, in addition to the necessary office objects, Freya also thoughtfully prepared a small bedroom for Boluogo, with a single bed in it for him to rest when necessary.
, also has a basic shower room, and a wardrobe filled with uniforms that fit Burlogo's figure.
Boluogo simply rinsed his body. The feeling of clean water washing over his skin was like the force of control peeling off blood stains, which was completely incomparable.
This reminded Bologg that when Palmer was still in power, he clearly had the ability to fly short distances, but he still stubbornly drove a heavy car.
"This is called a driving experience, and it's completely different from flying!" Palmer complained, "Just like the Glorious Ones obviously only need a simple replenishment of energy, so why don't they eat starch bars?"
Boluogo turned up the water flow, feeling the warm water flowing over his skin, and feeling the so-called "aliveness".
"I am a human being, not a god, and I will never be a god."
In the rushing water, Boluogo warned himself in a low voice.
Drying himself off and getting dressed, Bologna looked respectable again.
Boluogo asked, "Is the deputy director in the reclamation room?"
Freya responded, "The deputy director has set off for Fengyuan Highland at noon."
Boluogo combed his hair with his hands, "One after the other?"
When Borogo walked through the ether and reached the ridge of the mountains, Nathaniel was also mobilizing his troops.
The etheric turbulence affected the large-scale winding path shuttle, making it extremely dangerous, but frequent short-distance shuttles were barely safe, and he planned to use the short-distance winding path shuttle to carry out forced marches as fast as possible
Arrive at the battlefield.
But no one expected that Boluogo would come back first, or in such a crazy way.
Sitting at his desk, Boluogo frowned, looked at the blank paper in front of him, and then at Freya who was watching over him. He had a headache as to where to start.
"Remember what I say next and repeat it to the decision-making room."
If Nathaniel is not here, Bologo can only tell Freya all the information he has.
The pressure of many things made Bologg have a headache. He was not in the mood to write, and he had no energy left to integrate the thousands of things in his head. So Bologg did not write anymore, but told Freya about all his experiences, and then
It is up to her to sort out the fragmented information and retell it to the decision-making room.
"When I arrive in the ethereal realm..."
"..."
After narrating for nearly half an hour, Bologo recited all of his series of experiences. In order to prevent any omissions, Bologg also deliberately recalled them twice to make sure that he had not missed any details.
"The Gunshan Family is not completely destroyed," Boluogo added. "During the disputes between the devils, the Gunshan Family successfully evacuated a large number of people to the material world."
Speaking of this, Boluogo remembered Levan who had fought with him before, and he didn't know what happened to him.
After telling all this, Boluogo felt that he felt better, and wanted to pour out all his troubles and hand them over to another person to bear the pressure with him.
Freya crossed her arms to protect her chest. She nodded to Bologg expressionlessly, then sank into the ground and disappeared.
There was only one person left in the office, Bologg. He was sitting in his original position, staring ahead, looking as dull as a doll that had run out of wind.
A strange silence fell on the office, as if there was an invisible film that isolated the place from the world. However, in this long silence, many noises gradually emerged, like ghosts in the darkness, eroding silently.
This silence.
The first thing that came to my ears was Boluogo's deep breathing and deep panting. Every ups and downs were like the wind coming out of the abyss, carrying a fishy smell.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful heartbeat came from under Boluogo's chest. It was rhythmic, the rhythm of life, and the low hum that pumped the blood was like the tide of the sea, one after another, never stopping.
At this delicate moment, Boluogo seemed to still be able to hear the sound of his own blood flowing in his veins. It was a subtle and continuous sound, like the gurgling of a stream, or like silk gently fluttering in the wind.
Boluogo's eyes widened. He had never closed his eyes since the silence fell, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
A madness was brewing and spreading in the silence.
At this moment, the roar of the second hand moving on the clock dial resounded in my ears, like a hammer hitting an anvil, completely shattering the strange silence.
Boluogo suddenly raised his hand, and the power of control exploded. The resentful bite placed in the corner rose into the air, and was held by Boluogo in his hand.
"Flia!"
Boluogo shouted again, his voice obviously much higher, as if he was accumulating some emotion.
"What are your orders?"
Freya fell from the ceiling and hovered in front of Boluogo.
Boluogo said coldly, "Let your personality come to see me."
Freya nodded silently, her slightly pale eyes gradually gained a sense of agility, and an innocent smile appeared on her face.
"Hey! Boluogo, what's wrong?"
Freya greeted Bologg happily.
Since joining the Kenshi Virtual Realm, Freya has had to deal with more and more events, which has had a certain impact on her own computing power. In order to serve the Bureau of Order more efficiently, Freya has to deal with more and more events according to the level of events.
The differences lead to corresponding differences in the mental levels that one possesses.
Ordinary little things are all taken care of by consciousnesses with basic logic, just like self-discipline machines and ordinary customer service personnel who answer the phone. But now, Boluogo is talking directly to "Foliya" itself.
Borlog said, "I need you to do something for me."
"Sounds important."
"Almost," Boluogo said, holding a grudge with his backhand, "First of all, I want to make a secret code with you."
"Speaking."
"The secret code is..."
Boluogo searched for something that could be used as a code in his mind, and a slightly magical word emerged.
"The secret code is... gray fog! Industry! Delicious shrimp crackers!"
Freya blinked, she thought Bologg was joking.
Bologg looked at her seriously. He was not joking. After working for so long, Bologg would listen to Dudel's radio station every day when he got up, rain or shine.
Over time, that already magical opening line was completely engraved into Boluogo's soul... Boluogo didn't have much soul left, and he really didn't want to imprint such strange things on it.
"Anyway, I will be dead for a while. If I am not resurrected within three hours, or if I am resurrected, I will not be able to repeat the above paragraph to you..."
Boluogo took a deep breath and made up his mind, "Once this happens, immediately notify the decision-making room and tell them that I am in danger, or even paralyzed or even out of control."
"Uh huh huh..."
Freya nodded while listening. Suddenly, she realized something and asked quickly.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean by dying for a while?"
Bologg did not answer Freya's question. When she asked this question, Bologg had already held a grudge in his backhand and pierced his heart with a sword.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, only Boluogo knew that the real battle was not over yet.
When Boluogo fought with the Throat of the Abyss and returned to the material world, the war between Mammon and Leviathan had just begun. Boluogo did not feel that he had enough energy to spare, so he returned to the ethereal world again, and during the long journey
, looking for the battlefield where the two of them fought.
What's more, no matter what he found, Boluogo couldn't participate in that level of dispute.
Therefore, all Boluogo can do is to gain some benefits from them like a carrion-eating vulture after the battle between the two is over.
After so long, Boluogo guessed that the battle should be over. No matter he won or lost, he would be able to find the answer in the void.
"Is this a happy worry?"
While muttering to himself, Bologg twisted the blade of the sword and shattered his heart. At the same time, the raging ether exploded along the sword wound, completely tearing Bologg's chest and even his upper body to pieces.
As a Glorious One, Boluogo could no longer just slit his throat and die as easily as before.
The newly put on new clothes and washed body suddenly turned into a ball of rotten flesh and dirty blood. A lot of blood foam passed through Freya's illusory body and slapped on the wall.
Freya stared blankly at the body with only half left on the chair. After taking a short breath, she let out a scream like a kettle boiling.
This picture was encrypted, saved, and uploaded into the cluster mind.
Spread like a virus.
A few seconds later, the Fuliyas in the Court of Pillars let out inexplicable screams, followed by the Court of Shensi, the Logistics Department, the Field Support Department, the Sublimation Furnace Core...
Bologg did not realize at all how much trouble his actions had brought to Freya. Bologg only knew that after the darkness in front of him dissipated, he once again stepped into the desolate and gray world.
