The full blood rushes towards the face, so strong that it is almost impossible to breathe. It is like a huge wound hidden in the darkness, with blood gurgling and silently telling some kind of tragedy and sorrow.
At the same time, the air was still filled with the faint smell of disinfectant. This familiar and pungent smell made Boluogo frown. There was also a series of noises in the darkness, which were the ticking of instruments.
The sound is like a note of urgency, making people unable to rest at ease.
"Let's go," Leviathan urged Boluogo, "What you want is right in front of you. Why, don't you dare to face the truth?"
the truth?
Now that he heard this word, Boluogo didn't feel much in his heart. Maybe he had already felt tired in front of one truth after another.
Boluogo calmed down and looked in all directions. He was at the bottom of a crater. The suspended boulders blocked all the light, making the bottom dark. But looking towards the edge of the crater, he could see a glimpse of white.
The light illuminated the gray earth.
It seems that many of Leviathan's facilities are built at the bottom of the crater, but only Leviathan himself knows which one is which.
At the end of the darkness, there was a huge figure, lying there quietly, like a sleeping mountain. Although the outline was blurry, Boluogo could still feel the majesty and solemnity coming towards him.
Boluogo heard the sound of gurgling water, sometimes soft, sometimes fierce.
It was a twisted nightmare made of steel and flesh. It looked like a huge human torso that had been cruelly deprived of limbs and head. It was as if someone had executed a giant and embedded its flesh and blood into the steel.
Make it suffer painful torture forever.
The abdomen of the torso bulges high, as if some evil power is brewing. The huge cables are like black tentacles, savagely penetrating the broken flesh and blood, ruthlessly connecting the mechanized organs and soft tissues.
Accompanied by a creepy ticking sound, the viscous liquid slowly overflowed from the cracks and dripped, forming strange pools of blood on the ground. The always-on indicator light was like an evil eye.
There was a cold light shining in the darkness, as if watching Boluogo.
Boluogo turned to look at Leviathan, who had an inexplicable smile on his face.
Leviathan encouraged, "Go ahead."
Bologg took a deep breath and strode forward. The closer he got, the stronger the nauseating smell became. It reminded Bologg of the beings who were also made of steel and flesh.
Standing in front of this flesh and blood creation, facing Bologg was its swollen and deformed abdomen. The skin was stretched as thin as a cicada. It felt warm and soft to the touch. Bologg could feel it when pressed gently.
There is fluid pooling in the abdomen.
It's strange that in Bolog's opinion, this thing has no threat at all, but the moment he touched it, Bolog felt an uncontrollable feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if there was a colony of ants in his body.
Table crawl.
"This thing can be regarded as one of the legacies of King Solomon," Leviathan explained timely, like a dedicated tour guide, "but it has always been in the theoretical stage. Later, I used the power of the devil to
Only then did it complete it in a real sense.”
Boluogo carefully observed the swollen abdomen. Its edge was inlaid with an iron frame and studded with bolts. The orange light emanating from the flesh reflected the vague outline of the internal organs through the thin skin.
The countless blood threads spread like spider webs, slowly crawling like roundworms.
This thing is like a large piece of amber, and I don’t know what is sealed inside...
Boluogo could vaguely imagine what it was.
The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and Boluogo felt sweat forming on his forehead, but when he reached out and touched it, there was nothing there.
"This thing..."
Boluogo suddenly realized that instead of saying this was a twisted creation of flesh and blood, it actually looked more like a deformed pregnant woman, with an unknown thing gestating in her swollen abdomen.
Looking back, Leviathan was looking at Bologg expectantly, just like the host of a variety show who played tricks on others, looking forward to Bologg's ugly appearance.
The sound of rushing water suddenly sounded from the high bulge in the abdomen, like an ancient secret language calling for something. Boluogo was so startled by the sudden sound that he immediately turned his eyes away, and his heart beat suddenly a few times.
It fell down, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.
The orange-yellow abdominal cavity was much larger than what he had observed before, and there seemed to be something swimming inside, with a strange and crazy rhythm.
Uneasiness surged, and Bologna felt that he was spying on a secret that should not be revealed.
Boluogo had the chance to leave, but, as if by some strange mistake, his hand reached out to the thin skin again.
When Boluogo pressed his palm against the smooth surface, it felt like stroking cold snake scales. He could clearly feel the mucus oozing out from under the skin. The cold and sticky touch made his stomach ache.
There was a surge.
It was as if I was touching another weird, deformed being.
In the hazy orange light, a dark outline gradually emerged, approaching, it gently leaned against the edge of the abdominal skin, and a strange murmur echoed, as if it was having some kind of mysterious communication with Boluogo.
Through the translucent skin, Boluogo finally saw clearly the approaching object.
It was an adult male human who curled up, holding his knees with his hands, like a fetus gestating in the womb, shaking and rolling at will as if freed from the constraints of gravity, his curled up body gradually lifted up, his face covered
It also emerged bit by bit.
Through the translucent skin and mucus, the face was completely displayed in front of Boluogo's eyes. It was a face with closed eyes, quiet and peaceful, as if he was immersed in a distant dream.
However, when Boluogo saw that face clearly, his heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible big hand, and emotions of shock and panic swept over him like a torrent of beasts.
Soaked in light and sealed in amber, it was his own face.
The face of Borogo Lazarus.
For an instant, Boluogo's mind went blank. Even though he had been mentally prepared and thought that this strange thing was related to his own immortality, when it really appeared in front of him, he still felt at a loss.
The sound of clattering footsteps approached, and Leviathan came to Bolog's side, admiring his masterpiece with him.
"Speaking of which, I have never given this thing a name," Leviathan said, "Let's call it...the Axis of Time System, how about it?"
Boluogo said nothing, staring intently at his other self.
Just listen to Leviathan continue to say, "Bolog, there is no perfect immortality in this world. Even the existence of the devil itself depends on the existence of original sin, let alone you as a mortal."
Leviathan admired his great masterpiece and hugged Boluogo's shoulders vigorously, "I took over King Solomon's work and used forbidden knowledge to create this flesh and blood instrument, which can be copied and multiplied in batches.
"
He lowered his voice and whispered next to Bologg. This time he no longer called him by the name Bologg.
"Create you almost infinitely...soulless."
Boluogo's breathing became heavy, but soon he adjusted his emotions, and his eyes became cold and empty again.
"The trinity of body, mind, and spirit. This is the iron law that has shackles the world since the arrival of ether. But King Solomon found a loophole in it. That is the original, true human being, the soulless person who can survive without relying on the soul.
."
Leviathan was cautious, as if telling an ulterior secret.
"The Soulless One broke the balance of this trinity, allowing me to bypass these iron laws and vent my inspiration at will."
As if he couldn't hear Leviathan's words, Boluogo just stared stubbornly at his sleeping self. His expression gradually became compassionate and interrupted Leviathan's words.
"That is to say, I am no longer bound by the Trinity?"
"Theoretically, this is the case," Leviathan explained the reason for all this in detail, "Bolog, your immortality is not a time regress, nor is it the healing of flesh and blood, but...iteration."
"Whenever you are injured and die in this world, this machine will replace the flesh and blood of the wound, or create a new body, and then replace it with the body in this world.
The remains you see are exactly your dead body in this world. The corpse has been recycled and drained of all nutrients, turning it into a gray sculpture, while you continue to fight with your brand new body."
Leviathan sat down, and a chair was created out of thin air, catching him firmly.
He continued, "Whenever you die and become comatose, and the continuity of consciousness is interrupted, it is the Axis of Time system that is reinstalling your soul and consciousness, loading them back into the soulless body, a body that can accommodate anything.
among.”
"As for the passage of resurrection time after multiple deaths, this is even simpler. The axis of time system is very powerful, but it is not omnipotent. After multiple deaths in a short period of time, after the spare body is consumed, it also needs
A certain amount of time will allow you to build a new body from scratch.”
Leviathan seemed to know all Boluogo's questions, and he added, "Moreover, the transferred consciousness and soul also need a certain amount of time to adapt to the new body and re-reflect the projection of the alchemical matrix on the
body, and once again undergo etheric transformation..."
Then, Leviathan chatted a lot. For example, with this system, he fully grasped the detailed data of each stage in Boluogo's promotion process. Even the composition of the alchemy matrix was clearly observed.
It was as if Boluogo was an experimental subject, being secretly spied on by him.
There are still many illogical places that are made up for by the power of the blood contract. Therefore, with this forbidden technology and the power of the devil, an extremely twisted and complex, yet extremely subtle immortality is achieved.
Boluogo stood there and thought for a long time. From Hill's memory, he could know that he was the only successful soulless person. From the perspective of a latecomer, after he was lost due to the attack of the Throat of the Abyss,
Hill didn't develop another Soulless either.
You are the only successful individual.
After Leviathan obtained this technology, he had no ability to expand it and create more soulless beings. He could only study and copy himself as a unique case, and built the Axis of Time Tracing system.
Boluogo asked, "As long as the axis of time system is destroyed, will I no longer be immortal?"
"Almost," Leviathan said, "but there is nothing we can do about it. After all, there is no perfect immortal body, only one that tends to be perfect."
Boluogo continued to ask, "In other words, as long as you want, you can detonate this place at any time and take away my immortality?"
The past of his own origins flew before his eyes, and countless possibilities emerged before Bologo's eyes.
"It's more than just taking away my immortal body. In the final analysis, my immortality mechanism actually sounds more like the transfer of consciousness and soul between soulless bodies. This is how I was originally born."
Bologg seemed to be aware of Leviathan's conspiracy. "As long as you want, you can put another soul into the body of the soulless man at any time, create another Bologg Lazarus, and change his life."
Totally screwed up."
Nameless anger rose from Boluogo's heart. He thought of the long war and the fall of the Holy City. He saw an endless net, spreading from the past to the present, tightly binding
own destiny.
"Tell me, Leviathan," Bologo said sharply, "I obviously escaped from my fate, why did I go back on the day when the Holy City fell?"
When the young Boluogo left the Holy City and started a new life in Redwood Town, Boluogo could be sure that he had indeed escaped from the hands of fate, but in the end, he still set foot on the battlefield.
One day, he appeared outside the sacred city.
In that brilliant light, he signed a blood contract with the devil and sold his soul.
This sounds like a long-planned conspiracy.
Boluogo clenched his fists and stared at him, "Are you manipulating my life?"
"no."
Leviathan denied Bologo's accusation and replied casually, "The body of a soulless person and the soul with the coordinates of another world. On these two points, I can be sure that their birth is man-made and has been premeditated.
of.
But you are not, Boluogo."
Leviathan... Hill recalled that day, that day in the distant past, when his friend died in front of his eyes, and the only remaining achievements were sent into the winding cracks.
"You did indeed escape from the hands of fate that day, but maybe you yourself also longed for revenge. On the day the Holy City fell, you came back and appeared on the battlefield."
Hill laughed, "To be honest, this was not my original plan, but when I noticed your presence on the battlefield, a new idea replaced everything else."
"You may not believe it, Boluogo," Hill said frankly, "It was you who appeared on the battlefield that day, so you prompted the establishment of the bet."
There are conspiracies and accidents, but there is no doubt that all of this is driven by Boluogo's will.
"Boluogo, your 'body' and 'spirit' may be the product of conspiracy, but I can tell you for sure that the 'heart' was born from it.
The will of Borogo Lazarus belongs entirely to you."
Bologo hated the devil and doubted the devil, but at this moment, he instinctively believed Leviathan's words.
"That was an accident?"
"Yes, an accident among countless conspiracies."
"Even if there is no me, there will be another person."
"Yes, you are not special. What is special is that this era is the end of countless wills competing with each other. One person must appear."
Hill said softly, "It just happened that you were standing there."
