It's strange that when the coming war became clear and the fog disappeared, Boluogo no longer felt uneasy in his heart. On the contrary, it was like a silent Dead Sea without any ripples.
After bidding farewell to Nethanil for the time being, Boluogo left the Bureau of Order directly. His pace was neither fast nor slow, walking through the streets and alleys along familiar roads. It didn't take long for him to return to his apartment.
Boluogo pushed gently, and the door slowly opened inward, and the air in the room rushed in, carrying a faint aroma of wine, as if the party last night had not completely dissipated.
His eyes quickly swept around the room, and he saw blankets and pillows scattered randomly on the sofa. On the coffee table, a half-empty bag of chips and a few uneaten fried chicken nuggets were lying quietly. In the kitchen sink,
There were piles of dishes and dishes that had not yet been washed, and there were still a few drops of water under the faucet, shining brightly in the sunlight.
Boluogo looked down unconsciously. There were several pairs of shoes neatly placed on the door mat under his feet. He recognized his and Palmer's shoes at a glance, but the only pair missing was Aimu's.
.
It seems that Aimu has left... just after he left.
This morning, when the first ray of sunlight shined on Boluogo's face through the curtains, he slowly woke up from the warm embrace. Looking sideways, he saw that Aimu was still immersed in a sweet dream.
The peaceful sleeping face is as beautiful as a child.
Boluogo did not disturb her, so he got up quietly and left a note and a breakfast made by himself beside the bed.
When leaving, Boluogo still remembered that the sun shone on Aimu's face, coating her sleeping face with a golden glow. He put on his clothes, kissed her forehead gently, and then left in a hurry
room and head to the Order Bureau to start a new day.
At this moment, when Boluogo opened the bedroom door again, he found that the dinner plate had been eaten clean and the note was pressed under the dinner plate.
Boluogo picked up the note and saw a simple but cute little face painted on it. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and a warm current surged in his heart.
Looking at the bed again, the quilt was folded neatly, and every corner was neatly folded.
Aimu didn't like folding quilts, but she knew that she was a rigorous guy. Boluogo seemed to be able to see Aimu's serious and clumsy look.
A faint smile appeared on Boluogo's face. He picked up the dinner plates, put them into the kitchen sink, and then picked up the pressed paper.
After staring for a moment, Bologg did not tear up the note, or crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can. Under Bologg's unique ritual emotion, at this moment, he felt that this note was quite pretty.
Meaningful.
Like the first fallen leaves in autumn.
Boluogo pulled out the back of the chair that was tucked under the table and sat on the chair. His eyes were a little confused, as if he didn't know what he should do. After being confused for a moment, he remembered what he wanted to do.
A helpless smile appeared on his face.
The chest rose slightly and then sank. What he had to do next seemed extremely heavy for Boluogo. After taking deep breaths repeatedly, he seemed to have mustered up the courage and regained his strength. He stretched out his hand with firm eyes,
Opened the cabinet on the side.
In Boluogo's room, this set of inconspicuous cabinets is Boluogo's only personal belongings. From a worldly perspective, the things placed in them are not valuable and have no value.
But in Bolog's eyes, they are unique and of great significance.
Boluogo murmured to himself, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen you for a while."
Although these things are of great significance to Boluogo, they are like a memory that he does not want to remember, a dusty past. Unless he deliberately needs to, Boluogo will never take the initiative to look through them, and at certain times, Boluogo
It was as if Go had completely forgotten their existence, as if they had never appeared in Bolog's life and disappeared without a trace.
Only at certain special moments can people not help but go back to the past and become entangled in it.
Boluogo thought that he would never be like this again, but when he heard that he was going to the final battlefield tonight, Boluogo felt uneasy for a while, and then the things in the cabinet continued to appear in his mind...
"If you think about it carefully, it's been so long."
Boluogo took out the box from the cabinet with force and determination, and opened it solemnly. The first thing that caught his eye were several thick diaries.
Adele's diary.
They record Adele's life, and because of her life, these light papers have become extremely heavy, as hard as forged iron ingots.
Since that rainy night of revenge, Boluogo has never opened this diary again, as if he was afraid of pain, unwilling to open his wounds again and experience everything again.
There is a ticket sandwiched between the diaries. Even though Boluogo has collected it carefully enough, the edges of the ticket have been worn and ragged by time, like fragments of memory that have been ruthlessly torn apart by the years.
The bright colors have faded, leaving only mottled marks, whispering about the past.
Boluogo always said that his memory is outstanding, but now when he recalls the events of those years, some details have become blurry.
Then...then there is a novel, Irwin's last work, which is called "The Endless Poetry". Unfortunately, this book does not have Irwin's autograph on it.
Boluogo continued to rummage, like a greedy dragon looking for the treasures buried deep in the cave. After one carrier after another with "meaning", Boluogo found the most important one in the deepest part of the many treasures.
valuable existence.
It was a silver necklace with a delicate ring cross hanging on it.
Bologg stared at the ring cross for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed inexplicably. This necklace ran through Adele's life, passed through her, and was passed to Bologg's hands. It was like some kind of inheritance, life
Like a continuation, like a stream, it flows through Boluogo's life.
The ring cross entrusts too many precious things.
Bologo cherishes this necklace very much, for fear that it will be damaged in any way. It seems that the scars on the ring cross will also fall on Bologg's mind, shattering that memory.
Since the rainy night revenge, Boluogo had carefully treasured it, and it was only today that Boluogo wore it again.
"How wonderful, Adele."
Boluogo whispered, as if talking to an invisible ghost, and naively believed that she would hear his voice.
In the smoke of the wrath of the Scorched Earth, Adele was like a heroic Valkyrie, fighting side by side with Bologo, facing life and death together. Her existence was both a comrade-in-arms and a close friend through life and death for Bologo.
In those dark and fear-filled days, Adele's light illuminated Boluogo's path forward, allowing him to find a glimmer of hope and strength in the midst of chaos and despair.
When the smoke of the war dissipated and after many years, Boluogo returned to the Oath City Opos with a tired body and a dead heart, it was Adele who saved him once again.
Adele is no longer just the Valkyrie fighting alongside him, but has become a gentle, maternal presence, like a sister looking at her younger brother, and like a Virgin protecting her.
her people.
Even now, it is hard for Boluogo to believe that he can actually stand up from those dark days... He always feels that he will never recover.
"Adele, I think I do have your blessing."
Boluogo picked up the pen, opened the heavy diary, and wrote on the latest page.
He writes very carefully, writes hard, and writes fluently, as if this diary can really break the order of common sense and allow his voice to reach Adele's ears across life and death.
"I have a good group of friends who gave me support and help when I needed it most. We faced many difficulties and challenges together, and also shared a lot of joy and success together."
Boluogo recalled every moment of getting along with his friends, and his heart was filled with gratitude and happiness, which he had never dared to hope for.
"I also fought against evil and madness, against the evil of the world, and killed many people and monsters. I am not sure whether I am a good person or a hero in the secular sense, but I don't care about those false names. Until now, I am still convinced
, I wield the sword for justice.”
"More importantly, I seem to have really gained so-called happiness."
Boluogo paused in his writing. He looked at his left hand, and the shining ring shone in the dim light.
"This kind of happiness does not come from material satisfaction or the desire for power, but from inner peace and satisfaction, and connection with the world.
I know what I am doing and why I am doing it. I am no longer confused and hesitant, but I am just willing to move forward without sacrificing my life."
The more Boluogo wrote, the more relaxed he felt, as if he had removed his thick armor one by one, revealing his inner self without any reservation, and placed it under the noon sun, elite and shining.
"So, I have achieved everything you expected of me," Boluogo sighed. "It's like a miracle. Even if I look back on it all, I still feel incredible."
"Thank you, Adele, for everything you have done for me."
Boluogo let out a long breath, like an overheated machine releasing hot exhaust gas from the exhaust hole.
Suddenly, Boluogo's eyes became sharp. If he was a ball of soft flesh just now, then now he is like a hard and sharp sword with blood dripping from the edge.
"Adele, you have soothed my soul. It's time to fulfill my promise to you."
Revengeful fury ignited in Bolog's eyes, but soon more impurities were thrown into the fire, but the flame did not become messy, on the contrary, it became purer.
What burns in the fireworks is not only the rage of revenge, but also the hatred of the devil, the vision of salvation, and... the defense of beauty.
"The current King of Terror, the true First King, is the culprit who caused your death, and is the accomplice who pushed the world to its doomsday..."
Boluogo closed the diary gently, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping soul.
"Now I'm going to kill him, as an Avenger...a Savior."
Boluogo was ready, so he left the warm room, bid farewell to everything in the past, put on the cross ring, and looked solemn, like a knight on the battlefield and a pardoned saint.
…
"Oh, so you are going to the Kogadel Empire?" Sere looked at Palmer with a playful expression and exclaimed, "That is an extremely dangerous place, you might die there."
"I know I know!"
Palmer uneasily drank a few glasses of wine. The alcohol felt really good, numbing his nerves and bewildering his mind.
In the past, this was indeed a good way to relieve stress, but now Palmer is already a defender, and his etheric body is enough to allow him to ignore most toxins and physical damage, not to mention alcohol.
Such a cheap thing.
Palmer tried to stay drunk, but his tense nerves made him involuntarily pay attention. Therefore, no matter how much alcohol he drank, it would be metabolized within minutes.
Everyone feels more energetic after drinking.
Serei tilted his chin and looked like he was gloating, "Huh? So why are you here? Say your final farewell to us and explain your will and so on?"
Palmer glanced at Sere, and after taking deep breaths repeatedly, he calmed down and asked, "Is Vosilin gone?"
Sere said, "No, she is still in the guest room."
Last night, in order to create an offensive opportunity for Aimu, Vosilin tried her best to trick Palmer into the guest room of the Undead Club. Although Palmer was very reluctant, he really liked the time spent with Vosilin.
But as soon as this wonderful time ended, Palmer received this cruel news.
"good."
Palmer drank the remaining drink at the bottom of the glass and turned towards the stairwell. Sere looked at his back and whistled loudly.
Climb the stairs and arrive in front of a seemingly endless corridor. Doors stand along both sides until they disappear from sight.
Palmer followed the house number. As a good friend of the Immortal Club, although Palmer was not an immortal, he still relied on his solid friendship to obtain the right to live in a guest room here.
Soon, Palmer found his room and opened the door. The room was dark, and he could hear slow breathing. It seemed that Vosilin was still sleeping and had not gotten up.
Palmer swallowed. Although Vosilin was his fiancée, Vosilin was too strong for Palmer. She was like a hunting tiger, always hiding behind him and watching covetously.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, Palmer habitually avoids Vosilin...but he is attached to her. This sounds very contradictory, but it also seems like some kind of little game between their lovers.
This morning, Boluogo left silently out of consideration for Aimu. After all, Aimu drunk herself crazily last night, and her mind was not very clear. With her temperament, once she woke up, she would probably make a sharp scream.
Voice.
In order to allow Aimu to deal with his emotions better, Boluogo would leave, leaving Aimu with a space to be alone and let her relax.
Palmer was different. He left silently early in the morning just to escape from Wosillin's clutches. Judging from his previous experience with Wosillin, once Wosillin woke up, he would probably have to
I can only report to the Order Bureau in the afternoon.
Damn it, I should have gone in the afternoon, why should I be so diligent in the morning?
Palmer sat down on the bed with annoyance, all kinds of messy thoughts rushing through his mind, almost bursting his head.
Suddenly, a warm hand touched the back of Palmer's neck, and then Wosillin's chin pressed on Palmer's shoulder from behind, face to face.
"What's wrong?"
Palmer was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly turned his head, and a pair of bright eyes looked at him, reflecting each other, as if he was staring into a mirror.
"you're awake?"
"I've been awake for a long time," Vosilin let go of Palmer and stretched hard, "I just don't want to get up."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Palmer guessed that when he sneaked away, Vosilin woke up, and he was actually still feeling proud.
"What's wrong? Palmer, you were so happy when you left, why do you come back with such a sad face?"
Vosilin held Palmer's neck, crossed her elbows, and was full of wrapping. The right amount of force was a warm embrace, but too much force was a fatal chokehold.
Palmer was very obedient and pressed down on Wosselin's strength. The two of them lay on the soft big bed, the quilt and the body entangled together.
"Tonight, I will embark on what may be the final journey...through the etheric realm, deep into the heart of the Kogadel Empire, to fight that decisive battle."
Palmer's eyes were empty, staring at the deep and endless darkness of the ceiling above. His thoughts seemed to be floating in the endless darkness with his eyes, looking for unknown answers.
Vosilin hugged him silently, her presence was like a warm light, trying to illuminate the corners of Palmer's heart.
"If I succeed, I will become the greatest hero in the history of the Klex family, and my name will be praised by future generations and become a symbol of salvation."
Palmer's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was saying to himself, "But if I fail... it will be all over, all the hard work, sacrifices and hopes will be in vain."
Vosilin's voice echoed in the darkness, "So are you scared? Just like in the past, facing the fear of the unknown."
Her breath brought a hint of warmth, gently brushing Palmer's cheek, as if comforting his inner fear.
Palmer was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Yes, I'm scared...I've never been so scared."
His voice trembled, revealing deep fear and uneasiness, but in Vosilin's arms, Palmer seemed to find a glimmer of courage and face his fears frankly.
"It's not the war itself that scares me."
Palmer's words came intermittently, as if he was groping for the way forward in the dark, "After experiencing so many life and death tests, even the most timid person will feel numb to the crisis,"
"Brogo was once worried about something like this," Palmer continued. "He was afraid that after he retrieved his memory, he would discover that he was actually a coward in the past...a coward who became immortal because of his fear of death.
.”
"But he later relaxed."
Palmer smiled softly, "He said that human beings are creatures that live in the present, not the past or the future. He no longer cares whether he was a coward or something else in the past. He only knows that he is still brave now."
, not afraid of life and death.”
Having said this, Palmer sighed helplessly, "I really envy his ability to explore his own heart, but I can't see clearly my heart, it's so chaotic."
"Um."
Vosilin responded gently, wrapping her arms tightly around Palmer, as if a soft python was wrapping him tightly. However, her embrace was not cold, but revealed a warm power, as if to wrap Palmer around.
All the fear and anxiety in Ermo's heart melted away.
"So, what are you worried about?"
Wosselin asked softly, her voice full of gentleness and care.
Palmer's eyes became deep and confused, as if he had fallen into an inner abyss.
He smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness in his voice, "I'm worried that on the edge of life and death, I won't be able to be the hero who stands up. You know, Wosillin, I have many shortcomings, and I am far from perfect.
.”
He paused and continued, "Bolog and the others always praise me, saying that I am a living human being with flesh and blood, much stronger than their extreme monsters.
But to be honest, I don’t think this is something to be proud of. Just because I am a human being, I will have fears, hesitations, temptations, and may even...fall."
Palmer's voice was full of confusion and helplessness, longing for some kind of support and guidance.
Machines will never make mistakes, but human beings are full of uncertainty and fragility. Because of this, Palmer often envies existences like Burlogo and longs for himself to become perfect so that he can bear that burden.
Responsibility.
Yes, responsibility.
Palmer is not afraid of death, war or the devil. What really scares him is the heavy responsibility. Palmer is afraid that he is not competent, afraid of living up to the expectations of others, and afraid that everything will turn into nothing in the end.
Vosilin felt his inner struggle and uneasiness, and whispered softly into Palmer's ear: "Don't worry, I believe you will make the right choice... maybe you are the real savior?"
Her words were like a ray of breeze, gently blowing away the haze in Palmer's heart, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, which was both warm and complicated.
"Me? Savior?" Palmer repeated the word in a low voice, with a bitter smile on his lips, "This sounds like a cold joke."
…
In the turbid darkness, Nathaniel asked the towering shadow, "So Belphegor is indeed out?"
"Yes."
Under the huge shadow, Maria's figure appeared. This illusory individual represented the hideous and complete body of the others.
"What about her? Now that Belphegor is dead, as the chosen one, is she still a threat?"
Nathaniel's voice became tense. There were very few things that could make him so nervous nowadays, and this was one of them.
"You mean the current director?"
A faint smile appeared on Maria's face, soft and beautiful, which seemed to make everyone who looked at her put down their guard.
"Of course, she is safe, but it still needs some time for inspection and purification. Although Belphegor is dead, his power still exists in the world, but he has just changed his master."
Hearing such an answer, Nathaniel's heart went blank, and there was an indescribable emotion surging, making his dull face even more trembling and out of control.
During the Secret War, the current director and the lover of Nathaniel, in order to win the war, she made a blood contract with Belphegor. In the end, although she defeated the King's Secret Sword, she was also close to death and was regarded as a
Independent external system, connected to everyone.
Nathaniel asked, "She...when will she be able to connect to the Ones?"
As long as she can access the crowd, the crowd can copy her memory and personality. Although it is virtual, being able to see her again is already a great comfort to Nathaniel.
Maria responded, "We're not going to take her."
Nathaniel was stunned for a moment, and his voice became deeper and filled with anger, "Why? She has obviously sacrificed so much..."
"It is precisely because she has sacrificed so much that we cannot let her go with us."
Maria's voice became stern, and after calming down Nathaniel for a while, she said, "Don't forget, Nathaniel, we will appear on the final battlefield later."
"Letting her connect to the crowd now is tantamount to leading her to a more complete death, and you...it will also be difficult for you to reunite with her, isn't it?"
Nathaniel fell silent and clenched his fists silently. He wanted to refute something, but he couldn't make any sense.
An inexplicable feeling of despair lingered on him until Maria spoke again, "We plan to hand her over to Freya."
Nathaniel suspected that he heard wrongly, "What?"
"The decision-making room, everyone, the first group... we plan to rush to the final battlefield and give our enemies a head-on blow."
A strange yet familiar voice sounded from the darkness. Behind Maria, a tall man walked towards Nathaniel, but he made no sound of footsteps, as if he was an insubstantial ghost.
"We are confident that we can win this war, but we are not confident that we can escape unscathed. Once the people are destroyed on that final battlefield, then we need to ensure that when the new era comes, you have the ability to maintain a new era.
world order."
The man stood in front of Nathaniel and explained his plan, "Then Freya is another brand new, more advanced being, and she will be the first to access Freya's consciousness.
"
"So...she will not die. On the contrary, she will continue to live to witness the coming of a new era."
The first director of the Bureau of Order, Albert stood in front of Nathaniel. Even though he was an illusion, his words were still firm and powerful.
"This is my promise to you, Nathaniel, and it is also a reward for your sacrifices."
Nathaniel said nothing and silently took a few steps back. Suppressed sobs came from the darkness, as if emotions were bursting.
Gradually, the voice faded away, and Nathaniel stopped talking. In the darkness, he left the decision-making room and descended into the garden of the Scholars Hall.
Nethaniel is like a dead tree, and the words of the crowd are like falling sparks.
The wildfire exploded, burning the last firewood of Nethanil.
Nathaniel's eyes were firm, with a faint murderous intent, and he looked at the high platform in the garden. Bologg and Palmer were already in place.
Palmer looked unconcerned, with his lucky dice tied around his wrist, and a dagger and rapier stuck at his waist. He was not wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Order, but put on the clothes of the Clerks family, dark green.
The shawl hung gently behind him like outstretched wings.
Boluogo stood beside him solemnly, his straight uniform outlines his steel-like body. He did not wear many weapons, only the Bite and Brutal saw axe. The only difference from usual was that his fingers
There is an extra ring on the top and a necklace around the neck.
The rest of the staff have already been prepared here, and the needed Reality Anchors and Immortal Spikes have also been transported by Bailie long ago.
Aimu and Woxilin stood aside. Woxilin came to see him off, while Aimu was responsible for maintaining the passage between the two realms and assisting the follow-up troops to enter.
After controlling his excitement, Aimu returned to his rigorous working attitude. At most, when he looked at Boluogo, his expression would be a little dodgeful.
She also wanted to act with Boluogo through Xindiying, but this time she was sternly rejected by Boluogo. Instead of following Boluogo on the adventure and staying in the sublimation furnace core, Aimu could play a greater role.
Borogo shouted to Nathaniel, "Can we start?"
Nathaniel took a deep breath, with a wild smile on his face.
"Of course, what are you waiting for, saviors!"
Blazing white light burst out from the bottom of Boluogo's eyes, and massive amounts of ether were forcibly recruited from all directions, setting off turbulent waves and crushing reality.
Amidst the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass, an astonishing crack bloomed from behind Boluogo, and a corner of the boundless blue ether world was torn apart.
Since then, reality has shattered and two worlds have traveled.
