For a long time, there have been two weird feelings coexisting in Boluogo's mind, one is that the devil is invincible, and the other is that the decision-making room is omnipotent.
Now that the myth of invincibility has been broken, the possibility of destroying the devils conceived by Boluoge has emerged, and he asked.
"What did you do?"
Nathaniel said, "It's very simple, just like a normal transaction. Find the loopholes in the blood contract, complete the transaction, and trick the devil."
Boluogo still couldn't believe it, "Is it really so?"
He looked at Nathaniel suspiciously, this casual and free-spirited guy also had a bit of a sense of illicitness. Bologger needed to confirm his words many times.
Nathaniel's expression hesitated for a moment, and Bologg narrowed his eyes. As expected, there was not much truth in this old fox's mouth. Bologg even began to wonder how he became the deputy director.
"We won, but we didn't win completely."
Sure enough! Boluogo continued to press, "Are you sure?"
Nathaniel fell silent, and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to inform Bologo of this information.
In the past, only the core powers within the Bureau of Order could know this information. There were also some exceptions who could know this, such as Lebius.
For ordinary employees, knowing too much is a curse. After all, no matter who they are, they will have doubts about their responsibilities when they think of a strange devil hiding deep in the room where they think they are safe.
"In fact, the deals between devils and humans are often not settled at once," Nathaniel said. "Just like transactions in human society, devils have similar transactions with us, such as gambling agreements.
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"Bet?"
"You are right to understand that," Nathaniel said. "We will first obtain the power of the devil and then make a bet. If we win, then we win everything. If we lose, we will lose everything."
Boluogo felt that his understanding of the Bureau of Order was being refreshed, "You guys made a bet with a devil. Because of the content of the bet, the devil was bound to the Bureau of Order, and you... you obtained the devil's
Strength doesn’t cost anything.”
"It cannot be said that there is no price at all," Nathaniel scratched his head, "I can only say that under the constraints of the bet, when we need a certain amount of help, the devil will give us a suitable friendship price."
Boluogo had a splitting headache. The conversation with Nathaniel contained too much information, and even he couldn't handle it now.
"why?"
Boluogo didn't understand and asked repeatedly, "Why?"
Nathaniel said, "For qualifications and for protection, Boluogo. If there are no devils behind us, how can we intervene in the disputes between devils."
"What does this mean? He found a 'puppet' for himself and used his name to participate in the disputes between the devils?"
"Absolutely. Anyway, according to the content of the bet, the devil doesn't care who the winner of the dispute is," Nathaniel said. "This dispute has been going on for many years. Even if the devils can't do anything to each other, they are in this world.
The power left behind can be destroyed by interference."
"That devil has no leverage anymore. If he doesn't rely on the Bureau of Order, he will be completely defeated in the dispute."
Nathaniel said nonchalantly, "It's both a bet and a mutual use."
Boluogo did not respond immediately. He recalled the scene of contact with the devils in his mind.
Those crazy and evil existences are like raging storms, rampaging through the world, bringing endless sorrow and harvesting souls.
From what Nathaniel said, Bologo understood that if he did not use each other with the devil, the Bureau of Order would only be a castle facing the storm. But with the presence of the devil, the Bureau of Order would also become a member of the storm.
Bologo asked, "Can the entire Bureau of Order be regarded as his chosen one?"
"The chosen one is unique, he can only be an independent individual."
Listening to Nathaniel's answer, Boluogo already had the answer in his heart as to the identity of the person chosen by the Bureau of Order.
Boluogo said half-jokingly, "Now that there are two chosen ones in the Bureau of Order, will the devil behind us let us break each other's heads?"
"How could it be? I told you that we have restrained the devil. He can't do anything until the bet is completed."
Nathaniel said, "Although it is not a complete victory, this is also the most excessive thing that humans can do to the devil in the records."
He also laughed as he spoke, "But he also looked like he was enjoying it. Being enslaved by humans should be a novel thing for him."
Boluogo said, "What happens after the bet? Disputes will eventually end."
Nathaniel said calmly, "It's very simple, either win or die."
"does it worth?"
Nathaniel said seriously, "This is not about whether it is worth it or not, but... this is the final dispute."
"The final conflict?"
Boluogo didn't understand what Nathaniel meant, as if the world was about to end.
"Since ancient times, the devils have launched countless disputes, and they have also experienced countless reshuffles, but no dispute has been more complicated and crazy than this one. Every devil has devoted his own strength,
I want to win this dispute."
Borrogo asked, "What is the cause of this dispute?"
"The devil didn't tell us, but from the laws of history, we can sum up some answers... some extremely bad answers."
Nathaniel said and asked Bologo, "How is your history?"
"I didn't go to college...but I read a lot of books."
Boluogo didn't really want to mention these things. It was in order to save for tuition that he enlisted in the army, but he encountered the wrath of the scorched earth.
"Oh..." Nathaniel apologized, "Over the years, we have been investigating the past history. From the fragmented history between the countries, we have concluded such a pattern. After every crazy war,
There was a large-scale population death, and after the war, rapid recovery began..."
"Isn't this a reasonable phenomenon?"
Boluogo interrupted Nathaniel's words, war, development, war... the history of mankind is a history of the evolution of war, and he couldn't understand it more clearly.
"It's a reasonable phenomenon, but it's too reasonable to be unreasonable."
Nathaniel said, "It's like someone has carefully calculated all this. A war will break out between countries every hundred years, and the scale, duration, and death toll of the war are all increasing according to a certain proportion."
Boluogo murmured, "The devils are secretly interfering with the process of history."
"It's not just interfering with the process of history, to be precise, interfering with the process of history is just a by-product of their real purpose," Nathaniel told Bologo, "Your previous metaphor is correct, the world is a huge market
,The devils are greedy businessmen..."
Boluogo whispered, "The disputes between the devils are not only used by them to resolve conflicts between themselves, but also a great harvest of souls, setting off a crazy war and devouring more souls. After the war, the world
Entering into a brief period of peace, waiting for the next harvest."
"They are like ranchers, and we are the lambs in the pen," Nathaniel said lightly. "When the sheep are fattened, they are killed, and the cycle continues."
Borrogo asked, "Then why do you see this as the final dispute?"
"This is the intelligence we pried out from the mouth of the devil. He did not say it directly, but kept hinting at us in some side information," Nathaniel said. "The scale of the war, the greed of the devils,
Desire, the power of mortals, all these are getting stronger with the changes of the times."
"Think of the wrath of the scorched earth, Boluogo. When the devils gather their strength and their chosen one wields the sword to fight, it will be a more terrifying destruction than the wrath of the scorched earth."
Nathaniel has not personally experienced the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, but he is well aware of the horror of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth. To this day, there are still many abandoned cities in the narrow kingdoms, starting from the Kogadel Empire and extending to the ridges of the mountains.
In the world, whether in forests and wilderness, or in rivers and plains, there are wreckage of steel buried everywhere.
Another war far more terrifying than the wrath of the Scorched Earth is waiting on the other side of history, waiting only for time to arrive.
The end of the war.
"Let's carefully recall the conflicts that this world experienced in the last hundred years, and what are the ongoing wars?"
Nathaniel stretched out his hands and put them on Borogo's shoulders. The two were so close that Borogo could smell the alcohol on Nathaniel's body.
In an instant, the long axis of history in Boluogo's cognition extended forward again. All along, he felt that the modern disputes originated from the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, the subsequent fall of the Holy City and the Secret War, and everything that happened now.
It's just an extension of the wrath of the scorched earth, but it's obvious that Boluogo's vision is still short-sighted.
The last dispute was so close to him, but Boluogo didn't notice it at all.
"Dawn War."
Boluogo said in shock.
Yes, the rise of the Eternal Night Empire and the coalition of secret societies were, in a real sense, the first extraordinary war that broke out in the shadow of history.
"That was the first defeat of the devils. Their disputes were blocked by the power of mortals. The Eternal Night Empire burned up in the dawn before it began to harvest souls on a large scale."
Under Nathaniel's narration, Bologo suddenly understood why Nathaniel cared so much about the identity of his chosen one, and why the Bureau of Order needed the devil's protection so much to participate in this final dispute.
This reminded Borogo of Nathaniel telling him about the meaning of the existence of the Special Action Group. This is an action group composed entirely of debtors. They are inextricably linked to the devil. Under the trick of fate, they replaced
The devils achieve one goal after another.
Or wake up, resist fate, and strike out that fatal sword at the critical moment.
