What Bologo will implant will be something that will stay with him until the end of his life.
Regarding this mysterious thing, all Boluogo's knowledge came from Jeffrey. Although he also recommended several related books to himself, Boluogo never had time to read them, but now, in his heart,
For all this, there is also a basic cognitive framework.
Burlogo replied, "Only a rough idea."
"OK, all right."
Teda pondered for a moment and then continued.
"To explain it to you in my own way, I think the alchemical matrix is a seed, a seed rooted in our souls. As we advance, this seed will also become stronger and stronger as our souls change.
It grows vigorously and even turns into a towering tree."
"The alchemy matrix of Xilin Kogardel is a towering tree. From the 'Condenser' to the 'Glory One', this big tree has lush leaves. Correspondingly, as the cornerstone of the big tree, his soul
He is also extremely strong to be able to support all of this.”
Bailey waved her hand, and the golden trajectory was outlined in her hand, turning into a scalpel made of trajectory.
She stirred in the golden air, and a masterpiece gradually emerged, vertically above Boluogo.
It was the overlord's alchemy matrix, with golden veins expanding wildly, like cracks in the ice surface, winding and entangled, and like murals painted by countless craftsmen, depicting mountains and clouds.
The alchemists spent many years replicating it from the Overlord's body and displaying it before Bologo's eyes.
"The same is true for the advancement of us condensers. We constantly strengthen our souls, making the 'capacity' of our souls larger, making the foundation stone stronger and tougher, so that the alchemical matrix can grow on this foundation stone.
From the 'seed', the 'trunk' grows, and according to the tendency of future 'promotion', the extension of the 'branches' is determined until it turns into a 'big tree'.
So what we want to implant for you is not the alchemical matrix of the 'Glory One'. After replicating the overlord's alchemical matrix, we need to constantly revise and eliminate this cumbersome matrix.
Reduce its dimensions.
From the alchemical matrix of the 'Glorious One', the dimensionality is reduced to the alchemical matrix of the 'Condensing One'.
From a towering tree, compress it back into a seed."
As Teda spoke, Bailey also started to act. I don’t know what she activated, and the golden tracks hovering on the ground began to rise. They hovered around the operating table, constantly entwining, as if they were rings made of gold.
, heavily superimposed on it.
The concentration of ether rose sharply, and everyone felt the pressure of nothingness. More and more ether was squeezed here, majestic and heavy.
"Oh my god..."
Jeffrey whispered, reaching out his hand to try to catch the golden dust. They solidified in his hand, and then spread out, all pouring onto the heavy golden rings.
The ether concentration here has reached a terrifying value, and even this void energy can already appear in a physical form.
Golden dust floated everywhere, turning into a golden mist that enveloped everyone.
Bailey wielded the scalpel. This female madman rarely became serious in professional matters. She lightly cut through the veins of the gold. The complicated picture gradually became simple, and the removed parts slowly fell down.
On Boluogo's body, it was like dust that collapsed upon contact and dispersed into nothingness.
Bologg stared at all of this blankly. This magnificent and mysterious sight was not common. The ether turned into mist, carrying some kind of magic power. Bologg felt that his sight would be completely swallowed up by it.
"But you are different, Mr. Lazarus. As a debtor, your soul is incomplete, so the 'capacity' of your soul cannot withstand the conventional alchemical matrix."
Teda's voice changed and he said with a serious expression.
"So?" Bologg asked.
"If a debtor like you undergoes an implant, there will be great risks and the soul will collapse, but fortunately you will not die... So I know very well what will happen. In such a complicated case as yours, I do too
First time meeting.”
TEDA's body also shone brightly, and the golden mist began to twist, with some gorgeous colors appearing in it.
"The soul is the carrier of the alchemical matrix. After the condensers lose their souls and become demons, their alchemical matrix will stay in the void. Although they can still use secret energy, due to the lack of soul, their alchemical matrix will also be damaged.
The matrix cannot continue to grow, and it can no longer be promoted.
The debtor's promotion will become extremely dangerous due to the lack of soul."
TEDA looked at Boluogo with a complicated expression.
"You are like a wonderful paradox, a combination of contradictions, implanted in this extremely unstable alchemical matrix. You yourself are a debtor with a missing soul, but your 'gift' prevents you from dying..."
He laughed out loud.
"I also started to wonder what will happen next."
Boluogo didn't know what to say. Should he say that he was worthy of being a master and a disciple? Sometimes, the two people's ideas were surprisingly consistent.
"My secret power belongs to the 'School of Fantasy Creation'. As the name suggests, the power of this school is 'Fantasy Creation', creating non-existent entities. This school of thought is not suitable for scientific research, but my imagination is rich enough."
Teda smiled and said, there was another metallic sound on the operating table, and the shackles bounced up, tightly restraining Boluogo on the operating table. Then several brackets rose up, and the edge of the platform where Boluogo was lying also
The bulges rise one by one, like a bathtub, and Bologg is placed in it.
"So? What's the use of your secret power?"
Bologo tried to move, but found that he was completely locked and could only move his head.
"The 'path' I am taking is the oldest classical route, which is exactly what the 'School of Illusion' literally means, 'Secret Energy·Fantasy Creation'."
Teda continued, "For this reason, the tendency of my alchemy matrix is 'broad and blunt'. As long as it is within the scope of my field, I can most likely make my fantasies come true."
"In other words, you only need to imagine that the 'ceremony goes smoothly', and I might actually be able to successfully implant it?"
Borrogo asked, "What the hell is this?"
He didn't understand the so-called "tendency". He remembered that Jeffrey had mentioned something about "narrowness" before, but now he had a relatively clear understanding of "fantasy creations".
"Yes, that's it."
Teda showed a weird smile, and at this moment Baili, who had been correcting the alchemical matrix, started singing happily.
"The implantation went well~ The implantation went well~"
Under her singing, Taida was busy humming the same tune.
"It went well~ it went well~"
The attending doctors and nurses were singing and dancing, while the patient looked peaceful. Boluogo felt that it would be inevitable to die like this.
Weird, oh, so weird.
Are all the people in the Sublimation Furnace like this? What do these people do every day with the funds from the Bureau of Order?
Boluogo wanted to say something to accuse, but then Bailey suddenly said.
"Okay, the correction is completed and the implantation can begin."
A beautiful face appeared in front of her eyes. She lay down beside the operating table, looked at Boluogo, and reached out to open Boluogo's eyes, as if to take a closer look at his blue pupils.
"The implantation ceremony requires your soul to be 'semi-condensed', that is, to condense an entity from nothingness and liquefy it, so as to interfere."
After opening her left eye, she opened her right eye again. Under the bright golden light, her face was hazy, with a somewhat sacred meaning.
"Usually we will inject you with some anesthetic. After all, the process of soul condensation is very painful."
Upon hearing this, Boluogo was stunned for a second, and his expression became cold.
"But this implantation ceremony is full of risks. I need you to stay awake to avoid accidents. Can you do that?" Bailey asked.
"Okay, I'm very good at enduring pain, especially pain."
Boluogo said expressionlessly.
"Okay," Bailey glanced at Teda. Their eyes exchanged briefly, and Teda said, "Let's begin."
In an instant, everything stagnated.
Boluogo saw that the floating gold dust and countless particles stopped moving and completely froze in the air. He looked at Teda and Bailey, and their faces were also hidden in the golden haze.
.
It was as if the world was frozen at this moment, and the rotating wheel of the hour hand was frozen by the frost, and then collapsed.
The golden dust swirled around each other, the high concentration of ether combined together, and the sound of rushing water sounded.
The stagnation was broken, and the golden mist turned into thundering cumulus clouds, with dazzling currents and sparks bursting out from them. Then the ether liquid turned into golden raindrops, pouring down, and they flowed into the grooves in the ground.
, outlining a huge array pattern.
The flowing gold rushed towards the core operating table. Boluogo felt a slight chill. The "bathtub" he was in was filled with liquid ether of gold. In the blink of an eye, the liquid reached his neck.
.
"Start to condense."
The liquid flooded Bologg, and the sound was booming. Bologg couldn't hear who was speaking. He tried to breathe, and the liquid filled his lungs, but he didn't feel like he was drowning.
"liquefaction."
Someone sighed.
Boluogo looked upward, and the golden color in his eyes turned into absolute darkness in the next second.
Severe pain.
It was a severe pain that could drive one crazy, like burning fire, and like being placed in an ice cellar, with roaring thunder torturing the body, and endless iron needles piercing the body.
Boluogo gasped in pain, and the water bubbles floated up, as if the liquid was boiling.
The blue eyes began to turn white, and ferocious and frightening hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, like countless galloping wild horses, stepping over Boluogo's body one after another.
The burning scorched earth, the wails of thousands of dead soldiers, the cunning and blurry figures, the seductive whispers...
The heart was grasped by invisible hands, and it pressed hard. This was not to kill Boluogo, but to force his heartbeat to burst.
Boluogo cannot die yet, he will continue his earthly asceticism.
Then Bologger saw it.
Endless darkness, endless darkness. I don’t know how many years have passed, but the darkness has finally been replaced by light.
Someone reached out to her, but then she died again, in the dark alley, with a smile on her cold face...
Burlogo suddenly couldn't feel the severe pain, or in other words, he had become numb to it and became indifferent.
He remembered that in those literary works, many authors described the scene of people entering heaven after death, but few wrote how people entered hell.
Everything in the past is constantly flashing before my eyes at this moment of death.
