Endless brilliance magnified rapidly in Boluogo's eyes. He saw clearly this blazing storm. On every air flow, there were ghosts being pulled and dancing wildly, surrounded by hundreds of millions of ghosts.
The storm circled endlessly along the core of the day.
Now Bologg has joined the carnival. The tangle pulls Bologg and he falls towards the core of the day. The ghosts pass by Bologg one after another, until a ghost collides with Bologg head-on.
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In the short gap between the two souls intertwined, separated, and in contact, just like the poet's dream experienced by Bologna when he was promoted to a believer, a strange dream came again.
In the blink of an eye, Boluogo has experienced someone else's life, but this time Boluogo has not yet calmed down and regrouped his will. He continued to move forward under the pull of the tangle.
One after another ghosts hit Boluogo like a rainstorm, followed by completely different memories, some of them were male and female, some were wonderful and some were lost, and several periods of life were connected together, turning into a thousand-year-old memory.
Centuries of memory.
Bologo's self-awareness began to melt in these long and short years. He almost lost himself and merged into this crazy spiritual storm, but Bologo still defended his will.
In extreme pain, as if some kind of psychological defense has been triggered, most of the memories are like dreams, they appear suddenly and disappear quickly.
Judging from the actual flow of time in the etheric realm, it took Bologo dozens of seconds to fall into the day core inside the storm, but judging from Bologo's self-awareness, it took him an extremely long time.
, and during this period, most of the memories have evaporated.
It feels terrible, like someone roughly shoved tons of stuff into your head and then emptied it out again.
Boluoge gasped in pain. He realized that getting too close to the secret source was not a good thing. He tried to cut off the tangle, but no matter how much he tore it, the straightened threads still bound Boluogo tightly.
Will this be the end for all souls?
Devoured by a secret source?
Boluogo couldn't understand. There were too many things in this damn place that he couldn't understand. He recalled all the great discoveries in human history. Those who were the first to climb mountains and look down on the whole country, the first
People who have encountered the sea and traveled across the world are the first people to discover the existence of the secret source and create the alchemical matrix.
besides……
And the people who first forged a sword to slit another man's throat.
Now Boluogo feels that he has taken his "first time". The eyes of the world are focused on him, and he feels suddenly enlightened, followed by uneasiness and fear.
Pulled by the tangle, Bologg could only march all the way towards the core of daylight, until Bologg was completely swallowed up by the blazing white light.
The shadows made bursts of restless and anxious sounds, and their shapes became distorted. The shadows seemed to have taken on physical form, squirming violently, like a ball of filthy water, until at a certain moment it broke its own water surface tension.
, the shadow completely collapsed, and thousands of tons of sticky tar poured down.
Like countless dark poisonous insects crawling across the ice sheet, or like a rising tide of tar, they are besieging the white storm. The surging tar condenses into a series of distorted and weird shapes. They change unpredictably and become grotesque.
Army.
Boluogo's mood has gradually become numb, and he will not be surprised by any strange things that happen next.
The terrible nightmare is not over yet.
Countless umbilical cords ejected from the gradually boiling tar. They fell like a torrential rain, penetrating the ghosts surrounding the storm.
These thousands of umbilical cords are like outstretched arms, and their goals are clear.
Bologo's numb heart was filled with doubts again. If he had to choose a way to die, he would rather be burned to ashes by the blazing storm and the mysterious source than plunge into the stinking tar.
The fire that illuminated the darkness suddenly rose.
The blazing storm expanded rapidly, and the flame waves swept over the tar, setting off patches of blazing seas of fire. Shadows and blazing storms, each representing the projection of different powers, started fighting on the ice sheet.
It was a battle that Boluogo had never seen before, like the battle between thunder and hurricane, and the confrontation between mountain fire and torrent. Under the intertwining of light and darkness, it was like chaotic things turning from disorder to law, with arcs and light tracks blooming endlessly.
This collision of forces beyond cognition is pure, straightforward, and visual, just like a grand game of chaotic weather.
Boluogo could vaguely feel that whether it was shadows or white storms, they were unconscious and just pure power.
"No...why is this happening?"
Boluogo couldn't figure it out. If the projection of the secret source and the blazing white storm behind him were unconscious, Boluogo wouldn't be surprised. After all, people's knowledge of the secret source was too little.
But the shadows, the projections of the devil, why do they look like this?
Without any consciousness, they are like a group of wild beasts that rely entirely on instinct, uncontrolled and wanton expansion of power.
"Perhaps this is the essence of the devil?"
Boluogo suddenly thought of it and murmured to himself.
"The devils are just slaves of power, and what is contained in the etheric realm is the essence of their power?"
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. It was like a thunderbolt struck his body, stinging every inch of his nerves. Bologe trembled uncontrollably, and was extremely nervous due to excitement.
"Like...like a soul!"
The soul not only exists in humans, it also exists in the material world and the etheric world. When a human dies, the soul will leave the material world and return to the etheric world.
What about the devils?
In this etheric realm, they also have projections. Can it be said that devils, like souls, not only exist in the material world, but also exist in both the material world and the etheric realm.
Slave to strength.
The devils are divided into two. Hidden in the etheric realm is their crazy and evil power of authority, while what exists in the material world is their crazy will.
Strength and will are thus separated.
Boluogo struggled violently. At this moment, he had an extremely strong desire to survive. He wanted to live and he wanted to bring this information back.
"astronaut!"
Boluogo yelled, he saw the anchor that broke the umbilical cord, the astronaut was here, was he going to sit back and watch himself being swallowed by the secret source?
"Take me away!"
Boluogo continued to roar, his voice echoing in the vast world, and there was no echo for a long time.
No response.
Borlog shouted again, "I know you're here!"
The etheric realm responded to him with silence.
Bologg fell toward the core of daylight, where was the calm eye of the storm.
The blazing white storm was several times larger than Boluogo expected. Its diameter spanned at least several thousand meters. It was an unimaginably majestic creation, involving unimaginable power.
Boluogo couldn't help but guess what kind of disaster it would cause once such a power came to the material world. I'm afraid it could no longer be described as an extraordinary disaster, but an extraordinary apocalypse.
The surrounding light flow became more and more abundant. They filled Boluogo's field of vision and passed by him. At this moment, Boluogo seemed to be in a white passage, and then looked at the wriggling tar shadows.
They are at the end of the tunnel and are still shrinking.
One after another ghosts collided with Boluogo's body. Each collision brought fragments of memory, and his will was hit hard and full of cracks.
These ghosts have no will of their own. They are just information carriers carrying memories. This reminds Boluogo of the current director who has completely turned into wetware. Her will is also like these ghosts. Under the influence of countless wills,
Under the conflict with each other, they were completely broken, molded into lakes, and turned into walking zombies.
Boluogo will also end up like this. He only hopes that he can hold on for a longer time before completely collapsing...
No, it can't be like this yet.
"To call a devil, first you have to know his name."
Boluogo looked at the pitch-black tar behind the endless light and said in a loud voice.
"Leviathan!"
The sound slowly spread to the bizarre front line of the dispute. As if some kind of power had been triggered, the deep and distant sound sounded again, mixed with the rustling sound of metal rubbing against each other.
Something is coming.
The dark object broke into the storm and easily crossed the flame waves formed by the gathering of ghosts. The black shadow of Mo Lake continued to magnify in the blazing white light, until the rusty anchor appeared in Boluogo's eyes.
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Boluogo was very reluctant to borrow the devil's power, but at this time, he had no other choice.
The heavy anchor was covered with sticky tar, which condensed into a large shoal of swimming fish. They cruised together with the advance of the anchor. The moment they came into contact with the flames, all the tar fish swarms evaporated, paving the way with this sacrifice.
method to bring the anchor further forward.
Borrogo stretched out his hand with all his strength and tried to grab the anchor.
The collision of these two forces caused earth-shattering changes. The terrifying power spread wildly. At the same time, it came closer and closer. Just when Boluogo was about to be within reach, a pure stream of light enveloped Boluogo.
Logo.
Borogo was caught.
Pulling at high speed, Boluogo had already penetrated deep into the eye of the storm and touched the core of the day.
Almost at the moment of contact, Boluogo lost consciousness. At the end of his thoughts, what he saw was the unreachable anchor and the evaporated body.
His vision fell into darkness and his consciousness froze.
…
In the chaos, a trace of thoughts was slowly condensing. It took him a long time to gradually gather more thoughts until a complete consciousness was formed. After an extremely long time, he finally realized himself.
The presence.
He opened his eyes.
What came into view was a dilapidated wooden roof, the beams were covered with dust and cobwebs. The boy was lying on the bed, dazed for a long time, and didn't get up until a woman's voice came from outside the house.
"Hill!"
Hearing the woman's call, the boy had a confused look in his eyes. When the call rang again, he realized belatedly that Hill was his name.
Hill got up from the bed, got dressed and walked out of the room. In the early morning, before the sun had fully risen, the woman had already gotten up and worked. She rolled up her sleeves and packed her things in the cool wind.
Hill came to her side without saying a word. The woman saw something strange in Hill's eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Are you having another nightmare?"
"I did it, but...but it doesn't seem to be a nightmare."
"Huh?" The woman smiled, "Tell me about it."
"I dreamed that I became another person, one named..."
Hill tried to recall the confusing dream. After thinking for a long time, he slowly responded, "A man named Bologo, that seems to be the name."
"Then what? What kind of person is that?"
While the woman was busy, she asked Hill. In a busy day, there was little leisure time in the early morning. She wanted to spend more time with Hill.
"A... a strange person, I don't know how to evaluate him."
Hill recalled his dream. He seemed to have lived a strange life as Boluogo in his dream.
"He is a guy who advocates violence and is very good at fighting violence with violence. I dreamed that he was wielding a hammer and smashing the heads of bad guys one after another. He looked as strong as iron, but sometimes he seemed very fragile.
, I often lie in bed alone, wondering what I am thinking about.”
Hill's memory gradually became clearer, and his mood also became lower.
"His most important friend died. He was very sad and extremely sad."
Hill felt that he was about to remember the person's name. At this time, the woman stopped what she was doing, reached out and touched the boy's head and ruffled his hair.
"It's nothing, it's just a dream."
The woman knelt down and looked at him softly, "Just get some sunshine."
Hill wanted to say something more, but seeing the woman's soft and haggard face, he didn't want her to bear more, so Hill stretched out his hand and hugged the woman hard.
He whispered, "I will be a good boy, mother."
The woman kissed Hill's cheek affectionately and said, "Hill is a good boy."
There was a coughing sound in the room, interrupting the warmth between the two of them. The woman became a little flustered. She didn't even look at Hill and left him. She quickly walked into the room and pushed open the innermost door.
door.
Hill stood there, looking at the door, as if there was something terrible hidden behind the door. His eyes were fixed, and it took a long time before he looked away.
He tried not to think about what was happening behind the door, but the coughing sound could not stop coming from behind. It seemed like there was a patient infected with the cold hidden inside. His coughing became louder and louder, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.
Comes out the same.
Every cough was like a heavy hammer hitting Hill's chest.
It took a long time for the woman to take care of the things in the house. When she came out, she looked very tired. When she saw Hill, she showed a helpless and forced smile.
Hill said with difficulty, "Father, is he okay?"
The woman consoled her, "It's okay, my father's illness will get better soon."
The work time was approaching, and the woman got dressed and prepared to leave home for work. Hill stood at the door and watched the woman leave. Before the woman left, she gave him instructions again.
The woman said, "There is an epidemic now, so don't leave home, okay?"
"Um."
Hill nodded, "You too, mother, please be safe."
The woman smiled at him, turned and left. Her pace was neither fast nor slow, and her figure was tired and thin. Before she completely disappeared from Hill's sight, Hill vaguely heard a suppressed cough coming from the distance.
The sun rises and the moon rises, and the cycle begins again and again.
Hill knew that the disease had been prevalent in the village during this period. The first person to fall down was his father. He had been lying in the house for a while. He was afraid of being infected. His mother never allowed Hill to visit his father except for
Apart from hearing the coughing in the house every day, Hill had no other way to tell whether his father was still alive.
In order to treat her father's illness, her mother risked her life and went out to work. She often had to work until late at night before returning. When she got home, she couldn't rest because she had to take care of her seriously ill father.
Hill often had nightmares. In the dream, he opened the door and found that his father had died of illness long ago. What was left on the bed was a rotting corpse, and then his mother...
Hill never told his mother about the nightmare. He felt fear and despair at the possibility. Gradually, Hill even began to fear the night and resist sleep.
"Bologo..." Hill whispered the name, "Bologo Lazarus."
Hill envied the man named Boluogo. Although he had a tragic experience, he had the power to resist. Now Hill can do nothing. He can only watch his mother weaken day by day and the family gradually fall apart.
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day to day.
After that night, Hill never dreamed about Boluogo again. Similarly, he never had nightmares again. During this period, Hill was in good spirits, but his mother became
Much weaker.
The continuous work made my mother exhausted, and my father's illness showed no signs of getting better.
Hill knew that if this continued, it would only be a matter of time before his mother would be completely broken down, but he had no way to reverse it. He even couldn't take care of his father because of his mother's ban.
Hill had not seen his father for a long time, and he could not imagine how ugly his father must be lying on the bed now.
"Mom, it's time for you to rest."
Late at night, Hill sadly prayed to the woman, but the woman still stubbornly pushed the door open and stepped into the darkness.
Hill hugged her waist. The woman lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "Hill, be good. Father needs to be taken care of."
"So when does it end?" Hill asked puzzledly, "Look at yourself, you are too tired, you need to rest."
The woman fell silent, and after a few seconds, her voice became trembling, as if she was holding back a sob.
"But, what can I do? Hill."
At that time, Hill didn't understand the woman's words, so she forcefully broke away from Hill's embrace, turned around and walked behind the door.
In this way, many days later, my mother also fell ill. Her face turned pale and her whole body was weak. Like her father, she would cough quietly from time to time.
Hill heard that many people in villages and towns had died due to the epidemic.
Hill knew that if things continued like this, not only would his father leave, but his mother would also be unable to hold on.
Whenever late at night, Hill began to suffer. He wanted to change everything, but he didn't know how to do it.
Then... then Hill saw him, on a stormy night, as if the whole world was about to collapse. The strong wind was hitting the house, the rain was pouring, and the thunder was rolling. The house was crumbling, as if it was about to collapse completely.
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Hill curled up in the quilt and called for his mother, but no one in the room responded to him. It seemed as if he had fallen into a deep sleep or left.
The knocks on the door were heard clearly in Hill's ears, the faint sound masking the wind and rain.
Hill didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the voice was very stubborn, tapping repeatedly and refusing to stop for a moment.
Trying to muster the courage, Hill rolled up the quilt and tried to push open other doors to find his mother, but those doors seemed to be cast into molten iron and remained motionless.
In the end, Hill could only face it alone. He walked towards the door, and at the same time, a strange premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
"Don't open the door."
A voice warned.
"Don't open the door!"
The voice became louder, as if he was roaring at Hill.
Hill couldn't stop. His body seemed to be dominated by some kind of force. He walked towards the door uncontrollably, grabbed the door handle, and used all his strength as if he was trying to pull away a boulder.
The cold wind and rain poured in from the gap, and a dark figure stood in front of the door, saying hello to Hill.
"Good evening, Hill."
Hill stood there blankly.
Many years later, he will still recall this day, the beginning of his dark destiny.
same.
Hill will also be happy, at the end of darkness will be the rise of dawn.
