"The above is what I saw and heard in the etheric realm."
Boluogo stood in front of the long table and said mentally and physically exhausted, "I have already conveyed this part of the information to the decision-making room."
After saying this, Boluogo sat back on his chair and picked up the potion in the iron box on the table. There was bright silver starlight floating in it.
Boluogo injected Mang Yin's soul into his body. The abundance of the soul made Boluogo feel peaceful. Mamo said that he had consumed a lot of energy and physical strength, and this would make him feel better.
Throwing the empty potion aside, Boluogo looked forward. Both sides of the long table were filled with elderly scholars. Like Mamo, they were all very old. They were all sitting in wheelchairs. The backs of the wheelchairs were like
It is like a flag, with infusion stands and colorful hanging bottles hanging on it.
Their highly atrophied bodies were hidden under the red robes, and gold threads were interspersed and woven into the corners of the robes to highlight their noble status.
These scholars are pretty good. They are just physically exhausted and not dead. There are a few scholars whose organs have been removed and replaced with mechanical internal organs.
A famous scholar's wheelchair was extremely huge, with dense cables extending from his abdomen and connected to the humming machine behind the wheelchair, as if there was an external circulatory system to maintain his life.
Another scholar noticed Boluogo's gaze, and he cast his gaze at Boluogo. One of his eyes sunk deeply into his eye socket, and the other eye was a slowly rotating mechanical eyeball, which was similar to that of Aimuna.
Different from the eyes that have been decorated and optimized, this mechanical eyeball adheres to a rough style, with engine oil slowly seeping out of the gaps and flashing a dangerous red light.
After leaving the Upside Down Hall, Boluogo didn't stop for a moment before being brought to the conference room of the Scholars Hall by Mamo to conduct an action report with these elderly scholars.
These old guys are precious assets of the Bureau of Order. It can be said that it is this group of half-dead guys who, relying on their withered and withered hands, promote the alchemy matrix technology of the Bureau of Order and even the entire world.
Rough breathing could be heard in the conference room, and alarms sounded from time to time, alerting a scholar that his heart rate was too fast or his hormones were in excess.
Compared with these people, the old Mamo actually looks younger. At least he doesn't need a wheelchair to move around.
Outside the conference room, the medical team was already ready, but their purpose was not to provide timely medical rescue, but to prevent these scholars from brain-death. To everyone, each of them was an extremely precious database and computing unit.
When Boluogo was about to lose his patience, one of these scholars spoke as if the discussion had come to a conclusion.
The scholar was not speaking. His throat was completely slit, and an air valve was attached to his skin, as if he was breathing directly through it. Based on the vibrations of his throat, sharp electronic sounds were broadcast from the speaker under his wheelchair.
"Staff Bologo Lazarus, thank you for your dedication, you can rest now."
Boluogo stood up and saluted the scholars. As soon as he walked out of the conference room, before the door was closed, the scholar spoke again.
"I hope you can stay sane. At this age, I don't want to lose any of them."
The scholars all nodded in affirmation, and the next second a wave of heated discussion sounded from the conference room. The distorted sounds were mixed together, like a feast of demons.
The scholars, who were almost dying of old age, shouted at the top of their lungs, and the life-support equipment sounded alarms, but they were ignored. Some of them were so excited that they tilted their heads and lost their voice. If it weren't for the rough breathing they could hear.
, others thought he was dead.
These things did not attract Boluogo's attention. At this time, he had gone far away. The hall of scholars was very quiet and cold. Although this department is said to be a research institution, due to various factors, it is more like a cemetery.
To the dying scholars.
"Carry the flag."
Bologg said to himself. With the help of time, Bologg slowly digested the pressure. Thanks to his twisted psychology, Bologg once again developed a savior spirit.
The astronaut said that he is not special. Even if he is not chosen, the next chosen person will appear. He can be anyone.
This indifferent reply made Boluogo confused for a while, but after escaping from the void, talking to others, and thinking calmly, Boluogo reorganized his broken thoughts.
When Bologo first joined the company, there were several points that the doctor emphasized in his psychological evaluation.
Some narcissism, some stubbornness, plus a little bit of savior spirit...
Boluogo's will was as strong as his immortal body, as if he could not be knocked down. He puffed up his chest again and murmured, "So what if I am not the destined savior?"
A weird smile appeared on Bologg's face, he narrowed his eyes, and a cold and sharp temperament spread from his body. For a moment, Bologg seemed like the villain in the story.
"Since when do I need the devil's approval?"
Boluogo said stubbornly, "I think I am, I am. Are you dirty things like you worthy of deciding what I am?"
Raising his hand, the glow of the alchemical matrix filled Bolog's arm, and the complicated light track was like a masterpiece carefully carved by an artist.
The cyan light illuminated Boluogo's cheeks, adding a bit of mystery and coldness to him. Boluogo could feel stronger than ever before.
The ethereal world and astronauts occupied Bologo's thoughts so much that he almost forgot that he had already achieved this step.
A powerful bishop wearing a red robe.
In this third year, Borogo became a power bearer, located on the third rung of the extraordinary ladder, and crossed the dividing line of barriers.
The pure ether flowed silently, and the power of control rushed all the way along Boluogo's blood vessels. The expanded alchemical matrix has not yet been finalized, waiting for Boluogo's weaving to make the alchemical matrix grow and extend in the direction he expected.
The secret energy has not yet been replaced, but Boluogo has noticed something strange coming from his body. His sense of power is much stronger than before, and all his senses have become extremely sharp. The biggest change is his affinity for the ether.
Boluogo felt that as long as he improved a little more, he would be able to master the etheric skill of etheric perception. All ether changes in his own field would not escape his eyes.
Then comes the most significant change.
Etherization.
Mortal flesh and blood has been sublimated at this moment, but Boluoge has only become a power bearer for a few hours. The degree of etherization of his body is very small. If there is any obvious change, it will take time to accumulate and become familiar with the ether.
wash away.
Bologo slowly clenched his fists and released his own ether. The surrounding ground shattered and collapsed.
This is the palace of scholars, and it is also the chamber. The powerful virtual realm fills every place here. Even those who are in power cannot shake the chamber. The chamber is as solid as cast iron, but under the power of Boluo Ge
, surrender to him.
The expansion of power only lasted for a few seconds, and Boluogo didn't want to attract Kenshi's attention. As the power declined, the surrounding masonry began to heal itself and pieced back to its original appearance.
Overlord Xilin.
The source of Bolog's alchemical matrix.
Boluogo has always felt a sense of regret. He has never seen Xilin alive, nor has he seen him truly displaying this power.
Many extraordinary forces have several sets of highly mature alchemical matrices. After hundreds of years of iteration and countless trials and errors by predecessors, the alchemical matrices have been optimized to the limit. With this absolute perfection, between narrow and sharp,
The path that chooses between broad and blunt is called the perfect path.
The path of wind that Palmer travels is the perfect path of the Cracks family, which can maximize the power of the "source of wind".
Boluogo is different from these people who have accumulated experience. The only way forward for him is Xilin, and he died in the battle. Boluogo can only make his alchemical matrix grow in a certain direction based on his own judgment.
He strode towards the actual combat room. During the action, Boluogo recalled his promotion tendency in the previous stages and the various problems encountered in the battle.
Judging from the Bureau of Order's description of Xilin's power, Boluogo deduced that Xilin's power tends to be broad and blunt, and only by expanding its power infinitely can it cause such a large-scale disaster in an instant.
After realizing this, Boluogo found that he could not go back on his own, even if he imitated Xilin's path, because he had been following a narrow and sharp trend from the beginning.
"There's no need to imitate him..."
Boluogo will not be knocked down, he just needs some time to figure things out and get back on his feet.
The power of those in power gave Bologe a sense of self-confidence. The feeling of holding power was so fascinating. Now that he had embarked on a narrow road, Bologe felt that he might as well keep going, just like himself.
That’s what I thought when I was promoted to a believer.
The road to polarization.
A tendency is heading towards an absolute extreme, and now, Boluogo has preliminary ideas about the next extreme.
"Narrower, sharper, more microscopic..."
Boluogo murmured in a low voice, suddenly stopped, stood there, and closed his eyes.
The body surface has not yet been finalized, and the alchemical matrix that is still changing is like smudged ink and countless floating threads. Their changes begin to slow down. The floating light rises for a moment, and then becomes silent, without any starlight.
reveal.
Bologo often fell into mental strife, because he was like a pathological tyrant who wanted to bring everything under his control, and those things that were beyond his control always made him feel uneasy.
Capture the essence of things.
The essence of power.
The alchemical matrix growing in the soul further expanded, and the supported branches did not spread to the surroundings, but began to shrink, like a stone pillar supporting the heaven and earth, turning into a straight giant tree.
Boluogo opened his eyes, and his body surface shimmered again, but this time the wandering lines completely solidified and stayed in place.
High concentrations of ether remained in the alchemical matrix, and they began to overflow, with bursts of highly condensed water droplets emerging from the body. They clustered together and rose, like steam that had dissipated after being overheated.
Bologg remained highly excited, and a few minutes later he arrived at the empty combat room. Under the protection of the training room, it didn't matter how wildly Bologg opened fire here.
After each promotion, Boluogo would also test his new secret power here to see if it would grow into the power he wanted as he expected.
Bologo took a deep breath, and the ether flowed passionately in his body, gathered together, and then burst out.
The power of the Powerbearer level exploded instantly, and the expanding ether formed a field tens of meters away around Boluogo. Unlike the Flame of the Cauldron, where there were specific fireworks to show the trajectory of the power, this time it was silent.
Breathless, the ether seeps into the ground, and stone pillars rise from the ground.
Bologg stood there, with just a thought, a thought, the stone pillars shattered, and thorns rose from the ground. This time, Bologg's control completely ignored the space restrictions, and the ether penetrated silently, and he could proceed.
Control.
A sharp thorn rose in front of Boluogo's eyes. It pierced the palm of Boluogo's hand. The blood flowed out, but did not drip. Instead, it twisted, condensed, and shaped. A bloody blade was held by Boluogo.
in hand.
The power of control once again broke through the limitations. Bologo was no longer limited to the solid state, and the liquid state was also included in his control.
Waving his hands and dancing out a few scarlet sword flowers, Boluogo knelt down on one knee, pressed his palms on the ground, and inserted the blood sword into the ground. Next, he wanted to try another force.
The control of liquid matter is only the lifting of restrictions after the secret energy is advanced. What Boluogo really cares about is the power he can use after being extremely narrow.
Boluogo focused on the extension of the ether, which penetrated into the room. Boluogo could vaguely see countless rays of light weaving into a large network, and his own ether was advancing, penetrating into it and crossing layers of defenses.
.
After a brief stalemate, the suppressed ether was released, and Boluogo's power penetrated all layers of defense. He did it.
In an instant, this area was no longer under the control of the Kenshi, but was transferred to the command of Boluogo.
After continuing on the path of polarization, Bologo's tendency for himself was to usurp and usurp. After a brief confrontation, he successfully seized control of this area and brought them under his control.
But this is not the limit of Boluo Ge's secret power. What if such power acts on the enemy Sublimer?
As long as Boluogo can contact the opponent and keep a close enough distance, Boluogo is confident that he can defeat the opponent's critical moment soul and completely dominate the ether in his body, and then...
Scarlet blood blades will erupt from the opponent's body.
"Secret Energy·Governing Order."
This is the name that Boluogo gave to this stage of secret energy. But before he could immerse himself in the bloody fantasy, the ear-piercing alarm sounded, and Kenshi realized that this area was out of control, and it would bring Boluogo
Goshu thought he was an intruder.
Massive amounts of ether filled the surrounding walls, frantically reinforcing the chamber. Boluogo only felt that he was training secret energy, but for the chamber, it sensed the return of the enemy.
