Chapter 1083: Die for a While

Chapter 1083: Die for a while...

When Boluogo returned to the Order Bureau, the sky had darkened, but the night did not cover the earth again like in the past. In the far north, the tree of light stood unobstructed, and the endless glow followed. With the ether pouring out of the great rift, it spreads all over the world.

The auroras floated like silk, illuminating most of the sky.

Boluogo did not marvel at or revere this beautiful scenery like others. Unlike these ignorant people, Boluogo knew what kind of twisted evil was hidden under the seemingly sacred towering tree.

Boluogo said casually, "There are many new faces."

When he was at the intersection, Boluogo noticed this. Among the logistics staff in charge of the scene, there were many newcomers who had just joined the industry.

It's not that Boluogo remembered everyone's name, but he could feel the youthfulness and unfamiliarity in these people, and he almost had the word "newcomer" written on his face.

"Yes, the Bureau of Order has been continuously expanding its manpower. As the situation becomes more dangerous and the war approaches, the threshold for our recruitment is also lowered little by little," Palmer explained. "Even college students are coming. We have an internship here.”

The sacred tree of light couldn't help but come to mind, and Palmer continued to sigh, "If something like this happened suddenly, I guess the Bureau of Order's actions will become bigger and bigger, and maybe they will directly recruit troops... …the one who conquers Ninghua.”

Boluogo remained silent and did not answer.

The leisurely nonsense time was over, and both of them got away from the short leisure and headed towards their respective accusations. They walked side by side without saying a word until they came to a fork in the road, where they stopped.

Palmer said, "I need to go back and report on the Maw."

Boluogo nodded, "I just want to report what I saw and heard today."

Palmer hesitated for a moment, and a complicated expression flashed across his face. He put on a familiar smile and raised his hand to say goodbye.

Boluogo asked, "What's wrong? If you have anything to say, just say it."

Palmer's smile stiffened, and his eyes wandered around in embarrassment, looking a little embarrassed.

"I...I want to ask what happened."

The sudden towering tree of light caught everyone's attention, even Palmer was no exception.

Now, the connection between the Bureau of Order and the North is being re-established bit by bit. In the intermittent contact, there is not much useful information. Just when everyone is confused, Boluo Ge has just come back from there in person and is riding in Tunyuan. Hitchhiking in the throat.

"If this involves confidentiality regulations..."

Burlogo interrupted Palmer, "That big crack is the product of the devils' strife."

Palmer was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.

"To tell it in detail, it's a bit too complicated, and...and there are indeed many beings involved," Bologg said apologetically, "But what I can tell you is that there is nothing wrong with Morrowind Stronghold, and the disaster has not broken out here. Within Fengyuan Highlands.”

Hearing this answer, Palmer finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how heartless he was, he still felt uneasy looking at the tree of light near his hometown.

"We are still partners," Boluogo then emphasized, "you don't need to worry so much."

"Oh...oh, isn't this about obeying the one-time rule?"

Palmer's awkward, embarrassed and embarrassed look just now seemed like an illusion. He became careless again and waved to Boluogo repeatedly.

"Then I'll leave first."

Burlogo watched Palmer disappear at the end of the corridor, and he also gradually put away the false smile on his face.

Unlike Palmer, Burlogo couldn't laugh.

The cheers given to Boluogo by the logistics staff just now really excited Boluogo. He felt the realization and recognition of his self-worth, which once again solidified his original intention.

But the more this happened, the harder it was for Boluogo to relax, and he didn't dare to indulge in the praise.

Burlogo did not inform Palmer of the destruction of the Ridge of the Mountains, not because he was afraid that Palmer would leak the news, but rather because he was afraid that Palmer would show an expression of fear and shock.

Even Palmer, as a baseman, was terrified, but what about others when they heard the news?

Bologo's killing of the Throat of the Abyss can indeed provide great morale to the Bureau of Order and even all mankind, but the destruction of a founding family is enough to flatten this morale.

"Flea."

Boluogo called softly, and Freya emerged from the wall on one side like a ghost. She has been lingering by Bologg's side since he returned to his home.

"Instructions please."

Freya saluted to Bologg, who looked at her indifferently and did not give an order immediately.

It was strange. When he called Freya, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Simply recalling it, Boluogo thought that in the past, he would call someone's name into nothingness, but that name was obviously not Freya. .

Boluogo shuddered inexplicably. He suddenly realized that there were no major events or turning points, but unknowingly, his life was still uncontrollably heading towards another road of no return, and it was the same as the old days. Fading away.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Boluogo remained silent, Freya noticed something strange. According to the coping mechanism, the basic logical consciousness went offline, and Freya, who had a mind, took over the work.

Freya's eyes became obviously alert.

"Nothing," Boluogo sighed and said, "Take me to the office."

Darkness enveloped Boluogo, and when the dim light shone again, Boluogo had arrived in his closed office.

Just like Libbius's office, in addition to the necessary office objects, Fuliya also carefully prepared a small bedroom for Berlogo, which contains a single bed, which can be rest if necessary. , also has a basic shower room, and a wardrobe filled with uniforms that fit Burlogo's figure.

Boluogo simply rinsed his body. The feeling of clean water washing over his skin was incomparable to the power of control peeling off blood stains.

This reminded Bologg that when Palmer was still in power, he clearly had the ability to fly short distances, but he still stubbornly drove a heavy car.

"This is called the driving experience, and it is completely a different thing to fly!" Palmer complained, "Just like the glory people only need simply replenishing energy, why not eat starch rods?"

Bologo turned up the water flow, feeling the warm water flowing over his skin, feeling the so-called "alive".

"I am a human being, not a god, and I will never be a god."

In the rushing water, Boluogo warned himself in a low voice.

Drying himself off and getting dressed, Bologo looked respectable again.

Boluogo asked, "Is the deputy director in the reclamation room?"

Freya responded, "The deputy director has set off for Fengyuan Highlands at noon."

Boluogo combed his hair with his hands, "One after the other?"

When Borogo walked through the ether and reached the ridge of the mountains, Nathaniel was also mobilizing his troops.

It has affected the large -scale trajectory shuttle, which makes it extremely dangerous, but frequent short -distance shuttle is also safe. Arrive at the battlefield.

But no one expected that Boluogo would come back first, or in such a crazy way.

Sitting in front of the desk, Berlogo frowned, looked at the blank paper in front of him, and looked at Fulia who guarded him aside. He had some headaches where to start from.

"Remember my next words and repeat them to the decision-making room."

If Nathaniel is not here, Bologo can only tell Freya all the information he has.

Many things have a headache for Burlos. He has no mood to write, and he has no spare no effort to integrate the inextricable in his head. It is up to her to sort out the fragmented information and retell it to the decision-making room.

"When I arrive in the ethereal realm..."

"..."

About half an hour after narrative, Bylogo was repeatedly repeated by this series of experiences. In order to prevent the appearance, Berlogo also deliberately recalled two times to determine that he had no details.

"The Qunshan family is not completely destroyed," Bylos added. "In the disputes of the devil, the Qunshan family successfully evacuated a large number of people into the material world."

Speaking of this, Boluogo remembered Levan who had fought with him before, and he didn't know what happened to him.

After talking about all this, Berologo felt that he felt better, and wanted to tell all the troubles and handed it over to another person to bear the pressure with himself.

Freya crossed her arms to protect her chest. She nodded to Boluogo expressionlessly, then sank into the ground and disappeared.

There was only one person left in the office, Boluogo. He was sitting in his original position, staring ahead, his expression as dull as a doll that had run out of wind.

The weird silence came in the office, as if a layer of intangible film wasolated this place from the world. However, in this long silence, many noise gradually emerged, like the ghost in the dark, eroded silently in silence silently. This silence.

First of all, the low breath and deep breathing of Berlogo were passed into the ear. Each of each of the ups and downs was like the wind poured out of the abyss, with a scent.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful heartbeat came from Bylos's chest. It was a rhythmic and life rhythm. The groaning of the blood pumping like the sea was like the tide of the sea.

At this delicate moment, Boluogo seemed to still be able to hear the sound of his own blood flowing in his veins. It was a subtle and continuous sound, like the gurgling of a stream, or like silk gently fluttering in the wind.

Boluogo's eyes widened. He had never closed his eyes since the silence fell, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

A madness brewed and spread in the silence.

At this moment, the roar of the second hand moving on the clock dial resounded in my ears, like a hammer hitting an anvil, completely shattering the strange silence.

Boluogo suddenly raised his hand, and the power of control exploded. The resentful bite placed in the corner rose into the air, and was held by Boluogo in his hand.

"Flea!"

Boluogo shouted again, his voice obviously much higher, as if he was accumulating some emotion.

"What are your orders?"

Freya fell from the ceiling and hovered in front of Boluogo.

Boluogo said coldly, "Let your personality come to see me."

Freya nodded silently, her slightly pale eyes gradually gained a sense of agility, and an innocent smile appeared on her face.

"Hey! Boluogo, what's wrong?"

Freya happily greeted Boluogo.

Since accessing the Kenshi virtual domain, Freya has to deal with more and more events, which has a certain impact on her own computing power. In order to serve the Order Bureau more efficiently, Freya has made her own mental level correspondingly different according to the difference in event levels.

Ordinary trivial matters are all handled by some conscious entities with basic logic, just like self-disciplined machines and ordinary customer service who answer the phone. Now, Bolog directly talks to "Furya" itself.

Bolog said, "I need you to help me do something."

"It sounds important."

"Almost," Bolog said, holding the resentment bite in his backhand, "First, I want to make a code with you."

"Please speak."

"The code is..."

Blog searched for something that could be used as a code in his mind, and a slightly magical word emerged.

"The code is... gray fog! Industry! Delicious shrimp crackers!"

Furya blinked, she thought Bolog was joking.

Bolog looked at her seriously. He was not joking. After working for so long, Bolog would listen to Dudel's radio every day when he got up, rain or shine.

Over time, that demonic opening speech was completely imprinted into Bolog's soul... Bolog's soul was not much, and he didn't want to imprint such a weird thing on it.

"Anyway, I will die for a while. If I don't revive within three hours, or if I revive but can't repeat the above words to you..."

Bolog took a deep breath and made up his mind, "Once this happens, notify the decision-making room immediately and tell them that I am in danger, or even paralyzed or out of control."

"Hmm, hmm..."

Freya nodded while listening. Suddenly, she realized something and asked hurriedly.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by dying for a while?"

Bolog didn't answer Freya's question. When she asked this question, Bolog had already clenched the resentment bite with his backhand and pierced his heart with a sword.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, only Blog knew that the real battle was not over yet.

When Blog fought with the Maw of the Devouring Abyss and returned to the material world, the battle between Mammon and Leviathan had just begun. Blog did not think he had enough spare energy to return to the etheric world again, and during the long journey, he looked for the battlefield where the two of them fought.

Moreover, what if he found it? Blog could not participate in that level of dispute at all.

Therefore, all Blog could do was to get some benefits from them like a vulture after the battle between the two.

After so long, Blog guessed that the battle should be over. Whether he won or lost, he could find the answer in the void.

"Is this a happy trouble?"

While muttering to himself, Blog twisted the blade, crushing his heart, and the surging ether burst along the sword wound, completely tearing Blog's chest and even the upper body to pieces.

As a glorious person, Blog is no longer like before, he can die simply by cutting his throat.

The newly dressed and washed body turned into a mass of rotten flesh and blood in an instant. Many blood foams passed through Freya's illusory body and slapped on the wall.

Freya stared blankly at the half-remaining corpse on the chair. After a short breath, she screamed like a boiling kettle.

This picture was encrypted, saved, and uploaded into the cluster thinking.

Spread like a virus.

A few seconds later, the Freyas in the Pillar Court screamed inexplicably, followed by the Deep Nest Court, the Logistics Department, the Field Department, the Sublimation Furnace Core...

Blogo didn't realize how much trouble his behavior had brought to Freya. Blogo only knew that after the darkness in front of him dissipated, he once again stepped into the desolate gray world.

Between nothingness, it is right in front of us.