Chapter 1086 By Chance

The filled blood rushed to the face, so strong that people were almost unable to breathe, like a huge wound hidden in the darkness, and the blood was dripping, silently telling some kind of tragic and sadness.

At the same time, the air was still filled with the faint smell of disinfectant. This familiar and pungent smell made Boluogo frown. There was also a series of noises in the darkness, which were the ticking of instruments. The sound is like a note of urgency, making people unable to rest at ease.

"Let's go," Leviathan urged Boluogo, "What you want is right in front of you. Why, don't you dare to face the truth?"

the truth?

Now that he heard this word, Boluogo didn't feel much in his heart. Maybe he had already felt tired in front of one truth after another.

Boluogo calmed down and looked in all directions. He was at the bottom of a crater. The suspended boulders blocked all light, making the bottom dark. But looking towards the edge of the crater, he could see a glimpse of whitening The light illuminated the gray earth.

It seems that many of Leviathan's facilities are built at the bottom of the crater, but only Leviathan himself knows which one is which.

At the end of the darkness, there was a huge figure, lying there quietly, like a sleeping mountain. Although the outline was blurry, Boluogo could still feel the majesty and solemnity coming towards him.

Boluogo heard the sound of gurgling water, sometimes soft, sometimes violent.

It was a twisted nightmare made of steel and flesh. It looked like a huge human torso that had been cruelly deprived of limbs and head. It was as if someone had executed a giant and embedded its flesh and blood into the steel. Make it suffer forever.

The abdomen of the torso bulges high, as if some evil power is brewing. The huge cables are like black tentacles, savagely penetrating the broken flesh and blood, ruthlessly connecting the mechanized organs and soft tissues.

Accompanied by a creepy ticking sound, the viscous liquid slowly overflowed and dripped from the gaps, forming strange pools of blood on the ground. The always-on indicator light was like an evil eye. A cold light shone in the darkness, as if staring at Boluogo.

Boluogo turned to look at Leviathan, who had an inexplicable smile on his face.

Leviathan encouraged, "Go ahead."

Boluogo took a deep breath and strode forward. The closer he got, the stronger the nauseating smell became. It reminded Bologg of beings who were also made of steel and flesh.

Standing in front of this flesh and blood creation, facing Bologg was its swollen and deformed abdomen. The skin was stretched as thin as a cicada. It felt warm and soft to the touch. Bologg could feel it when pressed gently. There is fluid pooling in the abdomen.

It's strange that this thing didn't pose any threat to Boluogo. But the moment he touched it, Boluogo felt an uncontrollable feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if there was a colony of ants in his body. Table crawl.

"This thing can be regarded as one of the legacies of King Solomon," Leviathan explained timely, like a dedicated tour guide, "but it has always been in the theoretical stage. Later, I used the power of the devil to That’s when it was accomplished in a real sense.”

Boluogo carefully observed the swollen abdomen. Its edge was inlaid with an iron frame and studded with bolts. The orange light emitted from the flesh and blood reflected the vague outline of the internal organs through the thin skin. The countless blood threads spreading like spider webs slowly wriggled like roundworms.

This thing is like a large piece of amber, and I don’t know what is sealed inside...

Boluogo could vaguely imagine what it was.

The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and Boluogo felt sweat forming on his forehead, but he reached out and touched it, but there was nothing there.

"This thing..."

Boluogo suddenly realized that instead of saying this was a twisted creation of flesh and blood, it actually looked more like a deformed pregnant woman, with an unknown thing gestating in her swollen abdomen.

Looking back, Leviathan was looking at Boluogo expectantly, just like the host of a variety show who was playing tricks on others, fully expecting Boluogo's ugly appearance.

The sound of rushing water suddenly sounded from the high bulge in the abdomen, like an ancient secret language calling for something. Boluogo was startled by the sudden sound and immediately turned his eyes away. His heart beat suddenly a few times. down, as if to jump out of the chest.

The orange-yellow abdominal cavity was much larger than what he had observed before, and something seemed to be swimming inside, with a strange and crazy rhythm.

Unease surged, and Bologna felt like he was peering into a secret that should never have been revealed.

Boluogo had the chance to leave. However, as if by some strange mistake, his hand reached out to the thin skin again.

When Boluogo's palm pressed against the smooth surface, the touch felt like stroking cold snake scales. He could clearly feel the mucus oozing out from under the epidermis. The cold and sticky touch made his stomach ache. There was a surge.

It was as if he was touching another weird, deformed being.

In the hazy orange light, a dark outline gradually emerged and approached. It gently leaned against the edge of the skin of the abdomen, and a strange murmur echoed, seeming to be conducting some mysterious communication with Boluogo.

Through the translucent skin, Boluogo finally saw clearly the approaching object.

It was an adult male human curled up, holding his knees with his hands, like a fetus in the womb, shaking and rolling at will, as if freed from the constraints of gravity, the curled body gradually tilted upward, and the covered face gradually appeared.

Through the translucent epidermis and mucus, the face was completely displayed in front of Blogo. It was a face with closed eyes, quiet and peaceful, as if immersed in a distant dream.

However, when Blogo saw the face clearly, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the shock and fear swept over like a flood.

Immersed in light and sealed in amber, it was his own face.

The face of Blogo Lazarus.

In an instant, Blogo's mind was blank. Even though he had been mentally prepared and thought that this strange thing was related to his immortality, when it really appeared in front of him, he still felt at a loss.

The sound of footsteps approached, and Leviathan came to Blogo's side, admiring his masterpiece with him.

"Speaking of which, I have never named this thing," Leviathan said, "How about calling it... the Time Axis System?"

Blogo said nothing, staring at his other self.

Leviathan continued, "Blogo, there is no perfect immortality in this world. Even the existence of the devil itself depends on the existence of original sin, let alone you as a mortal."

Leviathan admired his great masterpiece and put his arm around Blogo's shoulders. "I took over King Solomon's work and used forbidden knowledge to create this flesh and blood instrument. It can be replicated and multiplied in batches."

He lowered his voice and whispered beside Blogo. This time he no longer called him by the name of Blogo.

"I created you almost infinitely... the soulless."

Berogo's breathing became heavy, but soon he adjusted his mood, and his eyes became cold and empty again.

"Body, mind, and spirit are the trinity. This is the iron law that has shackled the world since the advent of the ether, but King Solomon found a loophole in it, that is, the original, true human beings, the soulless who can survive without relying on the soul."

Leviathan was cautious, as if telling a secret that could not be told.

"The soulless broke the balance of this trinity, allowing me to bypass these iron laws and then vent my inspiration at will."

Berogo seemed to be unable to hear Leviathan's words, but just stubbornly stared at the sleeping other self, his expression gradually became compassionate, and interrupted Leviathan's words.

"So, I am no longer restricted by the constraints of the Trinity?"

"That's the theory," Leviathan explained the reason for all this in detail, "Berogo, your immortality is not time travel, nor the healing of flesh and blood, but... iteration."

"Whenever you are injured or die in the mortal world, this machine will replace the flesh and blood of the wound, or create a new body, and then replace it with the mortal body.

The remains you see are your dead bodies in the mortal world. The bodies are recycled and drained of all nutrients, turning into gray sculptures, and you use a brand new body to continue fighting."

Leviathan sat down, and a chair appeared out of thin air and caught him steadily.

He continued, "Whenever you die and become unconscious, and the continuity of your consciousness is interrupted, it is the Time Axis System that is reloading your soul and consciousness, loading them back into the body of the Soulless One that can accommodate anything."

"As for the passage of time after multiple deaths, this is even simpler. The Time Axis System is very powerful, but it is not omnipotent. After multiple deaths in a short period of time and exhausting the spare body, it also takes a certain amount of time to build a new body from scratch."

As if Leviathan knew all of Blogo's questions, he added, "Besides, the consciousness and soul after the transfer also need a certain amount of time to adapt to the new body again, re-project the alchemical matrix on the body, and once again undergo etheric transformation..."

Then, Leviathan chattered a lot more. For example, with this system, he fully grasped the detailed data of each stage in Blogo's promotion process, and even the composition of the alchemical matrix was clearly observed, as if Blogo was an experimental product that he was secretly spying on.

There are many illogical places, which are made up by the power of the blood covenant. Therefore, under this forbidden technology and the power of the devil, an extremely twisted and complex, but extremely subtle immortal body is achieved.

Blogo stood there and thought for a long time. From Hill's memory, he knew that he was the only successful soulless person. From the perspective of later generations, after he was lost in the attack of the Maw of the Swallowing Abyss, Hill did not develop another soulless person.

He is the only successful individual.

After Leviathan obtained this technology, he had no ability to expand it and create more soulless people. He could only study and copy himself as a unique case and build this time tracing axis system.

Blogo asked, "As long as the time tracing axis system is destroyed, I will no longer be immortal?"

"Almost," Leviathan said, "but there is nothing we can do about it. After all, there is no perfect immortal body, only a tendency to perfection."

Berogo continued to ask, "In other words, as long as you want, you can detonate this place at any time and take away my immortal body?"

The past of his own origins flew before his eyes, and countless possibilities appeared in front of Berogo.

"Not only taking away my immortal body, in the final analysis, my immortal mechanism actually sounds more like the transfer of consciousness and soul between the bodies of soulless people, and that's how I was born in the first place."

Berogo seemed to have noticed Leviathan's conspiracy, "As long as you want, you can always stuff another soul into the body of a soulless person, create another Berogo Lazarus, and completely mess up his life."

Nameless anger rose from Berogo's heart. He remembered the long war and the fall of the holy city. He saw an endless net that spread from the past to the present, firmly binding his own destiny.

"Tell me, Leviathan," Blogo said sternly, "I clearly escaped from fate, why did I go back on the day when the Holy City fell?"

When the young Blogo left the Holy City and started a new life in Redwood Town, Blogo was sure that he had indeed escaped from the hands of fate, but in the end, he still stepped onto the battlefield and appeared outside the Holy City that day.

In that brilliant light, he signed a blood contract with the devil and sold his soul.

This sounds like a long-planned conspiracy.

Blogo clenched his fists and stared at him, "Are you manipulating my life?"

"No."

Leviathan denied Blogo's accusation and answered casually, "The body of a soulless person and the soul with coordinates of another world, on these two points, I can be sure that their birth was artificial and premeditated.

But you are not, Blogo."

Leviathan... Hill recalled that day, a day in the distant past, when his friend died in front of him, and the only remaining achievements were sent into the warp crack.

"You did escape from fate that day, but perhaps you were also longing for revenge. On the day when the holy city fell, you came back and appeared on the battlefield."

Hill laughed, "To be honest, my original plan was not like this, but when I discovered your existence on the battlefield, a new idea replaced everything."

"You may not believe it, Blog," Hill said frankly, "It was you who appeared on the battlefield that day, so you prompted the establishment of the bet."

There are conspiracies and coincidences, but there is no doubt that all of this is driven by Blog's will.

"Blog, your 'body' and 'spirit' may be the product of conspiracies, but I can tell you for sure that the 'heart' born from this.

Blog Lazarus's will is completely yours."

Blog hates and doubts the devil, but at this moment, he instinctively believes Leviathan's words.

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Yes, a coincidence among countless conspiracies."

"Even if I wasn't there, there would be another person."

"Yes, you are not special. What is special is this era, the end of countless wills fighting each other, and someone must appear."

Hill said softly, "It just happened that you stood there."