Chapter 265: The Holy City of Raymond Gayton

Chapter 265 The Sacred City of Remgateton

This time Bologo can be considered as devoting all his strength in the true sense. All the soul fragments accumulated before were burned, part of which was supplied to Aimu, providing him with ether, and the other part roared and echoed in his own alchemical matrix.

After regaining his extraordinary strength, Boluoge moved very fast, moving forward on the rock wall like a vigorous ape.

There was not much time left for Boluogo. He counted the seconds quietly in his mind. From the moment he left the cave, he only had twenty-two minutes left to live.

Looking towards the distant darkness, Boluogo could already see the faint light of fire lingering in it.

The evil was sealed in this dark and gloomy underground by the Bureau of Order, and was burned with fire, causing it to remain in a dormant state forever. Even if flesh and blood were resurrected, it would be quickly burned into ashes all over the sky by the fireworks.

The foehn wind that can destroy everything is just the breath of evil in its long sleep. The old breath emerges from under the broken body, mixed with blazing sparks, and rushes through the dark rift valley.

Just breathing, just a tortured part of a long sleep.

The more he understood all this, the more Boluogo felt awe of the existence of evil, and thought that they were born from the devil, this awe was transferred to the devil.

"These lunatics have made a mess of the world."

Boluogo complained and jumped forward. The rock wall in front of him became uneven. Huge rock protrusions intertwined with each other, turning the rift valley into a huge mouth of some kind of monster. It was just that Its flesh and teeth were petrified.

The jackknife was nailed into the rock wall, and Boluogo hid in the interlaced canine teeth. A few minutes later, distant thunder rumbled, and the blazing foehn wind passed by around the rock, slightly burning the edges red.

Boluogo held his breath. He was getting closer and closer to his destination, and the temperature also rose sharply. Fortunately, there were such raised rocks everywhere, which could be used as shelters.

Aimu, who was behind her back, remained silent. After seeing the absurdity of Boluogo's behavior, she felt a sense of guilt in her heart.

Aimu deceived Boluogo, and her ether was not exhausted at all. Aimu was just cooperating with Alice to find a way to send Boluogo away so that the two of them could take the next step.

As for whether Amu can escape from this terrifying rift...

Aimu believed in Alice. Alice was indeed a phantom to her, but sometimes this phantom was... omnipotent.

Alice was right, she was very good at pretending and deceiving, and Bologg was now being deceived by her. These humans arrogantly thought that the alchemy doll was just a child, but they didn't know what was hidden in the heart of a child.

Aimu didn't trust anyone. Except for Alice, she had never revealed her true thoughts. But now Aimu was a little shaken, and she didn't even care about Alice's layers of temptation in her ears.

Boluogo did not give up on him. He made those ethers out of thin air like magic, and then ran around in this hell endlessly.

Aimu wanted to hear Alice's opinion. After all, he was about to be dismantled and was in an extremely passive situation. However, Alice had remained silent since just now and looked at Boluogo with complicated eyes.

Alice seemed to be an illusion, but it seemed not to be, and Aimu was a little confused.

"it's over."

Boluogo whispered, and when the foehn wind dissipated, he immediately jumped out of the bunker, jumping and moving between these raised rocks.

After losing the filling of soul fragments, the hunger in his heart became stronger and stronger, even Boluogo's willpower was a little unbearable.

Fortunately, everything is coming to an end, and Bologo is getting closer to its destination. If the Desperate Outpost is working seriously, they will definitely find themselves.

As for dereliction of duty? Boluogo thinks this is impossible. After all, there is a scourge locked up here. Those who can be sent to the desperate outpost must be not only the elite of the elite, but also a dedicated person like Lebius.

"Bologo, there's a question."

Aimu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"what is the problem?"

While Bologo responded, he stepped on a high raised rock. Such rocks were spread all over the surface of the rock wall, like huge stairs, for Bologg to move forward and avoid falling into the ashes below.

After seeing the scarlet flesh beneath the ashes, Bologo never wanted to touch that land again.

"These foehns come from the breath of evil's sleep, right?"

"I think so, what's wrong?"

"Then it shouldn't just be Hu..."

Before Amu finished speaking, Boluogo had already noticed it. Different from the previous thunder, this time it was an imperceptible slight sound. Then a breeze passed by Boluogo, and the ashes all over the sky were dragged behind. Moving, outlines of gray silk.

"We are too close, Boluogo!" Aimu exclaimed.

At this time, Boluoge also understood what she meant. Various negative states affected Boluogo's thoughts. It was extremely difficult for Boluogo to stay awake. He was unable to think about these things.

The evil has been breathing continuously, blowing the blazing foehn wind. Previously, it was judged that it would only take twenty-two minutes because the two of them were too far away from their destination. The foehn wind took twenty-two minutes to reach the destination. As it got closer to the destination, Time is also shortening.

Foehn is coming! But before that happens, evil needs to breathe in before it can breathe out.

Berogo turned around and ran towards the protruding rock on the side, but at this time the huge suction force had already captured him, and the strong wind swept past him and he flew directly into the air.

Now Berogo figured it out. This ghost place is simply a forbidden zone for life. Once ordinary condensers and believers fall into it, the ether vacuum environment will continuously weaken their strength, and the flesh and blood of the evil responsible for foraging will continue to attack, and there is also this periodic burning wind.

Various mechanisms are linked together one after another, forming this Jedi of life.

The folding knife stabbed into the rock under him with all his strength, but Berogo's figure was still dragged back. The folding knife left a dense spark on the rock until it broke away from the rock and the whole person was completely sucked into the air.

Berogo tried to throw out the snake scale liquid, but his speed was too fast. In an instant, the rocks around him that could be grabbed were out of the limit of the secret energy.

It was as if a storm rolled up Berogo, and his figure repeatedly rotated in the air, and his vision was spinning.

His body rose into the sky, and in a trance he saw the burning fire in the darkness, like a burning eye growing on the earth, and under his pupils was an endless sea of ​​fire.

Blogo tried to see it all clearly, and then he saw something, something that made him forget to think for a moment.

The strong suction disappeared, and a large amount of air mixed with ashes was poured into the sea of ​​fire. Blogo began to fall freely, and after a few seconds, he exhaled. The hot burning wind would push him away, and even burn Blogo into a charred shell.

After a short moment of daze, a glimmer of green flashed in Blogo's eyes, and he fell towards the ground. In mid-air, he adjusted his posture and fell towards the core area.

From high in the sky, with the help of the burning fire, Blogo finally saw what was hidden in the darkness. It was a huge ruins area, with densely arranged buildings covering the entire field of vision, and ashes engulfed them like a sea of ​​sand, and the grayish-white color covered every corner.

Before falling to the ground, Blogo threw out a series of silver-white hands, tightly grasping the towering buildings, which stood like stone tablets forever.

The dense silver nets stopped Blogo, but unfortunately, Blogo's ether was difficult to maintain, and these silver nets broke at the critical moment, and Blogo slammed hard into the ashes.

Fortunately, it was also decelerated. Blogo did not suffer any fractures except for the severe pain. He struggled to get up after panting for a few seconds and immediately hid towards the building at the other end.

The roaring thunder sounded from behind the heavy buildings, and the blazing burning wind swept through the ruins, as if a giant was swallowing and spewing fireworks, destroying the city.

"This city should have been very glorious in the past."

Amy murmured to herself. She also saw the huge ruins from the sky. Even if it was burned by the burning wind and buried in ashes, she could still see the former glory from the broken walls.

Blogo said nothing until the burning wind ended, then he walked out of the shadows and strolled in the ruins.

Strangely, Blogo seemed to have been here before. He turned onto a straight road and walked up the stairs buried in ashes.

Blogo stood there for a long time.

"So you are here..."

Blogo thought that the shock of the evil had been great enough, but after seeing the ruins, Blogo suddenly felt that the evil was nothing.

For Blogo, a ghost who traveled through time, nothing could touch him more than seeing something he knew.

It seemed that the time in Blogo's memory was not really buried by time, and it still left some traces in the world, indicating that it had existed.

"Something is wrong. How could there be such a large ruin here?"

Aimu couldn't understand all this. "Was it built by the Order Bureau? A city built to imprison evil?"

"No, you got the order wrong."

Berogo stepped forward and walked along the straight road to the source of the burning wind, behind the towering city wall.

"Whether it is evil or the Order Bureau, they are outsiders, and it is the original owner of this land."

Berogo looked at the gray-white city wall covered with ashes, and the gray-white towering spires behind the city wall, and the palace that stood forever in the dim firelight.

The picture in front of him began to twist and wriggle, and then flashed back. Berogo could no longer hear Aimu's voice, but endless noise.

It was the roar of the soldiers, the mechanical sound of pulling the trigger, and the roar of the bullets...

The sky was burned into a deep red blood color. Berogo, wearing a rough military uniform, and his comrades charged on the battlefield of gunpowder.

The army has flattened the defense line outside the city. Now their only goal is to open the city gate and break into the palace made of gold.

Blogo looked at the magnificent city. The towering walls were carved with huge reliefs of ghosts and gods. Behind them were towering spires with sculptures of angels on them, looking at the world with pity.

The magnificent city walls isolated everything. Outside the walls, blood soaked the soil, and corpses filled the land. Inside the walls, one could faintly hear bursts of string music and people's joy.

Blogo suddenly felt like a traveler suffering in hell. They rushed to the wall one after another, trying to knock on the gate of heaven.

As long as the door was opened, as long as the wall was destroyed.

As long as...

Berogo blinked his eyes. The mad war was no longer there. There was only gray silence all around. The once beautiful reliefs were buried in layers of ashes. The sculptures of angels also collapsed and were destroyed. There was no longer the string music from heaven. There was only the howling from the evil that sounded like the call of hell.

"After I was released from prison, I thought that it was so magnificent. Even if it was destroyed, there should be some ruins left, instead of disappearing completely on this land."

Berogo said as he stepped forward. He felt that he was in a very good state now. He was so excited that he resisted death.

"Here is..."

Aimu vaguely thought of it. She had read the history of the City of Oaths, Opus, but she could never have imagined that its ruins were here, at the bottom of this great rift, accompanied by evil.

"This is where my destiny began."

Berogo stood under the magnificent city wall. He was as small as an ant, and everything was just like it was sixty-six years ago. The city gate was closed.

"King Solomon's sacred city."

Berogo called out its former name.

"Lemengaton."