Chapter 833 Traces

After a moment of silence, Boluogo responded in a low voice, "Okay, I understand."

As if that wasn't enough confirmation of his will, Bologo added, "I'm always ready."

"You are truly a workaholic," Mamo commented, "You really love this job."

"No... I'm just curious about the Holy City and the legacy of King Solomon," Borrogo explained.

The great King Solomon is believed by scholars to have touched the existence of truth. He is like the incarnation of miracles and seems to be omnipotent, just like the devil.

"I have always been eager to destroy the devil. I once thought that closing the door of origin would be the way to end everything, but I did not notice that human interests have long been closely linked to the ether."

Mamo interrupted Boluogo and warned him, "So you have to keep it a secret, Boluogo, and bury the idea of ​​extraordinary extinction deep in your memory... If you know that this idea is known to the outside world, it will What will happen? In the eyes of those people, we may become more hateful than the devil."

The devil only usurps souls, but what Boluogo wants to do is to deprive them of their extraordinary authority.

For many, the soul is worth nothing compared to extraordinary authority.

Extraordinary power is strength and power, a strict class that is superior to mortals, and the Eternal Night Empire that once almost swallowed up the continent.

Few people can give up.

Boluogo nodded silently. He knew the seriousness of this matter. After thinking about it, he said again, "I am looking forward to King Solomon's legacy. We may be able to find something useful in it."

"For example, by controlling the Gate of Origin, and thus the ether concentration in the material world, to ensure the stability of the material world, instead of allowing the material world to be swallowed up by extraordinary disasters in the near future."

Bologo added, "Maybe there are some ways to restrain the devil."

"Did you use King Solomon's inheritance as a wishing machine?" Mamo laughed.

"It's just a helpless expectation." Boluogo sighed tiredly.

"The legacy of King Solomon..."

Mamo murmured twice, then laughed like an old naughty boy, "I am very grateful for King Solomon's legacy."

"What's wrong?"

"It makes me no longer afraid of death."

Mamo turned his head, his old eyes showing relief, "In fact, everyone is afraid of death. This is not only the desire to survive that comes from biological instinct, but also the weakest shortcoming in our hearts."

"Regardless of who I am as a glorious person, how many years I have lived, etc., I am actually very afraid of death. When I think about all the unknown things that will happen after I close my eyes, I become extremely frightened."

Mamo murmured, "But I also thought that when I have not yet reached complete death, my brain will be stripped off and my consciousness will join the others, and I feel that it is not so bad."

“What humans may be afraid of is not death, but the unknown after death,” Boluogo discussed rationally, “And you know where you will go after death, and the unknown is no longer mysterious, so you no longer fear it. "

"More than that, when I think about it, when my consciousness merges into that huge cluster, I will be able to meet my old friends... It sounds really good, even if my consciousness and their consciousness are all poor imitations of the others. taste, but it’s comforting enough.”

As Mamo spoke, his voice gradually lowered until there was no more sound.

Boluogo walked over nervously, and just when he was about to judge whether Mamo was dead, Mamo suddenly opened his eyes and made a face at Boluogo.

"Ha ha!"

Mamo sat up straight, his eyebrows dancing, "Is it an accident?"

Boluogo still had a serious face, "I'm surprised, I thought you were very rigid."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

After the excitement, Mamo lay down again, with weakness in his voice, "Whether it is a person with glory or a person with power, everyone has an indestructible mortal nature. Who can always be an iron man?"

"Relax, Boluogo. War is a long matter. It cannot be ended by some great decision or some great force."

Mamo's voice sounded like she was talking in her sleep, "This requires the unity and efforts of all of us."

…

wait.

During the long years spent in the dark prison, Boluogo thought that he had become accustomed to waiting, and transformed from an anxious boy into an extremely patient and tolerant adult. But as this day came, Boluogo found himself becoming restless again, like a raging bull, eager to try.

Boluogo could only warn himself repeatedly, forcing himself to extinguish his thoughts with warnings again and again.

"It's so difficult..."

Lying on his bed, Boluogo closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

After communicating with Mamo, Boluogo felt inexplicably tired and did not do any work that day. He ran back to his home dejectedly, as if avoiding difficulties, and fell on the soft bed, longing for such a little comfort. .

Soon, Boluogo's tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his whole consciousness seemed to fall into a gentle ocean, slowly overflowing. But just when Boluogo was about to fall asleep completely, there was a burst of sound from outside the door. There was a noise, and Boluogo woke up immediately and looked in the direction of the sound alertly.

His heart was beating rapidly. Boluogo blinked and covered his chest, feeling the heartbeat gradually calming down. There was helplessness and confusion on his face.

Berogo found that he was no longer like an iron man, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Pushing open the door, he saw Palmer lying on the sofa with a tired face, panting, and sweating all over.

"Sent away Woxilin?"

Berogo leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and looked at his roommate.

"Sent away, it was not easy."

Palmer rubbed his face hard and sighed, "She said she wanted to live with me, I said my rent was not due yet, and she said she could pay my rent, I said I had a lot of collections in my house... In short, I spent a lot of effort to convince her to live in the room."

"It sounds good." Berogo said.

"Probably."

Palmer took a long breath and turned his gaze to Blogo, "How are you and Amy?"

"Nothing special, just ordinary." Blogo felt that Palmer's eyes were a little strange, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

Palmer temporarily forgot his own suffering and turned his attention to Blogo, with a strange smile on his face.

"What didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect you to have a... iron-blooded and tender side?" Palmer looked at Blogo's face, "To be honest, Blogo, your face looks like the kind that doesn't like women."

"Huh?"

As always, the two of them used words to attack each other secretly. When they were tired of talking, Blogo got some food and Palmer found some new videotapes.

The faces of the two were reflected on the TV screen, and the next second, the bright light swallowed up their faces.

In the following week, the Oath City, Opus, was peaceful and calm, and no incidents occurred. The overall operation of the Order Bureau gradually adapted to this high-pressure situation. It sent one action team after another to the Rhine Alliance to eliminate those disturbing Night Tribes.

Blog stayed in Opus. He went to see York several times. He was still under the supervision of the Crow's Nest, but unlike the other dying people who were interrogated, York looked in good condition.

As for the source of sin weapon named Thorn Binding Pain Chain, Blog did not bring it to Saizong immediately, but delivered it to the sublimation furnace core to see if they could find some useful information on this weapon.

Time passed slowly. In this short vacation, Blog, in addition to proper rest, was continuous training. He knew very well that no matter what kind of conspiracy, it was fragile in the face of absolute power.

No matter what Blog wanted to do, he must first have the power of power.

While Blogo was training hard, Palmer also began to prepare for the promotion ceremony. In fact, this guy didn't want to continue to be promoted so quickly. The defects of the debtor have always affected him, but Wosilin's arrival was not only for joining the job, but also brought orders from Vorn.

The head of the Clerks family seemed to have anticipated the dark future. He asked Palmer to improve his strength as soon as possible. At the same time, the connection between Fengyuan Highlands and the Order Bureau became closer. The last time they were so united was during the secret war.

For this reason, Palmer also joined Blogo's training and took many alchemical potions every day to adjust his body to the most perfect state.

Life suddenly became peaceful, and even the extraordinary extinction lingering in Blogo's mind disappeared, until one day a week later, a familiar enemy joined the dispute between the Night Clan and the Order Bureau.

"We found traces of the Xingrot Sect in the surrounding areas of the City of Oath Opus. They seem to be acting together with the Rebellious King's Court."

Levius said to Blogo with a serious face.