Chapter 859 Trap

Stepping into the Forge Volcano area again, the rolling heat waves hit me in the face. I looked up to the heights. The volcano was like an insurmountable bronze wall, towering and majestic. Its outline was so magnificent in the infinitely extended dome, as if it was a great barrier separating the earth and the sky.

In the gaps, the lava was like a twisted monster, with delicate lines outlining a hideous face. The silver-white flames danced in the depths of the scorching lava, like elves jumping in the flames, tempting and dangerous.

The flames were so bright and fiery, and the hot breath forced people to retreat a few steps.

Bolog and Freya hid behind the bunker. The giant wall was breathing fire, and the flames danced like waves, turning into soaring flames.

"I found the secret laboratory under the Forge Volcano before."

Freya said, her voice coming through the protective suit, which seemed particularly dull.

"Okay, I got it."

Berogo nodded, but did not act immediately. Instead, he stretched his head out vigilantly and looked at the figures under the Forge Volcano.

In addition to the staff in protective clothing, there were many more staff who should not be in this area.

Field staff.

The thin uniforms looked particularly slender in the heat wave, and they swayed slightly like upright weeds.

"They are on guard," said Freya, "You fought with the security staff here before, and they didn't find you, so they put it under martial law."

Freya gave an example to Berogo, "You can think of this as an area bound by a strange rule, and everyone is abiding by this rule, and this rule is to maintain the false operation of the 'Order Bureau'."

"Their actions are all derived from the regulations." Berogo understood what Freya meant.

After the Forge Volcano was put under martial law, the field staff vigilantly checked each staff in protective clothing, and witnessed them one after another jumping into the volcano and burning into nothingness.

"The Forge Volcano also needs energy to maintain combustion, and these staff members, they look like twisted monsters, but in fact, they are made of pure ether."

Berogo whispered, "They are using their own power to provide energy for the entire ruins area."

"I noticed this before, but I didn't investigate it in detail," Freya said fearfully, "After all, their job is to 'sacrifice'."

Berogo has the ability to kill in public, but Freya can't do it.

"This is not complete chaos."

Berogo judged rationally, "Real chaos is complete disorder. What the ruins area presents at this time is more like a process of order turning into chaos."

The space is distorted and dislocated, and the entire ruins area is transforming towards an unknown form. In this chaotic phenomenon, the staff members maintain an alternative order, as if they are fighting against this chaotic space.

"Xilin's power is just an opportunity. He broke the foundation of the reclamation room, causing the entire building to distort and deform... There must be other forces at work." Freya concluded based on years of experience.

"The containment area."

Berogo said, "Just like the inverted world that affects your cognition, there must be something released from the containment area. Those containments are like poison, further distorting this place."

The figure slowly crawled in the shadows. Berogo felt the steaming heat around him. He couldn't help but whispered, "Did you see this scene? Belfinger."

No one answered.

After a short move, Berogo and Freya successfully groped to the vicinity of the forge volcano. The next step was to go down along the hanging ladder on the bronze wall.

With ashes and sparks floating above his head, Berogo felt that he was walking in a burning winter night for a while.

"It's right below." Freya whispered.

Berogo looked at the deep darkness below. The ashes piled up a thick layer in the darkness. After a long period of precipitation, they formed a gray-white hard shell on the surface of the metal. Streams of red-hot molten iron fell from the top of his head. They poured into the darkness, gathered and surged, forming thin burning iron rivers.

"Follow me closely."

Berogo and Freya leaned against each other and moved forward cautiously. At the intersection at the end of the hanging ladder, there were two staff members wearing protective clothing. They did strengthen security. There was no one on duty here before.

The voices of the staff members' conversation came over clearly.

"Haven't the intruders been caught yet?"

"Not yet, and I don't know what the internal security department is doing."

"Ha, they also got defeated once?" It laughed, "Do you want to bet on how long the intruders can escape?"

"I won't bet, who knows if they will keep escaping."

The staff member was silent for a while after speaking, then it raised its head and looked at the raging volcano that seemed to have no end.

"Since Xilin tried to invade, the reclamation room has been twisting. Maybe the intruder was swallowed by the reclamation room itself?"

After listening to it, the other staff member stopped talking. The two looked at each other and murmured.

"The reclamation room will never fall."

Berogo listened to their words and silently chanted in his heart, "The reclamation room will never fall."

This is the ruins area. As early as when he was in the normal reclamation room, Berogo had heard rumors in the Order Bureau. Some people said that the reclamation room was alive and it would swallow some lost employees from time to time.

Berogo always regarded it as a strange story until that day, he accidentally entered the House of the Rising Sun.

In the ghost place of Oath City Opus, every strange story is a truth to be verified.

"I often hear this sentence. It is like a slogan for them," Freya said at the right time, "Sometimes, I feel that they are like... like..."

Before, Blog explained the follow-up of the secret war to Freya. Freya recalled and said, "Just like those dead souls, they are reborn as monsters, but they are still trapped in the secret war and stubbornly stick to the cultivation room."

Freya's notes are full of conversations between employees. Blog has also read those records. Everyone's conversation is different, and the text is very vivid, and it can even reflect their personality.

If you throw away the weird appearance and evil nature, they are really living people in Blog's eyes.

Blog once doubted whether he had suffered cognitive distortion unconsciously and regarded living people as monsters, but he soon rejected this point.

Cognitive distortion can deceive one's senses, but it cannot distort the essence of pure ether.

"We will find out what happened."

Berogo said firmly, and then strode forward.

The two staff members guarded the main road, and Berogo could not avoid their sight and could only stride forward.

They also noticed Berogo's arrival and said suspiciously, "It's not time for the shift yet."

"I know."

Before he finished speaking, Berogo suddenly accelerated, and his figure was like a twisted phantom, appearing in front of the two staff members in an instant. The protective clothing was easily pierced, the throat was cut by the bite, and the skull was split by the saw axe.

From his own experience and Freya's notes, these staff members are independent individuals. Through the way of "playing", they can use a communication method similar to the whistle to communicate across distances, but also because of the existence of "playing", as long as Berogo kills them before they send a message.

They are undead, but in order to "play" the staff well, death and inability to deliver messages are also part of role-playing.

The two staff members were instantly paralyzed, with the glow of ether flashing in their wounds, but when they were about to heal, a strange suction force was released from Blogo's body.

Protection: Soul Sucking and Soul Usurping!

Since they are pure energy bodies, Blogo's plundering protection may be able to devour their ether.

Gorgeous streams of light spread, countless lights danced in the air, and the ether was guided by Blogo, flickering and interweaving into a swirling vortex.

This vortex was like the pupil of a flame, and the constantly changing streams of light finally reached the apex and quickly collapsed into a single point of light.

The glow was absorbed into Blogo's body and reflected on the increasingly dazzling alchemical matrix.

Blogo exhaled a long breath, he did it.

There is no perfect immortal body, so the immortality of the staff also has flaws. Their shortcomings are similar to Blogo. Multiple kills will weaken their own ether. When the ether completely collapses, they stop resurrecting.

Now Blogo has devoured all the ether of the two, causing them to fall into a dormant state. Blogo knows that this cannot completely kill them, but if they want to wake up again, it will take at least several hours to absorb the ether floating in the air.

By then, Blogo's action will have been over.

"You... what did you do?"

Freya rushed over, and she only saw Blogo suddenly rushing in front of the staff and completely defeated them in two moves.

The ether was plundered, and the wounds of the protective suit overflowed with screaming gas. The original body seemed to evaporate on the spot, and only an empty shell was left in the end.

"Nothing."

Blogo shook his head. He didn't expect the offensive to be so effective. Unfortunately, he didn't use this trick many times at present.

After resting, Blogo's own ether was already full. Now that he plundered the ether of the staff, his alchemical matrix seemed to be bursting, and the floating glimmer jumped on the reflected pattern.

"We should go." Blogo urged.

"Yeah."

Freya walked forward quickly, running non-stop on the ladder. It seemed that no one had come here for many years. The steps of the two made the ladder shake slightly, and the tight ash shell was also full of cracks and even fell off.

The rustling ashes fell like heavy snow, and the diffuse dust and smoke were filtered out by the breathing valve of the protective suit, and heavy panting sounds came one after another.

"We are almost there."

The route in memory gradually overlapped with reality, and Freya said happily.

Since she met Blog, she had a sense of crisis. This sense of crisis came not only from Blog's evil appearance, but also from the loss of benefits.

Freya knew very well that this was a dangerous place. Bringing one more person with her would be an extra burden. She was afraid that Blog would use her and turn around and run away, and she was even more afraid that she would be worthless and abandoned by Blog. Now she has proved her value to Blog.

The hanging ladder continued to extend in the darkness, ashes and sparks kept falling, and a distant sound of silent rumbling came, and the forge volcano vibrated regularly, like the beating heart of a giant.

Suddenly, Freya stopped.

"What's wrong?" Blog asked while looking at the darkness ahead.

I saw a huge bronze wall rising from the ground, blocking the way for the two.

"No..."

Freya muttered to herself. She searched around the hanging ladder anxiously, but she couldn't find any other way. This was the end of the hanging ladder.

"It's gone!" Freya said anxiously, "That road is gone."

She looked at Blogo nervously. As early as the beginning of the chaos in the ruins area, Freya had seen those things. In desperate situations, the ugliness of human nature was revealed.

Even if Blogo told her so much, it was always difficult to see a person clearly. Maybe this was Blogo's disguise. Would he be furious? Or did he feel that he had deceived her?

Freya's mind fell into darkness. All kinds of excessive sense of crisis and speculation grew in her mind. From beginning to end, Freya could not be considered a mentally healthy person. This extreme environment and disordered cognition had already distorted her.

Just when the excessive sense of crisis made Freya wonder whether she should take the initiative, Blogo spoke.

"Don't be nervous, Freya." Blogo said.

"You..."

Freya's words paused. The protective suit blocked the faces of the two people, and even the voice became blurred. She didn't know how Blogo noticed it.

"Relax, relax, I'm not your enemy, and this is not your fault." Blogo continued to comfort her.

Blogo couldn't see Freya's expression, but he saw page after page of graffiti and some random and distorted words in Freya's messy notes.

Freya is indeed a strong person, but this extreme environment has already distorted her mind.

"Ha..."

Freya panted heavily. She didn't notice how bad her thoughts were just now, and how serious her physiological reaction was. The heavy pressure almost forced her to vomit.

"Your route is fine, but it's this that's the problem."

Blogo lowered his head. He noticed that the broken ether line was reconnected at this time. Looking along the direction of the silk line, on the bronze wall in front of him, one security staff after another was standing there silently.

The first person in the lead loosened the ether line and extended it back to the corner.

"It turns out that it was not cut off," Blogo whispered, "It just blocked the transmission, and then used it to find my location and set a trap."

Blogo raised his head in confusion, "You are much smarter than I thought."

As if in response to Blogo's words, a roar came from the Forge Volcano, and the scorching temperature increased again.

The red flame was gradually replaced by pure white light, and even the gap was shining with endless hazy white.

"So you are here."

After learning that the hazy light would appear in all spaces at the same time, Blogo was curious why there was no trace of it in the Forge Volcano area. It turned out that it had always been there.

Existed in the Forge Volcano.