Chapter 861 Assistant

Destruction came in an instant, and the burning metal fragments sprayed in all directions like a fire meteor. The roaring explosion also forced the security personnel to retreat several meters.

Freya was stunned. She never thought that Blogo was so powerful that he could resist the attack of the security personnel and chisel open the forge volcano.

The explosion sounded, accompanied by violent vibrations. A gust of wind suddenly rose, and countless flames appeared out of thin air in the darkness.

The flames danced a strange dance, and the temperature around them soared instantly. Freya's pupils reflected the fanatical red light, as if the whole world was plunged into a sea of ​​fire.

The burning molten iron was like a beast that had broken free from its reins. Driven by endless energy, they threw off all restraints and threw high. In an instant, the tranquility of the darkness was torn apart, filled with the sound of steel and rolling flames.

However, the freedom of the molten iron was only a brief moment. The authority of gravity returned again, pulling the molten iron back to the ground mercilessly, at a speed so fast that it was dazzling, as if hundreds of blazing meteors fell from the sky.

Freya looked up at the beautiful scene. She was alone on the hanging ladder, without any shelter.

After a few seconds of falling, hundreds of tons of molten iron descended.

As the molten iron fell to the ground, a deadly heat wave rushed in, like the scorching breath brought by a volcanic eruption. The flames seemed to burn everything, and the flames licked all the flammable things around.

Freya could feel a voice screaming in her mind. It was her secret power, warning Freya to escape quickly, but Freya didn't know where to escape.

After breaking through the psychological barrier, Freya was not so scared at this time. Her heart was extremely calm, and she looked at everything with an appreciative attitude.

The molten iron hit the hanging ladder, making a rumbling sound. The red-hot molten iron flowed slowly and viscously, splashing delicate sparks everywhere. More molten iron fell, and they stuck to the wall like pieces of glowing lumps.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Freya, and the diamond shields were pieced together to form an arc-shaped umbrella, which was on the top of their heads.

The rain of fire fell one after another, hitting the iron umbrella, and the vibration and roar came together. They dispersed into large drops of molten iron dripping from the edge of the umbrella.

"It's nearby, right?"

Blog shouted to Freya breathlessly.

Freya was stunned for a moment, and her eyes were full of luster again, "Yes! I can recognize it!"

"Okay!"

Blog grabbed Freya, and the iron umbrella above her head split into a circle. The diamond shield was suspended in the air. Blog took Freya and jumped on it. The next second, the rain of fire smashed the hanging ladder and fell into the depths of darkness.

Compared with the Forge Volcano and the rain of fire, the figures of Blogo and Freya were so tiny. They were running wildly in the air. Every time Blogo stepped on a diamond shield, the next diamond shield would rise up in front of him, and the one behind would be removed. In this way, he formed a path that belonged to him alone in the air.

"Can you still hold on?"

Freya asked with concern. She saw that while Blogo was running, he did not forget to inject a tube of injection into his neck, which contained the soul of Mangyin.

"Not bad."

Blogo answered casually. In the heavy rain of fire, the broken figure of the security staff was vaguely visible.

At this time, those hair-like sharp needles were still nailed in their bodies. Blogo consumed a lot of ether to restrict the actions of the security staff.

In addition, Blogo rashly tried to damage the Forge Volcano to see if this could change the priority of the security staff.

They were imitating the operation of the Order Bureau, and in this imitation, it can be seen that the Forge Volcano is important to them. In order to maintain the operation of the Forge Volcano, they even let other staff members sacrifice themselves, burning their own pure ether to keep the fire burning.

Is it to deal with the invader himself, or to maintain the Forge Volcano?

Bologo suddenly thought, do these staff really know the so-called "maintenance"? Since the loss of contact in the ruins area, many equipment have been damaged due to lack of timely maintenance. The Forge Volcano can be preserved until now because it does not require any other operations except adding firewood.

Bologo took Freya and jumped up with all his strength, falling into the depths of darkness. At the same time, silver-white hands were thrown out one after another, like a hook, stabilizing Bologo's figure.

He swung high, and his eyes turned to look at the gap in the bronze wall. The rolling molten iron kept flowing, and the hazy light became clearer and clearer.

An idea rose in Bologo's mind.

"Do the staff need this Forge Volcano, or do you?" Bologo asked loudly.

Blogo thought of the ruins in the ashes of the abandoned land. People called it the sacred city of King Solomon, but few people knew that it had its own name.

Raymond Gayton.

The reclamation room originated from the fragments of Raymond Gayton, and the ruins area was split from the reclamation room. Blogo once thought that the reclamation room had a vague self-awareness, so what about the ruins area?

Does the ruins area also have self-awareness? Even if this consciousness is very vague and cannot produce clear autonomy, it will have a primary principle anyway.

Survive.

Forge Volcano, this huge furnace that provides energy for the entire ruins area, is it part of the operation of the ruins area? Even if the ruins area has fallen into chaos.

While falling rapidly, Blogo observed the movements of the security guards. He deliberately lifted the ether suppression on them, allowing the sluggish ether to flow smoothly again.

The high-pitched ether reactions rose one after another, swirling and circling above Blogo's head. Blogo's heart tightened, and his malicious eyes swept over Blogo's body. Then the security guards did not continue to chase, but rushed to the gap that Blogo had penetrated, twisting the surrounding matter and trying to fill it.

Blogo made the right bet.

At this time, Freya repeatedly scanned the blurred shadows, and finally found such a familiar one among the many complex outlines.

Blogo threw out his silver-white hand and flew to the position where Freya pointed. The distance was rapidly shortened, and the blurred outline became clear. It was a cross-section of a corridor embedded in the bronze wall.

To be precise, this was originally a corridor leading to the interior of the Forge Volcano, but this corridor had long been dislocated and disappeared under the continuous distortion of space.

Blogo landed steadily with Freya. The corridor was dim with only a few dim light sources.

"Let me take a look."

Blogo picked up the list of secondary targets. Rather than a list, it was more like a thick account book. In order to facilitate Blogo to retrieve the secondary targets, they gave very detailed information. After simply comparing the many characteristics given by Mamo, Blogo let out a long sigh.

"That's it."

Blogo strode forward, and Freya followed behind him. "I tried many times, but I couldn't open this door at all."

"That's because you don't have enough authority."

Blogo said, spreading his palm and raised it to Freya. I saw that the pattern of the cane sword was imprinted in Blogo's palm.

In order to facilitate Blogo's actions, the decision-making room temporarily gave Blogo high-level authority. It was like a master key, enough to open most of the doors in the ruins area, even Mamo's door.

Sensing Blogo's authority, the dead end in front suddenly split, and the wall broke into smooth cubes one after another, moving in all directions, just like when Blogo first arrived at the field department, opening up an unknown passage.

"We should go faster."

Blogo looked at the road he came from. He could feel the ether reaction approaching. It must be that the security staff had blocked the gap and were coming to kill Blogo without stopping.

The two walked into the inner road, and the intersection behind them was blocked, completely isolating them from the outside world.

Bright light shone down, and a brand new road appeared in front of them. Blogo looked at the secret laboratory he had been running for a long time to find, and Freya looked at the road in front of him, with a dazed look.

"What's wrong?" Blogo noticed.

"My head hurts a little," Freya said blankly, "It's my secret power, it's warning me."

"Oh?"

Blogo couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of the sword. After so many years, no one can guarantee that this place will be exactly the same as before.

"But..." Freya suddenly said, "But I don't think there is any threat here."

"What do you mean?" Bolog was confused by her.

"I feel a little familiar here."

Freya continued, "Just like I have been here before."

"Have you been here before?" Bolog confirmed.

Freya hesitated and shook her head firmly, "No, I haven't been here."

"It's right that you haven't been here before," Bolog whispered, "This is Mamo's secret laboratory... Is your first internship to be an assistant to a Glory One?"

The doctor prescribed sleeping pills, and the work and rest schedule was forcibly corrected. The price was that I felt a little dizzy during the day and updated irregularly.