Chapter 862 Sword Oil

After going through untold hardships and sufferings, Bolog finally arrived at the secret laboratory. Under the influence of high authority, all the doors here were open to Bolog.

Fortunately, Bolog did not open the doors one by one and search through the boxes and cabinets like a ghost, but stood guard at the entrance and waited for battle.

Everything in the ruins area is changing, and with the strange power of the security staff, there is no guarantee that these guys will break through the obstacles and kill into the secret laboratory.

After being alert for several minutes, Bolog found that there was no abnormality. After confirming that the security staff would not break through here for the time being, he relaxed and looked at this secret laboratory.

"Are you okay?"

Bero looked at Freya who was sitting on the side. Since she came in, she has been looking around here, trying to find where the familiar feeling came from.

"Not bad."

"Do you still feel a little familiar here?" Bolog asked.

"Maybe."

Freya was not sure, "Maybe it's some kind of illusion? Or is cognitive distortion causing other effects?"

Looking at Blog again, even though Blog helped her a lot, in Freya's eyes, Blog was still a hateful evil spirit.

"Anything is possible in this ghost place," Blog patted her shoulder, "but you need to stay calm first."

"Yeah."

"Let's see what's here first."

Then there was a rough investigation for half an hour. Blog found that this secret laboratory was very large. There was another door after pushing open one door. Even though Mamo described everything in the secret experiment in detail, Blog still felt that he had walked into a small maze.

Freya did not act rashly. As Blog said, this was a secret laboratory of a glorious person, and she was just an intern, so it was best not to move around.

She was curled up in a corner, not knowing what she was thinking. After a while, she hugged her knees and fell asleep.

Although Freya did not directly participate in the confrontation with the security staff, and it can even be said that it was Bolog who led her all the way, this series of events still brought great pressure to Freya.

She is a very timid person. Since she stepped into this place, there have been continuous warnings in her mind. Freya tried to find the source of the threat, but it was also in vain.

Freya was extremely tired. Not long after closing her eyes, she ignored the voices of those warnings, and her breathing became steady and weak.

Bolog glanced at Freya when he passed by her. After confirming that she was in good condition, Bolog continued to go deeper into the secret laboratory.

It seems that the impact of Xilin's invasion also affected the secret laboratory. Most of the rooms that Bolog saw were in a mess, and most of the instruments and equipment were damaged. Some containers were broken. As for the things carried in them, they had long disappeared, leaving only a trace of corrosion on the ground.

Many documents were scattered in the corners. Bolog picked them up and sorted them. Although Mamo did not ask for them, he was still prepared to take them back. After all, these were what Mamo had been studying for so many years.

In addition, Bolog began to look for the thing that Mamo needed.

The search process was not troublesome, and it was even smooth.

Mamo probably had a bad memory. The thing he wanted did not appear in the location written on the secondary target list, but in a bedroom.

Bolog felt that this was not a bedroom, but more like a warehouse. Various goods were piled on the iron rack. In the corner of the room was a simple single bed and a bedside table.

This was Mamo's room.

"Should I say, as I expected?"

Bolog sat on the bed and raised his hand to pick up the photo frame on the bedside table.

The glass of the photo frame had been broken, so Bolog simply disassembled it and took out the black and white photos inside.

This is a group photo. There are many people sitting or standing in the photo, men and women, old and young. Most of the faces are hard to distinguish, but Bolog guessed that Mamo could point out who is who with his eyes closed. Behind them is a low ruin.

Bolog turned the photo over, and black handwriting appeared on it, first a date, then a short sentence.

"Finally, we decided to name it the Order Bureau."

Bolog suddenly felt that this light photo became heavy, and the snake scale liquid climbed on it, completely sealing it. At the same time, Bolog recalled Mamo's calm look.

"I am not afraid of death," Mamo's voice echoed, "For me, it is a gift and relief. I know that I will be integrated with everyone at that time, and I will reunite with my friends in that illusory paradise."

"I really don't know what to say."

Bolog carefully put the photo away, walked out of the bedroom, and went straight to the next room. It's time to get my reward.

Pushing open the dusty door, it was well preserved here. Various alchemical weapons were firmly locked on the weapon racks. There were also sticky notes next to the racks, briefly describing the properties of these alchemical weapons.

Most of them were still in the experimental stage, some were even semi-finished products, and some alchemical weapons had the same effects as Blog's original weapons. For example, no matter how sharp the sword blade was, it was not as good as Blog's Bite.

For this reason, there were not many options for Blog to choose from. Blog couldn't help complaining about Mamo, wondering if he had planned this step for him.

But among these many defective products, Bologo still found a usable one, and the effect was also in line with his needs.

It was not an alchemical weapon, but a special alchemical potion. Its main ingredient was cross-border fuel. Bologo had seen this substance in a book.

Cross-border fuel is a necessary resource for large-scale warp shuttles. Every time the watchtower is activated, this kind of resource is needed for support, while warp shuttles such as the warp key do not use these precious resources.

According to the records, they originally wanted to create a batch of alchemical weapons with warp power, but it is obvious that the alchemical matrix involving the warp power is extremely complicated to design, and Bologo has not encountered many similar alchemical weapons so far.

For this reason, scholars have come up with another way. They have optimized the cross-border fuel several times, trying to make it lighter, making it into oil, and applying it on the ammunition blade when needed to indirectly release the warp power.

However, in this case, the power of the winding path will be very unstable, and the effect is even completely random. After many experiments, they were unable to stabilize the effect, so they could only give it up and seal it here as a failure.

Degeneration Sword Oil.

This is what scholars call this failure.

Berogo carefully took out the container. There was not much sword oil stored in it, and it was unknown whether it had deteriorated or failed after so many years.

It doesn't matter. Berogo doesn't care at all. In this ghost place, he will not let go of anything that can strengthen himself.

Take out the scabbard that Aimu specially made for Yuanyao. Berogo hesitated for a moment, and still poured all the sword oil in the container into the scabbard. Soon they filled most of the scabbard.

Berogo then slowly inserted Yuanyao back into the scabbard. After the compression of the sword body, the sword oil slowly filled the gap between the sword body and the scabbard. After Yuanyao was fully inserted, the sword oil only overflowed the gap, but did not completely overflow.

This is not a suitable place to experiment with the Sword Oil of Transfiguration. Bolog suppressed his curiosity and began to search for other useful things.

After sorting out these semi-finished products and failed products, Bolog noticed one thing. These alchemical weapons did not seem to be made by Mamo.

Scholars, like blacksmiths, have a hobby of leaving their names on their works. For example, Amy designed a pattern for himself.

Machinery and the heart of flesh and blood.

Amy would engrave such a pattern on each of his works to indicate that he was its creator.

Bolog also found symbols of the same style on these displayed alchemical weapons.

A slightly cute rabbit.

First of all, Bolog had seen Mamo's symbol. Like the manifestation of his secret power, Mamo's symbol was a towering tree. Moreover, Bolog did not think that the old man would use such a cute image.

Another point is that scholars rarely use symbols such as "cute". You know, the artworks they create are all killing weapons.

Imagine that scene, you hold a sword that can cut everything, just as you admire the enemy's blood flowing through the blade, and then you find that it has stained a rabbit head red...

This picture is a bit too absurd, but it is not impossible. Bologo has seen a case where a scholar of the Truth Monk directly used his address as a symbol.

People praised him as a business wizard. After seeing the power of alchemical weapons, many people would write to him, hoping to make a similar one. There are also some extremists who choose to go directly to the door and kill the seller.

Paying attention back to the present, Bologo returned to the previous rooms. Soon, he saw the same rabbit head pattern at the signature of some documents.

Bologo guessed that she should be a cheerful and lively person, and even liked to use her own symbol instead of her signature.

I don't know if she survived the secret war.

Bologo's thoughts stagnated. People with such characteristics would have been noticed by others long ago, but Bologo had never met such a person in the sublimation furnace core.

He became a little sad. It seemed that this interesting soul had already fallen in the secret war.