Chapter 866 Diary

In Blogo's understanding, jealousy often comes from envy and desire for others, and under the power of the devil, they distort these emotions and make them even crazier.

Now, Blogo feels it.

After frequently using the protection of soul sucking and usurping, the curse broke out at this moment. Blogo felt a strong desire, a desire to kill, and a desire to destroy all the powerful enemies in front of him.

This desire did not appear suddenly, but was generated by Blogo's continuous battles.

Blogo was not angry or lost his mind. He could still clearly formulate tactics and distinguish the pros and cons, but like obsessive-compulsive disorder, he could not control his next actions.

"It will strengthen a certain idea of ​​mine, and I will not stop until I achieve my goal."

Blogo analyzed the impact of the curse on himself in his heart, and at the same time his body reacted instinctively against his consciousness.

Holding the axe and the sword, Blogo's body became light, and his movements were like a cheetah, swift and graceful, with a fierce force, cutting through the air, the hand axe whistled down, and accurately chopped on the shoulder of the security guard, piercing the clothes and tearing the flesh.

The expected blood did not splash, but the glow of ether rose, like a flower blooming in the dark, beautiful and cruel.

The resentful bite danced in Blogo's hand, flashing with cold light. He aimed at the heart of the security guard and stabbed with a sword. The security guard quickly retreated to avoid this time, but a dark blue sword mark followed its steps, and then a winding crack split open.

Blogo passed through the winding crack and came out of thin air. The resentful bite followed the previous trajectory and pierced its heart just right. The flesh was torn, and the protection of soul sucking and usurping soul was activated again, and the pure ether sprayed out, drawing a gorgeous arc.

Blogo's expression was more serious than ever. Now he seemed to have lost control of his body. Everything he did was to satisfy his desire. He didn't want to activate the protection anymore, but the protection was still being activated when his body was out of control.

Will this deepen his desire? Will he continue to lose control?

Blogo didn't know. This was the first time he encountered the curse of jealousy. It felt terrible, as if his consciousness was imprisoned in his body, and he was just a walking corpse in reality.

Currently, he was only suffering from the desire to kill. What about other desires? What about some more precise purposes?

In addition, Blogo could be sure that the degree of curse he was suffering was only the lightest level, which was the desire to kill.

Jealousy was not an independent original sin. It was based on "others".

What if Blogo felt jealous of someone else and was affected by the curse?

Blogo didn't dare to think about it, but his body was still moving. Like an elusive phantom, Blogo shuttled through the enemy's encirclement, and no one could match him.

The hand axe and the sword blade were used alternately, each move was coherent and impeccable, and the intricate attack combination formed a violent dance.

Chopping from top to bottom, sweeping from left to right, each strike was full of deadly murderous intent. Blogo's movements were cold and resolute, so fast that people could not see clearly.

The security staff tried to mobilize the power of the ruins to suppress Blogo, but even if they broke Blogo's bones and smashed his back, they still could not stop Blogo's actions.

As long as it is ether, it can be plundered.

Blogo and the security staff actually formed a strange equilibrium. They called for an endless supply of ether, and Blogo also constantly plundered their ether, and this cycle continued.

His slashing was as dense as raindrops, and the security staff could not resist and could only be chopped down fiercely. The sound of the wind brought by the hand axe and the sword blade became sharper, and the scene of the interlaced swords and swords was palpitating.

Freya watched this scene from afar. She thought Blog was crazy, but when she noticed Blog's eyes, she found something even weirder.

From beginning to end, Blog did not roar because of the battle, and his eyes were terrifyingly calm, as if a corpse was dancing.

Silent, dead dance of death.

When Blog swung the last sword, he completely chopped up the last security guard, and controlled the snake scale fluid to seal and solidify their broken bodies one by one, turning them into heavy iron coffins, and threw them towards the forge volcano outside.

The desire was satisfied, and Blog felt that his body was under control again. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then he was deeply afraid.

What if the desire is a clear purpose? For example, when he fought with the regent, the desire was triggered. Then would he lose control of his body and find ways to kill the regent, even if he fell on the road?

The dim light still stared at Blogo, like a giant eye peeping into the world. The overly bright light interrupted Blogo's thinking, and he noticed that the light was fading.

As the security staff was forcibly repelled by Blogo, the distorted building began to reset, and the originally open road was closing.

"It's going to close!"

Furrya's voice sounded from behind, she was holding a bunch of documents and staggering towards the end of the corridor.

At the end of the road extended by the deformation of the building, the main laboratory was exposed. If they wanted to find out what Mamo was studying, they had to go there.

Blogo didn't hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and ran towards Freya. He easily grabbed Freya like a hurricane and took her forward.

The slowly closing road stopped for a moment, and a high-pitched ether reaction came from behind Boluogo. The fallen security personnel stood up again, and the pure ether created a series of shining spears in mid-air.

They made a fierce attack, and then dozens of dazzling spears came down like meteors, dragging their tail flames.

Strong light covered the corridor, and Bologg felt a heat wave burning behind him. The snake scale liquid built a diamond-shaped shield, blocking most of the spears, but there were still a few who caught up with Bologg.

Luminous beacons were left on the ground, and roaring explosions and etheric impacts were repeated repeatedly. Boluogo tried his best to reach the edge of the main laboratory, and at this time, the surrounding walls suddenly closed and the door was closed. An extremely narrow crack remained.

Boluogo turned his head, and he imagined that the security personnel made a mocking sound, and then they stepped aside one after another and disappeared into a hazy white light.

"Run...run away! Bologo!"

Freya suddenly screamed, her face was pale, her eyes were filled with fear, and even her body could not help but tremble.

"Where does the danger come from!"

Boluogo asked, and more and more diamond-shaped shields were formed, surrounding the two people.

Freya shook her head in despair.

"in all directions."

A high-frequency sound like a water piano sounded, followed by a warmth that enveloped Boluogo.

A dazzling beam of light was released from the hazy light, and many weak blue electric lights were restrained in it, as if it were an arc composed of pure ether. It was released silently, and then came into contact with matter.

All things are annihilated.

The site seemed to be on fire, the light was dazzling, and the power released by the hazy light inevitably caused the surrounding materials to be burned, melted, and penetrated.

All materials seemed to be thrown into a huge furnace. Metal and rocks melted instantly, as if they were swallowed by the power of destruction. The air was squeezed to the limit, making a violent explosion.

The high temperature environment caused the surrounding air to sizzle and sway, creating a distorted visual effect, as if time and space were completely subverted at this moment.

Boluogo just took a breath, and he felt that his throat and lungs were burned to ashes. Everywhere in his body that was illuminated by the light was turned into pitch-black charcoal.

But Bologo still swung a crucial sword before being completely annihilated.

Blue sword marks passed by, and the winding cracks opened the way to the main laboratory.

"Let's go!"

Before the light spread, Boluogo kicked Freya into the crack in the winding path. The next moment, his vision was pure white, then extinguished and returned to absolute darkness.

Boluogo relied entirely on the inertia of his body to smash forward. After a moment of separation, he also passed through the crack in the winding path and fell to the cold ground.

At this time, Boluogo was like a burned corpse, with burning heat all over his body, his eyes melted, and his eardrums had already been penetrated. Fortunately, after tens of seconds, his lens began to rebuild, and his field of vision became Vague.

Climbing up with difficulty, Bologg tried to call Freya. He was very worried about this poor guy. Under that deadly bright light, as an undead, Bologg could survive it, but Freya was different. If she is exposed to the slightest bit of destruction, she will die.

Thinking of this, the feeling of guilt was about to penetrate Boluogo's sanity. She had been struggling to survive for so many years without any accidents, and in the end, she had only been with him for a few hours before she entered a state of death.

Suddenly, a reassuring voice sounded.

"Bologo?"

The voice was very clear, and it seemed that Freya's respiratory tract was not burned, but judging from the tone, Freya was now scared, panicked, and a little... confused.

Boluogo rubbed his eyes painfully, and then blinked hard. His vision finally recovered, and then he saw Freya sitting on the ground.

Freya also raised her head and looked at Boluogo. From the outside, she was not injured. At most, her clothes were a little burnt, and many documents were burned into a ball of waste paper. But compared with her life, it was nothing. It doesn't matter anymore.

"Are you hurt?" Bologg asked.

"It was cut by a splinter, but it's okay, no problem."

Freya took off her coat and wrapped it around her arm to cover the wound. Bologger noticed that Freya's eyes were a little dodgeful. She might be shy, or something else.

The current situation is very critical, and Boluogo has no time to think about what is there and what is not.

He turned his head and inspected the closed wall. When he touched the wall, he could feel a burst of warmth. He put his ear against it and expanded his ether perception. At the other end of the wall, Boluogo could vaguely detect several ethers. reaction.

They are security personnel. They have certain consciousness and logical abilities, but their intelligence is still relatively weak and they cannot handle too complex information.

In their cognition, Boluogo disappeared out of thin air. They were stagnant in place as if they had lost their target. In the past, they would have left after a period of vigilance, but this time the hazy light has arrived, and it serves as a guide for everyone. The central nervous system of employees is obviously more intelligent than them.

Dim Light knew that Borlog was nearby.

An invisible wave spreads in all directions, like an echo. When it touches other ether reactions, it collides with them and returns to form ripples, feeding back to the hazy light.

Berogo vaguely sensed the approach of the etheric wave. Because the distance was too close, he hurriedly unfolded the etheric shield, allowing the ripples to sweep across his body without hindrance. Then, Berogo quickly turned his head and looked at Freya nervously.

It was over.

Berogo didn't think that Freya, a first-stage condenser, could master the ultimate skill of etheric shielding. Just as he was about to split the crevice again and kill out to buy time for Freya.

In Berogo's perception, the layers of ripples actually brushed Freya's body without any fluctuations. Freya's nervous expression also relaxed a little at this time. She showed Berogo a tired smile and gave him a thumbs up.

Berogo was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Yes, after living in this ghost place for so long, even if he didn't know etheric shielding, he could figure it out.

"They won't leave for a while," Bolog said to Freya, "Let's find another way to leave."

In the eyes of the security staff, he should be the most hateful number one wanted criminal in recent years.

"Yeah."

Freya nodded vigorously. After many thrilling experiences, she has begun to accept the hideous evil spirit in front of her.

Since the security staff can break through to the secret laboratory, it will not take much time to open the road to the main laboratory. Bolog must hurry up to collect all the information he can.

Looking at this main laboratory, unlike the cleanliness of other areas, it seems that there has been a war. The room is in a mess, the tables and whiteboards are overturned, the broken fragments of the containers are everywhere, and there are eye-catching traces on the ground, as if corrosive liquids are evaporating on them, and a dangerous atmosphere is derived from the silence.

Freya sat aside, covering the wound on her arm. Under the calm appearance, Bolog could smell the fear and panic on her body.

For so many years, she has been living like a mouse in the shadows. Several direct confrontations with security staff have almost broken her sanity.

This time, Bologo really has no time to take care of Freya's mental health. With the diamond shield protecting him, he quickly searched here.

Also in the secret laboratory, the outside is very clean, only here seems to have a conflict and is in a mess. Bologo can't help but wonder what was found here at the beginning.

In the center of the room, a class of spire-like mechanical equipment is intricately arranged. Each device exudes a strong metallic smell. Their internal structure and pipelines are directly exposed, and the black metal surface flashes a faint blue light.

The cables and connecting wires around the mechanical equipment are intertwined to form an intricate mesh structure. Electric light flashes through these cables. Even after so many years, this place is still in a power supply state.

The closer you get to the core, the more you can smell a suffocating breath. It is the strong smell of various reagents and chemicals, which has not dissipated after so many years.

In addition, Blogo also found an interesting corner.

Someone had lived here for a long time. He slept in a corner not far from the spire. There was a waterproof membrane on the ground, and then a sleeping bag was placed on it. There were all kinds of daily necessities and many empty cans piled up around.

There were marks on the wall to record the date, and some mumblings, some were complaints, some were wishes, and some were encouragements.

A huge amount of information poured into Blogo's mind, and Blogo constructed what had happened here.

All the living utensils were single, and he had been living alone. Judging from the date marks on the wall, he had spent more than a year here. He could have lasted longer, but unfortunately, the chaos in the ruins area completely closed this place.

He was imprisoned here until he ate all the food and starved to death here.

"Furya, have you seen a body?"

Blogo asked loudly. If he died, there should be a body left.

"No."

The voice came back, and Blogo continued to search this corner, and soon he found a diary under the sleeping bag.

Interestingly, when necessary, writing a diary is also one of the regulations of the Order Bureau. Even if an individual dies, useful information can still be left for the later generations.

When he opened the diary, the first thing that caught his eye was a cute rabbit head mark.

Bologo couldn't help but sighed, "It's you."

Mamo's apprentice, the scholar who took over the research on virtual intelligence, she did not die outside, but hid here.

Although they had never met or known each other, Bologo unexpectedly hoped that she could survive.

When he opened the diary, a strong resentment came to him.

"It's over! How come it's the end of the world when I wake up!"

Bologo's inner emotions disappeared.

After a simple flip through, as Bologo thought, when Xilin invaded, the research on virtual intelligence was being carried out here.

"The space is completely distorted. It's like a maze, constantly changing. I dare not stay in one place for too long. God knows if my body will be stuck in the wall when I wake up.

Damn it, for the research of virtual intelligence, this place is completely isolated from other areas of the reclamation room. In other words, I am in the reclamation room, but I have lost contact with the entire reclamation room and the Order Bureau."

Berogo continued to flip through the pages. With excessive thinking, he could imagine everything she encountered.

"I've been wandering around this maze for several days, but no rescue has arrived, and I haven't found anyone else. Where have they gone? Have they been separated by space?"

In order to keep the research top-secret, there are not many scholars here, and for a long time it did not exceed double digits.

Under complete isolation, the secret laboratory is independent of the Kenshi to a certain extent. As for the rescue she needs... During the period of time when she lost contact, the Kenshi affected by Xilin has begun to distort. In order to avoid the expansion of the disaster, the Order Bureau drew a dividing line at that time and clarified the settlement area and the ruins area.

Meanwhile, a secret war breaks out.

"No... we can't expect rescue. It's best not to have any rescue."

Her emotions stabilized and she wrote the opposite text, "Once I am rescued, the decision-making room will definitely discover the things we have researched. Not to mention being punished, the decision-making room will definitely ban our research. .

Virtual domain intelligence is crazy just thinking about it. "

Even in a desperate situation, she still thinks about her research, which is very consistent with Boluogo's stereotype of scholars.

Upon closer inspection, as I was writing this part, the diary page had been torn out and re-attached.

"It stands to reason that I should stop recording in order to avoid the decision-making room finding out about me, but that's not right. The decision-making room can't find this anyway, so I just wrote it, not to mention Mamo is outside!"

When writing this part, Boluogo could feel the joy coming from the words.

"Mamo will find this, find me, even if... even if I am dead when he finds me, at least there will be records left."

Her mentality was very strong, and it took her less than twenty-four hours to clarify her thoughts and possibilities.

What followed was much simpler. In her description, the entire ruined area began to undergo chaotic changes. The buildings were distorted and distorted every moment, like erupting lava. She never stayed in any place for more than three hours, but No matter how hot the lava is, it will solidify in a slow flow, and the same is true for space.

A week after the Xilin invasion, the space gradually stabilized, and she also mentioned in her diary that she encountered a monster, then a second, and a third...

“It should be the distortion of space that caused the secret laboratory to overlap with the outside world, opening the passage and allowing these monsters to get in.

Bad news, I don't know how many monsters got in. Good news, since they can get in, I can get out too. "

Seeing this, Boluogo thought of Freya, and he felt a little uneasy.

"These monsters are very interesting. Their appearances are not consistent. They are all kinds of strange. Some are ferocious, and some are cute, but it is not important. I killed them all. The most indispensable thing in this research room is weapons."

A month has passed in the diary.

"No new monsters have appeared. I have checked this place several times, but I still can't find the way they came in. Did they appear out of thin air?"

The dates kept jumping around.

"I started dissecting these strange monsters. I looked through the information, but there was no record of them. Did they emerge from the containment area?"

"I discovered something strange.

These monsters seem to have optical interference, and they look very ferocious, but if you close your eyes and rely only on touch, they feel very similar... very similar..."

"I feel like I've missed something. Where are the others? Why can't I find them? Even if they are dead, there should be bodies..."

Boluogo's heart skipped a beat.

"I had this unsettling thought, Oh my God, I, I don't know what to do, but I'm going to keep researching, I have to figure out what's going on."

Boluogo took a deep breath and turned over another page with a heavy heart. Short and neat words emerged, without any unnecessary nonsense, only simple, almost report-like descriptions.

"I was affected by cognitive distortions and I killed my colleagues."