Chapter 868 Dream

Thinking has inertia, just like in the diary, she felt that Kenshi was unconscious at first. Boluogo was also misled by Freya's appearance, and combined with her demeanor and self-report, he believed that she was trapped in This intern.

This is simply not the case.

The invasion of Xilin led to the collapse and division of Kenshi. The completely isolated part evolved into the ruins area, which was no longer ruled by Kenshi's will, so she took the opportunity to upload herself to the ruins area and became the will here.

Boluogo doubted that only one person's spirit could really control such a complex and huge virtual realm? This may be the reason why the ruined area is still evolving towards chaos. Even if Freya uploads herself, she is unable to control the ruined area, just like Boluogo who suffered the backlash of the curse. He knows exactly what he is doing, but There's simply no way to stop it.

"The acting is really good," Boluogo sighed. He was really fooled. "After the consciousness leaves the body, it is no longer bound by appearance. You can be young, old, or even have no specific form. of."

Judging from the diary, Freya is a scholar of the same era as Mamo. By now, she should be as old as Mamo. But Freya is so young, paired with her almost perfect figure. Performance, Boluogo puts himself to shame.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about."

Freya raised her head in fear to avoid the bite of resentment penetrating her throat, "I just want you to help me, Boluogo."

She raised her arm as she spoke, and the spilled ether was slowly returning to fill the gap in the wound.

"What is wrong with me?"

Bologg's figure began to twist, and in the next second, accompanied by the howling wind, he appeared in front of Freya. Bologg grabbed her head and peeled off her eyelids with his fingers, full of fear and bloodshot eyes. Her eyeballs were exposed to the air, and she dodged in fear, but in the end she and Boluoge looked at each other.

Overthinking allowed Boluogo to associate a series of event trajectories with very little information, but specific decisions still required his rational judgment. However, rationality is not easy to use all the time, and it is difficult to distinguish between rational situations. Under such circumstances, Boluogo is accustomed to leaving everything to instinct.

If Freya had malicious intentions, then there was no need for her to bring her here. Without her help, it would have been impossible for her to find the secret laboratory.

Moreover, Freya's "disguise" was so perfect. In the shelter, there were all traces of a person's lonely survival, from records of daily life to various details. In this case, Bologo could only draw two conclusions: There is a conclusion, either Freya is an extremely terrifying opponent, or Freya really knows nothing and is just struggling to survive.

"Bologo, am I one of those monsters?"

Freya was crying. She really cried easily. Looking at her completely repaired arm, this phenomenon was exactly the same as that of the staff. Freya couldn't help but think of another possibility.

"Is it cognitive distortion?" she continued to ask, "I was originally a monster, but I imagined myself to be someone named 'Foliya'? I imitated her character and her life..."

Boluogo was silent for a long time, and then he cursed in a low voice. Boluogo hated suspicion and trade-offs, and conspiracies. Compared with these, he wanted to find a flesh-and-blood target to kill.

"Retell your life, Freya, hurry up!"

Bologg decided to give Freya a chance. While he was wary of all kinds of weirdness, curiosity also sprouted in Bologg's heart. He wanted to know what happened after the fall of the ruined area.

Freya said fluently, "I... I came to the sublimation furnace core for internship during the holidays, and then encountered the so-called Xilin invasion, and then got lost in the ruins area."

"What happened before you came to the internship?"

Boluogo continued to ask, "Where are you from? Who is your family? How did you spend your childhood!"

No one appears out of thin air, no matter who they are, they have their origin and destination.

"I, I'm on vacation and come to Sublime Furnace Core for internship..."

Freya answered skillfully again, but this time, midway through her words, she froze, her expression full of trance and confusion.

"It's like a dream," Bologo said sadly, "You don't have a continuous memory because you appear out of thin air."

Boluogo looked back at the body sitting in the center of the spire, "Her name was also Freya. At the end of her life, she uploaded herself into the ruins area. Her actions were still too reckless. With a Human consciousness is simply unable to control such a huge virtual realm.”

Therefore, the public is not only the will of the decision-making room, but also the will of the office. Countless wills gathered have become the cornerstone of the office.

"There was an error in the upload. Your consciousness was shattered and only the next paragraph was intercepted."

Boluogo couldn't help but sigh, "But you did survive, Freya."

Roaring tremors interrupted the conversation between Bologg and Freya. The security staff noticed that they had invaded this place. The front wall cracked and a hazy light spilled in, like the nascent sun.

The security personnel were the first to rush in, and what greeted them was a dense rain of arrows split from the snake scale fluid, with hot red mercury sandwiched in it.

Sparks flickered and arrows exploded.

The icy arrow rain was like the bombardment of artillery shells, setting off continuous explosions, briefly suppressing the movement of the security personnel. Boluogo frowned, not knowing how to deal with Freya.

After uploading her consciousness, Freya's consciousness was diluted by the huge ruins, leaving only this fragmented consciousness, and this intercepted consciousness repaired itself and put itself into the role of "intern".

After figuring this out, what about these security personnel who are similar to Freya, and the hazy light that controls everything?

Blogo discovered a new problem. In this case, what are these monsters that maintain the false operation of the ruins?

The trajectory of the glare tore through the scorching flames, and the furious ether left Blogo no time to guess these.

The vines wrapped around Freya quickly faded, and the diamond shield surrounded her to prevent her from being injured again. Blogo was wary of Freya, but he had to take her with him. She was like a key, the key to solving these mysteries.

Suddenly, the light surged, and the hazy light behind the security personnel extended several light-cast tentacles, which wriggled like snakes and approached with a scorching breath.

The tentacles were both soft and tough, woven from pure light. They waved, tearing out flashes of light in the air, slamming into the ground, and the earth trembled, as if shaken by boundless power.

They whipped the surrounding objects frantically with impact like long whips. The jars and utensils could not withstand this sudden force and were smashed into powder, turning into debris all over the sky.

The loosened vines entangled Freya again. She let Blog control and control her like a cargo, avoiding this fatal whip, but then the thick tentacles split apart and transformed into countless tiny light bands, wrapping around any object that touched them.

Blog was unable to dodge and was gently touched by it. Then the scorching heat carried by the light bands left burns and a series of blisters on Blog's body.

"Furya, I trust you!"

Berogo suddenly shouted, "If you are her uploaded consciousness, you must remember something, think about it!"

"It is definitely not a coincidence that you can live in the ruins for so many years!"

The earth-shattering tremor continued, and as the tentacles raged, countless light bands burst out from it, cutting everything around like the blades of a meat grinder. They swept around and tore every corner of the building without scruples. The walls collapsed into pieces, the spires tilted and crumbled, and everything that had once been gone was gone, leaving only a ruin.

Berogo avoided it with difficulty. This was a dead end, and he had nowhere to escape.

The light bands flashed with dazzling light, and each one was like a sharp knife, piercing and tearing quickly, forming a series of rays of light filled with evil spirits.

The spire lost its balance, making a low collapse sound, and it fell down layer by layer, shattering with a loud bang. The deafening collapse sound echoed in the air, as if it was a sign of the end of the world.

Alarm bells rang in Freya's mind, and the screams overlapped, almost tearing her head apart.

Explosions, Blogo's shouts, and the footsteps of approaching death.

"Intruder!"

The angry echo sounded from the hazy light. The huge ball of light, dragged by countless tentacles, actually crawled into the main laboratory. At this moment, it no longer existed in various spaces, but appeared in front of Blogo in a reduced dimension.

It wanted to deal with Blogo, this difficult opponent, personally.

In an instant, the light band attacked at a speed beyond Blogo's cognition. Blogo could only mobilize all the diamond shields to protect himself.

Then the light bands entangled together and pierced Freya's body like a spear.

Freya's pupils dilated slightly, and Blogo looked at the body that was pierced, and he was also stunned.

Blogo murmured, "Its target is you..."

The spear was pulled out, and Freya's body shattered like porcelain, with a faint light overflowing from the cracks. Blogo drove the snake scale liquid in a mysterious way and embedded it into Freya's broken cracks, trying to solidify her body in this way to prevent her from completely breaking.

At the same time, Freya suddenly smiled, as if her value was recognized. She raised her hand with difficulty and pointed behind Blogo.

"I found it."

Under the warning of the secret energy, Freya found a ray of hope in the countless dark futures.

In the main laboratory that was constantly collapsing, a clear green light lit up on a nearly broken wall, and then a safe passage opened to Blogo.