Chapter 869: Replica

The light spear fell, the tentacles danced wildly, and the building collapsed section by section. Just when Blogo had no way to retreat, a safety door emerged from the broken wall. In the eye-catching green light, the safety passage opened to Blogo.

"I knew it!"

Blogo shouted excitedly.

Freya succeeded. She really uploaded herself to the ruins area. I just don't know what happened. The consciousness she uploaded was not complete. Only the weak young version of Freya was left.

Thinking of Freya's difficult survival in the ruins area, plus the secret power she mentioned that could warn.

That was not a secret power at all, but one of the permissions to control the ruins area.

"Freya!" Bolog asked loudly, "You must have encountered many dangerous situations before. Is it true that every time you are in desperate situations, there will be such a door opening!"

"Yes, yes," Freya closed her eyes in fear, letting the snake scale liquid roll her around, "Didn't I tell you before? It's like there is a power in the dark helping me."

Berogo dragged Freya and rushed towards the security door at high speed, roaring.

"It's not some illusory power that helps you, but yourself!"

The hazy light and security staff can mobilize the power of the ruins area, and so can Freya, but compared to them, it is difficult for Freya to actively control this power. It will only be passively opened when she is in desperate situations.

Berogo guessed that Freya's consciousness was diluted by the huge ruins area. By analogy, it is like letting a person's consciousness control the administration of a city or a country.

Freya's individual consciousness's computing power simply cannot support such a large computing power consumption. Even if she can control the ruins area, the feedback of the command will be very slow, and the specific energy efficiency will be very weak. Therefore, only when it really involves her own safety can her power be barely displayed.

In comparison, the crowd is much more efficient. Since the individual computing power is not enough, then other people are added. Everyone's consciousness has been subdivided into different functions and becomes a screw and gear on this terrible machine.

Bolog suspected that if Mamo could really access the crowd before brain death, his consciousness would most likely be used to maintain the sublimation furnace core. Relying on everyone's many years of experience before his death, these consciousness bodies can even take up their posts without training.

"What am I thinking about!"

Bolog complained in his heart. In an extremely nervous situation, he unconsciously made a cold joke in his heart, and then accused the Order Bureau of these deadly actions.

"Mamo! Mamo Payne, do you remember this name?" Bolog asked.

Freya shook her head blankly. She had no memory of this name.

"The loss caused by uploading consciousness?"

Berogo deduced. He thought, forget it. Don't embarrass Freya at this time. When he escapes to the void block area, he will have plenty of time to torture this coward.

The scorching airflow came, and the sky full of light spears attacked Berogo, piercing and smashing the ground. Following Berogo's figure, a series of spears were left behind him. After a short delay, the light spears exploded, and the pure ether set off turbulence, carrying fragments and hitting Berogo's body.

Berogo only felt a pain in his chest, and a sweet and fishy taste rose in his throat. The manic ether filled every place. As long as Berogo's ether spread slightly out of his body, it would be strongly repelled by ether.

Usually in such a crisis, Berogo would release the protection of soul sucking and usurping. These hostile ethers in front of the protection were like a buffet, allowing Berogo to swallow and use them.

But after realizing the curse brought by the protection, Blogo didn't dare to activate the protection easily. Once he was controlled by paranoid jealousy and forced to do something, it would be fine if it was just the thought of killing, but if some other, unintentional thoughts were forced to be executed...

For example, the complaints in his heart just now, the nagging about Mamo, would he try to kill Mamo because of the paranoid thoughts?

Jealousy, terrible jealousy.

You must get what you want, and you must do what you want.

Whatever means, regardless of the cost.

Blogo calmly analyzed the nature of the protection curse, "Irrational paranoia caused by jealousy."

"Stay!"

The roaring sound came again from the strange light ball. This time, the tentacles of the dazzling light directly penetrated the heads of the security staff. They were controlled like puppets. Excessive ether accumulated in their bodies. The faceless heads actually showed facial features, and pure light overflowed from their eyes, mouths and noses.

Blogo ignored the changes behind him and rushed into the security door with Freya. He even closed the door thoughtfully.

The scorching temperature dropped suddenly, and the strange space of the entangled stairs came into view. With the heavy sound of the door closing behind him, Blogo crossed the stairs, dragged Freya, and slowly stopped.

Sitting on the steps, Blogo panted, thinking hard while looking at Freya. She was sitting on the steps opposite Blogo, and her body was still wrapped with the snake scale liquid.

As time passed, the cracks on her body were slowly healing, and she was not like a porcelain doll that was completely broken.

"I... I..."

Freya wanted to say something, but she really seemed to know nothing, and she couldn't say any words of defense. In a hurry, she looked like she was about to cry.

Berogo felt a little annoyed. This was the first time he met someone who cried so easily, but it made sense when he thought about it. A broken and confused consciousness was hiding in a terrible ruins area.

"Take a look at this."

Berogo threw the diary over, along with the badge that he had taken off the body. All this evidence proved that Freya was not an intern at all, but a product of consciousness upload, Freya Bradley.

Freya sobbed softly, flipping through the diary, and the fear in her heart continued to grow... She was familiar with the handwriting in the diary, that was her handwriting.

Berogo could smell the fear emanating from Freya, and he understood Freya's mood at this time. It was like one day, someone suddenly told Berogo that he was not a real life, but just a virtual character in a story.

Faced with such things, everyone will inevitably fall into doubts about their own existence.

After not daring to use the protection to restore the ether rashly, Bologo could only use the most primitive way to absorb the ether on his own to restore his own ether. As for the potion containing the Mang Yin Soul, he found a lot of it in Freya's storage room, but they were all destroyed in the battle just now.

After a brief reading, Freya put down the diary, her eyes still full of disbelief.

"How could it be?"

Freya tried to refute the facts. She tried to recall her childhood, but no matter how she traced back her memory, she could not cross a node.

The node where she woke up in a mess after the shock of Xilin's invasion. When she recalled this place, she could not move forward, as if there was nothing ahead.

"Nothing is impossible. There are many fatal things in this world."

Bologo commented coldly that he must let Freya accept the reality quickly so that he can proceed to the next step.

"You are Freya Bradley. After being trapped in the ruins, you chose to upload your consciousness to the ruins to continue your life. However, in the process of uploading, your consciousness will inevitably be damaged, not to mention that your consciousness alone cannot control such a huge ruins, so you have become like this."

Halfway through, Blogo couldn't help but guess what the hazy light was. Compared with Freya, the hazy light was obviously the master of the ruins.

Freya shook her head, "No... Freya is dead."

"What are you talking about?" Blogo retorted, "Aren't you Freya?"

"If what is written in the diary is true and she really succeeded, I am... but not her."

Freya spread out the diary and showed Blogo the last page, where there was a crooked handwriting, as if a person wrote it with his last strength before dying.

"Consciousness can only be copied, not uploaded."

Blogo was stunned. At this time, he realized that he was used to using consciousness uploading to understand all this, but in fact, there is no so-called consciousness uploading.

Dead is dead.

Even the countless consciousnesses among the crowd were only copies of the consciousness of the living before brain death.

The real Freya had long died, died in the spire, but she continued in another way to appear in front of Blogo.

Blogo stood up suddenly, and at the same time a sound of metal friction rang out. Blogo looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that the security door they came from was slowly pushed open.

Freya said that the void agglomeration area was not completely safe, and it was still watched by the hazy light.

The tentacles of pure brilliance stretched out from behind the crack of the door.