Chapter 882 Fraudster

Berogo hadn't felt this way for a long time. His joints seemed to be sealed by iron nails, and his muscles seemed to be frozen. He couldn't muster any strength. He stood there for a long time, and the heavy breathing slowly broke the silence.

Looking around, the mountains above his head cracked, and the shadows were divided into boundaries. The gray-white land was full of gray-white sculptures, which piled up like corpses.

"What...what are these?"

Berogo asked in a low voice, but no one responded in the void.

He knew that the gray-white corpses here were not born out of thin air, nor were they from a boring prank by the astronauts. In this hypocrisy, they must have their own meaning of existence, and this meaning of existence is also closely related to Berogo himself to a great extent.

So what is the connection between him and them?

Berogo couldn't figure it out and couldn't think of it at all.

The stiff body moved with difficulty. Blogo took slow steps, first staggering slowly, then running in panic. Blogo fell beside a fallen gray corpse and carefully examined its composition.

He smashed his fist hard, and the tip of his fist was scratched, revealing the faint light of ether. At the same time, under Blogo's fist, the gray corpse was broken into pieces like a stone, and the cross-section was full of fine dust like lime.

Blogo looked at the broken face. A breeze blew by, and the overflowing dust was dragged by the air flow and evenly spread on the gray ground. With a crackling sound, the corpse under Blogo was broken, weathered, and disappeared without a trace.

With trembling eyes, Blogo looked at his dusty hands. At this time, looking at the vast gray wilderness and the countless weathered and corroded debris, a twisted and crazy idea grew in Blogo's mind.

"What have you done to me? Leviathan."

Berogo muttered to himself.

His dense thoughts were like an overloaded machine. In the blink of an eye, Berogo threw out one guess after another in his mind, and then they were overturned one by one.

Berogo was about to forget what his purpose was in coming to the void. Only the mass grave at the bottom of the crater remained in his consciousness.

The void, countless craters, the gray earth...all of this seemed to be related to Berogo. It was also at this moment that the iron law that Berogo had believed in was shaken again. Berogo asked himself in his heart.

"What on earth am I?"

Berogo didn't understand, and he continued to ask, "What on earth is my immortal body?"

Gift·Axis of Time Tracing

This is the judgment report from the Order Bureau, but this report is limited to the situation in the material world of Blogo. Although the void is also in the material world, it is the land of the devil and a part of Blogo's resurrection. Obviously, Blogo only understands part of his immortality, and the other part of the mystery is hidden here.

Suppressing his anxious heart, Blogo walked towards the depths of the shadows. The more he stepped forward, the more corpses he could see, and most of the corpses were already in tatters, eroded by the wind and only left a vague and rough outline.

I don't know how long it took, Blogo cut through the bottom of the crater little by little, and arrived at the towering slope from the other side. His emotions have stabilized a lot, but once he recalled what he had just seen, Blogo still felt an inexplicable palpitation.

It seems that in the blind spot of his memory, he has died thousands of times in the void, leaving tons of gray corpses.

Blogo suddenly thought, "Yes, I have died many times in the void... Every time I resurrect, this is the only way for me."

"It's just... I don't remember it."

Blogo held his head with both hands. He was a conscious body, separated from his body and unable to use the secret power, but the protection might be activated. The power of the devil always has a certain priority. Blogo decisively activated the protection of soul sucking and usurping.

But there was no target around that Blogo could usurp.

Blogo didn't need to usurp any power. He only needed the power of the devil, or more precisely, the curse from the power.

"Remember it quickly, remember it quickly."

Blogo whispered repeatedly like a demon, and kept asking for the power of protection, even if this power had nowhere to be released.

The whispering suddenly stagnated, as if someone had pinched Blogo's throat, and then Blogo's body seemed to be torn by an invisible force, and kept spasming.

The bones of Blogo's fingers suddenly became bent and deformed, but when he looked again, it was just an illusion. Then Blogo felt that his body was slowly deforming, and his limbs twisted into tentacles full of black smoke. Those tentacles were covered with sharp thorns, threatening everything around like a poisonous snake.

"Ha...ha..."

Blogo half-knelt on the ground, his waist arched, his hands deeply inserted into the dust, trying to grab something, he opened his mouth wide, as if a huge worm was crawling in his throat.

His eyes began to roll back, but the weird sound did not stop.

Blogo forced himself to have only that one sound in his mind.

"Remember it!"

The buzzing sound in his mind became louder and louder, as if someone was holding an electric drill against Blogo's skull, it bit by bit drilled through the bones and tore open the flesh and blood, until the sudden silence fell.

The past scenes flew and changed before his eyes, like the film of a movie reel rewinding, time went in reverse order.

The wonderful adventure in the ruins not long ago, the night fight with the Regent, Xilin's return, the blue bird flying across the sky... Borlog used the curse of protection to force himself to make this only choice to fully recall everything he had experienced.

"I will not forget it, absolutely not!"

Borlog's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he kept roaring. During the long years in the black prison, he repeatedly recalled the years he had experienced. The past days were so clear to him.

At this moment, under the influence of the curse, Borlog went upstream in the long river of time, and at the end of those pictures, Borlog saw it.

That was the promotion ceremony that Borlog participated in when he was promoted to a believer. It was also in that promotion ceremony that Borlog arrived in the afterlife, the void, soberly. It was also here that Borlog first learned about the existence of astronauts.

That was not the first time Borlog saw astronauts.

Blogo recalled that during the implantation ceremony when he became a condenser, he had also come to this void. He sat on a bench with someone and watched a movie.

Blogo could no longer recall the specific content of the movie, but he still found a name in his broken memory.

Albert Alfredo.

That was the name of the first minister of the Order Bureau and the name of the creator of the crowd. When Blogo learned about this name from Mamo, he felt infinitely familiar with this name, but he could not figure out when he heard it.

Now Blogo remembered everything. During the implantation ceremony, there was a line of text at the end of the subtitles.

"Starring, Blogo Lazarus, supporting role, Albert Alfredo."

In an instant, Blogo had a splitting headache, and the whole person collapsed on the slope, his chest heaving violently.

Blogo easily accepted the fact that he was the star. After all, he was the one who chose the astronaut and the executor of his conspiracy, but what about Albert?

As the first minister of the Order Bureau, he had died long ago...

Berogo's breathing stagnated, and he whispered, "He is not dead, Albert is not dead."

According to the report of the Order Bureau, he was discovered after the fall of the Holy City, and then taken in by the Order Bureau. At that time, the Order Bureau had just been established, and the first minister Albert was not dead, but was in power.

In other words, it was Albert who took him in, and he must have known his existence. Even when he was released from prison, the ministers of the Order Bureau had been replaced for several generations, and Albert had long disappeared in history.

But he had never really died.

"The crowd... God..."

Berogo felt cold all over. For so many years, Berogo had always thought that astronauts were sinister plotters hiding in the dark, but at this time Berogo realized that there were actually conspirators among humans who were no less powerful than astronauts.

Albert was dead, but Albert was still alive. He lived among the crowd. Even if it was a replica of his consciousness, he still faithfully executed his orders during his lifetime.

There was a pair of eyes watching him all the time, not only the astronaut's eyes, but also Albert's eyes, when he first stepped into the Order Bureau, when he became a condenser, a believer, and a bearer of power, and every time he entered and exited...

All the time.

The crowd can be any deceased person, or it can be Albert.

It is both the masses and the only one.

Blogo was about to forget the purpose of his trip, and there were only one mystery after another fermenting in his mind.

"What are you planning?"

The power of the curse gradually faded, and Blogo looked at the broken peaks above his head with a dull look, and said blankly.

The silence lasted for a moment, and a familiar voice sounded.

"You won't believe the truth, Blogo."

Blogo stood up suddenly, and saw the astronaut standing not far from him, and there was another person beside him, a person with scars all over his body and flames.

"Sai Zong?"

Berogo was stunned. Although the other party had Sai Zong's face and appearance, his temperament at this time was completely different from the Sai Zong that Bologo was familiar with.

Although he was an angry champion, under Sai Zong's thick anger, he was full of rational tranquility, but the Sai Zong in front of him was not like this. A strong, almost condensed murderous intent lingered beside him, and under his anger, there was no calmness, but more frightening brutality.

Just like the previous Sai Zong was a storm, with a terrifying and violent appearance, but unexpectedly peaceful in the eyes of the storm, then the Sai Zong in front of him was a pure volcano that was about to erupt, and there were only more and more hot flames.

"Berogo."

Sai Zong nodded gently to Bologo, his voice was particularly hoarse, as if his throat was burned by fire.

"You shouldn't be here now, Blog," the astronaut said again, "You should leave."

"Speak!"

Blog said sternly, "Speak out, only then can I tell whether I believe it or not."

Blog continued to ask, he didn't know if he would remember these experiences after he left, but he had to seize every opportunity and never let go.

"What is your purpose? Leviathan."

Berogo shouted. In a place he couldn't see, Leviathan had gathered too much power. This was no longer an approaching storm, but a tsunami that could engulf the continent.

Leviathan thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"For love and peace."

Love and peace.

It was the same answer again. Berogo had heard similar answers too many times. Hearing this from Leviathan again, he just felt it was absurd and ridiculous.

"Are you serious?"

Berogo asked again. He had asked similar questions many times. Although he knew the answer, Berogo still wanted to confirm it again.

Leviathan waved his hand and said, "You know me, Berogo. I may play some tricks, but I never lie."

Berogo's expression froze, and then he laughed unscrupulously. Leviathan paused for a moment, then laughed too, and then he snapped his fingers.

"You should go."

The familiar feeling of being detached reappeared, and Blogo could feel his consciousness being peeled off. He tried to resist, but he was powerless.

The vision gradually fell into darkness, and Blogo fell heavily. As if fading, his bloody skin turned gray, without any activity, and as cold as iron.

Sai Zong looked at this scene, and then looked at the countless corpses around him. He remembered the banshee in the myth, whose eyes could petrify the living.

"What are these?" Sai Zong asked curiously.

"The price."

Leviathan replied, "You have been in charge of the Undead Club for so long, and you should understand that there is no perfect immortal body in the world."

"Blogo thought his immortal body was perfect enough, but in fact, someone was paying the price for him in a place he didn't know." Leviathan glanced at the gray corpses and sighed.

Sai Zong retracted his gaze from the corpses around him and asked, "Where are they?"

"At the All-Seeing Eye," Leviathan reminded, "By the way, do you remember what I told you?"

"Cheat, deceive them, our goal is to continue the New World Plan and open up a new ranch," Sai Zong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "but the ranch in the New World does not need seven ranchers."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Leviathan agreed, and then he was going to take Sai Zong away from here to meet other blood relatives at the All-Seeing Eye, but Sai Zong still stood there, staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm a little curious."

"Curious about what?"

"I'm curious about why you dare to do this," Sai Zong was a little confused, "Those things you confessed to me, those secrets... If you can't convince me, do you know what this means?"

"Of course I know, you don't even need to do it yourself, as long as you tell my secrets to other blood relatives, they will put aside all conflicts and interests and find a way to kill me first."

Leviathan analyzed it and said simply, "Facing their united power, I will lose, there is no chance of winning."

"Yes, but you told me so easily... There is no deep trust between us, and I don't think you are a lunatic or a fool," Sai Zong said, "But I just can't figure it out, you Why would you make such a rash decision? It's not reasonable at all. "

"There's nothing unreasonable, it's just my personal bad taste."

Leviathan smiled and replied, "I like to gamble, Sai Zong, I like to bet all my chips on fragile human nature."

"Are you betting on my humanity?" Sai Zong felt that this was like a big joke and couldn't believe it, "Betting on the humanity of a chosen one, or even a devil?"

Leviathan was ecstatic, "Yes, don't you think that if such a bet wins, it will be more fulfilling and exciting?"

Sai Zong hesitated. Facing this fraudster full of lies, he didn't know whether Leviathan was telling the truth or a lie... Maybe it was true, but the meaning behind it might have nothing to do with seeking excitement.

Leviathan asked back at this time, "Did I win the bet?"

Sai Zong did not answer, but stepped forward and said without looking back, "We should go find them."

Looking at his thin back, Leviathan followed slowly, and bursts of strange laughter came out of the creeping shadows.