Chapter 886: Accidents Are the Main Theme

Opening his eyes, getting up, cleaning, washing, dressing, and tying his belt, Blogo looked at himself in the mirror. His meticulous posture always made him feel satisfied and calm.

He adjusted his cuffs and looked at the quiet and tidy room. During the days when Palmer was away, Blogo cleaned the room carefully to slightly reverse the entropy change of the whole room.

He pulled the curtains open with both hands, and the bright sunlight poured in. Blogo squinted slightly, and after a few seconds he adapted to the new light.

Looking at the endless scenery under the high-rise building, Blogo couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Since the collapse of the Wandering Fork Road and the dissipation of the fog sea of ​​the Great Rift, the dark clouds covering the city are gone. After many years, the sun has once again favored this place.

Under the sun, the glass curtain wall reflects the light of the sun, as dazzling as pearls. The surrounding streets are like a stage, with traffic and pedestrians.

The billboards in the commercial center flashed all kinds of fashionable goods, attracting people's attention. The roar of the machines in the factory and the hard work of the workers were intertwined. The huge figures of industrial machinery looked solemn and spectacular under the sunshine.

After a long time of thinking, Blogo realized that compared with the quiet and beautiful Fengyuan Highlands, he still liked places like the City of Oath, Opus, which was noisy and noisy.

"Cheers to the beautiful world."

Blogo raised his glass. After a night of chatting with Amy, his mood had eased a lot. Seeing this beautiful morning again, if he didn't think about the troubles in his mind, this would be a perfect opening of the day.

"It's great."

Blogo sighed, temporarily forgot all the suspicions about Albert and the crowd, and temporarily relieved his responsibilities.

Then...

A transparent ripple erupted from the edge of the city. As it advanced, pedestrians along the way were thrown away, vehicles were knocked over, shops on the corners exploded one after another, glass curtain walls on high-rise buildings collapsed, flying debris swept across the streets like a sharp knife storm, street lamps collapsed, fire hydrants exploded one after another, and the rising water columns were like fireworks welcoming the arrival of the god of death, emitting colorful light under the reflection of the sun.

Bologo rubbed his eyes. He suspected that he was not awake. Then the shock wave hit the apartment building where he was fiercely. The French window in front of him was instantly shattered into pieces, and the broken fragments were embedded in Bologo's body, but Bologo did not fall down. He held up the cracked water cup and stood firmly in place.

The air wave rushed in the living room, making Bologo's tidying up for a few days a mess again. After a few seconds, the aftermath of the explosion came slowly. The roaring sound was like a heavy hammer, almost smashing Bologo's eardrum.

Bologo walked forward a few steps and stood on the edge of the wall. Looking back at the city, people were running around in panic, screaming and calling for help. Panic and chaos enveloped the entire city. This sudden disaster made it impossible for people to understand and deal with it.

The alarms in the city sounded violently, and the fire brigade, rescue team and police rushed to the scene to rescue and evacuate, but they seemed powerless in the face of such a sudden disaster.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the sky of the city became gray and heavy. The collapsed buildings and the burning blocks made a huge noise and a burnt smell, like a doomsday picture.

Bologo was sure that this was not a dream, but a real picture being played out.

The prosperous neighborhoods in the last second have now become ruins, and the vibrant streets and shops have now been destroyed beyond recognition. Everything has become broken and desolate.

The flames of the explosion ignited in the big crack. Bologo drank the remaining half cup of orange juice and threw the cracked cup to the ground casually.

After wiping his face covered in cigarette ash and adjusting his crooked tie, and confirming that there was nothing wrong with his collection cabinet, Blogo picked up the Key of the Path and struggled to open the dented door.

When Blogo passed through the Undead Club and arrived at the Order Bureau, loud alarms sounded one after another in the reclamation room, and the staff ran quickly with documents in their arms. Before Blogo could continue to move, the scene in front of him began to distort and change until it turned into a straight corridor.

Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, Blogo stepped into the familiar outpost again. Surprisingly, this time Freya remained silent, and countless eyes were fixed on Blogo. Among them, a familiar figure was walking towards Blogo.

"Blogo." Nathanil shouted.

"What happened?"

Blogo looked at the table on the side, which was full of various weapons. He knew what this meant, so he walked directly to the table, skillfully tied the belt around himself, and inserted different weapons.

"We were attacked by a surprise attack, a joint attack by the Rebellious Court and the Cult of the Corrupted." Nathanil said.

"What's the situation?"

"Very bad, they came prepared and broke through Graystone Town in just over ten minutes."

"Graystone Town?"

Blog recalled the town, which occupied the main road leading to the Abandoned Land. In order to protect this place, the Order Bureau sent many staff, including the priest recruited by Blog.

"It fell just like that?" Blog couldn't believe it.

"According to the last message, the Regent came to the battlefield in person..."

Naisaniel's words added a bit of chill, "This time the enemy's goal is very clear, and the execution is also very strong. We don't understand why they are suddenly so aggressive."

"What is their goal?" Blog asked.

"If the guess is correct, it should be the ruins of the Holy City under the Great Rift." Naisaniel said.

Hearing about the Holy City, Blog paused for a moment. That was the core of all the doubts and the location of King Solomon's legacy.

"Can the Desperate Outpost hold up?"

Blog worriedly said that if what Naisaniel said was true, then this sudden conflict would be at the same level as the Decay Plague incident, and the figures of the Glory were present in these incidents.

"In the past, relying on the power of the large-scale Void Silence Defense Line, it was not difficult to resist the invasion of a Glorious One, but this time, the Rebellious King's Court joined forces with the Xingfu Sect."

Berogo heard the implication of Naisaniel's words, and he was shocked and said, "The evil of this world?"

"Yes, we don't know what method the Xingfu Sect used. Now the evil of this world that should have been dormant is agitated again. The flesh and blood like mountains are moving towards the Holy City on a large scale. The desperate outpost is trying to control the situation and has no spare energy to deal with the invasion from outside."

Naisaniel tried to reassure Berogo, "Don't be nervous, the rest of the action team has been dispatched, they are advancing along the graystone rift, trying to stop the enemy."

Berogo picked up the sword and axe, looking eager to try, "I have fought with the Regent..."

"You have other tasks, Berogo."

Naisaniel interrupted Berogo, and after speaking, he turned slightly, revealing the door to the ruins behind him.

"The enemy's target is the Holy City, and for this reason, even the evil of this world is manipulated and awakened by it... You should also know how unstable the situation in the Holy City is."

"The light is gradually fading, and the evil is resurrecting."

Berogo whispered that exploring the Holy City was originally part of the plan, but it seems that under the pressure of the regent, all this will be brought forward.

"Unfortunately, we are not sure whether we can completely protect the Holy City from the enemy's offensive, so all plans must be brought forward."

When talking about this, Nathanil felt an inexplicable sense of fate. Many years ago, they captured this city, and now they have to defend it again, even at the cost of their lives.

"Berogo, according to the instructions of the decision-making room, you must immediately go to the ruins area, find the road to the Holy City, and collect King Solomon's legacy as much as you can. We will try to find a way to control the resurrected evil and the invading enemies to buy you time."

Berogo nodded silently. He had guessed this arrangement from the beginning, but for a while, Berogo still couldn't understand why the rebellious royal court and the Xingfu Sect suddenly launched an attack at this time.

It seemed that in a place that no one could see, a big hand was fiercely stirring the situation, bringing up the wind and clouds, accelerating the advancement of the dispute and the intensity of the war.

"I understand what you mean, but before that, I need to gather my team members," Berogo glanced at the gate leading to the ruins area and added, "It's a bit too troublesome to explore that ghost place alone."

"Who?"

Naisaniel asked simply.

"The one who won't hinder me."

Naisaniel smiled inexplicably, and he snapped his fingers. Then the space on Berogo's side began to twist and change, the winding path was torn, and then a figure emerged out of thin air.

"Hum~"

The blurry figure gradually became clear. She hummed a little tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

From her perspective, she should have just gotten up, tidied herself, put on her clothes and work badge, and was doing the final makeup in front of the mirror before going out to work.

In the blink of an eye, she left her familiar nest and appeared directly in public.

Bologo could carefully see the rapid changes in Aimu's expression, from relaxation to tension, and then to despair with a sense of social death. The humming stopped abruptly, and the mirror reflecting her disappeared, replaced by her boss's boss.

Amy said dryly, "Good morning... Good morning, Deputy Director."

Naisanil didn't care about Amy's performance at all. He just said very professionally, "Staff Amy Yazedat, you are urgently assigned to a field operation."

"Oh oh."

The characters flashing in his eyes showed Amy's messy thoughts. He had just gotten up, but he was suddenly pulled here. No one could react.

Until Amy saw Blogo on the side.

"We don't have much time. You have five minutes to prepare and set off," Nasanil looked at his watch, "Furya will guide you until you reach the Holy City."

"What about you? Deputy Director." Blogo suddenly asked.

"Me?" Naisaniel hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will set off for the Graystone Rift, king against king, glorious against glorious, and try to intercept the Regent there."

"Is this all the glorious ones left in the Order Bureau?"

Berogo asked again. In his understanding, there were only a few glorious ones in the Order Bureau. Did most of them perish in the secret war a few years ago?

"Each of you has your own duties."

Naisaniel did not answer Berogo's question directly, but urged, "Do what you should do."

Seeing this, Boluogo had nothing to say. He simply told Aimu about the current situation, and the two began to sort out things that might be used in the next operation.

"Why did you think of me this time?" Aimu asked softly.

"Because I really can't understand those profound books and need a translator," Boluogo felt a little helpless. "For this reason, as an illiterate, I can only trouble the magical Miss Aimu."

"hey-hey."

Aimu chuckled twice, "That's pretty much it."

Seeing Amu's proud look, Boluogo confirmed again that she was indeed like a child, surprisingly easy to coax.

Thinking of this, Boluogo lowered his head and was about to put Grudge back into his sword bag when another face came into his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Freya asked curiously, lying on the edge of the table.

"Yeah yeah."

When Boluogo turned his head, the other side was already full of Freyas. Looking at the other side, Amu was also surrounded by Freyas. The two of them were surrounded by Freyas.

"Let's talk about the next work," Bologo replied seriously, "Sneak into the ruins area, find the sacred city, and do what we should do."

Freya lowered her head, looking thoughtful, then she looked at Aimu and said, "Are you sure? Bolog, you are an undead, so the risk of the action itself is not great for you, but she just Those who pray…”

Freya is a fast learner, and her short-term work in the field department has allowed her to learn a lot about tactics and strategies. It also enables her to judge whether the composition of the team is reasonable through efficient calculations like everyone else.

"No, she's very good," Boluogo said without explaining too much, "You'll know it soon."

"ah?"

In less than five minutes, Boluogo checked his equipment. In order to thank him for his work, after exploring the ruins area, Mamo also spent a lot of energy to reversely develop a small amount of Sword Sword Oil. , to replenish what Bologo had consumed previously.

These wonderful substances that can split the winding path will play an extremely critical role when necessary.

Bologo said, "Okay, we can go."

"Does this count as overtime?"

Aimu was still a little unresponsive. When he woke up, he was pulled into a fatal operation, but if you think about it, this is the daily life of an employee of the Bureau of Order.

Stability is always short-lived, and accidents are the eternal theme.

"I guess so."

After Boluogo finished speaking, he opened his hands as if he wanted to hug Aimu, and then Aimu hugged him. After a burst of dazzling light, Aimu disappeared, leaving only some empty clothes falling to the place. At the same time, There was a golden halo in Boluogo's eyes.

The Freyas looked at the clothes on the ground, then looked at Bologg, and a few seconds later they all screamed in unison.