Chapter 892 The Cornerstone of Sacrifice

In the eyes of many people, Blogo is a ruthless executioner who easily takes the lives of his people, but in fact, Blogo respects the concept of life very much.

For Blogo, who has experienced the wrath of the scorched earth, the so-called word life has extremely strong resilience and perseverance, like an unbeatable iron man and thin grass growing from the cliff.

"Should I sigh at the greatness of life?"

Blogo roared while splitting the zombies that stood up again along the way. The fragments of the corpses flew, and under the broken bones and shriveled meat, countless pale maggots were wriggling. They broke away from the bones, scraped white dust in the air, and were then burned by the rolling fireworks.

The poisonous bees whistled in, and the diamond shield rotated at high speed, like a lawn mower, cutting them into pieces. They burst one by one like berries, and the dark green venom fell in pieces, like a drizzle.

The diamond shields interlaced above Blogo. The moment the venom came into contact with the metal, a fierce corrosion sound was heard. The smooth metal surface was instantly burned with dense dents.

"These alchemical creatures have adapted to this hellhole by relying on the evil of this world!" Amy also screamed in Blogo's mind.

In this extreme environment, the alchemical creatures relied on their biological instincts to survive here. The huge flesh and blood beehives above their heads swayed slightly. Blogo guessed that they were filled with venom, which paralyzed the flesh and blood of the evil of this world and made it ignore the life here. Maybe the venomous bees would regularly sacrifice flesh and blood to it to gain living space.

As for the worms that controlled the corpses, their existence was even simpler. They relied on the remaining shriveled flesh and blood on these corpses to survive.

The scenes in front of him made Blogo feel amazed and disgusted. Life was indeed beautiful, but Blogo really found it difficult to accept these ghost things in front of him.

The diamond shield was transformed in Blogo's hands, and within a few seconds it extended into a tortuous and sharp spear. The red mercury completely covered the spear head, smearing it like a bloody scar.

Aether amplification, full release.

Blogo accumulated strength, like a cannon firing, throwing a roaring explosion that swept the banquet hall, and the iron spear pierced the air, easily penetrating the flesh and blood hive with a sonic boom.

The flesh and blood trembled under the violent impact, making a strange pulsating sound, and the sticky flesh and blood began to reveal an orange-red light, as if breathing violently, and the dense blood-colored holes were repeatedly expanding and shrinking, sending a trace of hot breath.

The next moment, the orange-red light was like a burning flame, burning in the flesh and blood holes, reflecting the entire flesh and blood hive.

The flesh and blood hive began to expand, and a huge pressure accumulated rapidly. Finally, when the orange-red light was as bright as fire, the huge flesh and blood hive completely exploded and burst.

Blogo skillfully raised the diamond shield to protect his body. Fragments of flesh and blood mixed with venom and blood fell together as a blasphemous rain, corroding everything it touched.

Even the zombies that stood up were no exception. The corrosive venom made their already broken bodies even more fragile. The worms escaped from the skeletons, but the corrosive blood on the ground did not give them any room to escape. The remaining zombies targeted Blogo. They tried to get close to Blogo, but suddenly they all froze in place and could not move.

Blogo raised his hand and kept a grasping motion. The swarm of poisonous bees could cause Blogo some trouble, but these zombies were much easier to deal with.

Secret Power·Governing Decree.

In front of Blogo's powerful secret power, all lives that did not have the critical protection of the Matrix Soul would be at his disposal, and so were the zombies.

Slowly clenching his fist, the bodies of the zombies also collapsed and squeezed into a ball with a series of sharp and piercing friction sounds. The worms hidden in them were not spared. They were crushed and crushed, and the juice dripped from the cracks.

The manic banquet hall became quiet again, but the illusion of the past had completely disappeared, and there was only a dilapidated mess.

"There should be nothing to explore here," Bolog looked around and stomped on a poisonous bee that was not dead yet, "We have to find the next door."

"I hope this badge can be of some use, otherwise it will take a long time to explore it bit by bit." Amy suggested.

The two had limited time to explore. While they were leisurely strolling in Raymond Gaton, battles broke out one after another in the abandoned land and the graystone rift.

The rebellious royal court and the ape-rot sect were attacking this place.

"I hope so."

Berogo took off the badge and looked at it carefully again. This time, he found a row of uneven marks on the back of the badge. He wiped off the dust carefully and recognized a name from it.

"Saqin Grama."

This was the name of the owner of the badge. At this time, Berogo went to find the withered bones again and unexpectedly found that it was not damaged or controlled by the worms in the series of battles just now.

The long table and chairs were destroyed, and Saqin's body was overturned by the air wave. At this time, its remains were sitting under a column, still holding hands, but this time its hands were holding two broken hand bones.

Bologo could barely imagine that scene. The holy city was in complete war, and it was only a matter of time before the high wall was breached. However, these scholars did not flee, but chose to die with the city and King Solomon.

Sachin should be the most noble among these people. He held the last supper in the banquet hall, holding hands with other scholars and saying the last prayer.

"They didn't starve to death."

Bologg said in a strange way, as if inspired, Bologg continued, "I have seen really hungry people, Aimu, in the trenches, we were often hungry and wanted to catch mice to eat, but these people are different. "

Turning his head to look at the messy banquet hall, Boluogo recalled the details just now, "Their bodies were so neat, and there was no fight between them before they died..."

"Either they died somewhere else and their bodies were moved here, holding hands, or they sat here together, holding hands, and died at the same moment."

Aimu followed Boluogo's conjecture and said, she couldn't help feeling a little chilled, "Whether the truth is the former or the latter, this looks like some kind of sacrificial ceremony."

"Saqin..."

Boluogo thought about this name. As the supreme power here, it was Saqin who dominated everything in the banquet hall. What on earth was he going to do at that time?

Can't figure it out.

Boluogo squatted down. He wanted to examine Saqin's body more carefully, but the years eventually wore away the last bit of its existence. With a crackling sound, the decayed bones collapsed and turned into a field of gray. dust.

"well……"

Boluogo sighed quietly, tightened his grip on the badge, and pinned it on his collar again.

Click, click...

The clear sound of water droplets sounded, followed by the deep reverberation caused by the squirming of some giant thing. Bologg looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bloody hive appearing on the vault after the flesh hive exploded. The big hole, the charred flesh and blood drooped down like hanging internal organs, and the sticky blood flowed down and turned into a slender water column.

If this alone was not enough to arouse Boluogo's vigilance, in his perception, as the hive's flesh and blood disappeared, the paralyzing toxins were also burned away, and the huge monster finally noticed the body after many years. This little piece of shit.

"What the hell!"

In Bolog's exclamation, the rapidly proliferating flesh squeezed open the gap in the vault and scrambled into the banquet hall.

The scarlet flesh formed huge tentacles several meters long. The tentacles were entangled with each other and twisted flexibly. They greedily plundered any organic matter that could be touched, whether it was the corpse of a poisonous bee or a rotting bone. The tentacles grasp tightly, and they quickly break down the remaining nutrients and absorb them.

In the blink of an eye, the huge sarcoma replaced the original honeycomb of flesh and blood. Without thinking, Boluogo turned around and ran away. He knew full well how vital the evil in this world was, and fighting it was a complete waste of energy.

"Where are you going?"

Aimu asked nervously. She found that Boluogo did not continue to look for the next door, but ran wildly in the direction he came from.

"Since every door is a door with a winding path, then, for those of us who have no authority before, it may just be randomly transmitted within a certain range, just like a tourist attraction, with only a small part open to us!"

Boluogo explained to Aimu while running wildly, "But now that we have Saqin's badge and his authority, these doors should be able to send us directly to the corresponding door, such as Saqin's personal research room. !”

The door in front of him was getting closer and closer, and the twisted flesh and blood behind him was like a scarlet wave, rolling towards Boluogo. Boluogo reached out and touched the badge on his collar, and whispered, "A person of your level" You should have your own research laboratory, right?"

After speaking, Boluogo turned sideways and slammed the door open with his shoulder. Then the figure disappeared into the darkness with violent distortion, and the door closed, blocking the way of flesh and blood.

Having traversed the winding path more times, Boluogo felt that he should get used to this weird feeling, but when his feet stepped on the solid ground again, his legs still couldn't help but feel weak, and he couldn't help but feel weak. Accompanied by a strong desire to vomit.

At this time, Aimu will skillfully take out the injection and give Boluogo an injection. In less than half a minute, Boluogo will be back to his best condition.

Boluogo didn't bother to complain about Amu's increasingly skillful movements. Instead, after making sure that the surrounding environment was safe, he stood up straight and observed his position.

The overall layout here is similar to the library that Bologg arrived at earlier. The same pointed dome, the same crystal curtain wall that seals all directions, and the stacked bookshelves. Bologg guessed that this place should also be located in Raymond. On top of a spire in Guyton.

But this time, there are many traces of private life here, such as a single bed placed in the corner. It looks a bit abrupt, but for scholars, this is normal. According to Aimu, in Bailey In the research room, she not only prepared a single bed, but also a simple dressing table.

"Always stay in perfect condition." This is how Bailey explains herself.

"Is this Sachin's research laboratory? It looks very simple."

Aimu separated from Boluogo and briefly evaluated this place from a scholar's perspective.

Scholars need not only theoretical discussions, but also practical experiments. This seems to be just Saqin's research room. As for the location of his laboratory, it is still uncertain.

"It is well preserved here. It has not been burned by the light, nor has it been stained by the blood and flesh of the evil of this world."

Berogo carefully examined the crystal curtain wall. Except for a few cracks, it has almost no flaws.

"Okay, the archaeological work begins."

Aimu walked towards the desk under the layers of bookshelves with a fiery look. It was very messy, just like the desk of every scholar, but the interesting thing was that Saqin should have had time to sort it all out, but he didn't do so. Various documents and notes were placed on the desk, covered with dust.

Berogo walked over and saw a piece of nailed straw paper on the towering board. On it, delicate sketches were used to outline ellipses covered with patterns, and there were many dense texts attached to the side.

Previously in the ruins, Blogo could not recognize the information because the words were all complex academic terms, and Blogo did not even recognize some of the words.

Now these words have made Blogo feel powerless again, and this time the powerlessness is even deeper, just because this text is completely another language in Blogo's view.

"Do you know this kind of words?" Blogo asked Amy, "Isn't it that Raymond Gayton uses another language?"

"You guessed right, but not completely right."

Amy walked over, and the light circle in her eyes shrank slightly, "This is a kind of encrypted text."

She went on to explain, "In order to protect their research, scholars often use this kind of text to record information. Only those who have mastered the relevant encrypted language can understand his words."

"Well, this is indeed in line with the temperament of scholars."

Blogo nodded, without much comment, but asked, "Then do you understand it?"

" Yes," said Amy, "As early as after the fall of the Holy City, the members of the first Order Bureau collected King Solomon's legacy, and it was at that time that they began to decipher these texts. "

Amy patted his chest confidently, "Before the operation, I had learned these encrypted texts, which is not a problem for me, but it will take some time to translate."

"Okay."

This is good news. If Amy can't understand these words, then Blogo can only find a way to pack them all away. There is no way. Blogo is not a cultured person, so he can only rely on Amy.

If, if this operation is to go to Saizong's armory and pick out the most perfect weapon, Blogo can definitely complete it perfectly

"They look like some kind of embryo."

While Amy translated, Blogo examined these images and expressed his thoughts.

"Well," Amy paused his thoughts and said according to the information he had just translated, "Saqin is studying some kind of embryo. These are some related information."

"Okay, I won't bother you for now."

After saying that, Bolog walked to the desk next to him to see if he could find anything else there. Bolog guessed that Saqin wouldn't use encrypted text for all his words, right? Could this encrypted text be the common language in Raymond Gayton?

While complaining about these scholars, Bolog flipped through the desk. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the desktop. After fanning it a few times, Bolog choked and sneezed violently.

Amid the flying dust, the pages of the book swayed stiffly. One of the pages fell from the desktop to the ground. Bolog bent down to pick it up, and familiar words came into his eyes.

The words on this page were not encrypted words, but common words.

Bolog's eyes were filled with tears for a while. Finally, there was something he could understand.

"Dear Hill..."

The handwriting was a little blurry, but Bologo recognized the words on it at first glance. He read it in a low voice and then froze in place.

Hill?

This name was not unfamiliar to Bologo. His memory was dragged back to the bizarreness of the etheric world in an instant.

Yes, in that blazing white storm, Bologo had collided with the echo of a soul, and glimpsed his life in it, the life of Hill.

"No way?"

Bologo thought it was a coincidence, but his subconscious told himself that it was not a coincidence.

He did not continue reading, but spread the page, trying to calm himself down, and then speculated on the page.

Was it written by Sachin? He did not use encrypted text, just ordinary pages, just like torn from a notebook.

The page was spread out on the table. It seemed that Sachin did not hide its meaning, that is, this should be his message to "Hill".

It seems that Hill did not see the message Sachin left him, but many years later, Bologo saw it.

"Dear Hill."

Berogo adjusted his mood and read the following text.

"I don't know if you will be angry when you see me calling you Hill? Haha.

Well, please forgive my offense. Compared with those noble names and gorgeous titles, I still like to call you Hill, as if calling you this way, you are still the lovely little junior brother in my memory."

Berogo wrote down the information revealed in the text and kept them firmly in his heart.

"I... I still can't accept your proposal, let alone understand it, but you are right, someone has to make a decision, whether it is right or wrong, and a hesitant person like me has no right to object.

So, even if I don't accept it or understand it, I think I am still willing to believe you, not your identity or your status, but you, the Hill in my memory.

After writing these words, I will go to the banquet hall, where most of the scholars are. I will lead them to hold the ceremony, and the ceremonies of others are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Death is coming... It's amazing. I know I will die completely, and I also know that I will see you again, and even say these words to you in person, but I still feel a little different, after all After all, I was no longer myself at that time, even though he was very similar to me.

For this, the real Sachin Grama apologizes to you here, I'm sorry, Hill.

The teacher is right, even without the power of the devil, you are still the greatest scholar, worthy of inheriting the name of Wolfgang Gold, and I... I was confused by jealousy and even made a deal with the devil.

I... I just wanted to create a pure human being, a real soulless person, but I didn't think it was the devil's conspiracy. I was deceived by him, even if we made up for it at that time, but what happened afterwards...

I'm sorry, I really want to say these words to Susie in person.

To that child. "

Blog looked at the end of the page, where there was a line of faded and dim text.

"May our sacrifice become the cornerstone of the road to the future. "