ebonymovies Chapter 695 The Jealous Leviathan
Chapter 695 The Jealous Leviathan
Chapter 695 The Jealous Leviathan
After a short period of darkness, Bologo and Nethaniel left the Upside Down Hall together. This time the two did not directly appear in the gray corridor, but came to another dark space.
Bologo remembered this. Nethaniel called it the Summoning Room. Like the Upside Down Hall, this mysterious space can isolate the prying eyes of the devil, but among the many devils, it mainly guards against Bell in the House of the Rising Sun. Finger.
The Bureau of Order will never trust the devil, and no sane person should trust him.
"Anything to say?"
Nethaniel waved his hand, and there were two more chairs in the dark space. Bologo and him sat down one after another. Nethaniel raised his hand again, and took out another bottle of wine from nothingness.
I remember that he was like this last time, and Burlogo is no stranger to it.
After taking the wine glass, the sweet liquid slid down his throat, like cold water being poured on an overheated machine, Burlogo felt a tingling sensation, and his heavy consciousness felt a lot lighter for a while.
Burrogo began to understand why people like to indulge in alcohol. These beautiful liquids will temporarily withdraw people's minds, so as to obtain a short period of peace in the gap of illusion.
"There are so many things I want to say," Burrog said, "but when it comes to my mouth, I don't know which one to say first."
Nethaniel smiled, "Take your time, I have plenty of time."
Bologo looked up at Nethaniel, and sighed softly, "I feel a huge net wrapping me little by little, and it's about to grab me and suffocate me to death."
At first, Burlogo only thought that he was too involved with the astronauts, but now it seems that the Bureau of Order is the one that is really suspicious.
From the Wrath of the Scorched Earth to the present, Bologo realized that all the measures taken by the Bureau of Order towards him were calculated by everyone. future.
There were too many things Burlog wanted to know.
"Do you want to ask about yourself?" Nethaniel continued, "I'm sorry for that. I was not born when you were taken into custody. All I know about you is from those documents. As for Those who saw you with their own eyes at that time are almost dead now."
Burrog fell silent. He had a premonition that when one day he knew the truth about the Scorched Wrath, it would be the beginning of everything and the end of everything.
No one told Burlogo why, but he just had a hunch.
His instincts were always right.
After hesitating for a long time, Burlogo did not pursue this issue too much. He is a very sober person who clearly knows where his psychological problems are.
That's the bad part, sometimes you sink soberly.
More and more questions, like a thick to-do list, filled Burrog's head, and Burrog forced himself not to think too far away, but to focus on the present.
Burrogo suddenly asked, "That woman, the current fourth director, is she Belphegor's choice?"
This question undoubtedly hit Nethaniel's heart, and his smiling expression became stiff, like a piece of ice that could not be melted.
There was a touch of sadness in the air.
"Ah."
"Can you tell me about what happened then?" Burrog asked. "During the Secret War."
Bologo has paid attention to the inside story of the secret war, but all the information he has access to has been made public. Bologo knows that there must be many documents that cannot be unsealed inside the Bureau of Order.
"How to say it?"
Nethaniel showed a sad face, "It started as you are familiar with, without any warning, the overlord Xilin raided the reclamation room, and with that terrifying power, even the reclamation room fell apart under its pressure. "
"It happened too suddenly. Although we have a series of countermeasures, all resistance becomes meaningless under Xilin's power at the level of a man of glory."
Nessanil paused, "He is too strong, far stronger than the Glorious One in his cognition. If it weren't for his etheric reaction, which is still as strong as the Glorious One, I even think he has become the Crowned One."
"How did you kill him?"
"At that time, she was in the Bureau of Order, and she was also a Glorious Person, but she was not a fighting type, but a rare Glorious Person of the Secret Enlightenment School."
Nethaniel continued, "Every director has made different contributions to the Bureau of Order, and her contribution is to use the characteristics of the Secret Enlightenment School to carry out a large number of iterative updates for everyone, and make the previous directors The virtual personality, according to its logical characteristics, undertakes different functions.
For example, Maria, she is very suitable for diplomacy. "
Talking about the past is not an easy task. Nethaniel has been mentioned by no one for a long time. He can't refuse Burrog, so he can only reveal these stories.
"According to her vision, after she integrates into the crowd, the calculation of the exhaustive method will be further optimized, and the influence of variables on the situation will be infinitely reduced or even completely eliminated."
Nethaniel tried not to show his emotions, "Of course, everything has been disrupted."
"When Cylinder invaded, we dispatched several Glorious Ones, but those Glorious Ones are old products of the last era. They are also Glorious Ones. Due to the different advanced levels of the alchemy matrix, they just barely resisted Cylinder."
"It's like cavalry charging into tanks," he joked.
"Xilin is not in a hurry to kill them, but wants to destroy the reclamation room. This is our cornerstone. The longer the battle lasts, the more damage it will do to us. In comparison, the Glorious Ones are cheap."
Burrog murmured, "They're already behind."
"Yes, that's it," Nethaniel said, "I have always felt that there is no need to regard Desublimer as a human being, our true essence is a weapon, a weapon that is constantly iterated with technology.
From stones, sticks, spears, iron swords, muskets, to heavy artillery, tanks, and bombers.
We can lose these backward weapons, but we cannot lose the factories that develop weapons, which will undoubtedly interrupt our way to the future. "
Nethaniel took a deep breath, "At that time, I was the latest honorable person in the Bureau of Order, and I also possessed the most advanced alchemy matrix, but I was not in the Bureau of Order at that time."
"Where are you?"
"Narrow countries."
Nethaniel narrowed his eyes, "From the calculations of the crowd, we got the possibility of being attacked, but I never thought that Xilin would lead a large-scale invasion.
As if someone was guiding Xilin forward, he completely bypassed the forces I deployed in the Narrow Kingdom. When I got the news, the battle had already broken out. "
"I tried to return to the reclamation room through the observation tower, but the high concentration of ether caused by the Glorious One disturbed the entire reclamation room, and they needed time to stabilize the ether so that I could pass through the winding path.
To buy me time, she made a surprising decision. "
Burrog could already imagine what kind of decision she had made. In that desperate situation, the only thing that could reverse the situation was the omnipotent and restricted devil.
"She became Belphegor's chosen one, but still failed to defeat Xilin, she was dying under the power, and I arrived at the battlefield at this time.
After the fierce battle of several Glorious Ones, Xilin also became weak at this moment, his ether was greatly depleted, and he was also covered with scars.
The following story is very simple. I temporarily suppressed Xilin, and the other action teams also got a chance to breathe. Under our siege, Xilin died in the reclamation room.
But the war did not end because of this, and the second seat came with Xilin. He was also a glorious person. He tried to rescue Xilin, but failed. Later, he wanted to take Xilin's body... He almost It was a success at one point.
After that, the second seat retreated from the reclamation room, and started a secret war with us in the shadows. At that time, the Bureau of Order was seriously injured, the reclamation room suffered heavy damage, and the space began to distort and deform. Many people disappeared in the chaotic building. Now That area is called the Ruin Zone.
As for her, I fulfilled her last instruction to me and brought her before everyone... You already know what happened after that. "
The two fell into silence at the same time. Nethaniel's narration was very simple, without any excessive embellishments. He was immersed in the grief of the past, and Bologo was examining the secret war.
"Secret War has a lot of doubts," Nethaniel said.
"Like Xilin's suicide attack?"
Bologo has seen similar inferences in the book, "Cylin can retreat completely after a surprise attack. With the strength he exhibited, in a continuous war, the Bureau of Order will be dragged down, but he tried to strike in vain. Completely destroy the Bureau of Order."
"Yes, but now we have another intelligence to rely on."
Nethaniel said, "Not long ago our intelligence officer came back from the Kogadel Empire, and he brought some interesting intelligence."
Then he briefly told Burlogo about the news brought by Church, which focused on the split between the first seat and the second seat.
"The war is protracted. Without the support of the first seat, the strength of the second seat is extremely limited. If the Bureau of Order cannot be completely defeated with one blow, they will only be consumed a little bit. They almost succeeded.
From the later analysis, in the middle and late stages of the secret war, the war has become completely chaotic. Not only the people in the second seat are fighting, but also the people in the first seat are secretly participating in it. If they succeed, they will step on the second seat dead bodies, beat us all. "
"But we won," Burlogo said.
Nethaniel said in fear, "Yes, we won."
Burrog murmured, "But now they're back and want Cylinder's body back."
"When it comes to this kind of time, I am grateful for the existence of everyone."
"why?"
"This kind of thing is too troublesome. I have never liked to think about such complicated things," Nethaniel said, arching his arms and showing his muscles to Burrog, "She said my With only brute force in my mind, and I feel the same way, I'm not a leader, I'm a soldier."
"This is very similar to you. Don't make those complicated things, just tell me the time, place, and how many people to kill."
Bologo froze for a moment, and vetoed, "No, I am completely different from you. I am just better at solving problems with violence. Besides, I am a person who is willing to think."
He said softly again, "Excessive thinking always makes me exhausted."
"So you're always suspicious," Nethaniel said, "like this time."
"Sorry, I can't control myself."
"I can understand," Nethaniel said, "I also had a period of time before, just like you, who was suspicious of the crowd, but soon I was relieved."
"how did you do it?"
"It's very simple. If you can't even trust the people, who should I trust?"
Nethaniel looked at Borrog enviously, "I am different from you in this regard. Almost all my friends are dead. Even if I seek advice, I can't find many people."
Burrog's mood sank, and he could feel the sincere emotion from the words.
"For a while, I often went to chat with the crowd, aroused her virtual personality, and chatted with her... It didn't take much computing power from the crowd.
This kind of life lasted for a while, but at the end of each conversation, the crowd showed its ugly body as if on purpose, as if emphasizing to me that all this is fake. "
Nethaniel let out a long sigh, "Until one time I broke down completely, I yelled at her, and I realized that I was nostalgic and in love with a twisted mass of flesh and blood, trying to find something from it. Get some consolation, it's ridiculous."
"After I calmed down, I realized my gaffe and understood my problem, but within a few days, my longing for her prompted me to go to the crowd, come and go, and in the end, the first director's The virtual personality was awakened, he decided that my state was extremely bad, and in order to avoid a worse development, he made everyone no longer respond to my call."
Each director is an operating logic of the flesh and blood machine of the crowd. In terms of authority level, the first generation of directors seems to be fundamentally different from other directors.
Bologo listened quietly and took a sip of his wine. He felt that the atmosphere of the conversation was very strange. One second he was still discussing the tragic war, and the next second he was talking about the love story of Nethaniel.
Nethaniel laughed at himself, "Emotions are maddening, and even the Glorious cannot avoid it."
"It's a symbol of our humanity," Burlogo said, "that we're not some kind of really cold weapon."
Nethaniel didn't answer, just took out another bottle of wine from the darkness, and this time he straightened his head and drank it. The way he looked before him seemed familiar to Bologo, and he remembered it after a long time , Thurley seems to look like this too.
Burlog felt it was time to change the subject, but he didn't know what to say.
The calm lasted for a long time, until at a certain moment Bologo made up his mind, he suddenly said, "I will show you an ability next, don't be nervous, and don't resist."
"Oh?"
Nethaniel was curious about what Bologo was going to do, then Bologo slowly raised his hand, and gently pressed on Nethaniel's strong chest.
The heartfelt conversation narrowed the distance between each other, and Burlogo had the courage to try a bold step.
Just like Adele told him, Burlogo should try to trust other people.
Burrog closed his eyes, looking for the feeling of confronting the Wordless, the strange throbbing from the depths of his soul.
eager.
Infinite longing, hope that almost burns and collapses itself.
Bologo opened his eyes, and the crazy and weird power crawled in his blood, gathered at the fingertips of his palm, and invaded Nethaniel's body.
Nethaniel's expression became serious, he clearly sensed the attack of this usurping force, as if a poisonous snake repeatedly bit his skin, trying to penetrate into his body.
The blue light glowed in the gap between the palm and the chest, followed by brilliant golden traces that spread out from the palm and covered Nethaniel's chest.
Nethaniel looked at the scene before him in astonishment.
Burrog gritted his teeth and persisted, the power he desired continued to magnify, like a hungry and greedy monster, trying to take the ether from Nethaniel's body, but the difference in rank between the two was too great, and Burrog could not at all Break through the threshold of Nethaniel's moment soul.
Just when Bologo was about to give up, the impenetrable wall was collapsing. Nethaniel took the initiative to release the defense of Moment Soul Criticality, and the poisonous snake got into his body, and the pure ether slowly pulled out. Come out and turn into Borrog's body.
"This is your strength?"
Nethaniel, at this moment certain of the power Burrog was wielding, became stunned.
"Do you know what this is?" Burrog stopped usurping, and asked Nethaniel. Sure enough, he knew where this power came from. "This power has always followed me. Whenever I kill demons, It will absorb certain soul fragments and turn into pure ether, but in the battle with the Wordless, I used this power actively for the first time."
Burrowgo asked a series of questions of his own, and he was eager to know the truth of it.
"What exactly is this?"
Nethaniel stared at Borrog for a long time. He didn't say a lot, and he couldn't say it. A terrifying storm swept through his mind, and he seemed to vaguely see the grand plan that had lasted for decades.
"Protection, a kind of protection from the devil."
Nethaniel worked hard to dig out the knowledge related to it in his mind.
"That devil rarely appears in historical records, his whereabouts are a mystery, and it is said that even his blood relatives don't know much about him.
Therefore, his debtor and his protection rarely appear in this world, but fortunately, the Bureau of Order has recorded him, and that was during the Scorched Earth Wrath. "
Nethaniel tried his best to suppress his surging new wave, restrain his own strong emotions, and uttered the next words with almost ruthless words.
"This is his protection, sucking soul and usurping soul."
Nethaniel grabbed Borrog's hand, nearly wringing Borrog's arm, and the sound came through his teeth.
"From him, the jealous Leviathan."
Bologo felt confused for a while. In this delicate situation, he knew the real name of the astronaut in this way, and then felt a panic about the unknown curse brought by the protection. Bologo quickly calmed down, and The Nethaniel in front of him was not like this.
Nethaniel strangled Bologo's hand, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was holding back his rage.
He remembers that day.
A day I will never forget.
In the roaring stream of ether, Nethaniel attacked the overlord Xilin, who had already exhausted the ether, with the momentum of breaking the army.
This blow should have killed Xilin, but when the attack was approaching, an irresistible pulling force was released from Xilin's body, and the ether flow built by Nethaniel began to collapse in the next second. The ether in Er's body began to escape, and instead poured into Xilin's body.
This is not the mysterious ether siphon, but a more grotesque and treacherous power.
For many years after the end of the Secret War, Nethaniel often recalled the battle with Xilin. He could not understand how Xilin did it, but he couldn't figure it out. .Obviously both of them are Glorious, Xilin can't break through his own ether mutual exclusion.
Nethaniel can only attribute this power to Xilin's weird power overlord.
until today.
Nethaniel saw this power again, even though it seemed so weak in Borrog's hands, Nethaniel would not forget the feeling of being taken from something precious.
He remembers it all.
Bolog is different from Nethaniel. He is in another kind of shock. He has experienced so many things. Bolog has seen many blessings, the law between blessings and curses.
If it is said that this is the protection given by the astronauts, if the original sin represented by the astronauts is jealousy.
So what is the curse of this power?
"Desiring too much, wanting something," muttered Borrog, "and never getting it."
The broken and elegant threads are connected together, tying everyone's fate together.
(End of this chapter)