Endless Debt.

Chapter 892 The Cornerstone of Sacrifice

Seen by many as a ruthless executioner who takes the lives of his people with ease, Burrog has a deep respect for the concept of life.

For Burlogo, who has experienced the wrath of the scorched earth, the so-called life has extremely strong toughness and perseverance, like an invincible iron man, and fine grass growing from a cliff.

"Should I lament the greatness of life?"

Bologo roared loudly and split open the living corpses that stood up again along the way. The fragments of the corpses were flying, and under the broken bones and shriveled flesh, there were countless pale maggots. They broke away from the bones and scraped in mid-air. White dust was raised, and then burned by rolling fireworks.

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

The diamond-shaped shields criss-crossed over Bologo, and the moment the venom came into contact with the metal, there was a fierce corrosion sound, and dense dents were instantly burned on the smooth metal surface.

"These alchemy creatures have adapted to this ghost place by relying on the evils of this world!" Amyu also screamed in Burrog's mind.

In this extreme environment, the alchemy creatures relied on their biological instincts to survive here. Huge flesh and blood hives swayed slightly above their heads, and Bologo guessed that they were filled with venom. It has paralyzed the evil flesh and blood in this world, making it ignore the life that exists here, maybe the poisonous bees will sacrifice flesh and blood to it on a regular basis in order to gain a living space.

As for the worms that manipulate the corpses, their existence is even simpler, relying on the only shriveled flesh and blood remaining on these corpses.

The scene in front of him made Bologo both amazed and disgusted. Life is indeed beautiful, but it is really difficult for Burlogo to accept these ghost things in front of him.

The diamond-shaped shield was shaped and changed in Bologo's hands, and it extended into a sharp spear in a few seconds. The red mercury completely covered the spearhead, smearing it like a blood-colored scar.

Ether increase, full release.

Bologo gathered his strength, like a giant cannon firing, and threw a roaring explosion that swept across the banquet hall. The iron spear pierced the air, and easily penetrated into the flesh and blood hive with a sonic boom. .

The flesh and blood trembled under the violent impact, making a strange pulsating sound, the sticky flesh and blood began to reveal orange-red light, as if breathing violently, the dense blood-colored holes were also repeatedly enlarged and contracted, and there was a trace of hotness breath.

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

The flesh and blood hive began to swell, and a huge pressure quickly accumulated. Finally, when the orange-red light was shining like fire, the huge flesh and blood hive completely exploded and exploded.

Bologo skillfully raised the diamond-shaped shield to protect his body, and the fragments of flesh and blood mixed with venom and blood water fell together as a profane rain, eroding everything he touched.

Even the standing corpses were no exception. The corrosive venom made their already broken bodies even more fragile. The worms escaped from their bones, but the corrosive blood on the ground did not allow them to escape at all. Space, the remaining living corpses stared at Bolog, they tried to get close to Bolog, but suddenly they all froze in place, unable to move.

Burrog raised his hand, maintaining a grasping movement. The swarm of poisonous bees can somewhat trouble Burrog, but these living corpses are much easier to deal with.

Mysterious power · governing decree.

In front of Bologo's powerful secret energy, all lives that do not have the critical protection of the moment soul will be subject to his arbitrary control, and the same is true for the living corpses.

Slowly clenching their fists, the bodies of the living corpses also collapsed and squeezed into a ball amidst the piercing and sharp friction sounds, and the worms hiding in them were not spared, they were crushed and crushed. shattered, and juice dripped from the cracks.

The manic banquet hall became quiet again, but the illusion of the past has completely disappeared, and what is left is a dilapidated mess.

"There shouldn't be much to explore here," Bologo looked around, and stomped a poisonous bee that hadn't died yet. "We have to find the next door."

"I hope this badge can be of some use, otherwise it will take a little bit of exploration, who knows how long it will take to find it." Amyu suggested.

The time for the two to explore was limited, and while they were wandering leisurely in Raymond Gayton, one battle after another broke out in the Abandoned Lands and the Greystone Rift.

The sects that rebel against the king and the Scarlet Sect are aggressively attacking this place.

"hope so."

As he spoke, Burlog took off the badge, and looked at it carefully again. This time, Burrog found a row of uneven marks on the back of the badge, and carefully wiped off the dust on it. From which, Burrog recognized A name came out.

"Sachin Grama."

This is the name of the owner of the badge. At this time, Burrog went to look for the dead bone again, and unexpectedly found that it was not damaged or manipulated by the worm during the series of battles just now.

The long tables and chairs have been destroyed, and Saqin's body was overturned by the air waves. At this time, its body was sitting under a column, still holding hands, only this time its hands grabbed Two broken hand bones.

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

Saqin should be the most honorable of these people. He held the last supper in the banquet hall, holding hands with other scholars, and praying the last prayer.

"They didn't starve to death."

Bulogo said in a ghostly way, as if inspired, and Burlogo went on, "I've seen real hungry people, Amy, in the trenches, we used to be hungry to catch rats, but these people are different. "

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

"Either they died somewhere else and the bodies were moved here, in this hand-holding motion, or they were sitting here together, holding hands, and dying at the same time."

Amyu followed Burrog's conjecture and said, she couldn't help but feel a little chill, "Whether the truth is the former or the latter, this looks like some kind of sacrificial ceremony."

"Saqin..."

Bologo pondered the name. As the supreme power here, Saqin dominated everything in the banquet hall. What was he going to do at that time?

Can't figure it out.

Bologo squatted down. He wanted to examine Saqin's body more carefully, but the years had finally worn away the last bit of its existence. With a crackling sound, the decayed bones collapsed and turned into a gray ground. dust.

"Ugh……"

Burrog sighed faintly, gripped the badge tightly, and pinned it back on his collar.

pat, pat...

There was a clear sound of water droplets, followed by a deep reverberation caused by some kind of giant wriggling. Bologo looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a bloody monster appear on the vault after the flesh hive burst. In the big hole, the scorched flesh looked like a hanging viscera, drooping down, and the sticky blood flowed down, turning into a slender water column.

If that's all, it's not enough to arouse Bologo's vigilance. In his perception, with the disappearance of the hive's flesh and blood, the paralyzing toxin is also burned. After many years, the huge monster finally noticed the body This small piece of clumps on it.

"Damn it!"

In the exclamation of Bologo, the rapidly proliferating flesh and blood squeezed through the gap in the vault, scrambling to get into the banquet hall.

The scarlet flesh formed huge tentacles that were several meters long. The tentacles entangled with each other and wriggled flexibly. They greedily plundered any organic matter within reach, whether it was the corpse of a poisonous bee or the rotten bones, they were all eaten by these The tentacles hold tightly, and they quickly break down the remaining nutrients in them and absorb them.

In the blink of an eye, the huge sarcoma replaced the original hive of flesh and blood. Without even thinking about it, Bologo turned around and ran. He knew the vitality of the evil in this world, and it was a waste of energy to fight with it.

"Where are you going?"

Amy asked nervously, and she found that Burlogo did not continue to search for the next door, but ran in the direction he came from.

"Since each door is a door of winding paths, then, for us who did not have permission before, it may just be randomly teleported within a certain range, just like a tourist attraction, only a small part is open to us!"

Bologo explained to Aimu while running wildly, "But now we have Saqin's badge, 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, like a scarlet wave, rolled towards Bologo. Bologo reached out and touched the badge on the neckline, and whispered, "A person of your level Humans should have their own research labs, right?"

After finishing speaking, Bologo turned sideways and slammed open the door with his shoulder, and then his figure disappeared into the darkness in a violent twist, and the door closed, blocking the way of flesh and blood.

The number of winding paths has been shuttled more, and Bologo thinks 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 go weak, and he couldn't bear it. Accompanied by a strong desire to vomit.

At this time, Aimu would skillfully take out the injection and give Burlogo an injection. Within half a minute, Burlogo would be back to his best condition.

Bologo didn't bother to complain about Amyu's increasingly proficient movements, but after confirming that the surrounding environment was safe, he stood up straight and observed his position.

The overall layout here is similar to the library that Bologo arrived at earlier, with the same pointed dome, the same crystal curtain wall that seals all directions, and stacked bookshelves. Bologo guessed that this place should also be located in Leimengai On top of one of the towers in Dunton.

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 Amy, in Bailey In the study room, she not only prepared a single bed, but also a simple dressing table.

"Being perfect all the time," Bailey explained to herself.

"Is this Saqin's research room? It looks very simple."

Aimu separated from Burlogo, and briefly commented here from a scholar's point of view.

Scholars need not only theoretical discussions, but also practical experiments. From the looks of it, this is just Saqin's research laboratory. As for the location of his laboratory, it is still uncertain.

"It is well preserved here, neither being scorched by light nor stained by the evil flesh and blood of this world."

Burrog inspected the crystal curtain wall carefully, and except for a few cracks, it was almost flawless.

"Okay, the archaeological work has begun."

Amyu walked towards the desk under the bookshelves with fiery eyes. It was very messy here, just like the desktop of every scholar, but the interesting thing is that Saqin should have had time to organize all this at that time, but he didn't In doing so, various documents and notes are placed on the desktop, covered with dust.

Bologo walked over, and on the towering board, he saw sheets of straw paper nailed up, with exquisite sketches on them, outlining ellipsoids full of patterns, and many densely packed ellipsoids beside them. Text.

In the ruins area before, Bologo couldn't recognize the information because the words were full of complicated academic terms, and some words Bologo didn't even know.

Now these words made Bologo find the feeling of powerlessness at the beginning, and this time the feeling of powerlessness was deeper, just because the words in Bologo's view were completely another language.

"Do you know this word?" Burrog asked Amy. "Isn't Raymond Guyton using another language?"

"You guessed right, but not quite right."

Ai Miao walked over, the apertures in his eyes shrank slightly, "This is a kind of encrypted text."

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

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

Burrog nodded, without making any comments, but asked, "Then do you understand?"

"Yes," Amyu said, "Early after the fall of the holy city, the members of the original Bureau of Order collected the legacy of King Solomon, and it was at that time that they began to decipher these texts."

Aimiao patted his chest confidently, "I have already learned these encrypted texts before the action started. This is not a problem for me, but the translation will take some time."

"it is good."

This is good news. If Amyu can't understand these words, then Burrog can only find a way to pack them up and take them away. There is no way. up.

If, if this operation were to go to Sezon's armory and pick out the perfect weapon, Burlogo would be perfect.

"They looked like some kind of embryos."

While Amyu translated, Burlogo examined the images and spoke his mind.

"Well," Amyu paused for a moment, and said according to the translated information, "Saqin is studying a certain kind of embryo, and these are some relevant materials."

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

After finishing speaking, Bologo went to the desk beside him to see if he could find anything else there. Bologo guessed that all of Saqin's texts were encrypted texts, right?Could this encrypted text be the common language in Raymond Guyton?

While complaining about these scholars, Bologo turned over the desk, which was already covered with a thick layer of dust, and after a few flaps, Burlogo choked and sneezed hard.

Amidst the dust, the pages of the book swayed stiffly, and one of the pages fell from the table to the ground. Burrog stooped to pick it up, and the familiar words came into his eyes.

The text on this page is not encrypted text, but universal text.

Burrogo burst into tears for a while, and finally had something he could understand.

"Dear Hill..."

The handwriting was a bit blurred, but Bologo could still recognize the writing on it at first glance, he read it in a low voice, and then froze in place.

Hill?

The name was no stranger to Borrog, and his memory was instantly dragged back to the eccentricity of the etheric world.

Yes, in that blazing storm Borrog collided with the echo of a soul in which he glimpsed his life, the life of Hill.

"No way?"

Burrog thought it was the same name, but his subconscious mind told himself that it was not a coincidence.

He didn't continue to read, but spread out the pages, tried to calm himself down, and then speculated about the various aspects of the pages.

This is what Sachin wrote?He didn't use encrypted text, just ordinary paper pages, as if torn from some notes.

The paper was laid flat on the table, and it seemed that Saqin did not hide its meaning, that is to say, this should be his message to "Hill".

It looks like Hill didn't see Sachin's message to him, but after many years, Burlogo did.

"Dear Hill."

Burlogo adjusted his mood and read the following text.

"I don't know, will you 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 cute little junior in my memory. "

Burrog took 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, no matter right or wrong, a hesitant person like me has no right to object.

So, even if I don’t accept it, I can’t understand it, but I think, I’m still willing to believe you, not your identity, your status, but yourself, the Hill in my memory.

After writing these words, I will go to the banquet hall, most of the scholars are there, and I will lead you to perform the ceremony together, and the ceremony of others is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Death is coming... It's amazing, I know that I will die completely, I also know that I will see you again, even say, say these words to you, but I still feel something different, after all at that time I'm not me anymore, even if he looks like me.

For that, the real Sachin Grama apologizes to you, 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 Goethe, and I... and 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 never thought that it was the devil's conspiracy, I was deceived by him, even if we made up for it at that time, what happened afterwards... …

Sorry, I really want to say these words to Suzie myself.

Say it to that kid. "

Burrog looked to the end of the page, where there was a line of faded text.

"May our sacrifices become the cornerstone of the future."