When Burlogo saw Palmer again, it was already a few days later.

Boluogo lay on the sofa exhausted. During the day, he was training in the combat room, practicing etheric skills and enhancing his affinity for ether. At night, he sat in the living room like this, looking at the darkening sky outside the window.

Listen to the noise of the city.

In the lonely silence, Boluogo felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. He thought of his conversation with Sere. Sere loved the Undead Club, even if it might have been created by a devil, he was willing to do so.

In the long life of the undead, the Undead Club took him in like a safe haven. Sere thought he would not understand his thoughts, but Bologo could understand... Oath City Opos, Bureau of Order, Action

Group, this house, they are not a place of shelter for Boluogo?

"ha……"

Bologg took a long breath. The fatigue caused by training made him feel a little sleepy. After he changed his position on the sofa and lay down, a slightly cool touch crawled along Bologg's wrist.

A small silver-white snake emerged from Boluogo's cuffs. As its body twisted, its tiny scales also closed and opened. Its eyes shone with light. When it opened its mouth, the slender letter swayed.

The Silver Snake is so smart and lively that if they didn't know it in advance, many people would mistake it for a real snake. But in fact, it is just a cold, deathly creature shaped by the snake scale liquid under the precise control of Boluogo.

It's just a thing, man

From the expression and movements of the silver snake, we can see the precision of Bologo's control over the ether. The silver snake began to split into two and then into four while swimming. A dense group of snakes entangled around Bologo's body.

body, but then they quickly gathered together and turned back into the only silver snake, then got into Boluogo's sleeve and disappeared.

The Snake Scale Liquid, an alchemical weapon created by Aimu, has accompanied Boluogo in many battles due to its special properties. However, with the growth of Boluogo, the strength of the Snake Scale Liquid is now somewhat unable to keep up with Bo Luogo's.

Logo.

Bologo, who is in the power-bearing position, has broken many shackles. His control no longer requires direct contact with matter, and there is no restriction of solid-liquid state. This directly replaces the important property of solid-liquid conversion of snake scale liquid.

.

In terms of offensiveness, although the Snake Scale Liquid can continuously proliferate red mercury and perform terrifying detonations, its offensiveness is obviously not enough when facing high-level enemies. Not to mention, in terms of offensiveness,

A sharp bite has replaced it.

Treating Snake Scale Liquid as armor, it seems too fragile. The armor created can hardly block attacks from enemies of the same level or even higher levels.

The current Snake Scale Liquid, in Bolog's opinion, is more like a steel maker. As long as it is there, he can control the steel at any time and launch an offensive against the enemy.

From the original offensive weapon to an auxiliary weapon, at least with the Snake Scale Liquid, Boluogo never worried that he would be in a situation without a control object.

Just when Boluogo was worried about how to further arm himself, there were sounds outside the door, followed by the metallic sound of a key being inserted into the lock cylinder, the door handle was turned, and Palmer opened the door and walked in.

The two looked at each other in the dim light. Even though the light was dim, Bologna could still see Palmer's sense of decadence and exhaustion. He walked over and sat down at the other end of the sofa. Bologna could smell it.

The smell of shampoo made Palmer treat the practice room as a gym, take a shower and go home after a hard day's training.

In the calm, Burlogo suddenly didn't know what to say. Usually it was Palmer who was the one who enlivened the atmosphere.

"Morrison."

Palmer suddenly spoke and said an unfamiliar name, "Morrison Butz."

Boluogo's eyes sharpened, "Continue."

"His rank is Power Bearer. He was once a member of the King's Secret Sword. During an operation, he defected to the side of the King's Shield Guard. As for the specific secret ability, we don't know yet."

From the last image of the Eye of Description, Crow's Nest compared them one by one based on the information stolen from the King's Secret Sword, and finally got this result.

"I remember the name," said Burlogo.

"When I left, I heard from Jeffrey that the Order Bureau had already started taking action. The Great Rift will be completely sealed before midnight, and starting tomorrow, we will evacuate the residents around the Great Rift on the grounds of toxic waste leakage.

"

Palmer continued, "I guess the location for subsequent negotiations will be set up in the Great Rift."

All evils gather together, and chaos begins.

Boluogo whispered, "This place was chosen, and it doesn't look like we are going to have a good negotiation."

"I don't know what's going on in the decision-making room. Maybe I'm just too stupid to see the long term," Palmer said.

Burlogo took a look at Palmer. He said he was stupid, but there was no sense of stupidity in his eyes. Instead, he was full of murderous intent. Palmer was like a hungry shark. Now he finally smelled the blood of his enemy.

"What do you want to do next?" Bologo asked.

"It depends on the situation. If I can meet that Morrison, I will find a way to kill him. If I don't meet him, I will have plenty of time to hunt him down in the future."

"He is the one with the power."

The gap in rank is not something that can be smoothed away by a few harsh words from Palmer.

Palmer was silent for a moment and looked at Bologg. A familiar smile finally appeared on his rigid face. He joked, "You won't let me go alone."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment and smiled helplessly.

It seems that although Palmer has not returned to his familiar appearance, he has regained his sanity to some extent and has not become paranoid or crazy. Seeing that his partner is getting better, Bologger is relieved.

"Church is also my friend, and this is also my enemy. Naturally, I won't let you go alone," Boluogo continued, "But I will leave the final judgment to you. Is that enough?"

"That's enough." Palmer nodded, extremely satisfied with this.

"So have you calmed down?" Bologg asked.

"I don't know," Palmer said in a complicated tone. "My mood is indeed much calmer than before, but as soon as I close my eyes, I feel unstoppable anger again."

Church's face came to Palmer's mind again, "I always thought he was lying to me."

"But he didn't lie to you, he really faced you with his true colors."

"Yeah...it's surprising and exciting."

Palmer whispered, "I have always doubted whether this guy Church has ever really regarded me as a friend. After all, he is full of lies."

"He even deceived Afia, but he didn't deceive me..."

Palmer clenched his fists, looked up at Boluogo, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Boluogo didn't understand.

"For a while, I always thought you were a lunatic. You did so many atrocities for Adele's revenge. Sometimes I can't stand it anymore...I understand you now, Boluogo."

Palmer murmured, "Is this empathy?"

Bologg had no reaction to this. As for Adele, with the passage of blood and death, and the passage of time, Bologg was able to face it calmly.

Picking up the disc from the cabinet, Boluogo turned on the TV. In the darkness, the light illuminated each other's faces.

"What is this?" Palmer asked.

"The sequel to "Fork Killer" just came out the day before yesterday, but you weren't at home. I think it might be a bit selfish to enjoy this thing alone."

Watching a movie alone is a pleasure, but it can also be a bit boring.

Palmer thought for a while, then he got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing two cups, a large bottle of orange juice, and a few bags of potato chips.

Boluogo put his feet on the coffee table, took the cup handed by Palmer, and took a sip of orange juice. At this time, on the TV, a guy mysteriously walked into the alley, picked up a fork, and stabbed it in

Blew someone's eyeballs.

…

While Borogo and Palmer were enjoying the movie, there was a storm in the Great Rift, and countless figures were walking through the sea of ​​fog. They looked at the weird and twisted buildings below, with expressions of disgust on their faces, but they did not rush.

Instead of attacking, an invisible line of defense was established at the outermost edge of the Great Rift.

No matter how large the Bureau of Order is, there are only a few condensers in the end. These people alone cannot support the operation of this huge machine. For this reason, the Logistics Department led by ordinary people was born. They are not only responsible for the vast majority of

Some logistical matters will also assist the Sublime Hunters in their operations when necessary.

For example, when several action groups surrounded the Great Rift, soldiers from the Field Support Department were also dispatched. Armored vehicles were placed across the intersection, cordons were set up, and the muzzles of ammunition-filled guns were lowered to the ground, blocking the intersections around the Great Rift.

An emergency notice has been broadcast to residents throughout the city through Opos Radio. Due to a company's illegal operations, fatal industrial waste leaked, and the city hall is urgently dealing with it.

Through this method of deception, the Logistics Department cleared obstacles for the Field Support Department's actions and created a battlefield for them to fight.

Yas, who was fully armed, walked between the soldiers. He could feel the eyes of other soldiers, envy, awe, fear... Man

Soldiers have participated in many battles with the Sublime Ones, and they know very well how powerful the Sublime Ones are. Many soldiers even regard them as the incarnation of some kind of divine power.

Yas never felt that he was the incarnation of divine power, he was also part of a mortal.

After all, the Sublime Ones are just like the elite of mortal military forces. They may seem powerful, but the real cornerstone is still a huge number of mortals.

It's just that as the ether concentration rises, the alchemical matrix becomes more advanced and powerful, and the balance between the condenser and the mortal is irrevocably tilted to one side.

Yas usually doesn't think about such far-off things. He gently pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist. He walked to the edge of the cliff and cast his gaze towards the sea of ​​fog below.

"All evils gather together..."

Yas's voice was very low, blending into the surrounding wind.

Another figure came over. He stood beside Yas and sighed, "To be honest, I really feel like the Secret War is reenacting."

"In order to gain an advantage in the battle within the Great Rift, we made a promise to the devil. However, in just a few years, he turned this place into a highly toxic abscess."

The man continued, "I'm very curious about the decision-making room's next action: whether to negotiate with the King's Secret Sword, or to cut off this cancer under the guise of negotiation."

"Long time no see, Lynch."

The fog cleared from the person who came, and Yas saw the other person's appearance clearly and said hello.
To be continued...