"You are really crazy."

Jeffrey sighed, glanced at the blood dripping down the stairs, and then looked at the broken helmet. Thinking of what the helmet represented, he only felt a cold wind blowing on his neck.

"Logically speaking, when you are in a desperate situation, shouldn't you be looking for a chance to survive? You actually thought about cutting it down... you really cut it down!"

Jeffrey was a little incoherent. He understood that Lebius was definitely letting go. After all, Lebius had already reached the third stage, holding a golden scepter and wearing a bright red robe, becoming the "power-bearing person".

bishop".

But...but even so, the results caused by Boluogo were too shocking.

"If you kill it, won't you be able to escape from the desperate situation?" Boluogo replied with his thinking, "I will not die, I am an immortal, Lazarus who has been resurrected from the dead!"

Boluogo smiled, but this smile, combined with the injuries all over his body, really didn't make people happy. Instead, he felt a cold and strange feeling.

The fatal injuries caused by the "Blade-Bite Wolf" had been healed when he "resurrected from the dead", but there were still many small wounds on Boluogo's body, which were still healing slowly.

"How long will it take you to recover?" Jeffrey asked.

"How many hours? I don't know. I 'died' once inside."

Boluogo raised his hand, crossed his throat with his fingers, and whispered, "Slit my throat and almost decapitated me. It feels really bad."

"That sounds terrible. Unfortunately, I'm not immortal. It's hard for me to understand your troubles."

Jeffrey was amazed again and again. He knew the truth about Boluogo's "gift", but every time he observed Boluogo's resurrection, he still found it unbelievable.

The blood flowed backwards, the wounds healed, and even the broken bones were being reset one by one. The shallow scars could still be seen on the body, but soon those scars disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only stains.

Bloody skin.

How much did that devil love Boluogo, and actually rewarded him with such power?

"I need to take a break...did you pass the test?"

Boluogo pushed Jeffrey away, and he slowly leaned back and tried to lie down on his back. Jeffrey squatted next to Boluogo and said to him.

"Passed, exceeded the quota, and not only that, you also beat up Lebius!" Jeffrey recalled the character represented by this name, and he continued, "I have always hated this guy."

"Who is that?"

"Your future 'boss'," Jeffrey smiled, "how did it feel to beat up your future boss during the interview?"

Boluogo's expression froze slightly. He never expected that it would be his future boss who would personally assess him. He shook his head and asked.

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Jeffrey thought for a moment, how to explain to Boluogo.

"Our organization is divided into many departments, such as field service, logistics, and personnel."

"I guess you are from the human resources department, right? You are responsible for selecting unlucky debtors from the black jail." Bologo asked.

"Almost, but not quite."

Jeffrey gave Bologobi a thumbs up and praised, "You are so good, they must give you a lot of commission."

Boluogo didn't have the energy to talk nonsense to Jeffrey. He raised his head and looked into the dark night.

The sky in Opos is always gloomy and hazy, with no sunlight or stars. The night is pure darkness, and even the moonlight is rarely seen.

He coughed several times in pain, his chest heaved violently, and the delayed pain hit his nerves.

Bologo is immortal, but the "gift" does not come without a price, and immortality also comes with a burden.

As early as in the dark prison, "those people" had conducted precise tests in order to better contain themselves.

The specific content of the test... Boluogo didn't want to recall it, but thanks to that bad test, Boluogo had a clear understanding of his immortality.

His method of immortality is somewhat complicated. Under normal conditions, it is like going back in time, with the passing blood flowing back into the body and the broken bones resetting.

In special circumstances, such as if an arm is broken and the severed limb is locked in an iron box, the limb will not break open the iron box and return to the body. Instead, a new arm will regenerate from the wound, and the original

The severed limbs will completely dissipate into gray powder, like dust, in a short time.

For another example, if the body is broken into countless pieces of flesh, then the piece with the largest mass will be used as the starting point for multiplication and resurrection.

Because of this complex immortality mechanism, it is difficult for "those people" to summarize and classify their own immortality, but what can be understood is that Bologo's immortality is carried out in a way that consumes minimal energy.

Every time he is resurrected from the dead, Bologo will feel tired, and every time he dies in a short period of time, the time it takes for him to be resurrected will become longer, and his fatigue will increase.

Judging from the current tests, after five or six deaths, Bologo will fall into a coma due to exhaustion. According to the calculations of "those people", if Bologo can be killed continuously in a short period of time, then

It is expected that more than a hundred deaths will extend the time for Boluogo's resurrection to days or months.

Therefore, Boluogo's immortality currently seems to have a certain limit. Once too many people die in a short period of time, he will be incapacitated.

What a terrible memory.

Fortunately, this time there is the help of "soul fragments". These fragments are like a panacea. They can also have an effect in "Resurrection from the Dead". The more fragments, the less Burlog's burden will be, and the healing will be easier.

The faster it will be.

Sometimes he thought that if there were enough demons, Boluogo might become a "perpetual motion machine". As long as he could continue to kill demons, he could quickly "resurrect from the dead" again and again.

"Come on, can you tell me now who you are?"

Boluogo tilted his head and looked at Jeffrey.

"Office for Order and Security of the Rhine League."

Jeffrey calmly uttered this unfamiliar word, which was obviously the final moment when the mystery was revealed, but the reactions of both of them were quite calm, as if the story was progressing smoothly and without any surprises.

He stretched out his hand and shook Boluogo's bloody hand.

"Referred to as the 'Order Bureau', as the name suggests, it is affiliated with the Rhine League and is an organization that maintains extraordinary order and human security."

"Order Bureau..."

Boluogo muttered in a low voice and sat up slowly. After a short rest, he felt a lot better, but he was just a little tired and wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.

"According to Lebius's request, you will be assigned to his action team. However, his action team has only been approved recently. The activity room and staff dormitories have not been determined yet...

By the way, tell me your measurements so I can let them design a uniform for you. You will need to fill out the relevant benefits form later. I don’t know about salary yet. The salary levels of each department are different..."

Jeffrey was like a nagging old woman, nagging endlessly in Boluogo's ears. In terms of "personnel affairs", he was indeed quite professional, just like a nanny, always taking care of himself.

It's a pity that Boluogo didn't listen to a word of his words. He just sat there blankly and looked at the sky.

People were coming and going around. The reason for their successful employment. These people did not hide themselves from anything. A group of men in black walked out of the night and cleaned the bloody building. Piles of corpses were transported out, and

Several people stood nearby like guards, but they did not wear firearms.

So what do they use to fight?

The complicated lines and the words that Jeffrey once made a mistake came to mind.

Alchemical Matrix.

Then Bologg saw Yas, who was directing the scene. He seemed to have noticed Bologg's gaze, and he glanced at it unkindly.

"That's Yas, Yas Cyril, don't be angry, that's what he is," Jeffrey noticed the eye contact and explained to Bologo, "He doesn't hate you, he just hates you and the devil.

related."

"He has always been against hiring debtors... Fortunately, he doesn't mean what he says." Jeffrey joked.

Boluogo didn't care about Yas and just murmured to himself.

"become free."

Bologo was free, even if it was temporarily free.

After a long period of imprisonment, Boluogo finally returned to the world. There was no longer a "dark prison" hanging above his head, and he had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to do.

Thinking of this, Boluogo showed a morbidly satisfied smile.

"Anyway..."

Jeffrey pulled up Boluogo and spoke to Boluogo in an extremely formal manner.
Chapter completed!