Chapter 844 Walking Alone

Before, Blogo would try to hide some secret information to make people around him less worried, but as time went by, Blogo's mentality was slowly changing.

Blogo could not control everything, and other people did not necessarily need Blogo's care. Out of respect, Blogo did not hide it from Amy and repeated all his previous crazy experiences.

As he told his story, he saw the halo in Amy's eyes gradually expand, until finally, she let out an incredible cry.

"Oh my God!"

Amy was startled at first, then walked around Blogo and looked at him carefully. Her attitude was as serious as getting off the car to inspect for a week when taking a driver's license test.

"Are you okay?" Amy was very concerned.

Blogo waved his hand, "I'm fine, I'm very healthy."

"As long as you die once, all your status will be refreshed." Blogo said in his heart.

Amy wanted to say something else, but she seemed incoherent at this time, as if she didn't know how to express her concern.

"I received your kindness," Blogo patted her shoulder, then gestured, "Let's go, I want to see your research results."

"Do you mean the Source Sin Armed Forces?"

Aimu has been researching too many things recently, and after a simple search, she asked.

"Well," Blogo nodded, "I plan to recruit York, the priest, and let him be responsible for the security of Graystone Town, so I want to take the opportunity to understand the Source Sin Armed Forces."

"He? Can he?" Aimu continued, "I mean, can he be responsible for Graystone Town alone?"

"I don't think there is any problem. He has a lot of prestige in Graystone Town. If a stranger enters, he can't escape his eyes, and he doesn't need to fight with others, just send back the intelligence continuously."

Blogo's attitude is very firm, and it seems that he has completely decided on this matter.

Aimu didn't refute too much. After all, she didn't understand this kind of thing very well. Since Blogo is the team leader and a professional, it's not wrong to listen to him.

"So is there any progress on the Source Sin Armed Forces?" Blogo asked again.

Amy nodded, and after hesitating for a moment, she shook her head again, which made Blogo a little confused.

"There has been some progress, but not much."

Amy continued, "You know, we have not had this source of sin weapon for a long time, and many studies are still in the early stages."

She emphasized, "This is a technical job, not as simple as chopping people."

Blogo was silent for a while, and said, "Sorry, I'm a little impatient."

"We tried to analyze the material of the chain, but the data read out was unknown... It is made of a material we have not seen yet. It can also be said that it may be the physical embodiment of the devil's power."

Amy told Blogo about the existing information.

"As for its unique ability, after careful investigation, we did not find a more obvious alchemical matrix."

"No alchemical matrix was found?"

Blogo frowned. He was not a scholar and did not understand those profound things, but Blogo still understood some basic common sense.

Ether is the source of all power, and the alchemical matrix is ​​like a converter, which consumes ether to trigger various miraculous phenomena. Even the contract object has an alchemical matrix, but this alchemical matrix is ​​made by the power of the devil and cannot be cracked by mortals.

But now Amy actually said that there seems to be no alchemical matrix on the Thorn Binding Pain Lock, even if it has all kinds of extraordinary powers, where does it come from?

"We speculate that the power of the Thorn Binding Pain Lock is another form of... protection."

"Protection?"

Bologo was in a subtle mood. He felt that this was unlikely. Protection usually acts directly on the body of the protected person. How could it be attached to the material? But Bologo then thought of Saizong's description of the sin of rage.

It was a purely violent beast with almost no communication ability. Such an existence is rare, not to mention the protected person, even the debtor.

"Yes, it is obvious that the existence form and the manifestation of power of the Sin of Rage are very different from other demons. If other demons are annoying sales companies that sell souls to people, then the Sin of Rage is like an unmanned convenience store. You can take whatever you want. As for who the customer is and what he wants to do, he doesn't care at all."

After being with Blogo for a long time, Amy is very good at using Blogo's wonderful description to give examples.

Blogo nodded gently and affirmed, "When I used the Saw Axe before, I also suspected that this power was like the manifestation of protection."

"Next, we are going to carefully study the true power of the Source Sin Armament. If we find out the essence of its power, maybe we can figure out what the protection of the Sin of Rage is, or even use it in reverse."

Amy said that dangerous idea.

"Anyway, his power is like an unmanned convenience store. The enemy can use it, and so can we."

"Well... very good."

Blogo raised his hand and gently patted Amy's shoulder, with a relieved smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" Amy thought Blogo's smile was weird.

"Nothing, I just feel that Amy has become able to stand on her own."

"Really?" Amy felt nothing, she felt that she was just working.

"Yes," Blogo agreed, "great progress."

"Hehe."

After being praised by Blogo, Amy laughed softly, and then said proudly, "Of course! It's impossible to stay where you are!"

"Yes, so I look forward to Amy's future research. When the special operations team grows stronger, you will be the chief scholar."

After becoming the team leader, Blogo read some books on administrative management. Now he can paint a big picture for his team members very skillfully.

"Okay!"

After the exchange, Amy returned to work, and Blogo found that a feeling of fatigue came to him belatedly, and his eyelids were heavy, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

Yes, during this period of time, Blogo experienced too many things, and died once... or maybe twice, Blogo was a little confused.

Although he has been resurrected now, he can clearly feel that the ether in his body is not full.

Usually after Blogo dies, he will wake up in a border sanatorium. The doctors there are very clear about Blogo's condition and will inject him with Mangyin's soul and increase the ether concentration in the surrounding environment to speed up Blogo's recovery.

There is obviously no such treatment in the Undead Club. Blogo's current ether stock is completely absorbed by the alchemical matrix after it runs on its own during this period.

Blogo did not stay in the Order Bureau for long. He quickly returned home, opened the drawer, took out several injections, and injected them into his body one by one.

As Mangyin's soul merged into the blood and evaporated into pure ether and poured into the alchemical matrix, Blogo couldn't help but let out a long breath and felt his body become light.

Blogo and Palmer are both debtors. In order to deal with the mania caused by the lack of soul, the Order Bureau will regularly distribute Mangyin's soul and many alchemical potions to relieve symptoms to them.

Because of the existence of soul fragments, Blogo can resist mania as long as he continues to kill, so he rarely uses the supplies issued by the Order Bureau, and they have accumulated a lot in the cabinet.

Blogo himself thinks it's nothing, but if other people see Blogo's accumulation, their eyes will definitely light up. With Blogo's thriftiness, his inventory is almost comparable to the strategic materials stored in a stronghold.

Palmer didn't know this. He respected Blogo's privacy and never rummaged through his cabinet.

After injecting the potion, Blogo changed and lay back on his bed. Returning to a familiar environment always made him feel unexpectedly at ease.

Even a wolf has its own den.

He fell into a deep sleep until the noise woke him up.

"Why are you here again? Don't you work?"

"My job is pretty easy, and I'm off work now, isn't it?"

"But... but I'm off work, you come to see me..."

"Is it okay for me to visit my fiancé?"

"Wait a minute, Wosilin, wait a minute..."

The two people's voices lowered, followed by a burst of noise. It sounded like the two were punching and kicking, but Palmer was obviously no match for Wosilin. Bologo guessed that Palmer's throat should have been locked.

Bologo sat up from the bed. The two people obviously didn't realize that he was also in the house. He was thinking whether to continue playing dead or cough a few times to remind them.

Palmer should be eager for his rescue.

In the living room, there was a deviation from Bologo's guess. Palmer was not locked by the throat, but he looked much more embarrassed than the one who was locked by the throat.

At this time, Palmer was lying on the sofa with his hands behind his back, and Wosilin knelt on him, making Palmer unable to move.

Since Woxilin came, this guy seemed to have separation anxiety. He came to Palmer almost every day and made a move on Palmer every time.

Fortunately, Palmer was used to this, like some kind of domestication, some kind of desensitization training.

Bolog pushed open the door and coughed lightly. Woxilin, who was about to take the next step, turned her head cautiously. When she saw Bolog for the first time, Bolog could clearly see a look of resentment in Woxilin's eyes.

Indeed, Bolog ruined her good thing.

The next second, Woxilin's eyes became clear. She let go of Palmer with a smile on her face, and greeted Bolog as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Palmer rolled and crawled over, grabbed Bolog, and said with bloodshot eyes, "You saw it, you saw it! She is really good at acting!"

Palmer muttered in Bolog's ear as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Blogo's eyes wandered between Palmer and Wolsilin for a while, and then he said seriously, "What are you talking about? What happened just now?"

Palmer was stunned for a moment, while Wolsilin's face was full of smiles.

"Blogo!"

Palmer screamed and shook Blogo's shoulders vigorously, "You are my partner, you can't lie with your eyes open!"

Blogo turned his head away silently. Listening to Palmer's shrill cry, he felt inexplicably comfortable, as if his partner's dilemma could also make him feel more relaxed.

After fighting with the Glory, Blogo felt that he needed to relieve stress.

"What nonsense are you talking about? On the contrary, you, Palmer, your fiancée is here, can't you show more enthusiasm?"

Blogo pushed Palmer away, he stumbled and fell into Wolsilin's arms.

It took Palmer a few seconds to recognize the reality.

The betrayal from a partner is always heartbreaking. He sat there in a daze.

Woxilin looked at Blogo with a much friendlier look. She thought Blogo was going to hinder her. At this time, Blogo said again, "Woxilin, you should work here for a long time."

"Well, what's the matter?"

Woxilin has determined that she will probably stay in the Order Bureau for the next few years.

Blogo hinted, "I mean, there will be a long time later."

Woxilin is a smart person. She quickly understood what Blogo meant.

Palmer was dazed for a while, and immediately left Woxilin and sat near Blogo. Although his partner had just stabbed him in the back, at least he would not touch him.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Palmer changed the subject, "I didn't come back for a day."

Blogo sighed. He had repeated the encounter with the Regent with too many people today, and he didn't want to talk about it again.

"Nothing."

Berogo shook his head. He guessed that when Palmer went to the Order Bureau tomorrow, someone would tell him all this.

"Huh..."

Palmer took a long breath. With Berogo as an outsider, Wolsilin could still remain normal. In other words, he had to be with Berogo to avoid being alone with Wolsilin.

After racking his brains, Palmer knew what to talk about next.

"Berogo, when you were promoted to the Negative Power, was the ceremony smooth?"

Berogo recalled his exploration of the Ether Realm, nodded decisively, and said.

"It was smooth, after all, I am an immortal."

Palmer was silent for a while, slapped his thigh angrily, "I shouldn't have asked you!"

"What's wrong?" Berogo didn't expect Palmer to be curious about this kind of thing.

"I... I'm going to prepare for the promotion ceremony."

Palmer told Berogo what he had been busy with during this period.

"The Clex family provided me with resources. I will be promoted to a person with negative power in the next period of time."

Berogo nodded, "Congratulations."

"What are you congratulating me for!"

Palmer seemed particularly anxious, "I am a debtor and an unlucky person. Maybe I can't get down from the ceremony platform."

"Relax, at least since I met you, you have been mostly lucky." Berogo comforted.

Palmer collapsed on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said again.

"Then you will have to act alone during my next preparation time."

Berogo nodded. He had long been accustomed to acting alone.

I was moving things yesterday and my finger was hit. Now it is red and swollen. It hurts so much when I type. Misfortunes never come alone!!!