Chapter 845: Ruins Area

The appearance of the Regent aroused the high vigilance of the Order Bureau, and the whole city immediately entered a high alert. However, after a strict investigation for several days, the Order Bureau did not find any abnormalities, not only the Regent's figure, but also Olivia's trace.

They seemed to have never existed, evaporating on the spot without leaving the slightest trace. If it weren't for Blogo's personal experience that night, some people even thought that this alert was a false alarm.

"The Regent may leave the City of Oath Opus, but Olivia will never."

After learning about the follow-up situation, Blogo explained very firmly.

"When Olivia took the risk to hide here, it means that other places are no longer safe. Only here will the Regent be concerned."

"She will never leave here... The Regent is the same. He may not be in the city, but he will definitely wander around the edge of the city.

The Regent has blocked Olivia in this city."

After explaining this, Blogo took a deep breath. He knew very well how huge the City of Oath Opus was, like a bloated beast.

As long as Olivia wanted to hide, no one would be able to find her for a while.

At this time, Blogo had to be thankful that the Wandering Fork Road had been destroyed, otherwise Olivia would hide in the thick fog and there would be no way to catch her.

In fact, Blogo also knew how to break the situation. It was very simple, let Serre come.

Blood binds every member of the Night Clan. With Serre's pure blood, which is second only to the Night King, it is easy to find Olivia's location through blood.

But he refused to face all this.

If Blogo's guess is correct, in the long years in the past, Serre had countless opportunities to see his daughter, but he gave up all of them and would rather be a drunkard in the Undead Club.

Blogo was even more curious about what happened during the Dawn War.

Gather your thoughts and focus on the present.

Blogo was sitting on a bench in the corridor, waiting for Mamo's notice.

After several days of waiting, the sublimation furnace core was ready, allowing Blogo to start exploring the ruins area and find a way to the interior of the Holy City from this series of chaotic virtual domains.

"Acting alone... Speaking of which, even if I want to bring people with me for this job, I can't do it, right?" Blogo complained in a low voice.

Thinking of this, Blogo opened the thick stack of documents in his hand.

Before this, the Order Bureau had organized several exploration operations against the ruins area, but each operation ended in failure. As time went by, the ruins area was like an out-of-control chaotic system, which would only become more deadly. Over time, the Order Bureau completely closed the ruins area and stopped any operations.

The document in Blogo's hand detailed the experience of the expedition team in the ruins area in the previous operations.

From the document, it can be seen that some areas in the ruins area have completely lost the laws of reality. First, there is a distortion in space and a dislocation in time. In addition, all kinds of strange ether materialization phenomena are also filled in it, but the most deadly are the inmates who escaped from the prison due to the chaos in the ruins area.

Now the ruins area is like a chaotic duel without any rules. Even the Order Bureau is not clear about what state it is in now and what kind of threats it hides.

"Will Belfinger know something?"

Blogo suddenly had such an idea. As a parasite crawling on the reclamation room, Belfinger tried to monitor everyone like a voyeur.

No... he can't do it.

Belphegor's power is limited to the House of the Rising Sun. The Order Bureau will definitely prevent Belphegor from knowing such important information.

Blogo closed the file. He had made enough mental preparations. The next step was to wait for the action to begin.

Palmer was making various preparations for the advancement of the Negative Power, so this action would be carried out by Blogo alone.

If everything goes well, Blogo may be able to catch up with Palmer's promotion ceremony, but if something unexpected happens, Blogo may temporarily stay in the ruins area... The time scale will vary from several months to several years.

Footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Mamo walked quickly towards Blogo with a cane. Now the old guy looks in good condition. Although he is old, his eyes are still shining.

"Let's go! Blogo."

Mamo looked inexplicably excited. At his age, there are few things that can make him look like this.

Blogo stood up and followed Mamo, who then asked, "Do you understand the purpose of this trip?"

"Find a safe way to the Holy City in the ruins."

The Reclamation Room originated from the Holy City, and the virtual domains of the two are interconnected to a certain extent. This safe passage was once well protected by the Order Bureau, until the secret invasion, when the power of Overlord Xilin distorted the virtual domain, and some areas fell into madness, and this safe passage also disappeared in the storm.

Mamo said, "Yes, this is the main goal."

"Main goal, are there any secondary goals?" Blogo couldn't help asking.

"Well... I guess so, some private commissions."

Mamo continued to explain, "You also know that many departments of the Order Bureau today were rebuilt after the secret war, such as the sublimation furnace core."

Berogo nodded. He knew all this. When he first met Bailey, she tried to get him to explore the ruins and go to the former sublimation core department to recover something.

"The evacuation was very urgent at the time. There were many things that we didn't have time to bring back."

"Do you want me to bring those things back along the way?" Berogo asked.

"I guess so. After all, it's been so long, no one knows if they are damaged. Just do it casually. I don't force it."

Mamo said and handed a list to Berogo, which had a general description of the target and where it might appear.

Berogo glanced at it briefly and stuffed the list into his arms.

As the two of them moved forward, Mamo snapped his fingers, and the next moment the surrounding buildings began to disintegrate, revealing a turbid blackness.

As the first minister and the glory of the sublimation furnace core, Mamo also has the ability to move freely in the reclamation room. The darkness enveloped the two of them, and the space shifted. When the faint light once again reflected in Blogo's eyes, he had already left the reclamation room and arrived at another dark and mysterious place.

Blogo looked around, he remembered this.

The surroundings were filled with cold silence, and this feeling seemed to have a physical body, squeezing Blogo's body, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came from all over his body.

Mamo coughed lightly, breaking the silence like an iron pickaxe, and Blogo also got out of this silent wrapping.

Blogo breathed deeply, and for the first time he felt that his breathing was so loud, surging in his throat like a whistling wind.

Looking around again, in the dimness, countless doors were suspended in it, and the light was weak, barely illuminating the outline of the door. They seemed endless, forming an intricate maze that seemed to have no end.

Each door exists independently, each showing amazing styles and materials. Some doors are made of ancient oak, with complex patterns carved on the facade, and each texture shows the traces of time. Some doors are shrouded in gorgeous metal textures, shining with silver and gold, as if emitting mysterious power.

Some doors are made of stone, rough and cold, while others are made of curtains, with tassels fluttering, giving people a soft and romantic feeling.

Bologo looked along the end, and these doors piled up like a mountain, extending to the end of the vision. There seemed to be no end or beginning, only endless doors standing in front of him.

They stood silently, and each door led to an unknown area.

Transfer station.

When Bologo first came to the Order Bureau, he arrived from here, and this was also the buffer zone set up by the Order Bureau outside the reclamation room to prevent the Xilin invasion from happening again.

Bologo thought this was reasonable. The chaos in the ruins area would spread to the outside area, and the existence of the transfer station separated it from the safe reclamation room.

Mamo waved to Bologo, and the two walked quickly in the dimness. Bologo saw the dark high wall close at hand, and under the high wall was a heavy gate with reliefs of chains and swords on it.

This time, Bologo was not going to this gate, but the gate under the high wall, at the other end of the darkness.

As the distance shortened, the gate hidden in the darkness gradually became clear.

The iron gate stood in the darkness.

The surface of the iron gate was covered with various warning signs, which used different languages ​​and symbols. Some signs showed red danger patterns, warning of potential dangers or prohibition of entry. Some signs used yellow symbols to express attention and warning, reminding people to act prudently.

These signs were pasted on the iron gate in different sizes and shapes, covering almost the entire surface. They depicted various warning messages, from electric shock hazards, radiation warnings to toxic gas leaks and high-voltage areas. The language and symbols used by some signs made people feel strange and mysterious, as if they came from another world.

The seams of the iron door were welded, forming a silver-white scar. These welding marks outlined the outline of the door, making the entire iron door look more indestructible.

Blogo did not approach the door rashly. In the dim space, the majesty and warning brought by the iron door became the focus of the entire scene, showing the insurmountable power and mystery. Blogo could not help but have infinite reverie and curiosity about the secrets hidden inside.

"Forbidden door."

Mamo's voice sounded from beside him, and he continued, "We usually use this name to refer to this door."

"Is the ruins area behind the door?" Blogo asked.

Mamo nodded, then looked at the door in front of him, the glow of ether burning in his eyes.

The warning signs on the surface of the iron door were arranged in a mess. When Mamo's ether came into contact with it, it began to show a weird sense of distortion, forming a crazy chaotic picture.

The red pattern flickered in the dark, like ripples of blood surging on the iron door.

The patterns depicted by the signs are unpredictable, from distorted human figures to strange creatures, all of which bring people an immense sense of fear. Some of the signs' symbols are twisted and stretched, as if they have undergone a frenzy of deformation, showing an incomprehensible absurdity and madness.

The silver-white welding scar on the iron door also began to heat up and burn red, and the next moment it was completely melted, and the hot iron fell off, revealing a tiny gap between the door slits. At the same time, this unshakable door also had a gap that could be conquered.

A deep voice echoed in the dark space, and Boluogo heard someone talking.

"Confirm permissions."

"Access allowed."

In the lingering sound of rumbling, the heavy door creaked open, and for a moment it seemed as if real evil had been released. Chaotic darkness emerged from behind the door, and the thick darkness shrouded everything, like a layer of oppressive and disgusting shadow, permeating the air. in the air.

From the gap in the open door, a faint light shines through, depicting a blurry and distorted scene. The ups and downs and flickers of the light are like the cheers and crazy howls of a madman, conveying a shocking impact. .

There was a chaotic sound in the darkness, like torn clothes, hoarse shouts and the collision of smashed objects.

The chaotic noise made Boluogo feel dizzy and restless. In his suppressed breathing, it seemed that there was a group of crazy creatures hidden in the darkness. Their twisted bodies were dancing like demons, and their terrifying and crazy faces flashed in the darkness. It seems to be mocking human normality and reason.

"Are you sure this is a ruins?" Boluogo asked doubtfully, "and not some demon-slaying battlefield?"

"As I said, many contained objects have escaped, and the entire space is evolving towards chaos... Who knows what is happening inside?"

Mamo looked indifferent, it was not him who was going to explore anyway.

"This shouldn't be a problem for you," Mamo praised. "Whether it's a wall or a monster, you can always tear them apart."

Boluogo sighed, no wonder this action suited him so well.

The chaotic sonata in the darkness is full of disorder and madness. It is so chaotic and turbulent that fear and uneasiness are intertwined in people's hearts and spread in the darkness. This crazy darkness fills people with tension and fear, and seems to drag people into the abyss of endless madness at every moment.

Most people who are not firm in their hearts will collapse the moment they face the darkness. Only those who are overly stubborn like Boluogo will not only not be affected, but will angrily slash with their swords.

"bring it on."

Mamo smiled and stepped into the darkness first, and his figure disappeared, followed closely by Boluogo.

As if the forbidden door was full, the gate was reset and blocked, and the transfer station became dead silent again. In the absolute silence, a thin and ghostly figure walked between the doors, with a bunch of keys hanging on his waist. For a while, metal collided with each other, but no sound was made.

My fingers are swollen and painful. I have to take a break after typing for a while. The updates will probably be very late these days.