Chapter 852 Forge Volcano

After struggling for less than a minute, Bolog made a very rational decision.

He chose to sneak into the sublimation core area first and follow the route given by Mamo to find the secret laboratory.

This was not only to satisfy Bolog's selfish desires, but also for the operation of finding the road to the Holy City. You know, the situation in the ruins area has completely changed. The information given by the Order Bureau is completely useless. Who knows where the containment area is, and who knows what the containment area will look like.

There are monsters with distorted cognition and disguised as staff everywhere. They also have internal security departments. If nothing unexpected happens, Bolog's next main opponent will be them.

The ruins are full of hostile ether, which further restricts Bolog's power and refuses his call.

Bolog rarely falls into such a passive situation.

After checking his own equipment, Bolog injected himself with a shot of Mang Yin Soul to replenish the ether consumed in the battle just now. After some rectification, he became full of his prime again.

After opening the security door, the familiar industrial style came into view. Blogo was still hiding in the shadows, moving along the narrow gap between the large equipment.

Soon Blogo met a group of staff members who stood in front of the control panel, fiddling with the broken joysticks and buttons, and writing a series of random numbers on the graffiti-filled notebooks.

These guys are really dedicated. Due to the chaos in the ruins area, most of the equipment that needs maintenance has been shut down for many years, but they still pretend to be operating normally.

Blogo began to wonder what the so-called decision-making room in their previous conversation was.

Is it an ordinary word in role-playing games? Or did they even replicate a decision-making room in this chaotic area?

"Area No. 3, a corridor with a sublimation furnace core logo..."

Blogo recalled the tips on the list and looked around.

The space of each department was distorted and merged, and the map that Blogo carried was completely useless, but the good news is that the various digital logos are still engraved on the steel. As long as Blogo walks slowly, he can always find the target in this chaotic maze.

"It's really weird..."

Berogo looked up. Above him was a towering dome, but at this time, the middle of the dome was inserted into another flat floor, which was full of crooked desks, piled up documents and electronic equipment, and whiteboards filled with dense data and charts.

The office of a certain scholar overlapped with the dome, which looked extremely abrupt, adding an inexplicable sense of absurdity to this ruins area.

Berogo returned his attention to the present, and after walking a few steps, he passed by another locker. These lockers should not be here. Next to the lockers, there were neatly arranged protective clothing.

This should be the locker room where scholars wear protective clothing, but it was also moved here due to space distortion.

A slightly dangerous idea rose from Berogo's mind.

A few minutes later, Berogo walked out of this "open-air" locker room. His steps were a little shaky, and every move was bloated, and his breathing became dull. Berogo realized that this was the first time he wore protective clothing.

Discover the law, understand the law, and use the law.

This is a sentence that Blogo had seen in Amy's office. She wrote this sentence on a sticky note and posted it on the whiteboard where she was drawing.

Blogo liked this sentence very much. The ideas of scholars overlapped with Blogo's own ideas.

"How do these staff members judge intruders?"

Blogo remained vigilant and walked out of the shadows. He was thinking whether there was some special way of communication between the staff members? Or like humans, they judged by appearance to a certain extent?

Practice.

Many staff members wearing protective clothing appeared in front of them. Just like what Blogo had seen before, they carried a pile of heavy sundries and regarded these sundries as some kind of precious alchemical materials.

Blogo was getting closer and closer to them, and his heart was hanging. According to the timing of the watch, in a few minutes, the so-called internal security department would be dispatched. Blogo didn't want to fight with these boring undead.

"Hey, you!"

A staff member noticed Blogo's approach and shouted loudly with a familiar hoarseness in his voice.

Blogo felt that these staff members were not only imitating human work, but also imitating human language. Some of them were hoarse, and some were stuttering.

"Yeah."

Blogo tried to speak as little as possible and quickened his pace.

"Where are your materials?"

The leading staff member asked, and it seemed that it did not notice Blogo's abnormality.

Blogo replied in that hoarse tone, "Materials? Here."

He raised the suitcase in his hand. The box was made of the scales of the serpent. It contained the Bite of Resentment and the Saw-Axe of Cruelty. No matter how bloated and wide the protective suit was, Blogo could not stuff these two weapons in.

"That's all?"

Blogo guessed that it should be expressing displeasure, but like all the staff members, its words were without any emotion.

"That's all."

Blogo also responded indifferently, and answered the question carefully according to his previous guess.

These staff members regarded the sundries as something and transported them continuously. Blogo tried to put himself in their perspective and make fools with them.

It was silent for a while without saying anything more, then turned around and moved forward with the other employees. They were carrying large and small sundries on their backs, and some even pushed small cars.

Boluogo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed the end of the team.

It now appears that the way these staff members judge friends and foes is the same as humans, to a large extent through naked eye recognition... This should be the case, after all, they are imitating humans.

Not only imitating human behavior, but also imitating human shortcomings.

"It's like a big role-playing paradise, or a madhouse."

Boluogo said in his heart, he kept trying to put himself into the perspective of these employees, but it was still a little difficult to implement... Boluogo was not good at pretending to be stupid, and he couldn't use these messy things as supplies.

Damn it, one of these staff members also carried a roll of toilet paper. Boluogo was curious about what it thought this roll of toilet paper would be.

As the team moved forward, Bologo saw many traces of spatial dislocation. Buildings in different areas were pieced together. Some were modern buildings, and some were ancient palaces or abandoned factories.

This kind of spatial distortion and architectural patchwork are not perfect. They bring a sense of disharmony and weirdness. The connections between the buildings are full of cracks and chaos, as if they have been forcibly spliced ​​without complete integration, like a The three-dimensional design models were forcibly pieced together.

Bologo tried to find the signs demarcating the areas, but the numbers on the signs were not consecutive, and some simply disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Boluogo complained in his heart, and he began to doubt whether he could find Mamo's secret laboratory.

You know, Mamo retired many years ago. The scholars in the sublimation furnace even thought that he had passed away for a time. However, in fact, Mamo has been living secretly in the darkness until he reappeared in recent years. , became active.

In other words, before this, all Mamo's experiences were top secret, and Boluogo's knowledge of them was completely blank.

Now Boluogo can only hope that he will be lucky enough to encounter the mark in the record and find the secret laboratory.

Suddenly, a stream of hot air came from the front, interrupting Boluogo's thoughts.

Boluogo immediately became alert, and saw that the entire team's progress was stagnant. The staff lowered their heads, steadied their figures, and resisted the heat wave. After the air flow stopped, they moved forward again. To them, this seemed It's an extremely common thing.

After walking for another ten minutes, Boluogo saw the source of the heat wave at the end of this dislocated area.

At the end of this intricate maze, a huge furnace as huge as a tower stands tall, like a red-hot iron mountain. The blazing firelight overflows from the gaps in the metal, waving slender flames, burning The waste dust accumulated into lumps, paving a path of ashes that led directly to the interior.

The staff were like pilgrims, carrying ridiculous items and trudging up the steps.

This time Boluogo failed to follow the team. He was completely stunned on the spot, his eyes greedily scanning every corner of the volcano, trying to take in every detail of it.

It is like a tumor of steel and lava, lodged in this ruined area. The thick pipes are tangled and stretched like tentacles, and the surface is mottled with rust, showing the traces of erosion over the years.

They twist and bend, converging in a spiral path toward the heart of the furnace. The ends of the pipe branched into numerous tributaries that led into the buildings surrounding the furnace.

boom--

A deep sound came from the inside of the furnace, and the ground under Bologg's feet also shook slightly. Hot air flow periodically overflowed, and the surrounding buildings were hit, making faint noises.

Someone pushed Boluogo gently from behind and said in an emotionless voice.

"Time to work."

Only then did Borogo come back to his senses. As he moved forward, he stared at the cables climbing up. They were like ruthless iron vines, covering the dark interior.

"Forge Volcano."

Boluogo recited its name silently in his heart.

The Forge Volcano is the largest furnace in extraordinary history. It is as large as a mountain embedded in the chamber. For this reason, it is no longer regarded as a furnace, but is named after a volcano.

It used to provide energy for the entire chamber, until the Secret War caused the chamber to split into the ruins area, and the Forge Volcano was difficult to move due to its terrifying size, and was eventually lost in the ruins area.

In today's sublimation furnace core, many scholars who have witnessed the forge volcano still miss it. In their words, once the Bureau of Order can recover the forge volcano, the research of scholars and the energy supply of the entire cultivation room will be affected. will be greatly improved.

Boluogo feels that this is not an improvement, but a return to its former glory.

"I see...are they imitating even this?"

Bologg looked at the team in front of him. The dazzling firelight gradually engulfed their figures, and Bologg could only see blurry black spots one after another.

After the ruins area fell into chaos, many equipment that required staff maintenance had long been damaged, but not all equipment was so fragile. In the design of the scholars, the forge volcano was a large equipment that could operate on its own without the involvement of staff.

Its only requirement for staff is to clean out the ashes regularly, lest the tons of ashes obscure the building.

Even though the ruins area was out of the control of the Order Bureau, the Forge Volcano continued to operate, providing energy for the entire chaotic ruins area to maintain the most basic operation.

Blogo was a little excited. It was the first time he saw this existence that only existed in rumors. In addition, Mamo's secret laboratory was near the Forge Volcano. Blogo hoped it was still there.

The staff threw countless sundries into the fire. The heat wave and dazzling light made Blogo unable to see their movements, but soon, it would be Blogo's turn.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the appearance of the Forge Volcano became clearer and clearer. It seemed that there were countless ghosts burning in the furnace. These ghosts turned into flames that soared into the sky, dancing constantly, and exuding the breath of death.

The flames gathered into swaying figures one after another. The scene was creepy. Blogo could almost hear the whistling airflow, as if these ghosts were wailing in pain.

But what shocked Blogo had just begun.

The staff at the front threw the sundries on their bodies into the sea of ​​fire along the gap, as if offering sacrifices to this forge volcano. Then they did not leave, but jumped and disappeared into the sea of ​​fire.

The people in the first row were engulfed by the flames, and the people in the second row followed. They did the same action, throwing the sundries into the sea of ​​fire, and then throwing themselves into it.

Soon, Bologo stood in the first row, and the scorching temperature was difficult to isolate even the protective clothing.

"What are you standing there for?"

The staff next to Bologo asked. Seeing that Bologo did not answer, it did not ask further. After throwing the sundries in skillfully, it jumped down.

Now Bologo was the only one left. The people behind were tired of waiting, and a staff member pushed Bologo.

"What are you waiting for?"

"What?" Bologo turned his head and pretended to be puzzled.

"Work." The staff said.

Blog asked again, "Our job is to hold these things and then jump in?"

"What else?"

The staff didn't understand what Blog was asking. This was work, a job they were used to.

"That's right. Even if the Forge Volcano doesn't need maintenance, it's not a perpetual motion machine. It still needs fuel to burn..."

Blog took off his heavy helmet, his cheeks full of sweat.

"So, can I understand this behavior as you imitating the staff's... sacrifice?"

The staff was stunned, and then it decisively attacked Blog, but Blog was faster than him, the scale liquid of the serpent disintegrated, and the bite of resentment was pulled out.

Blog split its arm with a sword, and kicked it into the sea of ​​fire. The figure disappeared, turning into pure ether and merging into the furnace fire.

"What a bunch of psychopaths!"

Blog thought he knew these weird staff well enough, but the facts are always surprising.

The staff at the back froze for a moment, then they dropped their belongings, stepped on the disintegration of ashes, and swarmed towards Blogo.

Blogo faced the blazing fire, holding a sword in one hand and an axe in the other, with a diamond shield around him.

He told himself that he should do less twists and turns in the future.

Find the rules and break the rules.

Blogo planned to add this sentence to Amy's note, and then he leaped out like a tiger and chopped down a large number of figures.