Chapter 871 Imperial Envoy

Scholars.

A group of pioneers who are constantly striving to explore the future of mankind. In the past history, they have been devoted to the great cause of exploring the truth one after another. In the dark clouds surrounded by demons, they have dug out the alchemical matrix technology and created the extraordinary road.

With the birth of the condenser, they did not stop, but continued to study new technologies one after another. Alchemical weapons, virtual domains, and other new things that can change the world continue to appear.

As time goes by, the relationship between the condensers and scholars becomes closer and closer. The condensers need scholars to optimize and iterate the brand-new alchemical matrix, and the scholars also need the condensers to fight for them and for everyone.

The relationship between each other is like a close comrade-in-arms, a great swordsmith and a warrior who is good at wielding a sword. The connection is constantly tightened until it cannot be separated.

Blogo also has such a peculiar feeling for scholars. He rarely speaks, but these emotions have long penetrated into his blood.

I thought such respect would continue, but in recent years, Blogo's impression of scholars has become worse and worse.

Everything has two sides, and scholars are no exception. They have indeed made great contributions to the exploration of the truth. Sometimes, they will do all kinds of crazy things because they are too obsessed with the truth, and they will not hesitate to sacrifice themselves for it.

To put it simply, scholars are good people, but they are really deadly when they go crazy.

Countless Freyas are slowly approaching Blogo. They are like a high wall that is advancing. In this one-way corridor, Blogo has no power to retreat. He can only wave the snake scale liquid to wrap up the broken, little Freya and take her to retreat cautiously.

After learning that Freya's virtual domain is intelligent, Blogo believes that she will definitely fail. Individual consciousness cannot control such a large area at all.

At this time, Blogo realized that he was still a little too arrogant. What he could think of, how could Freya, as a scholar, not think of it.

Since consciousness can only be copied and cannot be uploaded, she copied her consciousness multiple times before she died, backed up, tried and failed, and even said that she might have designed a program to make her consciousness replicate like a virus until it completely filled the ruins area.

While Bolog wanted to praise Freya for being a genius, he was worried about the current situation.

Freya had already suffered cognitive distortion. When she merged with the ruins, this cognitive distortion was still not healed. For this reason, the entire ruins had a distorted understanding of humans. Perhaps this is why the ruins have been out of control.

In the eyes of the ruins, everyone is an invader and an enemy. As for the main body of the reclamation room that was split off... that is the real fallen area. Before it was completely isolated, the invasion of the main body of the reclamation room by the ruins was only to rebuild the real reclamation room from the perspective of the ruins.

Bolog knew that she could not give an answer, but still couldn't help asking little Freya, "In this case, what are you?"

Little Freya shook her head blankly. If she could still use her brain when she was chased by the hazy light before, now looking at countless Freyas who look exactly like her, little Freya is completely down.

Bolog's mind is running at high speed. Since Freya has copied her consciousness to fill and completely control the ruins, then every Freya has a certain function to a certain extent.

The same is true for the little Freya in front of him. Her ability to open the security door freely may be part of her function.

"You may be a product of a distortion."

Berogo suddenly said, "Just like in biological evolution, there will be some unstable mutations. The replication of consciousness is bound to have errors. You may be that error."

"If I am an error, then..."

Little Freya tried to keep up with Berogo's logic. She looked down at her broken body, then looked at the approaching Freyas, and said in unison with Berogo.

"Correct the error!"

"Correct the error!"

After Freya copied her consciousness to the ruins area, she carried out a large number of self-replication and proliferation to completely control the ruins area. This process is like the cell division of the human body. During the replication and proliferation stage, it is inevitable that some mutated cells will be produced, which is the little Freya that Berogo met.

She has a completely independent consciousness, which is completely different from these cold and mechanized Freyas. Little Freya is an outlier among them and should be eliminated, but Little Freya also has a certain ability to seek benefits and avoid harm, which makes her survive secretly in the ruins area without being discovered by Freyas.

Until Blogo's arrival.

"Seek benefits and avoid harm..."

Blogo suddenly wondered if his encounter with Little Freya was also a part of seeking benefits and avoiding harm?

Obviously, Little Freya cannot actively use her own authority, but to a certain extent, she can instinctively and passively use this power.

Little Freya herself did not notice it, but she may have realized instinctively that as the rule of Freyas deepened, there would be fewer and fewer places to hide in the ruins area. Sooner or later, Little Freya would be caught, and she needed an external force to help her break the shackles.

So the safety door would open in time, allowing Blogo to step into the void block area, so as to encounter Little Freya and try to borrow Blogo's power to break the deadlock.

The terrifying ether burst out, and the gathered ether weaved into pure energy flows. Golden ripples bloomed in an instant, burning like a burning wind.

Berogo quickly retrieved Little Freya, picked her up with one hand, and swung the Blade of Wrath, splitting a dark blue sword mark in front of him. The dark blue ripples that quickly moved forward intersected with the Burning Wind, and Berogo strode in.

As he stepped into the winding crack, the Burning Wind swept over where Berogo was, burning the ground red, blowing up countless ashes with sparks, which fluttered and threw into the void, scraping a huge impact mark in the circular sea of ​​powder surrounding the corridor.

The winding crack perfectly missed the invasion of the Burning Wind, and Berogo appeared with Little Freya not far away.

"I can try to open the door!" Little Freya said nervously.

"Can the door be opened in this situation?"

Berogo looked around, and all the safety doors collapsed, and the hazy light that was everywhere also gathered here, and all the overlapping spaces gathered here, and Freya showed her true body.

This was already a desperate situation. Blogo couldn't believe that she could still open the door. This seemingly ordinary ability seemed a little too powerful at this moment.

"I'll try my best!"

Although she had always been crying, Freya had a strong ability to accept. Facing the established facts, any excuses and worries were meaningless. She sorted out her mood and assisted Blogo.

The Freyas roared and rushed towards Blogo. Each Freya carried a powerful ether reaction. The pure power condensed into strands of ribbons. The moment it came into contact with matter, it annihilated it into powder. The terrifying power was overwhelming.

Blogo was under full pressure and rushed towards Freyas. At the same time, a large amount of ether was released from Blogo's body and sprinkled into the vast sea of ​​dust in the void. After a short delay, the sea of ​​dust shook, rolled, and roared.

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It was as if an invisible force was dragging countless dust particles in the sea of ​​dust. They surged and gathered one after another. The original orbit was disturbed, and they all came towards the corridor.

Blogo's eyes were as bright as day. The dust was spinning at high speed around the power of ether, and even rolled into several huge tornadoes, roaring like giants.

The terrifying airflow washed over the corridor, and the dislocated air pressure temporarily curbed the progress of Freya. Her steps became difficult, but her face was still extremely cold. The higher the ether reaction, the more countless light-cast tentacles hit Blogo.

Blogo was fighting against the entire ruins area. After working for so long, this was the first time that Blogo was an enemy of a virtual domain, as if his opponent was a mountain.

The tornado smashed towards Freya and the others. The huge vortex it formed twisted and tore the air, like a door to an endless abyss. The broken stones and iron filings tumbled in the air, like the sharp blades of evil spirits. They flew at a terrifying speed, and the creepy tearing sound echoed in the void.

With dots of scarlet in it, Blogo clenched his fists fiercely. A series of explosions spread in the tornado. The burning red mercury evenly filled every gap. The blazing fire was like a violent demon flame, devouring everything around with its fangs and claws.

The tornado turned into a burning fire snake. They rushed past Blogo and collided directly with the tentacles of light like cavalry. The roaring explosions continued.

"Are you okay?"

Blogo shouted at little Freya, who closed her eyes tightly, and her face trembled slightly because of excessive tension of caution.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, pointed in a direction and shouted, "There!"

On the column beside Blogo, a safety door was opened directly.

Blogo was so excited that he cried. At this time, little Freya was unexpectedly reliable. Blogo took her directly into the door. This time, Blogo had no time to close the door.

After a short distortion, because the void agglomeration area was completely occupied by Freya, Blogo came directly to another area. Looking at the towering bronze wall, Blogo knew that he had returned to the forge volcano.

Just as he was about to take the next step, a piercing alarm sounded.

The same alarm sounded in every place in the ruins area, and all the staff and all Freya received the order.

The ground in Blogo was shaking slightly. Looking into the distance, a vague figure appeared at the end of the field of vision. They were wearing the same uniforms and faces, running towards him.

"Can you open a safety door along this line?"

Berogo pointed to the etheric line on his waist. Now this place in the ruins area is completely unsuitable.

"I... I will try my best to help you."

Little Freya was wrapped in the snake scale fluid. After losing her limbs, she floated beside Berogo in this way, like a floating follower.

Closing her eyes and no longer chatting, Little Freya tried her best to feel the power in the dark, while Berogo ran wildly in the passage full of cables and pipes.

Countless Freyas were chasing him, some running wildly on the ground, some leaping high, and some seemed to overcome gravity and marched quickly on the wall.

The world changed, and huge rocks rose from the ground, trying to hinder Berogo's actions. The towering walls also began to bend, as if the world was about to overlap.

The tentacles of light casting quickly attacked, and Berogo jumped up suddenly to avoid the continuous blockade, and then another safety door opened directly in front of Berogo.

Little Freya became more and more skilled.

Burlogo rushed in, knocking over several desks and sending blank papers flying like dust.

In the straight and flat office floor, facing the sudden appearance of Boluogo, the employees who were working with their heads down stopped their busy work. They raised their heads, and their blank faces began to twist, and then Freya's appearance appeared.

"meet again?"

Boluogo waved his hand and tried to say hello to them, then turned around and ran towards the other side. Freya and the others pushed away the obstructing desks, and the gathered ether formed a tough thread, one after another towards the other side. Boluogo twined away.

"Can we open the door again?"

Bologg roared, and used a sliding shovel to avoid the entanglement of the silk thread. Several Freya intercepted in front of Bologg. High-concentration ether gathered, and the crackling sound of electricity played.

The resentful bite slashed vertically, and the blue sword marks directly passed through their surroundings. Under the winding cracks, Boluogo appeared directly behind them.

While running, he checked the scabbard. The sword oil inside became much thinner, leaving Bologg with very few opportunities to split the winding path.

"I'm trying!"

Little Freya pondered hard. Under cognitive distortion and loss of consciousness, she had always treated herself as an ordinary intern and had never thought about exploring her own abilities. After experiencing this with Boluogo, although it was somewhat difficult to accept herself The essence of it, but she is still trying and learning hard.

Boluogo observed the ether line extending continuously around his waist, twisting, extending, and twisting. After crossing countless obstacles and solving many Freya blocking the way, a safety door opened again.

It was obvious that little Freya was taking the initiative to take back her functions little by little. She even joked casually, "My function is not that of a doorkeeper, right?"

"I think it's okay," Bologo thought of the numerous gates standing in the transit area. "In the Bureau of Order, the level of the gatekeepers seems to be quite high."

"is that so?"

"should be!"

After passing through another security door, at the end of the office floor as wide as a football field, the elevator door appeared that almost made Boluogo burst into tears.

Thanks to Freya's help, he finally found his way back.

Looking back and looking fiercely at the Freyas who were still chasing, Bologo was ready to make a comeback.

"Boluogo, although the development of the situation is not satisfactory, I still want to thank you."

Suddenly, little Freya said in Bologger's ear. She tried hard to be strong, but her eyes were still wandering and her words were intermittent.

"Hey, hey, it feels good to be able to talk to a living person."

Little Freya laughed again, but her face was full of tears and her smile was particularly sad.

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly understood what Little Freya meant.

"You are part of the ruined area, you can't live without it."

In order to prevent the ruins area from eroding the main body of the reclamation room, the Bureau of Order has already completely separated the two virtual realms. Even if Bologg can bring little Freya to the outpost, she will not be able to cross the door and step into the reclamation room. in the room. She was isolated like the rest of Freya.

"Fortunately, at least I have figured out what I am." When mentioning this, little Freya still looked helpless. "Although I have never thought about these things... In fact, until now, I still think that I am An intern stuck here."

She murmured, "One day I will escape and look at the eternal and beautiful blue sky again."

Little Freya thought for a moment and then asked, "Is the air quality in Oath City Opos still that bad now? Then even if you escape, you can't see the sky, right?"

Boluogo shook his head, "No, the clouds have disappeared. Now the weather in this city is surprisingly good, and even the long-awaited blue sky has become normal."

"Really? It sounds really good."

Little Freya took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to accept this fate, and she said, "You can go, Bologo, that door should be right there."

"Um."

Bologg responded in a low voice. As long as he walked into that door, Bologg could escape from this damn ruin area, but similarly, little Freya wouldn't be able to survive either. She would be devoured by the angry Freyas. At the end of the day, even if little Freya can hide, what awaits her is an endless pursuit, and the execution program will stubbornly complete all of this.

"What are you waiting for?" Seeing that Boluoge was still staying where he was, little Freya couldn't help but urge.

Boluogo didn't respond. He remained silent until the silhouettes of Freya came into view again, until the manic ether got closer and closer.

The surrounding buildings began to squirm, and Freya seemed to know that the elevator door was the exit, and the extending walls were covering the elevator door bit by bit.

Little Freya became anxious. She hammered Boluogo hard, not understanding why he was so crazy.

"Are you really a janitor?"

Boluogo suddenly asked an inexplicable sentence, "You know, I have only met two people in the Order Bureau who can open the door at will."

"One is Deputy Director Nathaniel. His supreme authority is enough to mobilize most of the power in the reclamation room. The other is the decision-making room."

"Huh?" Little Freya didn't understand.

"To be honest, I don't really want to leave like this. It seems like I'm defeated," Bologo said faster, "Not to mention, my main mission hasn't been completed yet."

Boluogo came here to find the road to the holy city, and ended up being involved in the mystery of the ruins area. Suddenly, his mood became furious and he suddenly stopped walking.

"Think about it! Freya, in a company, the person who can open the security door at will and reach various areas is either a guard or..."

Little Freya's eyes lit up. She understood what Boluogo meant, but she still found it unbelievable.

At the same time, Boluogo continued, "Since Freya thought about copying her consciousness back then, she should have thought about what she would do if she lost control, right?"

Boluogo had made plans, but even he couldn't help but feel crazy when he thought about what he was going to do next.

"I want to take a gamble, what do you think?"

Little Freya hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly, "You are the immortal anyway, and I...I will die in their hands sooner or later, so I might as well give it a try."

"good!"

Boluogo liked little Freya's courage, and then he summoned up the courage to face the swarming Freyas and shouted loudly.

"I am Borogo Lazarus!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and opened his palm to all Freya, revealing the mark of the staff and sword.

"I will represent the will of the decision-making room!"