A new day, a beautiful day.

Boluogo entered into a short vacation. Although this vacation only lasted a few days, the feeling of having nothing to do was still really good.

Getting up from the bed, the feeling that I was on the right track became clearer and clearer, but what followed was a lingering coldness.

It hovered over Bolog's head, always tingling Bolog's nerves inadvertently.

The chess player...

Fortunately, Boluogo didn't let the chess player's doubts bother him for too long. He just regarded it as his own random thoughts. After all, he was not even a condenser now and had no ability to step into the chess game.

The first thing is to become a condenser. Thinking about this now is just causing yourself to fall into meaningless mental internal friction.

"ah……"

Taking a breath, Bologg washed his face and brushed his teeth. As he always emphasized, although he was a somewhat paranoid executioner, Bologg still had to maintain a certain dignity. He scraped his cheeks with the razor back and forth. He obviously had no beard.

Still stubbornly shaving it off until it was clean.

Standing in front of the mirror, Boluogo stared at himself in the mirror, his hair disheveled and his sharp eyes hidden in it.

Slowly raising his hand, Boluogo tried making fists a few times, and could clearly feel the fullness of power. Compared with before, there was no significant improvement, but the strength could be felt.

Cyan light spots appeared in front of my eyes, which was the mysterious power called soul fragments.

After raiding the Nome Clinic, Bologo killed several more demons and extracted soul fragments from their corpses. These unknown powers entangled his body, bringing about a significant increase.

Nearly a year has passed since Boluogo first came into contact with this strange power. During this time, he could clearly feel the benefit these soul fragments had on him, like a mysterious force.

Hovering around him vaguely.

"Debris...ether..."

Boluogo recalled that when he was fighting, the intermittent surge of power made him swift and deadly... He now suspected that he had unknowingly discovered the ultimate skill called "Aether Amplification"

.

It is not clear how other condensers learned this ultimate skill, but in Bolog's opinion, it was his ability to absorb soul fragments that caused a large amount of pure ether to accumulate in his body, suppressing

While suffering from mania, it also brought strength to myself.

Every time he fights, while venting his anger, he also releases his power, strengthening his own strength and swinging the hammer harder.

From this point of view, everything seems reasonable. Apart from "resurrection from the dead", Boluogo is just an ordinary person. Even with the assistance of the alchemy weapon and shock hammer, it is difficult to achieve larger-scale destruction.

But now the more he fights, the more violent power is given to him.

Boluogo began to look forward to what would happen next.

Become a Sublime One, possess your own "secret power", learn more extreme skills, and rain down fire on evil people.

After packing himself up, putting on his clothes, and sitting on the sofa, Boluogo looked at the clock, turned on the radio, and counted one, two, and three. When he counted four, a burst of electricity sounded, accompanied by harsh music, and a male voice sounded.

"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

This is a music radio column called "Grey Fog, Industry and Delicious Shrimp Crackers". I learned about many of Bologo's records through this radio station, but it may be because of the niche hobby. Dudel hosts

The program is not very popular and is only broadcast in the early morning and late at night.

"The new song brought to you today is..."

Bursts of singing sounded from the radio. The singing was distorted and had a bit of noisy electric sound. The sound quality was quite bad, but for Boluogo, it was already pretty good.

He hummed a song and raised his hands to play with the sand table in front of him, replaying the past wars.

Looking down at the entire sand table from a high place, one can see that the terrain inside the sand table is somewhat similar to the map of Opos, except that there is no big crack across the city on the sand table, but only endless plains and the

Legions galloping on the plains.

Legions came from all directions, their numbers were like a sea of ​​sand, and they surrounded the isolated city in the center of the sand table, vowing to destroy it in the flames of war.

Boluogo watched all this attentively, and in a daze, he could even hear the roaring sound of slashing.

What is engraved on the sand table is a very famous battle, and this battle brought the most crazy and terrifying war in the world's modern history to a final rest.

That was a story as far back as seventy-two years ago.

The Kogadel Empire in the south rose up, swallowing up other countries along the way and incorporating them into its own huge territory. Just when it was about to touch the Rhine River Basin in the north, the northern countries united together and established the current Rhineland.

Alliance, fight against it.

The fighting between the two made the war become more and more crazy, dragging more and more countries into the water, and finally turned into a world war known as the "Wrath of the Scorched Earth".

This war lasted for six years, with smoke and flames of war spreading across the entire continent. After countless people were sacrificed, two behemoths regarded a city-state as the final battlefield.

King Solomon's Holy City.

From the beginning to the end of the war, King Solomon maintained a neutral stance. He regarded his city-state as a city of scholars, and scholars would only record the war but not participate in it.

But the two behemoths didn't think so. The Holy City was between the two. They both wanted to capture this city and use it as their own bridgehead to push the battle line into the enemy's territory.

Therefore, sixty-six years ago, a battle for the Holy City began. Both sides sent troops to the Holy City. As for King Solomon, no one cared what King Solomon thought. His stubborn neutrality had already angered both sides.

King Solomon did not give up. He gathered an army to resist the offensives of the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League. However, these two behemoths were also afraid of each other and started war with each other, causing the entire battlefield to become a three-way melee.

Boluogo picked up the flag on the sand table, simulated the offensive at that time, and completely surrounded the holy city.

King Solomon took advantage of the melee situation to find a chance for survival. Unfortunately, the reality was too cruel. He led his army to persevere for a hundred days, and finally the crumbling city gate was breached by the army of the Kogadel Empire.

When the army of the empire rushed into King Solomon's Golden Palace, they saw that he had already died on his throne, and the army of the Rhine League also entered the dilapidated sacred city.

After a hundred days of melee, the exhausted two sides were completely exhausted. They looked at the scorched earth all over the ground and were unable to fight anymore. What followed was a story that everyone is familiar with.

Scholars call that battle the "Fall of the Holy City." After the fall of the Holy City, the two sides negotiated peace in the dilapidated Golden Palace. The world war that swept across the nations ended with the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, and soon this land ushered in

The birth of Oath City Opos.

It was a history full of blood and tears. Perhaps they wanted to hide something. Both the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance blocked information about the fall of the Holy City, so that most people only knew the beginning of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth.

, but I don’t know the details of the fall of the Holy City.

Boluogo was very curious about that period of history, and it was one of his only hobbies. He would often go to the library to borrow materials, and then recreate the fall of the Holy City on the sand table.

In the following years, some scholars put forward some novel views. They said that the fall of the Holy City in the history books was wrong and had been changed.

They analyzed various data such as steel, troop sources, food, etc., and based on the military strength of the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine Alliance at that time, they could continue the war. However, after destroying the Holy City, they suddenly lost everything.

Hands, as if they came just to destroy this place.

Some people also say that the end of the fall of the Holy City was that King Solomon severely damaged both sides. Supporting this statement are the memoirs of some people. During the fall of the Holy City, some people said that they clearly saw the rising sky from the direction of the Holy City.

of glow.

The light was so strong, it was like a miracle.

From the capital of the Kogadel Empire to the end of the Rhine, starting from the Freeport and ending at the Windy Highlands, everyone saw the rising light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

They said that the light killed all the soldiers who participated in the battle, including King Solomon himself, which is why the information about the fall of the Holy City is so scarce. It was not because it was blocked, but because no one survived at all, and because of this light, the two behemoths were severely damaged.

, they had no choice but to negotiate peace.

As for the truth, I guess no one knows. After all, it has been so long, and the scorched earth has turned into the Oath City Opos today.

Boluogo thought, and at first he was confused by it, but as the door to the supernatural world opened to him, he gradually realized that those unsolved mysteries seemed to have a second face.

One face faces the ordinary people, and the other face faces the mysterious and extraordinary world.

"One light."

Boluogo whispered, looking out the window, passing through thick fog and clouds, crossing the buildings and rising cranes, and finally stopped at the large crack filled with gray fog.

No one knows how the Great Rift was born, but when these rumors were combined, Bologo had a new idea.

Perhaps what those people said was true. The light defeated both sides and left a scar called the Great Crack on the scorched earth.

"Friends from the audience! May we meet again late at night!"

Dudel's voice sounded, along with a burst of soothing music, and the morning program ended.

Boluogo also stood up slowly and glanced at the sand table of the Fall of the Holy City. He walked to the window and looked at the large crack.

Countless mysteries plague Boluogo, including the reason why he came to this world, the details of his deal with the devil... and even the history buried under the shadow of Opos.

He didn't think too much. After faintly recording all these things in his mind, Boluogo threw them behind his mind. Just like the doubts of the "chess player", before his strength reached that level, all thoughts

All of this only increases internal friction.

After digging into his pocket, Boluogo took out the chess pieces he had brought back, walked to the sand table, and placed the chess pieces on the high ground. Beneath them were thousands of troops advancing forward.

There were not only chess pieces in his pocket, but also the ticket given to him by Jeffrey, which was wrinkled by Boluogo's rubbing.

"A stage play?"

Burlogo muttered.

If he hadn't dug into his pocket, he would have almost forgotten about the ticket. Fortunately, he looked at the date and saw that the performance was today.

In fact, Boluogo quite likes reading books, stage plays, movies, etc...

In short, Boluogo likes anything that contains "story". He feels that these things can extend human life to a certain extent, allowing human beings to see more magnificent things and experience those things in their limited life.

Never experienced before.

Thinking of this, Boluogo could feel that he was slowly reintegrating into the world, from listening to loud rock music to now watching stage plays.
To be continued...