Gray concrete bricks and stones were piled up to form a harsh and cold room. In the core of the room, there was a golden hall with a completely different style. Boluogo thought that there would be a sacred being living here for a long time, which could be revealed before his eyes.

, but it is just a grotesque creation that is indescribable.

The surrounding darkness is not really darkness, they are more like some kind of dark mist, filling this wide space. Even if there are many spots of light emerging from the deep well that reaches the ground, they can only linger on the edge of the wellhead and cannot penetrate.

Into the darkness.

Therefore, no matter how much Bologo observed, he could never see the full picture of this huge creation.

Nathaniel watched Borogo's reaction. He admired Borogo's calmness. You must know that when he saw this monster, Nathaniel almost got into a fight with it.

Although many years later, Nathaniel did make a big fuss here.

The memories were not good, they flashed through Nathaniel's mind.

Bologo held the hilt of the sword tightly, his eyes trembling and wandering, and in this strange silence, he tried his best to collect all the information about this "man".

First of all, the appearance displayed in front of Boluogo's eyes was simply a mountain of flesh. The pink flesh was not blocked by the skin and was directly exposed to the air. Boluogo could clearly see the green blood vessels crawling like vines, which were translucent.

The diaphragm was rising and falling, and inside was an internal structure that Bologger couldn't understand.

This monster reminded Bologg of the evils in this world, but it did not expand as unbridled as the evils in this world. This surprised Bologg. It seemed to have extremely strong stability.

Looking upward, Bologo saw masks of different styles. The first thing that caught his eye was the brass mask composed of gears and machinery.

Based on the brass mask, thick metal cables extend upward, like the branches of a tree, connecting other masks. The four masks arranged vertically become the backbone, and more cables are adhered to each other.

On the flesh and blood, it extends around the huge body, exposing more masks.

They grew and bloomed like branches and leaves until they disappeared into the turbid darkness.

Seeing that Boluoge's breath had calmed down, Nathaniel said, "I brought him here. Everyone, who of you will come to see him?"

The strange body of flesh, blood and machinery heard Nesanil's voice. The low heartbeat sounded in the body, and the sound gradually became clearer. With the recovery of the heart, the cold blood rushed in the blood vessels, and the liquid was operated by the body.

The large amount of heat energy released heats the blood and instantly the blood boils.

Boluogo felt that he was witnessing the start-up of a flesh and blood machine. The orange-red light lit up under the translucent diaphragm, and the cyan blood vessels also glowed with red light. It was as if a furnace was burning in his body, and the heat wave was roasting.

It warmed Boluogo's cheek.

The coagulated blood vapor floated on the tip of the nose, bursts of steam rose from the surface of the flesh and blood, and the markings of light lit up on the flesh and blood. The rays of light were arranged in the darkness, extending to the end of Boluogo's sight.

With the help of the dim light of the logo, Bologo saw countless cables extending from the flesh and blood machine. They were densely packed, like the long hair of a giant.

"Target confirmed, Borogo Lazarus."

"The target file is being retrieved."

"Load target behavior logic file."

"Analyzing Qualified Personality."

Cold announcements echoed in the darkness, and the callous words made Boluogo's scalp numb.

"take it easy."

Nathaniel comforted him, "It has just calculated various developments after the attack on the negotiations, causing the computing power to be overloaded. Now it is supposed to be in the maintenance phase. Only the subconscious personality is on duty, and the main conscious personality is asleep."

Boluogo couldn't hear any sense of comfort from these words, he just felt that one mystery after another was blooming in front of his eyes.

"Determining the optimal solution personality."

"Begin to awaken Maria Ellen."

After the indifferent announcement, the second mask that formed the main body began to change. It was a mask composed of countless green leaves and branches, and the metal surface turned coppery green.

The ether was restless, and the green leaves and branches seemed to have triggered a mechanism, spreading to the surroundings, revealing the structure of the human face.

"Audio synthesis."

A lazy female voice replaced the indifferent broadcast.

"Image loading."

The ether roared past Boluogo's eyes. The high concentration of ether flow was not fatal. After a brief blindness, Boluogo regained his sight, and the huge flesh and blood creation in front of him disappeared at this time, replaced by

She is a graceful lady.

At this moment, she was wearing the bronze-green mask covered with branches, sitting on a wooden chair, looking at herself with a smile.

After seeing the noble lady, Nathaniel's eyes flashed with disappointment, "It's you indeed. You have always had a good personality and are best suited for communicating with others."

"Long time no see, Nathaniel."

The noble lady nodded at him and continued, "You must be very disappointed. It's me who's here, not her. Do you need me to load her image?"

"Let's forget it," Nathaniel shook his head, "It was already weird enough for an old man to imitate her."

The noble lady laughed softly, she knew which time Nathaniel was talking about.

"Don't blame her, she is responsible for the most important part."

"She has already made a sacrifice, so how can I blame her for it?" Nathaniel said calmly, "Let's get to the point."

The lady's eyes fell on Boluogo, and she raised her hand.

"Please take a seat."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment, and then he found a chair behind him. He looked at the lady in front of him again, remembering the twisted flesh and blood and the cold broadcasting sound.

He didn't think it was the ball of flesh and blood that turned into the lady in front of him, but some kind of force that distorted Boluogo's perception and turned the image of the ball of flesh and blood in front of him into what it is now.

So what is the nature of this chair? A tentacle covered in blood?

Boluogo didn't think too much. The question was about to be answered. He just needed to be patient.

Sitting on the chair, before Bologg could speak, the lady spoke first.

"Let me introduce myself first. Before I was alive... to be precise, before I became the One, I was the second director of the Bureau of Order.

Maria of iron trees and steel branches.”

The human brain is like a book. It is usually difficult for you to remember the entire content, but as long as you have an index to the table of contents, you can recall the content of the story.

Maria Ellen.

Bologo searched his mind for something related to this name, and he remembered everything related to it.

Unlike other mysterious directors in history, Maria's information has spread widely. It can be said that every employee of the Bureau of Order has heard of her name and knows her deeds.

If the first-generation director confirmed the establishment of the Order Bureau, then as the second director of the Order Bureau, Maria successfully made the Order Bureau stronger and laid an extremely solid foundation.

It can be said that almost everything in the current Bureau of Order is built on the foundation created by Maria, so she is also called an iron tree and a steel branch to praise her contribution to the Bureau of Order.

Maria's ending was not mentioned in the information. Some said that she returned to her family to retire, while others said that she had died long ago. Boluogo had no intention of getting involved in mysterious conspiracy theories, but he never expected to see her today.

When it came to Maria, it was still in this weird way.

Boluogo took a deep breath and asked without wavering.

"first,

What are you, the public, exactly?"

Maria raised her head slightly, "This is much more troublesome to explain."

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?" said Burlogo.

Maria pondered for a moment. Compared with other personalities, she was the most talkative one, so she was awakened to explain to Bologo everything that was buried deeply.

"Human beings are too fragile. Do you agree with this? Boluogo."

Boluogo paused and nodded.

"We are too fragile, so we stubbornly pursue power, but after the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, we suddenly realize that even if we are promoted to Glorious Ones, we are still limited by our lifespan.

While we are alive, we may be extremely powerful, but we will die one day, and our enemies... those near-eternal demons, in order to avoid our sharp edges, they can find a place to rest.

A hundred years are fleeting to them, and no matter how powerful we are, as long as the devils are secretly preparing their strength and returning in an era when we have already died, there is nothing we can do."

Maria slowly told the story of the past, "We realized this and tried to become the same eternal existence as the devil, so as to confront them for a long time in the long years and changing times."

"Is this some kind of immortal life support facility?"

Bologg asked. Maria's story reminded him of the wind cellar of the Krex family and the senators hidden in it. Obviously, this strange being was much more advanced than the wind cellar.

Those who gained power finally longed for eternal life, and Bologo felt a burst of sadness from the bottom of his heart. This sadness became even more intense when he thought that he was also an immortal.

"No, this is not a life-support facility. From a material point of view, I am actually dead. What appears in front of you now is just a creature created by others based on my memories, behavioral logic, emotional patterns, etc. during my lifetime.

Virtual personality.”

Maria raised her feet and crossed her hands on her thighs, "All mortals are mortal, aren't they?"

"In other words, I am not Maria, I am just the 'one' who talks to you as Maria."

Maria's form began to change. In an instant, she turned back into the body of steel and flesh. Countless masks covered the surface of the skin. But in the next instant, the terrifying monster disappeared, leaving only

Next she sat down in front of Bologna.

Boluogo nodded stiffly. He probably understood Maria's existence, but he still didn't know their true identity.

"It is extremely difficult to preserve a will for a long time and forever. Only the power of the devil can do this, but borrowing the power of the devil obviously violates our original intention."
To be continued...