Endless brilliance magnified rapidly in Boluogo's eyes. He saw clearly this blazing storm. On every air flow, there were ghosts being pulled and dancing wildly, surrounded by hundreds of millions of ghosts.

The storm circled endlessly along the core of the day.

Now Bologg has joined the carnival. The tangle pulls Bologg and he falls towards the core of the day. The ghosts pass by Bologg one after another, until a ghost collides with Bologg head-on.

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In the short gap between the two souls intertwined, separated, and in contact, just like the poet's dream experienced by Bologna when he was promoted to a believer, a strange dream came again.

In the blink of an eye, Boluogo has experienced someone else's life, but this time Boluogo has not yet calmed down and regrouped his will. He continued to move forward under the pull of the tangle.

One after another ghosts hit Boluogo like a rainstorm, followed by completely different memories, some of them were male and female, some were wonderful and some were lost, and several periods of life were connected together, turning into a thousand-year-old memory.

Centuries of memory.

Bologo's self-awareness began to melt in these long and short years. He almost lost himself and merged into this crazy spiritual storm, but Bologo still defended his will.

In extreme pain, as if some kind of psychological defense has been triggered, most of the memories are like dreams, they appear suddenly and disappear quickly.

Judging from the actual flow of time in the etheric realm, it took Bologo dozens of seconds to fall into the day core inside the storm, but judging from Bologo's self-awareness, it took him an extremely long time.

, and during this period, most of the memories have evaporated.

It feels terrible, like someone roughly shoved tons of stuff into your head and then emptied it out again.

Boluoge gasped in pain. He realized that getting too close to the secret source was not a good thing. He tried to cut off the tangle, but no matter how much he tore it, the straightened threads still bound Boluogo tightly.

Will this be the end for all souls?

Devoured by a secret source?

Boluogo couldn't understand. There were too many things in this damn place that he couldn't understand. He recalled all the great discoveries in human history. Those who were the first to climb mountains and look down on the whole country, the first

People who have encountered the sea and traveled across the world are the first people to discover the existence of the secret source and create the alchemical matrix.

besides……

And the people who first forged a sword to slit another man's throat.

Now Boluogo feels that he has taken his "first time". The eyes of the world are focused on him, and he feels suddenly enlightened, followed by uneasiness and fear.

Pulled by the tangle, Bologg could only march all the way towards the core of daylight, until Bologg was completely swallowed up by the blazing white light.

The shadows made bursts of restless and anxious sounds, and their shapes became distorted. The shadows seemed to have taken on physical form, squirming violently, like a ball of filthy water, until at a certain moment it broke its own water surface tension.

, the shadow completely collapsed, and thousands of tons of sticky tar poured down.

Like countless dark poisonous insects crawling across the ice sheet, or like a rising tide of tar, they are besieging the white storm. The surging tar condenses into a series of distorted and weird shapes. They change unpredictably and become grotesque.

Army.

Boluogo's mood has gradually become numb, and he will not be surprised by any strange things that happen next.

The terrible nightmare is not over yet.

Countless umbilical cords ejected from the gradually boiling tar. They fell like a torrential rain, penetrating the ghosts surrounding the storm.

These thousands of umbilical cords are like outstretched arms, and their goals are clear.

Bologo's numb heart was filled with doubts again. If he had to choose a way to die, he would rather be burned to ashes by the blazing storm and the mysterious source than plunge into the stinking tar.

The fire that illuminated the darkness suddenly rose.

The blazing storm expanded rapidly, and the flame waves swept over the tar, setting off patches of blazing seas of fire. Shadows and blazing storms, each representing the projection of different powers, started fighting on the ice sheet.

It was a battle that Boluogo had never seen before, like the battle between thunder and hurricane, and the confrontation between mountain fire and torrent. Under the intertwining of light and darkness, it was like chaotic things turning from disorder to law, with arcs and light tracks blooming endlessly.

This collision of forces beyond cognition is pure, straightforward, and visual, just like a grand game of chaotic weather.

Boluogo could vaguely feel that whether it was shadows or white storms, they were unconscious and just pure power.

"No...why is this happening?"

Boluogo couldn't figure it out. If the projection of the secret source and the blazing white storm behind him were unconscious, Boluogo wouldn't be surprised. After all, people's knowledge of the secret source was too little.

But the shadows, the projections of the devil, why do they look like this?

Without any consciousness, they are like a group of wild beasts that rely entirely on instinct, uncontrolled and wanton expansion of power.

"Perhaps this is the essence of the devil?"

Boluogo suddenly thought of it and murmured to himself.

"The devils are just slaves of power, and what is contained in the etheric realm is the essence of their power?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. It was like a thunderbolt struck his body, stinging every inch of his nerves. Bologe trembled uncontrollably, and was extremely nervous due to excitement.

"Like...like a soul!"

The soul not only exists in humans, it also exists in the material world and the etheric world. When a human dies, the soul will leave the material world and return to the etheric world.

What about the devils?

In this etheric realm, they also have projections. Can it be said that devils, like souls, not only exist in the material world, but also exist in both the material world and the etheric realm.

Slave to strength.

The devils are divided into two. Hidden in the etheric realm is their crazy and evil power of authority, while what exists in the material world is their crazy will.

Strength and will are thus separated.

Boluogo struggled violently. At this moment, he had an extremely strong desire to survive. He wanted to live and he wanted to bring this information back.

"astronaut!"

Boluogo yelled, he saw the anchor that broke the umbilical cord, the astronaut was here, was he going to sit back and watch himself being swallowed by the secret source?

"Take me away!"

Boluogo continued to roar, his voice echoing in the vast world, and there was no echo for a long time.

No response.

Borlog shouted again, "I know you're here!"

The etheric realm responded to him with silence.

Bologg fell toward the core of daylight, where was the calm eye of the storm.

The blazing white storm was several times larger than Boluogo expected. Its diameter spanned at least several thousand meters. It was an unimaginably majestic creation, involving unimaginable power.

Boluogo couldn't help but guess what kind of disaster it would cause once such a power came to the material world. I'm afraid it could no longer be described as an extraordinary disaster, but an extraordinary apocalypse.

The surrounding light flow became more and more abundant. They filled Boluogo's field of vision and passed by him. At this moment, Boluogo seemed to be in a white passage, and then looked at the wriggling tar shadows.

They are at the end of the tunnel and are still shrinking.

One after another ghosts collided with Boluogo's body. Each collision brought fragments of memory, and his will was hit hard and full of cracks.

These ghosts have no will of their own. They are just information carriers carrying memories. This reminds Boluogo of the current director who has completely turned into wetware. Her will is also like these ghosts. Under the influence of countless wills,

Under the conflict with each other, they were completely broken, molded into lakes, and turned into walking zombies.

Boluogo will also end up like this. He only hopes that he can hold on for a longer time before completely collapsing...

No, it can't be like this yet.

"To call a devil, first you have to know his name."

Boluogo looked at the pitch-black tar behind the endless light and said in a loud voice.

"Leviathan!"

The sound slowly spread to the bizarre front line of the dispute. As if some kind of power had been triggered, the deep and distant sound sounded again, mixed with the rustling sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Something is coming.

The dark object broke into the storm and easily crossed the flame waves formed by the gathering of ghosts. The black shadow of Mo Lake continued to magnify in the blazing white light, until the rusty anchor appeared in Boluogo's eyes.

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Boluogo was very reluctant to borrow the devil's power, but at this time, he had no other choice.

The heavy anchor was covered with sticky tar, which condensed into a large shoal of swimming fish. They cruised together with the advance of the anchor. The moment they came into contact with the flames, all the tar fish swarms evaporated, paving the way with this sacrifice.

method to bring the anchor further forward.

Borrogo stretched out his hand with all his strength and tried to grab the anchor.

The collision of these two forces caused earth-shattering changes. The terrifying power spread wildly. At the same time, it came closer and closer. Just when Boluogo was about to be within reach, a pure stream of light enveloped Boluogo.

Logo.

Borogo was caught.

Pulling at high speed, Boluogo had already penetrated deep into the eye of the storm and touched the core of the day.

Almost at the moment of contact, Boluogo lost consciousness. At the end of his thoughts, what he saw was the unreachable anchor and the evaporated body.

His vision fell into darkness and his consciousness froze.

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In the chaos, a trace of thoughts was slowly condensing. It took him a long time to gradually gather more thoughts until a complete consciousness was formed. After an extremely long time, he finally realized himself.
To be continued...