Bologo believed that he never lacked the courage to die, but the more he did, the more curious he was about how he became the undead.

A doubt that had troubled Bologo for a long time rose in his heart.

What would you do if the real you, the exact opposite of the you you expected, were?

What if, as they said, Bologo was actually just a coward?

When Bologo left the upside down hall and returned to the reclamation room, he was still thinking about this question. After long thinking, he once again strongly realized that the immortal body could exempt the limitations of the body and lifespan, but it focused on torture the soul of every undead person.

Eternal despair.

When Bologo thought of this, he realized the importance of the Undead Club to Sere and others again. It brought the Undead together. Although they were all first-class scumbags, they could keep warm to each other and relieve the pain caused by this terrifying torture.

"It's so deadly..." Bologo sighed in a low voice.

In this operation, Bologo once again held an extremely important position. The leader of this suicide squad was also led by a group of king secret swordsmen, and he was a little crazy no matter how he thought about it.

Bologo had a premonition in his heart that he always felt that this action would not go so smoothly... It was true that he had passed any action smoothly.

Compared to Palmer, he is the complete unlucky person.

Bologo did not stay in the Order Bureau for too long today. Usually, Bologo would not let himself be too tense before an action. On the contrary, he would deliberately relax himself to make his own state reach a perfect state.

As noon approached, Bologo left the Order Bureau. Instead of going to the Undead Club, he returned home directly and opened the door. Bologo glanced at the living room. Palmer's door was still closed, and he could hear the blurred snoring behind the door. This guy was still sleeping.

Ignoring Palmer, Bologo returned to his bedroom, opened the "Origin Manual" and briefly updated the information records about the Undead.

"The devil will use some means to put the undead into a cycle of pain, and torture them."

There were many undead people that Bologo encountered, but very few of them became his enemies. In my impression, there were only Baiou and the Silent.

Baiou's body is not dead, but he cannot heal actively and needs silk threads to be stitched. Under the influence of Jiagu Nie Dun Weile, he is in empty space for a long time. Even if he tore his body apart and converts pain into happiness, after every joy invasion, his numb threshold will increase again, until he jumps into the sea of ​​fire, he cannot get any satisfaction and falls into complete madness.

The silent person is greed and division. If he wants to gain all his strength, he can only become the only one. However, after he becomes the only one, he also has the possibility of being killed.

When he wrote these, Bologo couldn't help but be amazed that the devils' conspiracy was so terrible that he used his strength and greed to create such a perfect instrument of torture.

Every undead is a prisoner and serves eternal sentence.

Bologo closed the notes and put them back in the drawer. After pausing for a moment, he pulled open the cabinet on one side. This cabinet was to a certain extent considered Bologo's souvenir, and its birth was due to the cabinet filled with good friends' cups in the Undead Club.

The lifespan of the undead is too long. Some things are not reliable by memory alone. No one can guarantee whether the memory will fade or even be forgotten.

So when he was still young, Bologo hoarded these things, which can be regarded as souvenirs or as spoils.

A brief glance was made and there was a well-preserved theater ticket without even creases. Even though it had been so long, there were discussions about "The Wandering Rat" from time to time.

Then there are several Adele's diary, and it is put together, and Irving's new book, which represent the major events that Bologo has experienced, but there are missing souvenirs for the time axis disorder, mainly because Bologo doesn't know what to use to commemorate the major event.

Do you want to stuff Amme directly into the cabinet? This is not very reasonable.

Thinking of this, Bologo reached into the cabinet, fumbled for a while, and took out a necklace.

The ring and the cross, which are necklaces from Adele, were given to Bologo like a blessing, across time and space.

Bologo cherishes gifts from his old friends, so it is always stored in the cabinet, not worn by Bologo at any time.

Think about your work intensity, even your alchemy armament will be damaged, let alone these ordinary necklaces, Bologo doesn't want it to leave him so quickly.

After playing with it briefly, Bologo sorted out the cabinet and closed the cabinet door. At the same time, there were sounds outside the door, and it seemed that Palmer was awake.

Palmer stretched, vented a long breath, and took a strong sleep, which helped him relieve his body and mind. Now Palmer's face was much better than before.

Seeing Palmer wake up, Bologo cleared his throat, thought carefully, and spoke to him.

"Now there is good news, bad news, which one do you want to listen to first?"

Palmer took out his stomach and looked at Burlogo sleepily, "What's the good news."

"Good news, after the Order Bureau has formulated a plan, we will solve the problem of King Shingu, who Morrison cannot escape."

Palmer was a little more energetic, and he asked, "Where is the bad news?"

"The bad news is that you're put into the raid squad... To be precise, this is an suicide squad."

"ha?"

At this moment, Palmer changed back to his previous appearance, screaming endlessly. Although it was very noisy, it also surprised Bologo and felt relieved.

Bologo gradually realized one thing, and he was always deeply uneasy when he held the lives of others, but when he was holding Palmer's life, he could not feel the slightest pressure.

He didn't understand whether it was out of trust in Palmer and confidence in his own abilities, or whether he was desensitized about Palmer's danger.

"I'm ready..."

Bologo whispered in a low voice.

...

The sea of ​​fog in the large crack is always tumbling, as if there is no tranquility.

In the ruins of the Wuyuan Fortress, the Shadow King often waits for fishing. The round glass bottom has long collapsed under the indiscriminate destruction of Bologo. At this moment, it has been swallowed up by the deadly fog. It has invaded most of the Wuyuan Fortress, leaving very little space for the Shield Guards to move.

However... the King of the Shiwang Dunwei can't use that much space.

The terrifying thing about a high-level condensation person is that while distorting reality on a large scale, he can also produce terrible lethality to a low-level condensation person and ordinary people.

In the destruction led by Bologo, many ordinary soldiers fell into the collapsed ruins, and some stages of the Condenser were not spared. Bologo was like a siege hammer that had penetrated a fortress. He not only destroyed most of the buildings, but also killed most of the power of the King Shield Guard.

But it is just a low-level force. Judging from the current severe situation, as long as the high-level force of the King of Shield Guards is not damaged, they will still be extremely threatening, not to mention that there are devils and decay that will assist them.

The Shadow King sat silently on the ruins, and the interlaced steel bars and gravels just made his throne.

There were sounds of people walking and strange birds, as if a flock of birds had used the ruins as a nest, and the sound of flapping of wings overlapped, echoing in the narrow corridor, mixed into a terrifying and strange sound.

The clanging iron sound cut the noise like a sharp sword, and the silver knight in iron armor walked towards the Shadow King.

"They have blocked the big rift and we have no way out." Even in the face of such a dilemma, the voice of the third seat tried to keep its restraint.

Choosing to hide in the large rift is an extremely risky move. In the territory of the Order Bureau, they do not have to worry about the attack from the king's secret sword, but the price is that when the Order Bureau makes up its mind to cut off the abscesses on its body, the sheltered large rift will become their dead place.

All directions are blocked by the Order Bureau, and below is a terrifying abandoned place. Even if you can defeat the fourth group guarding here, the existence of the quiet defense line can still kill everyone's vitality.

This is a land soaked in the power of the devil, and even the winding path cannot unfold smoothly here. Therefore, the King of Shield Guards, even the means of leaving through the winding path, will be declared failure.

They seem to have no other ending except fighting to death.

"Is there no way out?" Shadow King's voice was deep, "Do you think the King's Secret Sword will join the hunting?"

The third seat was silent.

The Shadow King did not wait for his answer, but said to himself, "They will definitely join the hunting. Compared to the Order Bureau, I... the first person they hate more."

As if he was self-deprecating, he said, "Traitors are always more hateful than enemies, aren't they?"

"We can protect you from breaking through." The third seat said.

"What then? Keep living like this?"

As the Shadow King said, he took off the broken silver mask and slashed by Bologo. Shadow King simply repaired it. This silver mask witnessed his desperate time and perhaps also witnessed the death of Shadow King.

"Look at me, my old friend, see how I'm like."

Shadow King stood up with difficulty, then took off his black robe and showed his ugly posture completely in the third squad's eyes.

The second mat's face was like a mummy, the loose and falling skin was as stiff as leather, the eye sockets were deep and concave, and there was only turbid darkness. Time was used to waste his flesh and blood, giving him a face that only emerged in a nightmare.

Open your hands, the thin and slender hands and feet of the second mat are as tough as a tree trunk, but there is no longer any anger. Many incurable scars remain on it, revealing thin flesh and yellow bones.

"If anyone had this kind of injury, it would not have been possible for anyone to live for so long. It can be said that I should have died long ago. It was the power of the devil that has continued me to this day."

The second mat's voice was low and hoarse, like the tremolo of a dead tree, making an indecipherable language, as if it was a cold feeling coming from the corner of the sea breeze.

"But, my old friend, how long can such a blessing last?"

He strode towards the third mat, his steps lightly as if fallen leaves were blown up by the wind, and his dark eyes were filled with the breath of death, as if they would turn into dust anytime and anywhere.

The second seat came to the third seat. This was the first time in many years that the third seat had looked at his appearance carefully at such a close distance.

The clothes worn under the black robe have long been worn out, like ruins eroded by time, and their bodies are like a corpse buried deep under the earth, and have not seen the sun for decades. The dark light is filled with a desperate decay.

"I don't have time, old friend."

The second mat stretched out his hand and touched the iron armor of the third mat.

His nails were also as dry as dead trees, without any vitality, and were defeated in the endless struggle against time.

The second mat's hand passed through the iron armor.

No, it was the closed iron armor that opened.

Bologo destroyed one silver knight after another, but he had never seen the true body of the third seat... Many people had never seen the true body of the third seat.

Before the secret war began, the third seat was an extremely mysterious existence in the king's secret sword. He always appeared in the form of dominant objects to conceal the existence of his true body.

Few people know his true appearance, and even more detailed information. The only thing that can be revealed is that the third seat is not only a defender of the ruling school, but also has great achievements in alchemy and an alchemist who can create dominance for himself.

Since the split, most of the alchemy weapons used by the King of Shiwang were built by the third sire himself, and the same is true of the Silver Knight he dominated now.

The breastplate cracked to both sides, revealing the presence of the wrapped ones below it.

The second room looked at him sadly.

That thing occupied the entire space of the breastplate. It was a round ball of meat, with dark and moist skin and potholes on the surface. It was filled with sick dirt and filled with indescribable scent. It was like rotten meat was tied to one piece. The lesions continued to reproduce, showing dark patches, which made people disgusted when they saw it.
To be continued...