Boluogo's shout was like a supreme iron law, and as the mark of the staff and sword was displayed in the eyes of all Freya, the Freyas who were approaching manically, like legions, suddenly stopped, and their eyes were completely captivated.

The brand of the staff and sword attracted him, and for the first time, a different emotion appeared on his cold face.

Confused, puzzled, confused, surprised...

At this moment, they were like living people, showing various emotions. They hesitated on the spot and did not attack rashly.

Boluogo couldn't help but take a deep breath. He made the right bet.

There is a strict division of authority within the Bureau of Order. Facing Freya and the others who have gathered all the power in the ruined area, Boluogo has to bet that there is still a certain underlying logic from the settlement in the ruined area.

Before the Xilin invasion, the collapse of the ruined area, and Freya's cloned consciousness, the ruined area was under the control of the Kenshi. This series of emergencies and distortions may have led to the interruption of the connection between the ruined area and the main body of the Kenshi, and thus

Out of control.

But no matter how out of control, Freya covered it with her own consciousness, Boluogo felt that there would always be the slightest trace. As long as there was this glimmer of hope, then he would have the authority from the decision-making room to override them.

The power above.

"Decision room?"

"It is indeed the will of the decision-making room."

"But...but..."

"But we are the decision-making room."

"If we are the decision-making room, what is he?"

The low voice of conversation sounded between Freya and the others. Their logic seemed to be wrong, and they could not figure out the current situation until a voice sounded.

"Quiet."

The crowd parted, and a stooped old Freya came out. Her arrival caused all Freya to stop talking, and only absolute silence lingered between them.

"The reclamation room has been destroyed, and the decision-making room has also collapsed."

She said coldly, "Here, we are the only pure land, the continuation of the Bureau of Order."

Old Freya seemed to have the highest decision-making will among the Freyas. With her words, all the eyes of Freya became cold again, and the manic ether rose like fire and approached again.

"Should I say it was expected?"

Boluogo glanced at the old Freya, and then at the little Freya wrapped in the snake's scale liquid.

"You have complete self-awareness, you are not so paranoid and neurotic, and you seem to be very kind," Bologo commented simply. "If the copy mutant of the conscious body can produce a positive distortion like you, then it will copy and distort.

It’s normal for a bad Freya to be overly paranoid, irritable, and possess a pathological desire for control.”

There is a good Freya and a bad Freya.

Little Freya didn't know Boluogo's plan, but she could clearly sense that the situation, which had been finally reversed, seemed to have returned to the enemy's side.

"You should have something else to do, right?" Little Freya whispered, "There must be something else, right?"

If possible, who wants to die? Now Boluogo is little Freya's only hope.

"Yes, but this requires your help," Boluogo added. "After all, you are the one who wants to give birth, right?"

Boluogo's expression became furious, and his voice was filled with a sense of harshness. He grabbed the Sawaxe and Grudge, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Remember, Freya, never place your destiny in the hands of others... Whatever you want, you have to get it yourself."

Little Freya nodded as if she understood something, and got ready. Then Bologg strode forward, and he roared again.

"I am Borogo Lazarus, Operations Specialist appointed by the Decision Room."

There was obviously only one person in Boluogo, but his momentum was like an army, and he was not afraid of the hordes of Freyas at all.

"Staff Freya Bradley, I suspect that you have developed cognitive distortions, and now you are no longer capable of performing your duties."

Bologg stopped within the extreme fighting distance from Freya, and his dark resentment was directed at old Freya.

"In the name of the decision-making room, I ask you to resign immediately."

Freya and the others fell silent. From their perspective, a terrifying evil spirit was giving orders to them, and he did have the authority of the decision-making room, but... But many years ago, just like Old Freya,

Just as Liya said, the farming office collapsed and the decision-making room also collapsed.

In the "history" known by Freya, as early as the invasion of Xilin, the main body of the settlement had been destroyed, leaving only the ruined area where they were standing.

"How sad."

Boluogo looked at the Freyas who were whispering among each other, and his heart couldn't help but become heavy.

Freya divided themselves into countless employees, and in the long days they still pretended that the Bureau of Order was still running. Like a ridiculous play house, they divided different functions and also

It has its own decision-making room.

The two orders conflicted, some Freya's expressions became painful, their logics conflicted, and they didn't know what to do.

"No……"

Old Freya spoke again. She shook her head and rejected Boluogo's words.

"This is the only farmhouse left...it must stand."

Negotiations failed.

Boluogo sighed helplessly. To be honest, it was difficult for him to have any anger and resentment towards this group of sick Freya. They were like half ghosts, trapped in the ruins area, trapped in the area where Xilin invaded.

day.

Under the influence of the extraordinary disaster and the upside-down world, all existences other than themselves were regarded as monsters by them. In the world Freya knew, the whole world had been destroyed and turned into a hell where monsters were rampant.

They are left holding on to the last fortress.

It seemed that no one was at fault. This was what made Boluogo feel most powerless. He couldn't even find a suitable target to vent his anger.

"Get ready, Freya," Bologg said, "the decisive battle is about to begin."

"Huh? Final battle?"

"Don't you see?" Bologo realized that little Freya was simply stupid, "The negotiation has broken down."

After saying that, a wave of ether came towards him, and the diamond-shaped shields quickly gathered in front of Boluogo, like a reef, separating the roaring air waves.

"They are completely affected by cognitive distortions and cannot reason at all," Bologo continued. "Fortunately, I am not very good at reasoning either."

"Then what should we do?" Little Freya glanced nervously between Boluogo and Freya.

"It's very simple. Conquer her and then talk to me about it with someone who can be reasonable."

Boluogo suggested, "Are you interested in promotion? Freya."

"ah!"

Just when Freya was about to express her surprise, Bologg suddenly jumped out, and her voice was stretched infinitely, sounding like a scream.

Since Freya's consciousness is constantly replicating to assume different functions in the ruined area, there is always one who is the leader of all Freyas. What Bologo has to do is to kill that leader and let little Freya take her place.

Old Freya's figure continued to enlarge in Boluogo's field of vision. Looking at Boluogo who was charging at high speed, Old Freya showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

In her opinion, Boluogo is committing suicide. He is trying to fight against the entire ruined area. If Boluogo is a glorious person like Xilin, Old Freya must be afraid, but Boluogo is just a negative person.

Powerful person.

There is nothing to fear.

In an instant, thousands of ethers surged up, and the high-concentration ether condensed together, and even golden raindrops precipitated in mid-air. Then, strands of electric current bounced between the raindrops, bursting out into dazzling arcs, intersecting.

, the surrounding air was instantly heated, and dazzling fire appeared out of thin air amidst the roaring thunder.

The wave of elements hit us head-on, like a rapidly advancing wall. All materials along the way were turned into powder, and even the entire corridor was cut off. Huge cracks opened, revealing the deep void.

The whistling air flow was like a sharp knife wrapped around it, and it scratched Boluogo's face, leaving long and thin blood marks. Boluogo did not retreat, but instead faced the wave straight as if he was seeking death.

The two ether reactions came into contact, and a roaring explosion followed. Among the ripples, one could see through the bright light of the explosion that Boluogo's figure quickly became thinner. He seemed to have been struck by high intensity.

As if the ether evaporated, most of his body was lost.

But in this hopeless death, a wave of unyielding and angry words echoed.

"Kill her!"

The violent voice reached everyone's ears clearly.

Freya and the others were puzzled for a while, and then realized that the voice came from Bologo, the core of the ether wave.

"Kill her...kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Boluogo seemed to be in a daze, and his bloodthirsty words echoed repeatedly, until a blood-stained head struggled to find its way out of the wave. His scarlet eyes stared at Old Freya, as if he wanted to kill her.

It's like it's etched into the eyes.

The violent thoughts grew wildly, until this thought completely filled Boluogo's mind, and there was no longer any other noise.

As if time had stagnated, the surging ether wave suddenly froze for a moment, and then it began to collapse inward. Thousands of ether surged toward the center, as if an ether hole appeared there, convolutional and engulfing.

A whirlpool of endless ether.
To be continued...