Endless Debt

Under the crowds of flowers, singing and dancing, Boluogo deeply felt everyone's concern for him. While winking at Palmer, he reluctantly smiled and accepted everyone's kindness.

This feeling was too bad. Boluogo couldn't explain to everyone why he committed suicide. He couldn't tell them that the damn devil was hiding in the afterlife and the void?

impossible.

No one said this to Boluogo, but he vaguely felt that he should not tell other people these secrets, as if once the words were spoken, some kind of disaster would happen.

For example...a glimpse of some kind of power.

From the conversation with the astronaut, Bologo could sense that even as the embodiment of the power of rules and the omnipotent devil, the astronaut was still deliberately avoiding something.

Some kind of existence approaching "omniscience and omnipotence"?

Once Bologo told some stories that were supposed to be kept secret, it would attract the attention of that being, and for this reason the astronaut did not even want to reveal his identity.

Who could he be?

Is it another demon that is more powerful and hostile to the astronauts? Or... the master of the devils?

Bologg couldn't understand these things. He knew very little about the astronauts and the huge conspiracy he planned. Bologg felt that he needed to find someone to talk to.

Slowly closing his eyes, Boluogo leaned on the head of the bed with a serious expression, seeming to be thinking deeply about something.

Others were still crowded in the hospital bed, discussing on the one hand Bologo's poor mental state, and on the other hand how to help Bologo relieve his inner depression.

Amid the commotion, Aimu was the first person to notice the abnormality of Boluogo. The cyan light track glowed dazzlingly on the body surface, and the arc of light continued to rise and fall with his breathing.

"Bologo..."

Aimu called softly, and she suddenly realized that everyone was confused by Boluogo's crazy suicide move, completely forgetting that Boluogo had just completed his promotion.

Deep in Boluogo's heart, on top of the void soul, the seed took root and sprouted. It has extended out of the main trunk. Driven by the promotion ceremony, small branches extended from the main trunk. They grew randomly and supported the soul. of grandeur.

At first, there were just some weak ether fluctuations, and then more and more ethers gathered together and weaved into streams. Many streams gathered into big rivers and went straight into the vast ocean.

The ether rose like a sea tide, condensing into a visible entity around Boluogo, and then the arc light jumped.

Everyone's movements stopped and they all watched Boluogo's changes.

At this moment, Boluogo is releasing a large amount of ether. The extremely concentrated ether spreads and rolls, and has a preliminary entity. The condensed glow is constantly swaying like fireworks.

Boluogo looked at his palm and witnessed the burning of the fireworks. He waved his hand gently, and the green fireworks in his hand spread rapidly, passing through the surrounding materials in the blink of an eye, covering the entire ward.

Aimu turned his head and observed the entire ward. There were cyan fireworks, and the place where the flames burned was covered with cyan light tracks, which were the extension of Boluogo's alchemy matrix.

Hart was a little scared when he saw the fireworks. The hair on his body was most afraid of flames. But after a brief panic, he realized that these fireworks were not hot and had no temperature. They just looked like flames, even the most. Basic burning substances can't do it either.

"Ether fireworks," Bailey whispered, reaching out to touch the flames, "This is an ether phenomenon. When the concentration of ether reaches a certain threshold, the void ether will become visible, and most of them will appear dazzling. Light, when combined together, will create a flame-like effect."

This is not a flame in the true sense, but the embodiment of ether, just like the ether arc that people often see, and the origin school, the ether sword that embodies and fights ether.

"Go on." Bailey signaled.

No need for Bailey to say anything, Boluogo was ready to continue. He slowly clenched his fist, and the next moment the material covered by the fireworks began to change violently.

As if you were in a living room, the smooth walls began to change rapidly, and neat cracks appeared in them. They turned into countless squares, intertwined and reorganized, and steel bars running through the cement could be seen in the cracks. The cross-section is neat, like a huge Rubik's cube.

The hospital bed under Boluoge also began to change. Under the burning fire, all the structures began to break and change. They gently lifted Boluogo, and the step stones floated, gently. Catch the ball of Bologo's foot.

Bologg was strolling around, and more stones rose up to form a disk under him. Bologg didn't even need to move himself, just under the drag of the disk, he turned around and faced wall on one side.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the entire wall began to break, like the fading squares, which intertwined one after another, opening a path to the garden.

"No more 'reach' restrictions?"

Palmer's expression became serious. As Borogo's partner, he knew the nature of Borogo's secret power very well. The Secret Power: Hand of Recruitment is a very practical secret power, but its biggest flaw is that it needs to be touched. Substance can be effective.

Now Boluogo has broken this restriction, and relying on the diffused ether, he can control matter far away from himself.

Unfortunately, Palmer's seriousness did not last long. He murmured in his mind, Boluogo has demolished this ward. Will the people from the border nursing home come here soon?

Rubbles were flying around Boluogo. Suddenly Boluogo turned around and looked at Palmer. He flicked his fingers and the rocks quickly hit Palmer, but before he could get close to him. Momentarily, Shi Kuai was affected by another force. Its flight trajectory began to twist and hit the ground in front of Palmer.

The glimmer in Palmer's eyes faded, and at the same time the green light in Bologg's eyes also dissipated, and the gravel floating around him lost its support and fell one after another.

Under the warm light, Boluogo lowered his head and crossed his chest, as if he was deep in thought about something. His thoughts extended all the way along with the branches growing above the soul. Boluogo imagined what the end of this road would look like.

The appearance of Silin Kogardel.

The black soldiers fighting on the chessboard appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes, crossing layers of defense lines and fighting to the bottom line.

If you reach a higher level, reach the bottom line, and complete the "upgrade"...

"Does the power I possess also come from your plan?"

Boluogo murmured in a low voice. As his understanding of the world gradually deepened, the broken mysteries were pieced together bit by bit, revealing the truth under the wind and sand of the past one by one before his eyes.

At this moment, the path of promotion is the ancient path of polarization. The nature of Bologo's secret energy itself has been further strengthened. And under the more extreme "narrow" tendency, Bologo can clearly realize that he can carry out more Sophisticated and complex controls.

The restriction of "palm touch" has been broken. Now Bologo can release his own ether. The high concentration of ether will form a flame-like effect, and the substances touched by the flame will be under Bologo's control.

Boluogo looked at the ward that had been distorted by himself. Now it was beyond recognition, with raised squares everywhere, like an avant-garde design work of art.

Raising his arms and slowly opening his palms, Boluogo released his secret energy again. The ether spread from the alchemy matrix like a diffuse smoke, but its expansion speed was much faster than the smoke.

Green fireworks ignited from Boluogo's arm, and then quickly climbed into the room, sweeping across the crooked hospital beds. They began to decompose and reconstruct. Boluogo separated the metals and discarded the impurities.

As the fireworks burned, the deformed metal slowly rose. It broke free from the constraints of gravity and was completely dominated by the ether.

Boluogo waved to it, and it quickly fell into Boluogo's hand, holding the metal tightly. In the burning fireworks, it seemed as if countless invisible heavy hammers fell, slamming the metal, shaping it into a A long and slender sword.

In the heavy firelight, Boluogo felt like a blacksmith, smelting steel with ether.

"The flames of the cauldron."

Boluogo named this secret energy that had undergone qualitative transformation after this.