Chapter 888 Over the Wall

"Did you eat her? Or did she eat you?"

"Overlap? What do you mean by overlap, the overlap of the material body and the energy body?"

"Wow, that's really interesting. I haven't recorded anything like this in my database."

"Can I touch it?"

"Can you let me overlap it?"

"Can I? Can I?"

Berogo sighed helplessly... He couldn't remember how many times he sighed. The Freyas surrounded him tightly, looking around, and touching him with their hands.

They didn't have any bad intentions, they were just too curious. If the situation wasn't limited, the Freyas might have suggested dismantling themselves. After all, they were undead, and missing arms and legs wasn't a big problem.

"Is this a common trait among scholars?" Berogo couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"Probably."

This time, Berogo's complaints were no longer to himself. Amy's response came to his mind. She couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the Freyas, but fortunately, Berogo took it for her.

"It is said that many scholars will lose their humanity to a certain extent after their research."

Aimu's voice was a bit mysterious, like telling a scary ghost story.

"I can understand."

Under the guidance of Freya, Blogo strode forward. On the surface, he looked extremely serious and solemn, but only he and Aimu knew that they were having a good chat in their minds.

"Scholars often need to invest a lot of time and energy in their research, which to a large extent will make them ignore their personal emotions and needs," Blogo talked about his own views, "indulging in it, ignoring socializing with others, and even communicating with their own hearts, which leads to a weakening of the connection with human nature."

"Lonely, out of touch with society, and reduced ability to express interpersonal relationships and emotions."

Aimu responded to Blogo's words. She felt like she was awakened by Blogo. She had seen many similar situations in the sublimation furnace core.

The path of scholars seemed to be distorting human nature bit by bit, turning them into freaks one after another.

"More than that."

Blogo continued to explain, his views were clear and his words were cautious, just like a scholar.

"In the process of research and seeking truth, the requirements of rigor and objectivity will cause scholars to be too calm and rational, ignoring emotions and subjective experiences. They pay too much attention to data, facts and theories, and ignore people's emotions, values ​​and emotional needs, which makes their research lack emotional color and is out of touch with the complexity and diversity of human nature."

"Wow." Amy was surprised.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just feel that this is not something you can say," Amy thought for a while, "You are a field staff, not a psychologist."

"It's just that I spent some time to understand this aspect." Bolog said.

"Why?"

"Maybe there are too many examples around me, which makes me feel confused," Blogo continued, "Discover problems, recognize problems, and solve problems."

Aimu commented, "It sounds like it really fits your pragmatism."

Blogo paused, and then said, "Tieda, Mamo, and Freya I met not long ago, I mean the real Freya, they are all scholars, and they have all fallen into a kind of morbid fanaticism because of their own research. I want to understand them and find a solution."

"Haven't you solved these problems?" Aimu asked.

"That's not the solution I want," Blogo thought for a while and added, "That's just the victory of swords and violence. What I want is to solve this problem from their psychological perspective."

"Wow, you actually care about their mental state," Aimu didn't know what to say for a while, and said dryly, "Really considerate, Blogo."

"You are also half a scholar...maybe it's even more complicated. You don't want me to solve the problem with a sword when you lose control one day, right?" Blogo said suddenly.

"Ah?"

Berogo ignored Amy's reaction. He glanced at the Freyas beside him and continued.

"It's okay if it's just the lack of individual emotions. Many scholars ignore ethical and moral considerations in the process of pursuing research results and academic status. They may sacrifice the rights and interests of others or do whatever it takes to achieve their goals."

Berogo's voice became stern, "Humanity and moral bottom line have completely fallen."

Amy fell silent. After hesitating for a while, she whispered, "But sometimes, this is necessary."

Berogo did not refute her, but his voice became a little weak, "Yes, sometimes abandoning humanity is for greater good."

"Does this make you feel confused?"

"A little bit," Berogo said, "so I've been reading some philosophy books recently."

"What have you gained?"

"Gain? I've been sleeping well recently."

"Haha."

Compared to before, Berogo has indeed become more humorous, and the serious topic has become relaxed.

"I saw this argument in a book," Blogo said slowly after laughing, "According to the book, those fanatical scholars did not abandon their humanity, but they no longer loved people."

"No longer... love people?"

"Yes, they no longer love people, no longer love a tiny individual, but love all mankind in a macro sense," said Blogo. "For the progress of all mankind, the pain of individuals can be sacrificed, and for this they are willing to sacrifice themselves... They themselves are also tiny individuals.

It's like a fanatical sacrifice, using themselves as firewood to fill and burn the fire called humanity."

"They fell in love with people in an abstract sense, not in real life." Amy whispered.

"For all mankind."

Blogo repeated what he had said before, and when he mentioned it again, he felt particularly heavy.

"When I learned this, I suddenly understood the thoughts of these lunatics," Blogo said self-deprecatingly, "I always thought that I might be fighting for all mankind, but to be honest, I only know a few people, and all mankind is too grand and ethereal to me. What really drives me is the individuals around me.

But I can understand them, and understand their fanatical and almost crazy behaviors."

Aimu sorted out his words and said in a joking tone, "It sounds like the greatest scholar will also be the guy who loves all mankind the most? There is no personal relationship, no longer any individual, and even no one cares about himself. A kind of dedication that is almost like a savior, with only all mankind in his eyes."

Not loving people, but loving all mankind.

Aimu suddenly thought of her and Blogo's next action, the ruins they were about to arrive at, and she couldn't help but whispered, "Then what about King Solomon? Is he such a person?"

Blogo was stunned by her question. According to the descriptions of the two, King Solomon undoubtedly fully met all of these requirements.

"Who knows?" Without waiting for Blogo's answer, Amy said mischievously, "Anyway, he's dead, and he's been dead for so many years, even the ruins of the Holy City will disappear completely."

When mentioning this, Amy became a little sad. She had also glimpsed the remains of the Holy City from afar in the abandoned land.

It was a charming ruin.

Unfortunately, even this broken beauty will disappear.

"King Solomon..."

Blogo thought about it and remembered the purpose of this trip, to recycle King Solomon's legacy as much as possible, and then he remembered the existing technologies that had been used.

Everyone.

Blogo's heart suddenly turned cold, and this reaction also linked to Amy's senses. She clearly realized that Blogo's condition was not right.

"Maybe... maybe King Solomon is really such a person, loving all mankind and ignoring all individuals, including himself."

Blogo commented on King Solomon in this way, with a firm tone, as if he had known him before.

The crowd, the gathering of all people's will, is a huge consciousness cluster, isn't this a crazy act for all mankind?

In this united will, there is no longer any individual or not, there are only parts, and computing units combined together.

Gather the power of the crowd.

Blogo felt an inexplicable dizziness. He had never seen King Solomon, but in an instant, it was as if he had crossed time and space and had a deep understanding of him.

"Why are you so sure?" Amy asked.

"As Irving said, the work is a reflection of the author's personality, so the creation of the scholar should also reflect part of the scholar's thoughts," Blogo took Amy as an example, "For example, you, your existence is a reflection of Teda, a reflection of his distorted love."

Blogo quickened his pace a bit, he was a little impatient to go deep into the sacred city, wanting to find clues about King Solomon from the dusty ruins.

For this person who existed in the past and had a significant impact on the changes in the entire world line, Blogo was eager to piece together his true appearance from the broken fragments.

Amy no longer said anything. She was also troubled by a question, which was what Blogo proposed, love and love for all mankind.

In Blogo's cognition, the two are like the two ends of a scale, either one side is high or the other side is low. They seem to be contradictory. When you love all mankind, you will inevitably ignore the existence of individuals, and when you are obsessed with individuals, you will often be indifferent to the survival of all mankind.

Amy felt that the two should not be contradictory, but complementary.

She felt that she might be a greedy guy, and both individuals and all mankind should be saved.

But Amy didn't know how to tell Blogo about these. Some questions were not even clear to the questioner.

There will always be a day to figure it out.

"Are you whispering?"

Suddenly, a voice cut in from the outside like thunder, and Blogo and Amy were interrupted by it forcefully. Only then did they wake up from their conversation and thinking with each other.

Freya surrounded them, each with a strange expression on her face and eyes full of disgust.

"Were you listening to me just now?" Freya asked again.

"Did you say anything just now?" Bologo asked blankly.

Freya was stunned for a moment, and like a chain reaction, other Freyas also made the same reaction, and then everyone kicked Bologo's calf in unison.

"Start working immediately, be serious!"

"Okay, okay!"

Bologo grimaced in pain, focusing on what was in front of him, following rows of Freyas, crossing the boundary of the gate and arriving in the ruins area.

After Freya and the others took over the ruins area again, with the help of the Bureau of Order, the ruins area, which was originally prone to chaos and disorder, is returning to normalcy little by little.

This is a huge project that may not be completed within a few years, but due to priority requirements, Freya has taken the lead in clearing a road to the containment area.

Being in the ruins area, Boluogo found that there was still a certain distortion in the visible space. Neat and smooth cubes were randomly arranged. Debris such as bookshelves, tables and chairs were suspended in mid-air, and the stairs spiraled up. But in the At the end is a dead end... Similar distortions can be seen everywhere, but at least this time there are no longer those faceless staff, replaced by busy Freyas.

Countless Freyas are busy here. They are like hard-working worker ants, repairing the ruined area. The method of repair is also very simple in Boluogo's opinion. Just like the decoration workers, they smash out the deformed places and And cement, lime and so on.

"Ha ha!"

There was a burst of laughter in his mind, and Boluogo responded without changing his face, "Did you hear that?"

"What do you think?"

Boluogo pursed his lips helplessly, and then Aimu said again, "You'd better not let them find out."

"I know I know."

Boluogo said it was simple, but Freya's work is much more complicated than this.

"The safe zone is now being expanded little by little," Freya explained along the way, like a tour guide. "After a while, the Forge Volcano should be able to be brought back under control."

"Safe area? In other words, are there any unsafe areas?" Bologo asked.

"how to say……"

Freya was silent for a moment. The previous common experience in the ruins area made her clearly realize that from a scholar's level of knowledge, Boluogo was illiterate.

So Freya needed a way that Boluo Ge could understand to explain all this to him.

"The will to control the ruined area has not changed from the beginning to the end. It is all controlled by 'Foliya'."

Freya spoke carefully, and it seemed that she had really worked hard to make Bologg understand. "With your help, I became the will here, but the relationship between me and her It’s not about one party killing the other, it’s about optimization and change.”

Old Freya passed away and little Freya took office. Bologo probably understood what she meant.

"The old Freya from before, she was caught in a self-conflict, and due to her obsession, she created a lot of redundancy, which even affected her calculations and control. As a backup, you became her in an emergency. The next iteration.”

"Absolutely," Freya said, "but it takes time to copy the consciousness, let the consciousness completely replace all authority, and it also takes time to completely recover the lost ground."

"Are there still many consciousnesses of the previous generation that are still resisting?" Bologo asked.

"It's not a conscious body, it's just a distorted product of the degradation of the conscious body. After the containment area fell, many troublesome things escaped," Freya continued, "After testing, the influence of the extraordinary disaster and the upside-down world has disappeared. Yes, that’s a good thing.”

"There must be bad news, right?" Bologg guessed.

"There are many living objects in the containment area. Some of them died in accidents after the ruins fell, and some survived tenaciously. According to my tests, some of them are hiding in dangerous areas, but don't worry, I The suspicious areas have been gradually sealed off, and it is only a matter of time before they are contained again.”

"What about the other part?"

"That's the problem. I speculate that the other part of the living body container arrived in the Holy City along the secret passage to avoid danger."

Freya's words shocked Bologg, followed by suspicion, "Are you sure?"

"It's just a guess, but it's not impossible," Freya said. "We successfully advanced to the secret passage in the containment area a few days ago, but the door there has been damaged. It seems that it has self-propelled in the long-term space distortion. It's broken... probably the scholars who designed it didn't expect that this place would one day fall."

Freya did not avoid elaborating on this slightly sad topic, "There were many traces left in front of the damaged gate. After identification by Crow's Nest, they speculated that a living body had entered and exited the gate."

"Good news, the Holy City...or in other words, the danger of Raymond Gaiton is far greater than that of the ruins area. Those living bodies may have been burned to ashes by the light." Freya tried to comfort Boluogo.

"But the bad news is, if they gain a foothold in it, it adds another element of risk to your trip."

Freya observed Boluogo's expression as she spoke. Boluogo let out a long sigh. Although he frowned, judging from his expression and reaction, all this was within the acceptable range.

"I'm not worried about those living bodies," Bologo said, "I'm worried about the legacy of Raymond Gayton, the legacy of King Solomon. In one of their inadvertent actions, they may have destroyed a monument that could change the world. Great technology.”

Thinking of this, Boluogo felt even more irritated, "What does the decision-making room think about those living bodies?"

When it comes to the decision-making room, Bologo's mood becomes more complicated.

There was some kind of deal between the first-generation director Albert and Leviathan, and he might be a part of their deal, and this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that in a sense Albert did not die.

From a physiological point of view, Albert's body has long since rotted into dust, but a copy of his consciousness still exists among everyone, controlling everyone behind the scenes.

“Love people and love humanity.”

Boluogo couldn't help repeating this sentence in his heart. From this point of view, Albert must have loved all mankind very much, so much that he didn't care about his own existence at all, and only moved forward for some unknown purpose.

"What the decision-making room means is that recycling heritage is the highest priority, and under this priority, you can deal with them however you want."

Freya did not elaborate. In her opinion, the meaning of the decision-making room was very clear - execution on the spot.

"Is there a list?" Borlog asked.

Different from some weird contracted objects and taboo alchemical weapons, in the Bureau of Order's classification, living contained objects mostly refer to out-of-control alchemical creatures.

They have extremely terrifying and uncontrollable power, but because of the preciousness of their samples, they are not suitable for being held in a dark prison or treated harmlessly, so they are included in the containment area.

"No, too many things happened in the middle, and a lot of important information was lost." Freya shook her head.

"ok, I get it."

Passing through one slightly twisted area after another, under strict protection, Bologo arrived at the starting point of this operation.

A gate stands at the end of the field of vision, heavy and simple, as if it is a solemn guardian.

"Gate to the Old World."

Boluogo sighed. This was the name given by the Bureau of Order to this gate. It isolated the holy city of Raymond, and also brought an end to the great era created by King Solomon.

The Gate of the Old World was built through countless castings and forgings of molten iron. Its various values ​​are extremely astonishing. It is as thick as a solid city wall. The iron surface is mottled and hard, with a hint of chill, which makes people feel a sense of chill. A heavy sense of oppression.

However, the ravages of time have severely damaged the integrity of the Old World Gate. The surface of the gate is covered with cracks and gaps, like a fragile piece of paper that may be broken at any time by the wind and sun.

The cracks are intertwined, like faults in the earth's crust. Through these cracks, you can see the deep darkness inside. Among the cracks and gaps, some places have collapsed, forming uneven gaps, and sharp iron thorns remain on the broken edges. , as if it had suffered a huge impact.

The door was surrounded by "No Passage" warning signs, placed haphazardly and in a mess. The color of the warning signs has long faded, the text is blurred, and they have lost their original deterrence. Some warning signs were hit by unknown force, tilted, bent or even broken, like a group of helpless birds, forced to pile up. The door feebly protested against its existence.

Behind the door was a turbid darkness. Bologg was not afraid of it, but felt very familiar. That was exactly what he saw after opening the winding path.

After checking his equipment one last time and making sure there was nothing wrong with it, Boluogo asked in his heart.

"Are you ready?"

Aimu did not respond to Boluogo, but Boluogo could feel the abundant ether continuously blessing him. His blue eyes glowed slightly, and a golden ring rose up next to his pupils.

The ether soared, and the alchemical matrix burned with it.

Freya on the side noticed this, and she stared blankly at those magnificent eyes, as if gems were set in Boluogo's eyes.

"Time is urgent, I must get ahead of the enemy."

Boluogo said seriously that this operation was not like the time in the ruins area where he could wander aimlessly.

"Come on," Freya gave a thumbs up to Bologo, "Do your best. As for the enemy, there is a decision-making room to deal with it."

"good."

Boluogo stopped talking nonsense and took a deep breath. The glow of the alchemical matrix spread across his body. The next moment he jumped out like a meteor and plunged into the darkness of the Gate of the Old World without causing any ripples.

In the twisting and changing sense of detachment, Boluogo felt as if he had sunk into the sea, and was being carried and swept by an ocean current.

Boluogo didn't feel panic. Anyway, he felt excited about returning to his homeland. After all, a long time ago, Boluogo's fate turned around under that high wall.

After countless experiences, Boluogo finally crossed the high wall.