Chapter 907 Epilogue

Palmer went out to work. Seeing his dying expression when he left, it seems that Von has been training this guy a lot recently. Come to think of it, the war is approaching, even the Glory cannot avoid it. Von should also train Palmer well to deal with the dark future.

Blogo simply cleaned up the house, and then sat on the sofa with a blank face.

There is still some time before his vacation ends, and with the crisis of the abandoned land resolved, the fourth group was transferred to other positions. The huge Order Bureau is not in a hurry to use a small character like Blogo for the time being.

Boring.

For a man like Blogo who is full of action, the holiday is a time full of torture.

Blogo is a person who can't sit still. Once he is idle, he can't help thinking too much, digging out one trouble after another, repeatedly examining and torturing himself.

"Ah... What is this?"

In a low murmur, Blogo opened his manual, the "Origin Manual" that recorded all kinds of information collected by Blogo.

Now Blogo has opened two new chapters in this manual, one about the devil.

From all the observations during the battle, Blogo guessed that the essence of the devil should be the squirming tar, and the form they presented to humans was just a carrier for negotiation.

This dark tar reminded Blogo of the shadow in the etheric world, which should be the projection of the devil in the etheric world, and there should be some connection between them.

It seems that as long as he understands these connections and finds out the essence of tar, Blogo feels that he can take off the veil of the devil and see their true appearance.

Blogo is getting closer and closer to the truth.

Turning over this chapter, a new content appeared in front of Blogo.

"Who am I?"

The first thing that caught his eye was this line of big words.

For many years, Blogo has been troubled by who he is. At first, he thought he was a ghost from another world, but from Saqin's memory and King Solomon's words, Blogo found that the truth of the matter was not like this.

New World Plan

King Solomon tried to open up a new world to get rid of the shackles of the devils. To this end, he threw countless souls into the void. In the end, there was a naive newborn soul that brought back the memory and coordinates of that world.

Mammon noticed the strangeness of King Solomon. He didn't know what King Solomon was studying, but he still launched a surprise attack and disrupted everything. In the crisis, King Solomon naturally stuffed the soul into the soulless created by Sachin.

According to the information analysis in the soul echo, in order to avoid being chased by Mammon, King Solomon sent this finished product away from Raymond Gayton...

Bolog guessed that in the days to come, King Solomon continued his research until Mammon collected enough information and all the devils noticed the danger of King Solomon.

The Fall of the Holy City.

This is extremely grand and complicated information, but under Bolog's arrangement, everything became clear and simple.

Bolog knew the reason for everything, but he still had some...something he couldn't accept.

Unable to accept his own identity.

It feels like you wake up and become a cat. You can understand what happened, but you still feel confused about your identity.

Blogo left home. He walked aimlessly on the street, crossed the busy street, and came to a secluded park.

Looking at the green fields everywhere, Blogo suddenly realized that he had been in the city of oaths, Opus for so many years, and he had come to the park only a few times.

Sitting on a bench by the lake, Blogo continued to think.

Blogo thought of his parents in Redwood Town, and then thought of Saqin and Susie, and he recalled his memories of his "previous life".

A long time ago, Blogo realized that there was something wrong with his "previous life". He could recall fragments one by one, but he could never connect them into a complete life. It can even be said that Blogo didn't even know the name of his "previous life".

It was not a previous life, nor was it a time travel. It was just that the newborn soul was implanted with a memory that did not belong to him, so that he mistakenly believed that he had already spent his life.

From the beginning, Blogo's life was twisted. After knowing the truth, he felt that he should be sad at this moment, for Saqin, Susie, his parents in Redwood Town, and the whole Redwood Town...

Sad for the disappearance of all this.

But Blogo's heart was pale, and he couldn't raise any emotion. Perhaps Blogo had lived too long, so long that those memories seemed to Blogo to be looking at another person's life, and he couldn't empathize with them at all.

Then, a huge sadness captured Blogo.

Blogo raised his head hard and looked at the blue sky. He was sad for his indifference, sad for being so indifferent, and sad for being a cold-blooded person.

Sometimes Blogo couldn't understand why his life had become like this.

"Can I sit here?"

An old and vicissitudes of life voice sounded, and Blogo turned his head. It was an old man who was hunched over and leaned on a cane.

Bologo glanced at the benches along the lake. All the other seats were empty, but Bologo did not refuse. Instead, he nodded.

The old man sat down tremblingly. In the silence, he sometimes looked at the lake and sometimes at the sky. The old man thought he was hiding well, but Boluogo could notice that the old man always inadvertently put his gaze on It's like he's looking at himself.

"Can you do me a favor?" the old man asked.

"You said."

"Well... I made a bet with my friends, who of us can make friends with young people," the old man smiled, "I know, I don't understand what the young people are talking about at all, but you can pretend to talk to me. Are you happy?"

Boluogo felt that the old man in front of him was inexplicably interesting, and he agreed, "Okay."

"This city is so beautiful, isn't it?"

The old man easily blended into the conversation and asked, "Have you lived here long?"

"That's right, I've been working here for a while."

Boluogo thought for a moment, is this his fifth year of work? Or sixth year? Time always flies by so fast that by the time you realize it, it has already escaped.

"That's really good," the old man sighed as he looked at the tall buildings. "I've been here before decades ago, when this place was still a scorched ruin."

Boluogo's eyes were a little surprised, and he just listened to the old man continue to speak.

"That war, the endless war. Looking back now, I don't even know why I fought the war. Anyway, when I came back to my senses, everything changed."

The old man rambled on, "My hometown is gone, my familiar friends are gone, and even I myself have become beyond recognition..."

"Were you involved in the Scorch Fury?" Bologg asked.

"Yes," the old man smiled brightly at Boluogo, "I didn't expect that there are very few veterans still alive these days."

Boluogo really wanted to say that he was actually a member of the veterans, but the other party wouldn't believe him if he told him, and it was not necessary. As for there being very few... This is true. With the blessing of time, the soldiers who joined the army back then Each of them is considered a centenarian, and they are basically in the grave.

"Time is great."

The old man praised, "It turns the city into scorched earth, and it turns the scorched earth into a city. It dilutes all sadness and forgets the countless dead."

"It's just that some things cannot be erased by time."

Boluogo continued what the old man said, "You may forget it under the influence of time, but it will always remember you in the torrent of time, until the fateful moment arrives, like a gunshot, alerting you."

The old man fell silent, thoughtful, while Boluogo looked forward and suddenly said, "Your friends are all dead, and no one will bet on such boring things with you. What on earth are you asking me for?"

Seeing that his conspiracy was exposed, the old man was not embarrassed and just laughed hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking a lot before I came up with such a way to open the topic," the old man said, "I don't mean any harm, I just feel familiar with you."

"familiar?"

"Yes," the old man looked at Boluogo's profile, "you look very much like a comrade of mine when I was young."

Boluogo looked at the old man, and in his eyes, Boluogo could easily see the emotions that could not be hidden.

"he died?"

"Um."

"Is it related to you?"

"Probably...I feel very guilty about him."

The old man did not dare to look at Boluogo anymore and turned to look at the lake in front of him.

"I used to be a proud man, but later I discovered that I was a complete coward. I thought time would make me forget all this, but like you said, even if I forget it, it still remembers me."

The old man covered his face in pain, and Boluogo suddenly stretched out his hand, moved the old man's hand away, and looked at his bloodshot pupils.

This time Boluogo saw familiar marks on his cheeks that had been chopped by time.

Borogo recognized the old man, and then he laughed and murmured, "That's not a phantom."

"That was real, it was not a phantom..."

The old man didn't understand what was wrong with Boluogo, and only heard his laughter getting louder and louder.

Stopped abruptly.

Boluogo sat slumped on the bench, his thoughts still confused, but his eyes became clear.

"When you look back on the past, do you feel as if it's a lifetime ago?" Borogo asked, "As if it was not your own story, but someone else's."

The old man hesitated for a moment and then affirmed, "Yes."

"Like it's not me."

The old man said, and suddenly asked, "But isn't that myself?"

"Yeah, that's all part of our lives."

Boluogo suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand towards the old man as if to shake his hand.

"Don't think about the past, let what has happened happen, don't sink in the memory, but..."

Scenes of what had happened flashed before Boluogo's eyes, and he whispered.

"Do better."

do better!

The old man raised his hand in confusion and was grabbed by Bologna, who shouted to him happily.

"I forgive you, Dennis!"

Dennis was stunned for a moment, tears filling his eyes.

…

In the empty bedroom, a thin crack bloomed out of thin air, and then it was completely torn apart, forming a huge crack that ran through the courtyard. In the twisted space, a heavy stone slab smashed through the floor, shattered the glass coffee table, and stirred up a swirling airflow, messing everything up.

Leviathan walked out of the crack slowly, and then the winding crack closed. He sat on Blogo's sofa with a swagger, raised his feet, and looked at the stone slab he brought back from the ether world.

The beginning of the scroll.

Leviathan lifted the golden mask on his helmet. The moment the dark particles came into contact with the outside world, a repulsive force from the material world suppressed him. He did not resist, but just looked at the long-faded scroll on the stone slab.

"Before everything started, a group of naive children saw guests from the sky in the depths of the forest."

Leviathan suddenly talked to himself.

"The guest said, I can fulfill one of your wishes, but this requires you to exchange your most precious things.

The first child said that he wanted supreme power.

The guest said that even with supreme power, you will still die.

The second child wanted absolute violence, so that he could defeat those who bullied him, and even power could be obtained from the sword.

The guest asked him in return, there are always some things that cannot be obtained by swords, such as life.

For this reason, the third child said that he wanted to obtain the power of usurpation, so that he could usurp power, violence, and life from others.

The guest asked him, when you take everything away, will you be satisfied?

The fourth child, the fifth, the sixth...

The children made one wish after another, but they were all refuted by the guest one by one, as if there was no perfect wish in this world.

So the guest said..."

Leviathan closed his eyes, as if he could hear what the guest said at that time, the cold and emotionless tone.

"Then I will give you my power to fulfill wishes."

When Leviathan opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the broken coffee table, reaching out to touch the cold stone slab. He looked at the end of the stone slab, the ending of the scroll.

"The children said, guests from heaven, just take these things.

So the guest got what he wanted, but then the guest discovered that there was still a child who had not made a wish. He just stood there and cried non-stop.

The guest asked him why he was crying, and the child said that he was sad about what his blood relatives had done and despaired about the dark fate that the world would bear.

The guest asked him, what is your wish, child? He thought for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, and made his own wish to the guest."

Leviathan's fingertips stroked the faded and blurred figure, and the child's voice echoed in his ears.

"He made a wish and gained the power to end the sins of his blood relatives."

Countless pictures interspersed and retraced in Leviathan's mind, and thousands of thoughts collided and burned with each other.

Leviathan's figure began to wriggle, turning into a dark school of fish and disappearing on the spot, leaving only the rumbling words echoing.

He said.

"So the eighth man dedicated himself and sprinkled the fireworks against the devil into the world.

Scholars named this picked up fireworks - Alchemical Matrix."