Palr was silent for a mont, looking at Bologue. Finally, a familiar smile appeared on his stiff face. He joked, "You won’t make go alone, will you?"
Bologue was taken aback, showing a helpless smile.
It seed that although Palr hadn’t reverted to his usual self, he had sowhat regained his rationality. He wasn’t becoming obsessive or crazy. Seeing his partner getting better, Bologue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Church is my friend too, and this is my revenge as well. Naturally, I won’t let you go alone," Bologue continued, "But I will leave the final judgnt to you. Is that enough?"
"It’s enough." Palr nodded, extrely satisfied with this.
"So, have you cald down?" Bologue asked.
"I’m not sure," Palr said with a complex tone. "My emotions have certainly stabilized a lot compared to before, but as soon as I close my eyes, I feel an uncontrollable rage."
Church’s face appeared once again in Palr’s mind, "I always thought he was deceiving ."
"But he wasn’t lying to you. He really did face you with his true self."
"Yeah... it’s both shocking and delightful."
Palr said softly, "I’ve always doubted whether Church ever really considered a friend, given that he was full of lies."
"He even fooled Afeiya, but he never fooled ..."
Palr clenched his fists, raised his head to look at Bologue, and suddenly said, "Sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?" Bologue was puzzled.
"For a while, I always thought you were crazy. You committed so many atrocities for Adelle’s revenge that sotis I could hardly bear it... Now I understand you, Bologue."
Palr murmured, "Is this empathy?"
Bologue had no reaction to this. As for Adelle’s matter, with the blood, death, and passage of ti, Bologue could already face it calmly.
Taking a disc from the cabinet, Bologue turned on the TV. In the dim light, their faces were illuminated.
"What’s this?" Palr asked.
"The sequel to ’Fork Murderer,’ just released the day before yesterday, but you weren’t ho. I thought enjoying it alone might be a bit selfish."
Watching a movie alone is a form of enjoynt, but it can also be a bit dull.
Palr thought for a mont, then got up and went to the kitchen. He brought two cups, a large bottle of orange juice, and a few bags of potato chips.
Bologue put his feet up on the coffee table, took the cup Palr handed him, and sipped the orange juice. At that mont, on the TV screen, a guy mysteriously entered a back alley and, with one jab, pierced soone’s eyeball with a fork.
...
Just as Bologue and Palr enjoyed the movie, winds were swirling in the Great Rift. Countless figures moved through the Sea of Mist, looking at the bizarre and twisted building complex below with expressions of disgust. However, they did not act rashly; instead, they established an invisible defensive line at the very edge of the Great Rift.
No matter how large the Order Bureau was, the number of Condensers was ultimately limited. The operation of this massive machine could not be sustained by these people alone, leading to the creation of the Logistics Departnt, mainly composed of ordinary people. They were responsible for most of the logistical affairs, and when necessary, they would assist the Condensers in their actions.
For instance, when several task forces surrounded the Great Rift, soldiers from the Field Operations Departnt were also deployed. Armored vehicles blocked the intersections, setting up barricades, with gun barrels full of ammunition pointing to the ground, sealing off the surrounding roads of the Great Rift.
An ergency notification had been broadcasted throughout the city via the Opus broadcasting station, informing residents of a deadly industrial waste leak due to a company’s illegal operations, currently being dealt with by the city hall.
Through such deceitful ans, the Logistics Departnt removed obstacles for the Field Operations Departnt’s actions, creating a battlefield where they could freely engage in combat.
Yas, fully ard, walked among the soldiers, feeling the looks of envy, reverence, and fear they cast upon him...
The soldiers who had participated in many battles alongside the Condensers were well aware of the power they possessed. Many even regarded them as so form of Divine Power incarnate.
Yas never considered himself an embodint of Divine Power; he was also part of the ordinary human world.
In the end, Condensers were rely the elite of human military forces. They seed strong, but the true cornerstone was still the vast number of ordinary people.
However, with the rising concentration of Ether and the increasingly advanced and powerful Alchemy Matrix, the balance between Condensers and ordinary people was irreversibly tipping towards one side.
Yas usually didn’t think about such distant matters. He lightly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, walked to the edge of the cliff, and cast his gaze into the Sea of Mist below.
"A congregation of evil..."
Yas’s voice was low, blending into the surrounding wind.
Another figure approached, standing beside Yas, remarking, "To be honest, I truly feel like a secret war is being replayed."
"Back then, to gain an advantage in the battle within the Great Rift, we made promises to that Devil, and yet, within just a few years, he turned this place into a toxic sore."
That person continued, "I’m quite curious about the Decision Room’s next move, whether they’ll negotiate with the King’s Secret Sword or cut off this tumor under the guise of negotiation."
"Long ti no see, Lynch."
The mist cleared from the newcor’s figure, allowing Yas to see the other person’s appearance, "Feels like it wasn’t that long ago," Lynch smiled.
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