Endless Debt

The silence of the early morning was shattered by the roar of the engine. The blue car rushed out of the street like an arrow. After hitting one red light after another at high speed, it also made a joyful whistle.

As always, Borogo held the steering wheel with both hands and transformed into a road killer. Palmer, who was still a little awake, was sitting in the passenger seat. His cheeks were a little red and he smelled of alcohol, and he looked dizzy. He looked around, not yet fully accepting this terrible reality.

"That is to say, we are experiencing time regression, and the cause of this time regression is Aimu, who got a Utopia Seed from nowhere, and the King's Shield Guard, the loss of control of the Immortal Heart... Damn it! Have you gone back six times now?"

Palmer muttered in the passenger seat, and as he recited, his consciousness gradually came to his senses, and finally turned into a scream.

Palmer realized what was going on. His eyes widened and he looked at Bologo who was driving.

"Damn it! Is there something wrong with you, Bologo?"

Palmer screamed repeatedly and stretched out his hand to hit Boluogo, "I didn't do anything to apologize to you, did I?"

Boluogo lowered his head to avoid Palmer's fist, and the car whizzed past, "Probably... no."

"That's right! So why would you think of me only when such a fatal thing happens!"

Palmer grabbed Boluogo's shoulders and shook him vigorously, "You didn't think of me the first five times you went back in time! Why did you drag me in this time!"

Palmer was really going crazy.

From Palmer's perspective, he was discharged from the border nursing home yesterday and went to the Undead Club to have a drink with Sere. He found that the undead were celebrating the arrival of Aimu, and no one paid attention to him at all.

After a night of heavy drinking, I fell on the bed and fell asleep. However, I was woken up before I could get enough sleep.

Palmer's expression was numb, and he imitated what Bologna had said before, "Wake up! Palmer! Come and save the world with me!"

This is wonderful.

"Why? Is there any need for why?"

Palmer seemed to have asked a stupid question. Bologg freed up a hand and patted Palmer's shoulder hard, "We are partners!"

In the five previous time rewinds, Boluogo always felt that something was missing during his desperate run. It was not until Palmer woke up that he felt that the vacancy had been filled.

Yes, in this critical moment, it is very necessary for Palmer to liven up the atmosphere, but Palmer himself is a little reluctant.

"I want to get off!"

Palmer couldn't stand it anymore. He was about to push the door open, but found a flash of cyan light and the entire door was welded shut by Boluogo.

"Fuck you!"

Palmer was about to attack Burlogo when Burlogo pointed to the rearview mirror.

Palmer looked suspiciously in the rearview mirror, and then he saw a familiar figure.

Lebius sat in the back seat with his arms folded. Whenever Lebius was silent, there was always a strong oppressive force lingering on him, like a rock.

Next to Lebius was an iron box brought from the warehouse. Noticing Palmer's gaze, Lebius looked at him expressionlessly.

Palmer began to speak incoherently, "Good morning... Good morning! Boss!"

"Now it's time to call the team leader. Lebius will act with us."

In fact, what Boluogo wants to say is, Palmer, your expression is great now, like swallowing a lemon alive.

"Based on my last time-travel experience, the Immortal Heart will eventually lead to loss of control... We will never allow this to happen."

Lebius gave the order coldly.

Palmer was paralyzed. Under the gaze of the team leader, he felt that if he escaped from the battle, he would probably die tragically at the hands of Lebius.

Then you have to bite the bullet.

Palmer asked, "Are we the only ones involved in such a serious incident?"

Two first-stage sublime masters and one third-stage power bearer. Even though they are both special operations teams and the best among the best, they can only rely on this elite to deal with the timeline disorder incident. Palmer I feel like I'm still a little overconfident.

Boluogo replied, "Pretty much, at least these few times we go back in time, there are only a few of us."

"this……"

Palmer almost lost his breath. At this point, Palmer was completely sluggish, as if he had resigned himself to his fate. He slumped on the seat, his eyes a little dazed.

"Next, you and Palmer go to recover Aimu to ensure that the Utopia species is not destroyed and prevent the recurrence of time regression."

Lebius planned the next action at this time, "While you are taking action, I will go to the alchemy workshop and try to hinder the attack of the King's shield guards."

"Keep the sentry signal open. After you finish dealing with Aimu, come and join me."

Boluogo nodded in front of the rearview mirror. He agreed with Lebius's plan. After the intelligence obtained from the first five time regressions, their actions in the Great Rift would only be smooth.

Palmer didn't respond at all and let them arrange the next steps. He leaned his head against the car window and muttered.

"It's over, it's over. I won't just be discharged from the hospital and have to go back again, right?"

Given the current danger of chaos in the timeline, Palmer felt he was lucky to be sent to a border sanatorium alive.

Lebius is a real workaholic. No matter how dangerous the task is, as long as it is within the scope of work, he is willing to go there. Boluogo is an iron-clad immortal. Even if there are mountains of swords and fire ahead, he can still give it a try.

Compared with them, Palmer seemed so out of place. He just wanted to make some money and live in Opos. Palmer didn't even consider returning to Fengyuan Highlands to inherit the family business.

Even such a simple wish could not be fulfilled. Palmer couldn't figure out whether his own gift was at work, dragging him into this whirlpool of doom.

"Wake up!" Bologo reached out and shook Palmer, "It's starting to work!"

"What does it do?"

Palmer wanted to enjoy the last peace in his life, but Boluogo didn't want to give him even this peace.

"We were delayed a lot when we set out. Now we need to get back on the road. Do you understand?"

Boluogo felt that he was about to step on the accelerator, and the car whizzed past the streets like a phantom.

Palmer's expression was complicated, and after thinking about it, his voice became helpless.

"Alright alright."

Lebius couldn't understand the conversation between the two. It sounded like slang between their partners.

The glow of ether appeared in Palmer's eyes, and the light breeze wrapped around the car. Soon the wind became violent, like a fuzzy air shield in front, breaking through all obstacles.

Palmer, who was in a depressed mood, also became somewhat interested at this time. One of his hobbies is racing. Thinking of this, he was very lucky that he did not take his beloved Lycra with him on this fatal mission.

The speed of the car suddenly increased, and Bius was pressed on the back of the seat by his own inertia. The car roared with joy and rushed straight towards the big crack.

Lebius couldn't help but sit upright, knowing exactly what would happen next.

Burlogo kicked the car door open. Palmer was stunned for a second, unable to figure out what Burlogo was doing. Then Burlogo leaned out and touched the ground.

The ground trembled violently, and a jumping slope rose from the ground.

Palmer's face turned pale, and he quickly found the seat belt under the seat. Unfortunately, it was too late to find it now.

The blue arrow rushed out of the runway and jumped into the sea of ​​fog accompanied by gusts of wind and Palmer's scream.