Endless Debt

The warm sunshine hit my face, which warmed me and dispelled the chill that had penetrated my bones.

Helt stood sluggishly on the beach. He reluctantly moved his stiff neck, his eyes gradually downwards, and he saw the girl hugging his waist.

There were bursts of laughter, and the girl raised her head, revealing her innocent face, with dimples on her white and tender face.

She thought Helt didn't hear that sentence clearly, and the girl said again.

"Welcome back, Dad."

The voice buried deep in the memory reappeared, and Hert's body trembled unconsciously as if it had been electrocuted.

There was a clear pain in his mind, but soon the pain became blurred and even disappeared completely. Helt felt that he had forgotten something.

Helt looked at his casual shirt and shorts. There were tiny gravels in the gaps between his fingernails. His palm landed stiffly on the girl's head. At the moment of contact, Helt was extremely nervous, as if he was afraid that the girl would disappear like smoke. In front of your own eyes.

The girl did not disappear, and there was a sense of feedback in Hert's palm. He could touch the soft hair and clearly distinguish every hair...

"Ai...Emily."

Hult almost forced his voice out of his throat, as if someone was forcing him to call the name.

When the girl heard her name, she slowly let go of Helt, raised her head and looked at Helt with a smile.

"What's wrong with you?"

The woman came over. She gently put her hand on Helt's shoulder and looked at him with concern, "You look a little bad."

"I...I seem to have had a nightmare."

The battle inside the Paradise appeared before Helt's eyes. The undead and the undead were fighting with swords and swords indiscriminately, fighting in the most brutal way.

This was a cruel carnival, and Hurt was also a member of the party. He held a sword with blood on his hands, trying to seize something from this big ship.

Now what you desire is close at hand.

"Nightmare? You must have fallen asleep."

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, and took Helt's right hand. At this time, Emily also reached out and grabbed Helt's left hand. The three of them moved forward in parallel, swinging their arms vigorously.

Helt was not used to such warmth, and he didn't understand why, but he instinctively felt that all this did not belong to him, but the choice was in Helt's hands. If he wanted to, he could do it at any time. Release your hands.

Hurt clenched his hands.

A wave of warmth came from the palm of his hand, and Hert felt that his soul had been soothed and saved, but then he felt a pair of sticky and wet palms pulling on his body, and those palms seemed to be covered with blood. , apply them evenly on his body, as if countless dead people are standing behind him, watching eagerly.

Hult turned his head warily. All he could see was a golden beach and ocean. The weather today was very good, cloudless.

The woman said to Hult, "It's time for us to go."

"Where to go?"

Hurt didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to stay here with them until he got tired of it. Hurt doesn’t think he’ll get tired of it.

"Don't you still have work to do?" the woman asked Helt, "Think carefully, what did you forget?"

Helt hesitated for a while, and a clicking sound sounded in his mind, like the clear sound of broken glass, or like the ice breaking and dark seawater rushing up.

"Rescue plan?"

Hurt dug up the body from the graveyard of memory and continued, "A cargo ship transporting alchemical weapons has lost power and is drifting on the sea."

"Well, let's go." The woman glanced at this small island in the sea. She liked this place very much. "Let's come back as soon as possible and continue our vacation."

"Is your body okay?"

Helt started to care about women. He knew what women had done for him. Women were not adapted to life at sea, but in order to be with him, she still chose to go to sea with him, sailing on the rough sea all day long. The same is true for my daughter. She has never really set foot on land since she was born.

The woman smiled at Helt, "It's okay, there's nothing wrong with me."

Hurt nodded, took Emily's hand, and their ship docked not far away. There was another big ship next to the big ship, and then a voice stopped Hurt.

"Helt!"

The familiar voice was followed by a familiar figure. The man waved to Hert and asked, "Are you really okay?"

"It doesn't matter, just let me do it, Nolen," Hert said to Nolen, "It will take a few days for your ship to be replenished. By then, who knows where they will have drifted, leave this task to me. Bar."

Hult's ship was fully armed and ready to go to sea at any time, but Nolen's ship was different. He had just ended a naval battle, and the hull was covered with scars.

Of course, the fate of Nolen's enemies was even more miserable. Nowadays, those pirates have been sleeping in the deep sea. Since the people of Xitao decided to engage in commerce, the business of traditional pirates has become increasingly difficult.

"Is it really possible?"

This time Nolen unexpectedly asked Hert's thoughts again.

Hert was silent for a moment, and he suddenly realized that his next decision would affect the direction of a certain event, and Hert had to make the right decision.

So what is the right choice?

"Dad, I want to see flying fish!"

Emily raised her head and tugged at the corner of Helt's clothes. Helt never refused Emily's request. He nodded, agreed to her, and then said to Nolen.

"I can do it, it's okay."

Hurt replied.

…

Nolen grabbed the edge of the pothole, escaped from the rolling torrent, and climbed to the upper level, which was not yet engulfed by the sea water. He finally got a chance to breathe.

"You shouldn't have come."

Nolen took a deep breath. The cold seawater took away his body temperature almost instantly. The arm holding the sword couldn't stop shaking. He was wet and embarrassed, like a dog soaked by heavy rain.

"If we hadn't come, you would have been killed by your brother just now."

Lula worked hard to pull Nolen up, "You have really devoted yourself to your duties as a navigator these years. Have you even forgotten how to use ether?"

Nolen smiled bitterly. Lula was right about this. After so many years of neglect, although he is a power bearer, he can be regarded as a retired power bearer. He is completely incomparable to Hert.

One is in a high position, and his daily job is to argue with all forces in order to obtain more benefits, while the other is hiding in the dark, practicing killing in crazy hallucinations.

The billowing white mist overflowed from the gap behind him, and a thin figure emerged from the mist. He was swaying, as if he was about to fall down in the next second. He was holding a sword that he had snatched from the corpse, and his mouth was There are words in it.

"I can do it, it's okay."

Hert's eyes were empty, and the Bliss Wound evoked the darkest and ulterior memory in his memory. It should have been buried forever, but now it was cruelly dug up.

Strong emotions washed over Helt's soul, and now his face was filled with tears. His face was twisted and struggling with extreme sadness. His crazy consciousness and hallucinations overlapped, and he swung the sword randomly.

Nolen watched all this with a solemn expression. He did not expect that he and Helt would reunite so soon. Helt suddenly emerged from the water and attacked everyone indiscriminately.

Nolen thought that Hert's illness had finally reached its final stage. Just like his father at that time, he was unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and could only choose to destroy everything together.

The corner of his eyes fell on Lula and the guards behind Lula. They were supposed to leave with Gauld, but these guys took this expensive bargaining chip and came to find him.

Until the end, they did not betray their navigator.

Nolen sighed and glanced at Gauld, who was still sleeping. As a defender, as long as he wakes up, he can end all disputes, but now Gauld seems to have had his soul removed, and he is not interested in the outside world. There is no reaction at all to any stimulus.

Raising the sword in his hand, Nolen didn't like the drama of brothers killing each other, but he had no way to refuse it. He needed to make up for his mistakes and redeem Helt's crimes.

"Don't come out, just leave it to me."

Helt said to the woman and the girl. The woman hugged the girl's head tightly. The girl was frightened at the moment, but she still tried her best to smile at Helt.

Hult smiled back, then closed the water seal, and turned to look at the roaring sea. Several ships were surrounding his big ship like sharks smelling blood.

This trip to sea did not go smoothly. The cargo ship's call for help was a trap. The pirates had already been lying around, waiting for the bait to arrive.

As the people of Xitao control the sea area year by year, other pirates have gradually lost their living space. Now they have mobilized their strength to prepare for a desperate fight.

In order to desperately take a bite of the flesh of the people of Xitao, these pirates even spent a lot of money to hire sublimationists. The ether reaction rose from the wind and rain, and the hostile sublimationists walked onto the deck, holding swords with themselves in the pouring rain. The two faced each other in a tight formation, like a knightly duel in the old days.

The corridor full of cracks and scars is now like a monster's esophagus. Under excessive squeezing, it is so narrow that only one person can pass through.

Nolen looked at Helt behind the heavy fog with sad eyes. Helt took the lead in launching an attack. He attacked Nolen like an out-of-control beast. Nolen completely abandoned the personal feelings in his heart and raised his sword to face him. Fucked the person he had been trying to protect.

To this day, Nolen still regrets, if he had gone to rescue the cargo ship, if his ship did not need supplies, if he could have gone with Hert...

The sword blade shone brightly in the heavy rain. Every time the rays of light collided, flying sparks would fly away. They would be fleeting and disappear in the thousands of raindrops.

Helt could feel his body becoming hot. He had not encountered such a well-matched opponent for a long time. The fatal power and exquisite skills made this sword fight extremely dangerous.

"Ha ha!"

Helt laughed. He has always been an energetic guy. He was already regarded as a candidate for the navigator at a young age. Even in the training of the Raging Tide Guards, few people could defeat him.

Now that Helt has reached the highest point in his life, everything he wants is within reach. He doesn't think these pirates can defeat him, even if they hire Sublime Ones.

The fatal sword strikes were swung down repeatedly, and after each collision, the violent impact shook thousands of raindrops, causing them to change directions in the air.

Nolen was breathing heavily, and the hand holding the sword was trembling. The blade was covered with gaps and cracks. At this moment, Hert was much more powerful than Nolen expected. When he lost his mind, he completely relied on the strength of the battle. Instinct, fighting like a beast.

Behind them are the evacuating guards and Lula, who are still carrying the unconscious Gauld. Nolen is like an iron wall, isolating them from death, but now this iron wall isolating death is crumbling.

"Helt... Something is wrong with Helt."

Lula turned her head, her eyes sparkling with starlight. She sensed the strange ether lingering on Helt. Helt was under the influence of another force.

Nolen didn't understand, "What?"

Without waiting for Lula to explain, a horrifying melody emerged from the layers of iron walls and the deep sea water, as if an ancient evil god had resurrected here, chanting evil spells and devouring everyone's souls.

On the other side of the ruins of the battlefield, Bai Ou's body still remains active, but after losing its sutures, it can no longer be reorganized.

The white gull lost.

The White Ou refused to admit defeat, and the hot ether burst out, covering the surrounding area with the Bliss Wound indiscriminately, vowing to drag everyone into the same hell as the White Ou.

At this moment, the influence of the Bliss Wound has expanded here. The pain caused by the secret energy triggered Nolen's illness. Hallucinations and pain coexisted. For a moment, he couldn't even hold the sword, and then Helt split open his chest. A scarlet bloodstain.

"Nolen!"

Lula screamed, and before she could grieve for Norn, the Bliss Wound also affected her, and hell descended.

Under large-scale mental torture, only a small number of determined people could still maintain their ability to move. The moment a few guards were mentally shocked, they lost their ability to move and fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

Cold sweat covered Nolen's forehead. He didn't understand what was happening, but he could feel the uncontrollable pain invading his whole body. He could also see Hert swinging his sword towards him.

Nolen was stunned.

Hurt seemed to be in an unsolvable nightmare. He was furious and ready to kill himself, but his eyes were filled with tears.

On the sea where heavy rain was raging, the pirate ship crashed through the hull of the ship. Seawater poured into the cabin. Many hooks were thrown from the small boat. The pirates were like ants, climbing up and down.

Hurt slashed with all his strength, but he still couldn't kill all the pirates, and he couldn't stop the water from pouring back.

There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and an unknown mournful song faintly sounded.

I'm in a bit of a bad mood today, so I'll update it for now, sorry.