Endless Debt

The cold and biting seawater soaked Irwin's body. With the surge of the rapids, he was knocked around like a fallen leaf. His body was covered with scratches and bruises. At the same time, the desperate wail from the white gull broke through the wall. Come.

Illusion and reality overlapped in front of Irwin's eyes. He felt like a big fish running in the stream. He saw branches blocking his head. Irwin stretched out his hand and tried to grab the branches, but he touched a piece of it. Shocking pain.

A bright red wound opened on the palm of his hand, and blood continued to flow.

It was not a branch, but a sword blade inserted into the wall. The pain of repeatedly cutting the nerves had made Irwin feel numb. He kept rising and falling in the water. After realizing that he might not be able to survive, he dragged his other hand The heavy object tried his best to lift her above her head.

"ha!"

Cinderella's head emerged from the water. She vomited violently, and then breathed hard. Her face was pale. It was unclear whether it was fear or frostbite.

"You can't swim?"

Irwin struggled to hold Cinderella up. Without his help, the girl almost drowned.

"No," Cinderella hugged Irwin tightly, like she was hugging a barrel, "I didn't really see the sea until I got to Freeport."

"You can't even swim. You're really not prepared at all to see whales."

Ervin was obviously exhausted to death, but he always managed to squeeze out a little bit of energy when talking nonsense to the girl.

Stretching out his hand randomly, Irwin endured the severe pain and tried to grab something to prevent himself from being sucked into the bottom of the boat. Once caught by the eddy, the two of them would really be dead.

Irwin fantasized about his own death, but he didn't want to die in a place like this. Irwin still had things to do.

It stands to reason that if Cinderella is left behind, Irwin's chance of survival will be greatly increased, but this idea has never occurred to him.

The two of them had not known each other for a long time, or even briefly, but after experiencing these events, Irwin felt that the past few days seemed as long as several years.

Irwin told the stories buried deep in his heart, as if it was some kind of recognition. Cinderella was his friend, and he would not let his friend die. This was not what a noble person should do.

Taking out his short sword, Irwin stabbed the wall along the way. He struggled to hold the blade, leaving a dense spark on the metal surface. Just when he was about to lose his grip on the hilt, he stopped.

"Quick, climb up."

Irwin said weakly. He originally wanted to yell.

Cinderella stepped on his shoulders and climbed up nimbly like a monkey. Her red skirt was completely soaked and stuck to her body together with her white hair, like a clown fish floating in the water.

Irwin wanted to climb up with him, but midway through the climb, the horrifying roar came again, and the Bliss Wound, wrapped in chaotic and ferocious hallucinations, instantly penetrated Irwin's consciousness.

As if being electrocuted, his body convulsed in pain, and Irwin fell straight back into the water. The cold sea water poured into his mouth, and dense bubbles emerged.

In his only remaining consciousness, Irwin sadly realized that he was really going to die this time, in this burning ruins.

Looking up, Irwin could see Cinderella's blurry figure. Isolated by the sea water, her face was scattered, leaving only the clothes on her body rendering large patches of color on the water-cast drawing board.

In a daze, Irwin felt an indescribable sense of familiarity with such colors, a sense of familiarity that came from a long time ago.

Irwin guessed that this was his hallucination, but he still reached out to grasp the illusion, as if it was a kind of comfort. Irwin felt that dying in such an illusion would be a good ending.

Psychedelic rupture.

A hand broke through the water, grabbed Irwin, and with great force from his arm, he pulled Irwin out of the rapids.

Irwin fell to the ground. He seemed to have not yet escaped from the sense of crisis of death. He was stunned for a few seconds before vomiting heavily. The cold wind passed by and penetrated into Irwin's body along the soaked clothes. His body was trembling.

He raised his head, it was not Cinderella, it was also, how could Cinderella have such power.

"Are you OK!"

The other party grabbed Irwin's shoulders, with a sincere and caring look on his face. He was almost completely different from when he threatened him with a gun to his head.

"resemble?"

Irwin recognized this strange guy. He was looking at him with hostility a while ago, but now he looked like he was a close friend of life and death.

"Xiao? Who is Xiao?"

Palmer looked confused, and then introduced himself to Irwin cordially.

"Come on, let's get acquainted again."

There was a horrifying tremor all around, large chunks of metal fell, and icy torrents shot out from the gaps in the metal. No matter how he thought about it, Irwin didn't think this was a moment to recognize friends again, but Palmer actually brought him with him With a pious look, he grabbed Irwin's hand.

Irwin felt very sick, very sick, and his body, which was already invaded by the cold air, seemed to be covered in goosebumps.

"Hello, I'm Palmer Crax!"

Palmer had forgotten about the fake identity during the operation. As if it was a girl's confession, Palmer said nervously and apprehensively.

"I'm your fan!"

Irwin was stunned, and Cinderella on the side was also stunned. Is there something wrong with this person? This ship is going to sink. In the end, is that all you want to say?

"ah?"

Irwin felt that his brain was about to explode. He could no longer understand the direction of this incident. Sure enough, art comes from life but is higher than life.

If he experiences this kind of fatal incident a few more times, Irwin feels that he will soon be able to gather the material for another book.

"Huh? Are you angry? Sorry, what happened before..."

Seeing that something was wrong with Irwin's expression, Palmer explained again and again.

"No……"

Irwin shook his head and struggled to pull his palm out of Palmer's hand.

"It just hurts a little."

Opening his hand, the shocking cut on his palm turned red under Palmer's affectionate kneading.

…

The rain was pouring down, and the wind was like thousands of birds, whistling across the deck.

The pirate ship moved forward at full speed, and the strong collision angle carved a large hole in the side of the ship. It was like a beast being bitten through the abdomen. The soft and fragile internal organs were completely exposed, with billowing black smoke.

The pirates threw out their hooks and started fighting one after another. On the pirate ships surrounding them in the distance, the giant cannons continued to fire at them. The solid hull was broken with wounds. They looked like The swarms of hunting fish swallowed up the big fish little by little.

The sailors picked up their guns and exchanged fire with the pirates who boarded the ship. The situation is still under control, but Hert understands that this is only temporary. Hert has the ability to kill all the pirates, but he has no ability to stop them. The sinking of the ship.

Hult needed to find a way to break out, but this time the pirates were obviously well prepared. They used the cargo ship as bait. When they arrived, they emerged from behind the sea level. On the rolling waves, pirate ships blocked one after another. All paths of escape for Hert.

"damn it!"

Helt's heart became anxious. For the people of Xitao, boats were extremely important. It was not only their means of making a living, but also their mobile castle and home where they spent their entire lives. The big ship under his feet is Helt's home, and in order to integrate into the tradition of the people of Xitao, Helt's wife and daughter have always followed him on the ship.

His wife and daughter were only separated by a wall from the sky full of artillery fire and death. Helt knew that the solid virtual realm would protect them, but he still felt angry because of his own mistakes and negligence.

Hert needs to kill all these people as soon as possible and command the sailors to escape from this desperate situation, but first Hert must deal with this disturbing guy in front of him.

This mercenary was surprisingly tenacious. Even though he was beaten back and forth, he still stubbornly picked up the broken sword and vowed to stop him until the last moment.

Helt didn't want to waste any more time. A dazzling light burst out from his body, and the alchemical matrix burned fiercely. Just when he was about to strike this fatal blow, a roaring explosion sounded from the inside of the ship, and the entire ship shook violently. It shook, and thick smoke rose into the clouds.

Another pirate ship hit the big ship. This time the angle of impact penetrated the layers of metal, and half of the ship entered the hull of the big ship. Like a dagger piercing the heart, the attack touched the fuel chamber, and a large amount of fuel leaked out. Come out, ignite the fire, and raise a deadly wall of fire over the sea.

Continuous explosions occurred inside the ship, and billowing flames passed through the passage at high speed. Some sailors who had no time to avoid were directly burned to charcoal by the fire. Some people were burning with fire and jumped into the sea screaming, leaving no sound after a wave.

Hert's face was ashen. He unleashed his murderous intent at dawn and took heavy steps forward. But when his footsteps landed on the wet deck, the structure under his feet shattered and was replaced by scratches. , tattered iron plates.

The sound of artillery fire gradually faded away, and the sound of torrent reached my ears. The picture in front of me was collapsing and withering. Then the dark and narrow passage appeared in front of my eyes. The figure of the mercenary overlapped with another familiar face. Soon Hert Called out his name.

"Nolen?"

Hult broke free from the hallucination, his eyes were confused.

The howling of the white gulls in the distance became low. I don't know what happened. Maybe the canary completely controlled him in some way.

The influence of the Blissful Wound is still there, but not as strong as before. As for the pain in his mind, Helt has long been used to it.

There is not much time left for Hert. He needs to cut off Gauld's arm as soon as possible and take back the thing. As for the White Ou, Hert doesn't really care about the undead. The White Ou is just an agent. The deal with Hert was that abominable devil. As long as she did what she needed, she would realize everything she promised.

"Long time no see, brother."

Helt's smile became ferocious, but his eyes still contained the sadness that came from hallucinations.

Nolen said nothing. He knew exactly what happened to Hert. All he had to do now was to block him.

At this time, Hert also noticed the people behind Nolen. They evacuated quickly, and Gauld's tall figure could be seen at a glance.

"Don't do that, Helt."

Nolen persuaded, but this time there was no mercy in his eyes. He tried to hold off Helt and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

Helter smiled disdainfully at Nolen and whispered, "Remember the childhood games? You could never catch me."

After speaking, Hert's figure turned into a cloud of smoke that could not be touched and passed directly past Nolen. This narrow environment did not affect Hert at all.

Nolen turned around nervously, but at this time Helt had already condensed into a physical entity, holding the shining ether sword in his hand, slashing at the guards with one knife, and then turning around and slashing at Nolen's head.

Flashing past, before Nolen could catch up, the structure above him collapsed under Hert's slash, and large chunks of metal collapsed, leaving only a few gaps.

This level of obstruction can't restrict Nolen, but it can slow him down. During the delay, Helt is enough to swing the blade to kill everyone.

The leading guards couldn't even fight back, so their flesh and blood burst apart under the slashes of the etheric sword. Lula and another guard dragged Gauld forward, and the warm blood patted his back and soaked his clothes. .

A strong killing intent stung Lula's back. She knew that she could not avoid Hert's pursuit. Gauld was about to die. This was originally Nolen's bargaining chip to save Hert's life, but now it has changed. It became like this.

Lula let out a long sigh. She understood that this was an internal struggle among the people of Tide, so she chose to stop Helt, no matter what he wanted.

With enough strength, Lula threw Gauld hard, and missed the fatal ether sword. Gauld's figure threw a standard arc, and then hit hard not far away. on the ground.

Hurt's angry voice sounded behind him, and he swung his sword angrily at Lula. There were too many people blocking him today, as if the goddess of fate was deliberately trying to stifle him, but then the etheric sword froze in mid-air, unable to do anything. fall.

"We meet again, Helt."

Golden eyes rose in the darkness, and Jeffrey was panting.

After successive battles and various injuries, Jeffrey was truly exhausted at the moment. He froze Hert, but this could not last for long, and the light in his eyes seemed to be broken. The light bulb began to flicker frequently.

"You can't stop me, Jeffrey."

Hurt yelled at Jeffrey crazily, and his body became illusory again to resist Jeffrey's tiger eyes. When he dissipated again, he could turn into a deadly mist and cut Gold into pieces. fragments.

There were too many people in the way, and Helt's patience had reached its limit. Also reaching the limit was Helt's ether. These successive battles had exhausted him too much.

It turned into white mist and surged forward like a running ghost.

Jeffrey raised the bone-crushing knife and struggled to stop Helt, but Helt was not only closer to Gold than Jeffrey, he was also much faster than Jeffrey.

Helt was only one step away from his wish, and Jeffrey also roared, using all his strength to activate the secret energy in an attempt to save Gauld's life.

The two figures were approaching Gauld, and Lula behind him stretched out his hand to stop him. The piled up debris shook twice, and Nolen tore up the obstacles and appeared on the battlefield.

They were like greedy wolves, snatching prey from each other. Among them, Hert was the most dominant. He was getting closer and closer to Gauld, almost within reach.

A sneaky figure suddenly appeared in Hert's field of vision. He arrived at Gauld's side before everyone else. In everyone's trembling eyes, he carried Gao Alder decisively like a robber. Erd, turned around and jumped into the rapids.

A ridiculous sound that was no worse than the white gull sounded.

"Hahahaha, I finally got you!"

Du Wa's eyes were full of fire and he hugged Gauld tightly. All the dangers and dangers along the way were just for Gauld and his original thing.

This is the moment Dewar finally gets it.

Jeffrey was also stunned. He didn't notice Dua's movements at all, and then he laughed loudly, mocking Hert with his eyes. Hert froze on the spot, and then roared loudly. .

"damn it!"

Helt strode forward, and the etheric sword collided with Jeffrey's bone-crushing knife. In anger, Jeffrey failed to block the blow and was knocked back and crashed into the ruins. He was stabbed by the sharp steel. Body.

Looking at Duva again, the mad alchemist had already disappeared into the torrent with Gauld in his arms. In this intricate maze of ruins, even if Hert wanted to recover Gauld, it would take some time, let alone Said he had no time.

A fierce murderous intention emerged from behind, Helt turned around, and then a fatal sword blade struck his shoulder.

Nolen didn't hold back. He already needed to make up for his mistakes, whether it was for Hurt or himself.

Scarlet blood gushes out from the wound, which is good news. Helt is no longer able to maintain the etherification.

"Nolen, you have taken away everything from me. Isn't that enough?"

As soon as he saw Nolen's face, there was an uncontrollable sharp pain in Helt's mind. The pain tortured Helt and turned into hot anger, vowing to vent it out.

Nolen lamented, "No, Hert, it's my fault."

"This is your fault!" Helt roared, "I just failed to save the cargo ship. You deprived me of my status as a pilot candidate and separated me from my wife and daughter!"

The etheric sword slashed repeatedly, but Nolen's desire to attack was not strong. He always showed a defensive posture, retreating steadily under Helt's crazy offensive.

"In order to be with me, they are already trying to get used to life at sea! Why! Why do you want to break us up! Why do you have to maintain this damn tradition!"

This was the first time since that trip that Hurt had been so close to Nolen and vented his emotions so affectionately.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Helt waved his sword frantically, knowing that everything was over, the white gull had fallen, Duva had also slipped away, and he would face a complete failure.

After this incident, even if the board of directors does not execute him, he will probably be imprisoned on an island somewhere in the ocean. He will be imprisoned until death and will never be able to see Emily again for the rest of his life.

"Hert."

A voice called to him, and all the noise, cold, and pain disappeared.

Helt's heart fell into absolute nothingness, feeling nothing, neither anger nor sorrow.

Deep darkness enveloped Hert, and in the endless gray, a pair of burning, fire-opal-like pupils emerged. The pupils slowly approached Hert, and the blurry figure became clear.

She was an indescribable lady. Her body was slender and slender. She was not as graceful and plump as a mature woman. Instead, she had a nimble and light girlish look in her steps. Her face was green, but there was an elegant look between her eyebrows. Charm.

The bright red dress covered her body, and the lace layers were layered on top of each other, like a cloud following her. The neckline was opened to just below the collarbone, revealing her white neck. Her hair seemed to have escaped gravity, swaying. sway.

The woman looked at Helt, and Helt looked at her. For a moment, Helt saw many faces flashing back on her.

Helt saw the mother who gave him warmth and care, the first girl he fell in love with when he was young, the girl who buried his thoughts in his heart and had a silent crush on him, the passers-by who had caught a glimpse of him in the crowd, and The repository of his true love, his wife, and even the crystallization of this love, his daughter.

Hurt saw it.

What he loves, what he loves.

Everything appeared on the woman's face, and then they all disappeared, leaving only the exquisite and beautiful face and the heart-moving eyes.

Eyes like fire opals.

Hert's mouth was a little dry, and there seemed to be a firework hidden in his chest. It was burning his own flesh and blood, evaporating his blood. Wild and primitive desires were rushing through his mind. He tried hard to control himself, and many swirling The whisper echoed in my ears, like countless butterflies flying around.

Taking trembling steps, Hert walked stiffly towards the woman. In the silence and darkness, Hert's heartbeat sounded as clear as a drum.

Helter stared at the woman's figure, his eyes crawling along the bright red hem, tracing the perfect curves. He could see the snow-white skin under the hollow lace, and fantasized about the privacy deeper there. All kinds of sinful and dark thoughts rolled through Helt's mind, creating a storm of desire.

One after another screams resounded in the storm of desire, and Hert cursed himself. He loved his wife and daughter, and defended loyalty and chastity, but his thoughts slid into the abyss uncontrollably.

Helt felt that he was extremely disgusting and hypocritical. In that evil fantasy, he had betrayed his marriage vows. Helt knew that he shouldn't be like this, but he still couldn't control his steps and walked towards the woman step by step. .

Until the bright red dress was in front of him, Helter knelt in front of the woman as if he had lost all his strength. His head was lowered and he stared blankly at the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Without saying a word, the woman stretched out her hand towards Helt.

Hurt knew what this meant, and suddenly he laughed to himself, despising his fate.

She should have understood a long time ago that when she agreed to the devil's first request, her soul already belonged to her, but the time had not yet come.

Hert took the woman's hand in awe and kissed the back of her hand, and the devil's protection was bestowed upon Hert along with the fantasy of her wish.

When Helt raised his head again, the darkness disappeared and the woman disappeared. What was left to him was Nolen, who was swinging his sword towards him, and the ruins where fireworks and torrents coexisted.

The sword blade pierced Helt's chest, and the pain made Helt wake up from his daze. Then he held Nolen's sword blade, and strong light surged through the gaps between his fingertips.

The ether sword was formed and destroyed Noren's sword blade at the same time. Hert swung a swift and fatal slash with his backhand. With Nolen's scream, Nolen's wrist holding the sword was cut off, and the severed limb was thrown into the torrent. Disappear.

Everything happened too fast, and no one could react in time. Huerte, who was supposed to be depleted of ether, now regained terrifying power, and the evil and crazy power kept rolling in his alchemical matrix.

Blessing and protection, evil and chaos are the only pleasures.

"It's too late," Jeffrey said sadly, "He gave everything."

A few seconds later a cold and heartless voice came into my head.

"Okay, I know."

In an instant, Hert noticed multiple ether reactions rising around him. Metal and metal collided with each other, making crisp sounds. Dense sword blades scraped against each other, emitting an ominous buzz.

Helt knew who was coming, and he had been looking forward to this day for a long time, finally being able to decide the outcome with him.

But before that happens, Hurt has some things to sort out.

"Farewell, brother."

Helt gave up his reason and allowed himself to be engulfed by hallucinations. The glow of the etheric sword illuminated Nolen's face, and the light occupied his entire pupils.

Lula was fed up with all this. She touched Hert, and a shining light formed on her palm. She no longer wanted to hide all this for Nolen. Since Helt wanted the answer, then give him the answer, no matter what. What are the consequences.

At the same time, the staggered sharp blades split the iron plate above the head, and the blue wolves roared in, like the angel of death coming to the world.

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