Endless Debt

As Irwin rolled the dice, the moment the dice hit the chessboard, the Dawn rumbled forward on the rails, crossed the dividing line between regions, and arrived at the windswept coast.

The sound of turbulent waves poured into the car, along with the humid sea breeze, which reminded Borogo of the recent fight in Freeport, and Palmer recalled the lemon and sea salt salad.

"After many bloody battles, the hunters overcame the difficulties and stepped out of the wilderness."

The white gull narrated the story and the unfolding reality. Aimu opened the side door, and a bright orange-red light was projected into the car. The warm light shone on the face, caressing the skin, bringing precious comfort.

Aimu sighed softly, "It's so beautiful..."

The warm orange-red light came from the far end of the sea level, like an undersea volcano erupting. The hot lava rushed out of the water, rising up a thin orange-red line. The sky also burned red, blooming into large tracts of red clouds, but then As the field of vision widens, the night still covers a large area of ​​the sky, and the gloomy and thick clouds are like an unbreakable curtain covering the sky and the earth.

From time to time, thunder breaks through the clouds, sprinkling light rain, and the moist and cold sea breeze hits the body, making people want to shiver. It is not clear whether it is because of the cold, or because of this strange and magnificent scenery, but it seems to be heading for destruction. Crazy world.

"The Dawn temporarily escaped the pursuit of the monsters," Bai Ou continued. "The hunters were lucky enough to find a supply point on the coast, where rich supplies and beds to rest were waiting for them."

A loud whistle sounded from the front of the train, and the Dawn train began to slow down and drove into the dilapidated station, as if there were ghosts living here. As the Dawn train entered the station, the broken lights flashed out, and the noisy After the sound of electricity, a hoarse and distorted singing voice sounded.

The doors were opened neatly, and many complicated footsteps could be heard vaguely, as if countless ghosts were stepping off the train. Boluogo looked at the carriages behind him, and vague figures passed by each other.

Those ghost soldiers, Boluogo saw them again. According to this game that corresponds to reality, there are not only these players on this train, but also these ghosts who maintain the operation of the train. Normally they would not, but when When the game reaches a stage where they are needed, they will return from nothingness and play their roles like extras.

Borlog asked, "Can you see it?"

"Of course," Palmer held onto Burlogo's shoulders to prevent him from falling. "What are these guys doing, repairing the train?"

The ghost soldiers did not take a rest after getting off the train. Instead, they took out maintenance tools from nowhere and repaired the train in a decent manner. There were constant knocking sounds, harsh noises, and sparks from electric welding. Extremely shiny.

Under the work of the ghost soldiers, the crooked steel plates were realigned, and the broken parts were replaced with new armor. Even the huge gap made by the chessboard carriage was intact under their repair.

"According to the rule book, while brewing darkness and increasing the difficulty of the game, Dawn will also gain round-by-round enhancements as the number of supply points it passes increases."

Dark shadows covered several people, and at some point a huge crane appeared above the Dawn. The ghost soldiers began to deal with the locomotive, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Colorful lights hit the faces of several people, as if to attract their attention, the rusty billboards lit up one after another, and then the abandoned train station lit up with a warm light, through the cloth Through the dusty windows, many figures could be seen hurriedly moving in the train station.

"Let's go, everyone."

Bologg supported Palmer with one hand and held the sword with the other. Even when it was time to rest, Bologg still couldn't let go. He always felt that the Desire Witch would not let them go so easily.

Think about it, suddenly giving tired people a fright when they put down all their vigilance and try to enter a long-lost dreamland... The Desire Witch will like the expressions on a few people at that time.

After leaving the Dawn and handing it over to the ghost soldiers for repairs, Bologg and others walked into the abandoned train station. They thought that when they opened the door, they would see a mess. But when Bologg opened the door, they found themselves again. Returning to the splendid hall, the gentle waiter stood at the door waiting for them as always.

If it weren't for the sharp sword in Bolog's hand, the pain all over his body, and the strange feeling caused by the dry blood coagulating on the skin, Bolog would have thought that time had reappeared and that they had returned to the beginning.

"Did you all enjoy your time?"

The waiter smiled and nodded to a few people, his blurred eyes showing a sense of charm and amorous feelings.

Boluogo raised his sword, pointing the sharp tip directly at the waiter's chest.

Everything in the Happy Park is so weird, the weird and crazy carriages, the Dawn that overlaps with the story, and these weird waiters who seem to be able to see other people's desires.

The corner of his eyes fell on the orange-red sea, and Bologo began to wonder where they were. Is this seemingly huge world just a car in the Happy Park?

"All emotions are just chemical reactions, all perceptions are illusions."

Bologg whispered in his heart. This was a quote from "Night Hunter", and Bologg was deeply impressed by it.

The waiter looked at the people and smiled, "Huh? It looks like you all had a great time."

In the past, Palmer would respond with yells and curses, but now, like Burlogo, he maintained absolute vigilance in facing the waiter, as did everyone else, among whom Gold had the strongest reaction.

Bologg pinned Gauld's card to his chest, like a job card with a photo on it. When Gauld saw the waiter, his expression was solemn and repressed. He didn't say a word, but Bologg could feel it. Vibrations from the cards.

"She is not a witch of pleasure," Gold said, "at least not yet."

Bologo understood what Gauld meant. These demons like to occupy the bodies of believers and act in their bodies. This is especially obvious in the case of the tyrant, who often uses the body of the bartender Vika.

In other words, if the Desire Witch wants, she can appear in front of several people at any time.

Boluogo felt that she would not appear so hastily. This was a game triggered by her. She would be the strong enemy at the end of the game. The game was less than half way through now. At this time, the big villain appeared, It just makes the game end in a boring way.

The waiter took a few steps back and looked back at everyone again, "Please, everyone, don't you need to rest?"

Boluogo hesitated for a moment, but still took a firm step.

The Desire Witch is making fun of a few people. Just like the big villain won't suddenly appear at the end of the level, she won't let a few people die here in a ridiculous break. It would be too boring.

That's right, the Desire Witch can tolerate everything except boredom. Only the more intense emotional ups and downs and dramatic climaxes can please this twisted devil.

"Let's go, we have no other choice."

Burlogo supported Palmer, and Irwin and Canary worked together to drag Hart. They couldn't leave Hart alone on the train, but to move him, this guy's physique was a bit too strong.

They were scarred and in urgent need of rest and treatment, otherwise the Dawn would set off again, and Boluogo would not have the confidence to survive.

A group of people stepped into the magnificent hall. The dance was as usual, and the air was filled with the aroma of mead, but there was a heavy scent of blood lingering on them, which seemed so incompatible with everything here.

The dancing men and women were completely unaware of the arrival of several people. They only had eyes for each other. Under the leadership of the waiter, Boluogo and his group passed through another door. Before the door was completely closed, Boluogo could hear the strings. There was the sound of tearing clothes, and the beasts gasped and bit each other again.

"There is eternal joy here," the waiter tilted his head, his eyes flashing bright red, "Everyone will be satisfied here."

Boluogo said nothing and did not respond.