Endless Debt

The sweet dream ended. Palmer grabbed Hart's feet and dragged him to walk hard. Palmer felt like a perverted murderer trying to figure out how to dispose of the body of his prey, and like a cleaner. Wiping the floor with Hart.

After dragging Hart out of the big library, and then through the corridor, he dragged Hart to the outside of the train station. The cool sea breeze blew on his face, which cheered up Palmer a little.

After Burlogo warned him, Palmer belatedly realized the strangeness of this place. It would make him feel extremely comfortable, and then he would feel sleepy. If Burlogo hadn't woken him up, , he might really be trapped in such a dream and unable to sleep for a long time.

Palmer said to himself, "I can't sleep for a long time..."

Recalling everything in the dream, Palmer felt scared, because at a certain moment, he actually felt that it would not be a good thing to be unable to sleep for a long time like this. After all, what existed in the dream was exactly what he wanted.

Maybe other people had the same dream as him, a false but beautiful dream. Palmer felt that few people would reject it.

"It's so heavy."

Palmer piled Hart under a pillar. He didn't know whether Hart was still having a nightmare or enjoying a short-lived dream. Palmer couldn't figure it out. After putting down Hart, he immediately turned back and helped Bologo bring the others out.

As soon as he returned to the corridor, he saw Boluogo holding Canary in one hand and Aimu in the other. Seeing Palmer coming over, he put the two of them on the ground and motioned for Palmer to take over and take them out.

As long as they enter the building, the individual's spirit will be continuously affected, and the sleepiness washes over the nerves like a wave. Boluogo thinks that he can persist longer than Palmer, and he decides to kill the last two people by himself. Bring it out.

But when Boluogo stepped into the big library again, a shaky figure had stood up at some point. He moved tiredly, with a sleeping girl under his arm.

Boluogo suspected that he had seen it wrong, "Irwin?"

"It looks like you guys woke up first."

Irwin nodded towards Boluogo. He looked a little bad, as if he had a nightmare. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot and he was listless.

What did Boluogo want to explain, "Here..."

"I know," Irwin waved, motioning for Bologg to come over and help him, "There is a problem here, and the others must have almost fallen into a dream."

Bologg carried Irvin's shoulders. Irwin was a little weak. With Bologg's help, he walked much faster, as if running for his life, leaving this familiar large library.

"Yes, the others haven't woken up yet... I didn't expect you to wake up on your own initiative."

Looking at Irwin from the corner of his eyes, Bologg became infinitely curious about him. You must know that in order to wake up Palmer, Bologg even used violent methods.

"how did you do that?"

“Realize it’s a dream and tell yourself to wake up.”

Irwin coughed violently as he spoke, and then responded with a smile, "Don't worry, false things can't fool me."

Boluogo was stunned for a second and sighed, "You are really stubborn."

"It can only be said that my nature is hard to change."

Irwin said and asked, "Brogo, are you a stubborn person?"

"It depends on what you are stubborn about," Boluogo led him out of the big library. "I usually don't care about trivial things."

Irwin said, "It's not bad. In the short life I have lived, I have gradually realized one thing."

After Bologo found that a certain boundary between himself and Irwin was broken, Irwin became unexpectedly talkative, as if he had met other people for the first time after living on a desert island for many years, talking endlessly. about those trivial things.

Boluogo didn't hate it that much. On the contrary, he felt that chatting with Irwin was a very pleasant process, but the chatting environment was not quite right.

Just when Bologg went to ask Irwin what he wanted to say, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from beside him. Bologg instinctively drew out his short knife and guarded it vigilantly in front of him.

"Are you guys ready to leave?"

The waiter appeared in front of the porch like a ghost, as if blocking the way, with a smile that was enough to charm most people, and seemed so scary and sneaky to the two of them.

"I thought the comfortable environment here could keep you here for a few more days."

The waiter walked towards the two people, walked around, and looked at them, "Are you sure you want to go out?"

Boluogo said nothing. He did not want to have too much entanglement with the waiter. He understood that the more entangled with the waiter, the happier he would be. If he had no response, the other party would find it boring.

Irwin understood what Boluogo meant, and walked with him towards the porch. The waiter did not stop him, but just looked at the two people's backs with a smile.

When Borogo and Irwin stepped out of the porch together, they both heard a clear shattering sound, like a piece of glass full of cracks. Then they walked out of the porch completely, and the shattering sound became Densely, the glass collapsed everywhere and turned into sharp snowflakes.

The moist sea breeze blew over Boluogo's cheek, as if mixed with those sharp snowflakes, cutting Boluogo's skin, but leaving no pain, only a faint pain lingering.

Boluogo turned around, and the open door had long been closed. When they left the comfort zone, there was no turning back, and the frozen game time began to flow again.

The game continues.

Boluogo took Irwin to the platform, where everyone else was, "Get everyone up first."

A sense of uneasiness lingered in Boluogo's heart. He always felt that something bad was going to happen. Looking to the side, the ghost soldiers had already finished maintaining the Dawn, and their figures began to become blurred and even disappeared completely. in sight.

A new layer of heavy armor covered the Dawn's carriage. The billowing smoke was mixed with sparks, and the engine roared like a raging bull that was always ready to rush forward.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of problems we will face next and such armed trains will be used.

As the original author, Boluogo once thought that Irwin could be of some use in the game, but it is obvious that the game now has the final say. Irwin is just a book writer, and he can't change anything.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Aimu rubbed her eyes. The sea breeze made her feel cold all over, and then she noticed the change in her environment.

"Something's wrong, wake up."

Boluogo helped Aimu up, took out the dagger from her waist, and put it into Aimu's hand.

"What did you dream about?"

Borogo didn't wait for Aimu to answer, and then asked, "Some beautiful things, isn't it?"

Aimu hesitated for a moment and nodded, "I dreamed about the past days, the days in the alchemy workshop."

As expected, everyone fell into a sweet dream.

After Amu, others gradually woke up, and Irwin explained to them what a dangerous situation they were in just now.

This game hosted by the devil is full of crises and there is no room for relaxation. But the good news is that after rest, the injuries of several people have basically recovered and they can continue to face the next game.

Aimu asked, "Do you want to board the train immediately?"

Now that they have left the big library, the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness has also disappeared. They are now in a relatively safe environment, but once they board the car, the game will continue to advance.

"We stay here and nothing will change."

Boluogo's meaning was very clear. If he wanted to leave here, he could only have fun with the Witch of Desire.

Just as Borogo was about to make the next decision, Palmer realized something was wrong. He raised his hands in confusion and spread his palms completely, feeling the coolness of the raindrops on his palms.

"Something's not right," Palmer said.

The drizzle gradually became more violent, and the raindrops became heavy, as if they were about to smash through the palms. Along with them came the howling wind, and the biting coldness penetrated into the body along the gaps in the clothes. Everyone My body couldn't help but tremble twice.

"The frozen time of this world begins to flow."

Palmer raised his head, and the dark thunderclouds almost completely covered the sky. The orange-red light at the end of the sea level began to become fainter, and then a storm rose from the ground, almost completely blocking the reflection of the sunlight.

In the roaring clouds, the orange-red light flickered like a flickering candle. Canary held on to the stone pillar beside her, and the strong force almost knocked her over. Then she noticed the sudden storm, which was coming. Approaching the land at a speed beyond normal speed.

"Everyone!"

Canary shouted, without her reminding, others had already seen the damn storm, Bologg quickly threw Hart into the car, and then braved the strong wind, beckoning others to get on the car.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Boluogo shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to drown out the sound of the wind. The current situation is changing too rapidly, making it difficult for people to cope with it.

The figures of several ghost soldiers appeared at the front of the train. They seemed to have understood Boluogo's order and got into work one after another. The Dawn immediately started to move slowly.

Boluogo put the others on the train. Just as he was about to step into the carriage, a hoarse roar mixed with howling wind came.

"No!"

Even Boluogo couldn't help complaining loudly at this moment, and then he vaguely heard the woman's laughter, as if she was laughing at himself.

Along the end of the railway track, enveloped by strong winds and thick smoke, a certain monster was advancing at high speed, striding towards it with hatred and bloodthirsty desires.

Breaking through the wind and fog, the scarred Dread Devourer appeared in front of them again. Boluogo and others failed to kill it, but shot it down. Now it is chasing it again along the railway track.

Boluogo jumped into the chessboard car decisively, grabbed the dice, and threw it on the chess table without looking at it. Then he took out the sword blade from his sword bag and ran wildly between the opened car doors one by one.

The Dawn was fully in motion at this time, the train was rumbling, behind it was the approaching Terror Devourer, and further out on the sea was the advancing storm, as well as the sand and gravel dust carried by the storm like a rain of arrows.

The gravel crackled against the carriage, and the crisp and harsh echoes rumbled through the carriage. Bologo felt that he had returned to the days of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth.

It was the same at that time. There were bullets flying outside the car. I was holding the gun and lying in the corner shivering. I relied on counting the bullet holes in the car to give myself a short period of peace.

There were enough memories, and Boluogo began to hate it all. He pushed open the last car door, and a strong wind hit his face, along with the approaching Dread Devourer.

Falling off the cliff caused considerable damage to it. A large piece of its dense scales shattered into pieces, and many scales in turn pierced into its flesh. It was covered in blood, and one of its two deadly scythes was also broken. Pale bones pierced flesh and blood, and exposed intestines hung between the abdomen.

The Dread Devourer staggered when it ran, but it still faithfully carried out the meaning of its existence, crossing such a long distance to cause trouble to Boluogo.

When Boluogo arrived at the back of the car, the Dread Eater also approached the back of the car. Seeing Boluogo, it let out a low roar of excitement, and then swung its only scythe to strike at Boluogo.

Facing this ferocious blow, Boluogo did not hit it hard, but dodged sideways. He had already aimed at the wound at the scythe's joint, and slashed down decisively with his long sword.

The first blow failed to completely cut off the scythe, but the blade did not penetrate into the flesh for a few minutes. The Dread Devourer let out a miserable scream, and the other broken forelimb whipped towards Bologo, trying to use the raised The bone spur counterattacked, but Boluogo was much faster than it, so he easily dodged it again and swung his sword again.

The shocking wounds extended along the body of the Dread Eater. The Dread Eater did not retreat, but instead bit Bologger. Bologger drew out his dagger and without evading, stabbed the dagger directly into the Dread Eater's throat. .

The staggered fangs scraped Bolog's arm like a meat grinder. At the same time, Bolog's dagger also pierced the throat of the Dread Devourer. Blood filled the Dread Devourer's mouth in an instant.

Borogo took this opportunity and stabbed out the long sword with his other hand, piercing it along the Dread Devourer's jaw. The two sword blades intertwined in the flesh. Before the scythe was swung down, it was like a guillotine, tearing apart. With a cracking sound, Bologo tore the entire jaw and most of the throat of the Dread Devourer alive.

The ferocious cross-section was clearly visible, and blood surged wildly. The crossbow arrows shot through the air and penetrated along the flesh-and-blood cross-section, one after another, until the flesh and blood were blurred, until a certain approaching arrow pierced it. That important heart.

At this point, the furious Terror Devourer finally calmed down. Large chunks of flesh and blood fell off its body, like withered flowers. Gradually, a blurry figure dripping with blood emerged from it, and then it took the large pieces of stumps with it. He fell from the rear of the car, and the approaching strong wind quickly swallowed up the body with thick smoke, leaving nothing but the blood lingering on the tip of his nose.

Boluogo covered the wound on his arm and gasped. He clearly saw the blurry figure under the ferocious body. He was not sure whether he would be transformed into such a toy after losing the game. Waiting for the next step. The start of the game.