Endless Debt

The Dawn broke through the waves and moved forward at full speed. The raging storm was far behind it. The bulging clouds and smoke covered the sky, as if all the sunlight had been swallowed up. The orange-red light struggled to illuminate the large clouds and mist, burning Colors spread across the sky, as if the entire sky and storm were burned up under the intertwining curtain of thunder and rain.

With difficulty, Boluogo punched in all the windows on both sides. With the high speed of the train and his rising body, the water poured in was quickly flowing backwards. The snakes reluctantly bit the others, trying to He was nailed to death in the car, but they were all hit one by one by Canary's precise crossbow arrows.

Palmer struggled to push away Hart who was pressing in front of him, and swung his dagger to chop off the python head by head. The cold seawater soaked the ammunition. Now the firearm he was most proud of had completely lost its use. Able to slash tiredly.

Aimu waded into the water and caught Hart. The poor guy was bitten and bruised all over his body. There was still an unknown amount of seawater in his stomach. To be on the safe side, Aimu dragged Hart to the chess table and prepared to treat him. .

Irwin swayed, holding the dagger in one hand and holding Cinderella with the other. He moved hard towards the chess table. Now it was his turn to draw the card.

When Irwin finishes drawing cards, this round of events will be over. They might be able to find a way out of the current situation. Irwin doesn't want to face a group of snakes again.

"Bless me, everyone."

Irwin murmured, "I wish this damn torture could end."

"no problem."

Cinderella cheered behind him. She believed in Irwin's luck and his perseverance. Along the way, this weird guy had brought her full surprises.

Irwin nodded to himself and moved to the chess table with great effort. Just as he was about to take his own card from Bai Ou's hand, the carriage shook violently again.

People's expressions became serious. Now they have gradually figured out the pattern. Violent vibrations in the carriage are often a sign of some kind of catastrophic change.

Boluogo felt that this trip was like a stage play. The Dawn train people were on was the stage. Every time the background changed, the new background was being loaded.

Where will the crisis come from? No, Owen clearly hasn't drawn a card yet, so how could it cause an abnormality?

Boluogo thought that until this moment, they were still in crisis, and it was Boluogo who had neglected this.

"Be careful! The flood is coming!"

Bologg stabbed the long sword into the iron sheet at his side and grasped the hilt with all his strength. He originally wanted to close the car window, but with the impact of the torrent, Bologg would only be swept away in an instant. All he could do was Warn others.

"big flood!"

Palmer screamed. This time he learned a lesson and retreated decisively to the wall near the car door, trying to use the impact of the torrent to press himself against the wall.

The Dawn's surfacing movement stopped. It followed the rails and plunged into the deep sea again in the next second. The window that was originally opened to release the seawater now became a fatal loophole, and the seawater poured into the car without any hindrance. Inside, everyone was engulfed almost instantly.

Irwin wanted to draw his own card before the seawater swallowed him, but before he could touch the deck, the surging seawater easily overturned Irwin's figure.

Without any delay, the sea water completely filled the carriage, squeezing people's bodies due to the impact. Everyone spat out bubbles in pain, and some pythons that had not left yet wrapped around other people's bodies again.

Irwin and Cinderella were knocked apart. This time they had no room to move. Even if they floated up, there was no blank space to breathe.

The field of vision was turbid and full of pythons dancing wildly. The rolling coldness penetrated Irwin's nerves. He gradually lost consciousness. The heat was rapidly escaping from the body, and his consciousness fell into the ice cellar.

Driven by the current, Irwin's body crashed uncontrollably into the following cars. He tried to grab something to stop himself from being swept away, but all Irwin grabbed was one python after another, entangled with each other. Climbing onto Irwin's arm, biting at his body, trying to chew off large chunks of flesh.

The scattered chairs crashed against his body, and Irwin curled up in pain, and then he hit the wall again. The water flow was like a powerful hand, pressing down on his head, dragging and rubbing him. The wall hit the threshold and rolled towards the next car.

In the pain and fainting, Irwin thought a lot. He saw that stormy night again, holding the blood-stained stone in his hand, and jumped from the ship.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my story started in the water, and now I have to end in the water.

In a daze, Irwin saw countless pythons rushing toward him. They opened their mouths with all their strength, as if they wanted to eat him alive. From the open bloody mouth, Irwin could see the Heads stuffed into the python's throat.

Irwin has forgotten the names of most of the faces, but Irwin remembers who they are, the demons he once killed.

I had tortured them day and night, just to get information from them about the extraordinary world, no... about the witch of pleasure. Those body bags were piled up deep in the dungeon.

Now these dead souls are looking for Irwin. They are struggling and trying to crawl out of the python's mouth, vowing to drag Irwin with them into hell.

But Irwin didn't feel scared. On the contrary, he laughed happily. Irwin made a smiley face vigorously, as if he was laughing at these people.

The pythons rushed up and surrounded Irvin. From the outside, he now looked like a huge ball of meat entangled by a group of silver snakes. Bologger drew out his sword and swam hard towards Irvin. He tried Save Irvin, but Irvin was unable to maintain his figure under the bites of the pythons. At this moment, he had already crossed the car door and fell into the next car.

Bologg was coughing painfully, and a large number of bubbles appeared in front of him. There is no oxygen space now, and Bologg cannot last long in the water. He may suffocate before he can rescue Irving. And die.

The situation of others is similar. If there is no improvement, everyone will drown in this... Damn it! Hart has sunk to the bottom!

Pain spread throughout his body, and the blood dissolved into the water also obscured his vision. Irwin's situation became precarious. In the cold silence, the hallucinations before his eyes became more and more serious due to lack of oxygen.

Irwin saw pairs of arms stretching out from the snake's mouth. The dead souls were shouting loudly that they would pay the price. At the same time, the strange female voice also sounded in his ears.

Irwin had heard the woman's voice as early as the attack on the Elysium, and now he heard it again.

The sound was blurred by the sea water, and reached his ears with a low murmur, like a murmur of unknown meaning. Fortunately, this did not bother Irvin for too long, as he muttered to himself.

"I won't die..."

The feeling of seawater filling your mouth and nose was not pleasant, let alone letting it fill up your lungs little by little. The hallucinations caused by the lack of oxygen became more and more intense, but Irwin did not die. What was even weirder was that Irwin burst out With unimaginable strength, he tore off the snakes on his body bit by bit.

In the dim and turbid underwater world, Irwin saw Boluogo rushing towards him. This guy had almost reached his limit, but he still waved his sword stubbornly.

Irwin began to like Boluogo. He was a stubborn guy like himself. This reminded Irwin of the unfinished sentence between him and Boluogo.

In fact, Irwin wanted to say to Boluogo that sometimes ideals are not important. Yes, this kind of thing is not important. No matter who it is, there will be something called an ideal.

What really matters is the courage to carry out your ideals to the end.

Irwin is such a stubborn person, just like those children described himself as a child, a stubborn and annoying stone.

Only stone can persist for thirty-three years for a ridiculous goal, and only stone can stubbornly reach this point, either being smashed by others or being smashed.

The woman's singing voice became clearer.

"Oh...who is she?"

"A mystery."

"A strange dream."

Irwin saw it. The snakes that entangled him gradually dispersed, and the figure dancing in the water was revealed behind the withered snakes. Perhaps the illusion caused by the lack of oxygen was adding color to reality, as if the clothes were stained by blood. It spreads in the water like a rippling water lily in full bloom.

He couldn't believe what he saw. The familiar figure arrived across time. It seemed that nothing had changed, just like when Irwin saw her.

In the dark and turbid world, the burgundy eyes exuded a strange light. Irwin's mind went blank. He allowed Cinderella to approach him. The girl waved her gestures randomly, trying to convey information to Irwin, but Erwin couldn't. Wen's eyes were dull as if he hadn't seen anything.

Cinderella could only let Irwin grab her ankle, and then she held the dagger with both hands, as if climbing a rock, and repeatedly nailed the dagger into the ground, moving her body clumsily and bit by bit, and in this simple and crude way, she Irwin pulled back to the chess table.

Every swing of the dagger consumes Cinderella's physical strength greatly. Because she can't swim, she can only think of this method for the time being. If she can leave here alive, Cinderella will seriously consider learning to swim, and she will also consider whether to swim with Irving used both hands to record his various journeys on the road.

Thinking of this, Cinderella felt that this idea was not bad, so that when she was old, she could greet a bunch of young and energetic young men and tell them about her wonderful adventures, and they would definitely show their admiration.

Cinderella could even imagine their shocked expressions, which sounded so wonderful.

Arching her feet, Cinderella reached out and grabbed Irvin. She curled up, like a rabbit struggling to take off, kicked Irvin in the abdomen, and pushed him towards the chess table with all her strength.

Irwin seemed to have regained his consciousness. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the card that belonged to him.