Endless Debt

The scene behind the big library was quite different from the crazy scene of the decisive battle that Bologger had expected. It stands to reason that after opening the door, there should be a crazy devil giving out bursts of twisted smiles, thirsting for the souls of mortals... ...maybe both ends.

The unlucky Irwin will tremble under their oppression, just like many people Bologo has seen, his will gradually collapses under the pressure, and his whole person will be completely dominated by madness.

Body, mind, soul, everything, everything, will slide uncontrollably into the dark abyss, completely buried and corrupted by the thick tar.

But when Boluogo broke through the siege and arrived at the big library, the crazy scene he expected did not emerge, but only an extremely peaceful scene.

In the deathly silence, only the mechanical sound of Irwin's tapping on the typewriter was left. He seemed to have noticed the arrival of Boluogo and others, and soon even the tapping sound disappeared.

Irwin's workbench was placed on the steps in the center of the large library. Countless pages of paper were piled up behind the workbench. They were like falling snowflakes, one after another, rising high.

Densely packed words filled with blasphemous words filled the page. Bologger originally thought that the source of the evil would be the devil, but now he can clearly sense that the source of all these twisted powers is none other than Irwin.

"Irwin, we're here," Bologo said. "We're here to save you."

Irwin slowly turned his head, and a decayed face appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes. He couldn't believe that it was Irwin. He was completely unrecognizable at this moment, as if he had aged many years, but his eyes were still so bright. , exuding light in the dark, sunken eye sockets.

"I know," Irwin nodded calmly, "I wrote about it in the book."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of paper, which described in detail the arrival of Boluogo and the others, not even the slightest omission of the thrilling process.

Boluogo didn't know what to say for a moment, and all the words were blocked in his throat. He looked at the woman leaning aside again. She had a face that Boluogo had never seen before, but she had a pair of stunning, Fire opal eyes.

Irwin knew what Boluogo was thinking, and it was all in his writing, like a cyclical story.

"I did it," Irwin smiled at Boluogo. "I resisted the temptations of the devils and even restrained her."

"she is……"

The woman raised her head, and Bologg couldn't help but tighten his grip. His body was about to move, and every cell was screaming, driving Bologg to swing the blade.

"Asmodeus."

Irwin said straightforwardly. While he was narrating, Daisy Castle shook violently again. Bologger could hear the roars of the monsters. They were going crazy and wanted to invade this place and tear everyone to pieces. .

"To be precise, she is just one of the many incarnations of Asmodeus. Asmodeus is her, but she is not Asmodeus."

Irwin looked at the woman with soft eyes and continued to explain.

"What's the matter?"

Palmer hid the Storm Feather under his clothes. Like Boluogo, he thought there was a crazy battle waiting for them here, but in fact it was like this.

No... this might as well be a big war. At least it would be nice to know who the enemy is and then put everything into the hands of the sword, but now? This weird and ridiculous scene left everyone wondering what to do.

Imprisoning the devil? Is this possible?

Boluogo didn't believe that Irwin could do this, but he chose to trust Irwin's words with his chaotic thoughts. After experiencing so much, Boluogo had realized that the devil may be invincible, but humans are trapped in the devil's conspiracy. , you can also use some loopholes to achieve the same victory conditions.

Take Amu, for example, she is the miraculous product of the game between TEDA and the devil.

Can Irvin create such a miracle?

A cold breeze blew in the sealed room. It held up one of the many pages, and then slowly fell into Boluogo's hands like swaying leaves. The words on it described what had just happened.

"They don't know what I want. The same goes for Asmode and the same goes for Belphegor." Irwin shook his head. "In the end, devils are so boring. After carefully understanding the logic of their actions, , many things can be easily seen through.”

Bologna did not see Belphegor and it was not clear whether he had left.

Irwin went on to explain, "They were angry."

He laughed as he spoke, his voice full of pride, "Devils are always like this, they look arrogant and think they are above all living things... Maybe they think they are gods.

The devils have never looked at anyone. In their eyes, everyone is just a group of lambs covered with wool.

But now the Lamb has dragged them down from their high position and shattered their self-righteous arrogance. "

Irwin scoffed, "They're pissed."

Belphegor chose to remain silent, while Asmodeus, under the ever-increasing human nature, gave Irwin a blow in shame and anger. Irwin could feel the pain in his abdomen, but he thought it was nothing, and even said that he enjoyed it. This pain, like a soldier's wound, is a witness to honor.

Irwin went on to say that his contact with the devil may not be the longest, but it is definitely the deepest. Whether it is soul or emotion, this is beyond the reach of Boluogo.

"I think devils have no humanity, they are just the will of some kind of pure power, and in order to satisfy that pursuit, or curse, they will give themselves some humanity to weaken the level of their own existence.

Only by understanding human nature can we play with it. "

Irwin whispered in a weak, inaudible voice, "That's their weakness."

"In order to pursue emotions, Asmode has created countless identities and incarnations, and uses them to taste all kinds of things in the world. I think I can take advantage of this. Even if Asmode is reluctant, this continues the development of the story logic. .

It matched my desires and hers. "

The page fell off Bolog's fingertips. He stared at Irwin, and saw Irwin smiling frankly at him. The sound of liquid dripping sounded. There was a shocking wound in his abdomen, and blood kept flowing. The ground beneath his feet was dyed red. Not only that, Irwin's fingers were completely covered in blood, and the typewriter was full of scarlet fingerprints.

Irwin narrated softly, and the typewriter printed characters quickly.

"In order to tempt me to fall, Asmodeus turned back into the person I was familiar with. She talked to me sweetly and made constant promises, and I saw her again and fulfilled what I had promised."

The woman raised her head and put down the novel in her hand. She never expected that Irwin would achieve his impossible promise in this way.

At this moment, Bologo realized that Irwin had once again deceived everyone, his desire was so deep and so ridiculous.

Completely contrary to Irwin's description, the fact is that Irwin used the power of the story to force Asmodeus to change back into the person he was familiar with. As a price, Asmodeus would also be killed as described in the narrative. Irwin's most loving gesture put him to the final test.

Irwin did all this just to see her again and have her read his story.

It was with her encouragement that Irwin embarked on this path.

At this moment, Boluogo actually wanted to laugh. He involved two devils in their bet and created such a terrible extraordinary disaster. After thirty-three years of pursuit, all of this was just for this kind of thing.

This is ridiculous.

"Help me, Borogo," Irvine began to plead, "please don't let the story collapse before this is over."

There were violent crashes one after another from behind the gate. Those crazy monsters had stepped through the ruins, and under the call of Asmodeus' power, they tried to capture the big library and bite and tear the people inside.

Boluogo walked towards Irwin quickly, his bite rubbing against the ground, making a horrifying sound.

"I'm here to prevent disaster, not to help you realize your wish."

Bologg's voice was stern and terrifying. He realized that he had never understood Irwin. He thought he could understand him before, but it was just an illusion given to him by Irwin. This mysterious author hid himself in a After layers of narratives.

"Your wish has not changed from beginning to end, you are just like this..."

Bologg glared at Irwin. For a moment, he didn't know how to describe Irwin's foolishness. Slowly, Bologg's tone softened and he asked in confusion.

"Why? Irwin, so what if you use the power of narrative to turn her into what you remember, but this is still..."

"Still fake?"

Irwin interrupted Bologg, who laughed to himself.

"I know, I know everything," Irwin continued, "I don't blame you, Bolog, you don't understand these things, it's normal."

Irwin looked tenderly at Boluogo, the friend who had traveled thousands of miles to save him, "But I think you will understand later."

The dark bite was on Irwin's neck. At this moment, Bologg had to consider Palmer's proposal. If necessary, they might really need to kill Irwin to end it all.

This was originally a continuation of the Fun Park game. Asmodeus gave Irwin the power of narrative and created this fragmented reality to force Irwin to fall madly. However, Irwin took advantage of the power of this fragmented reality and instead Come and twist Asmodeus - with a cage of her own creation.

Irwin pleads, "Just think of it as some... selfish desires of a dying man."

Boluogo looked along Irwin's body, and saw that the horrific injuries were constantly taking away Irwin's vitality. The quickly swallowed paper was also filled with sentences about Irwin's injuries.

Irwin previously wanted to end this disaster with his own death. Bologg saw it from the falling page. In fact, he did so. Irwin angered Asmodeus and made the story follow a logical path. It will continue to develop, and before all this is over, he still wants to satisfy his little desire.

As if all this was not enough to convince Bologg, Irwin suddenly stood up and whispered something into Bologg's ear. At the same time, Bologg's expression suddenly changed, as if he knew some evil secret.

The whisper ended, and Irwin smiled meaningfully, "Bologo, you don't understand that this is normal."

"You are a warrior, a punisher, a savior. All you need is an enemy and a sword to swing, so you don't think about such complicated and in-depth things, but I am different."

When mentioning this, Irwin seemed a little proud, "I am an author. I am good at peering into people's hearts and even detecting things that they have deliberately buried."

A blood-stained hand placed on Boluogo's shoulder, and this time Irwin no longer asked, but spoke with an attitude full of command.

"Boluogo, I need time. I need time to verify my suspicion."

Boluogo took a few steps back, and the resentful bite fell from Irwin's neck. A clearer roar came from behind, and the entire large library was constantly shaking, and a lot of dust was flying.

With his chest rising and falling vigorously several times, Boluogo stabilized his mood and nodded with difficulty. He was convinced by Irwin, and then he continued.

"The three of us can't stop so many monsters. I need your help with the narrative."

Irwin had been prepared for this, and when he restrained Asmodeus in turn, a series of plans had already arisen in his mind.

Picking up a copy of "Night Hunters", Irwin flipped through it casually while talking to himself.

"I remember that I had such a setting in the book."

The typewriter spit out a series of pages, which clearly read, "I persuaded the hunters who came to the rescue to allow me to play against the King of Monsters, and in order to buy me time, they activated the magic potion contained in my body. , making the blood boil..."

Almost at the same moment, Boluogo felt that his body was heating up, as if every inch of the blood in his body was boiling. The strange feeling from Asmodeus' previous torture disappeared, and even the pain disappeared. There is only nearly infinite power left in it.

Bologo remembered this setting. In the novel, hunters would burst out with such power when they were in desperate situations and fight to the death.

The air he breathed became hot, and Irwin took one last look at the dark sword blade in Boluogo's hand.

"Is this a resentment bite?" Irwin nodded and confirmed, "It's exactly as I imagined."

"Don't let me down, Irwin."

Normally, Boluogo would never agree to this choice, but at this moment, he chose to believe Irwin, "If you fall, I will kill you with my own hands."

Borogo then said, "With the sword you created."

Irwin nodded with a smile, and Bologg turned around and ran towards the cracked door. Palmer met Bologg. Like Aimu, he was also inspired by power, which penetrated deep into his bones. , he even vaguely felt that his own alchemical matrix was also affected by the narrative.

"What did he tell you?"

Palmer asked. It was obvious that Irwin was doing something extremely dangerous. After counterattacking Asmode, he wanted to get more from Asmode.

Irvin was just crazy.

Burlogo shook his head and did not reveal any information about the conversation to Palmer. He just said calmly, "He convinced me."

A gap opened in the door of the big library, and a ferocious arm protruded from it. Then it was cut off by the resentful bite, and the severed limb was thrown up high, like a wet rag, and hit the ground with a dull sound.

Boluogo was not prepared to explain to anyone what Irwin had just said. He plunged into the crack and chopped up all the monsters that came close to him like a meat grinder.

In the bloody killing, Boluogo suddenly recalled what Jeffrey said to him when he joined the company a long time ago.

In the dim transit station, in front of the gate of chains and swords.

"Devils are very rule-abiding beings. At the same time, they are by no means perfect. Someone once found a loophole in the rules and used it to defeat the devils."

Boluogo took a deep breath of the bloody breath, roared, and chopped off the bodies of several monsters with his sword, like cutting through dense branches.