Endless Debt

At this unexpected moment, the situation developed rapidly in an unexpected direction. Palmer was completely unable to react. He could not understand why Cinderella suddenly became like this, let alone Irving and Burrow. The strange tacit understanding between Ge and Ge.

"Cinderella..."

Palmer opened his mouth in confusion, when Canary stopped Palmer, raised his crossbow, and pointed forward warily.

"She is not Cinderella," said Canary. "Cinderella never existed."

Aimu reacted and said with lingering fear, "This is just the identity used by the Witch of Joy to disguise herself, one of her many identities."

Palmer's face turned pale, and a great sense of crisis enveloped his heart. Recalling everything along the way, he looked at Irwin in disbelief.

"Were we targeted from the beginning?"

"I am not sure."

Irwin shook his head. He was the first among several people to meet Cinderella. Looking back now, Irwin couldn't tell whether all this was a coincidence or a long-planned conspiracy.

But in any case, the original purpose is no longer important. The reality before a few people is that Cinderella has realized her wish, the development of her identity card has been completed, and it has been collected by the Desire Witch again.

A strange thought arose in Irwin's mind. He didn't know whether Cinderella really existed at a certain moment in the past, or whether it had always been a false illusion.

Irwin had many things he wanted to ask the other party, but Irwin knew that the other party would not give him an answer, just like he did when he asked Cinderella about her secret.

"Is all this a coincidence?" Irwin knew the result, but he still couldn't help asking, "You did it on purpose!"

Facing Irwin's question, Asmodeus smiled and said nothing. Her smile was so charming, how could anyone be angry at her, but there was a nameless anger in Irwin's heart, which grew stronger and stronger. .

Irwin thought of Cinderella and his own words. Everything was so real, but in the end it was just an illusion that was too realistic.

"Compared with these, you should take care of yourselves first."

Asmodeus took over the identity of White Ou and became the new host, a more willful and rule-ignoring host.

She asked, "Whose turn is it?"

Boluogo tightened his grip on the dice in his hand. He did not roll the dice obediently, but looked at Asmode more warily, "I thought that you, as the big villain, would appear in a later session, not now. "

"That's right," Boluogo became more and more sure of his thoughts, "Such an appearance is not dramatic enough and does not suit your ideas, is it?"

According to Boluogo's calculations, she should have a more dramatic appearance, rather than mysteriously taking over the existence of a girl after she fulfills her wish.

"What hastened your appearance?"

Asmodeus squinted her eyes, and an orange-red light similar to the storm outside flickered in the gaps. She seemed to be looking at Boluogo, and she seemed to be looking at the uninvited guest standing at the car door.

"I'd say he's very perceptive," Belphegor leaned against the wall and looked at Asmode with a smile, "You can't grasp everyone's hearts."

Belphegor appeared on the fast-moving Dawn at some unknown time. What was even more strange was that this time only Asmodeus seemed to be able to see him. He was completely independent from the world, just like a spectator.

"I prefer to let it develop naturally. Only creation without interference can produce perfect works."

Belphegor raised his hand as he spoke. He brought out Irwin's first draft and read it all the way. He was almost finished reading it, just as Irwin was about to use reality to describe the final ending for him.

"I know what you want."

Asmodeus spoke, as if she was speaking to Belphegor, and also as if she was threatening all those who had desires.

Irwin's face was expressionless. Although he was an author, he didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment. It seemed that all the words and sentences he had learned and knew could not fully explain his inner feelings at this moment.

Burlogo asked, "Then what do you want?"

"The legendary witch of pleasure has been lurking around us since early in the morning, creating this crazy game... What are you doing for this?"

Boluogo could not guess that unlike other devils he met, those hateful guys were running for some kind of benefit, but when it came to the Witch of Desire, the benefits were secondary to her. She really What I want is something that stirs up emotions.

"I just want to play a game with you," Asmod said frankly, "and this game is about a certain bet."

Asmodeus suddenly stood up, and she almost floated to Irwin's side, her gorgeous jewel-like eyes reflecting Irwin's appearance.

"I remember you, Irvin Fleischer."

Her slender white palms fell on Irwin's face, and she gently opened Irwin's eyelids, completely exposing his old and cloudy pupils to the air.

"We have met before, but I didn't expect you to have aged like this."

Irwin stared at her blankly, and he saw the shadow of Cinderella in Asmodeus, as well as the appearance buried deep in his memory.

As if she was getting acquainted with her again, Asmodeus showed confusion and waved. The flesh-and-blood book flew into her hand, and the bloody pages were flipped with a clatter.

Asmodeus turned the page and muttered to himself, "Which card is it from? Sorry, I can't remember clearly. It should be this one, right? Or this one?"

As if she was picking out clothes in front of the wardrobe, countless identity cards flashed back in Asmodeus's hands. Perhaps it was too long ago, and Asmodeus could not find the identity card that Irwin was familiar with. For this reason, she took out Cinderella's identity card again, and under Irwin's gaze, she once again changed back to her familiar appearance.

"I can't find it. Can I use this one?"

Asmodeus smiled and took out another one, "Still like this? How about it?"

The lightness of a girl and the grace of a woman overlap and alternate on her body. Every time she changes, she brings an astonishing sense of beauty, like the realistic embodiment of the concept of desire.

Irwin stared at her blankly. When her performance completely angered Irwin, Irwin grabbed her wrist, growled and asked, "What are you doing?"

The anger surged in his heart. Irwin had thought about the devil's distortion, but when she actually appeared in front of him, playing with his memories and emotions, Irwin still felt that he had underestimated the evil of the devil.

"Oh? I'm just satisfying everyone's desires. Don't you like this?"

Asmodeus didn't think she had done anything wrong. She even looked up at Bolog and asked Bolog loudly, "Don't you want to?"

While she was narrating, Bologg was surprised to discover the changes in Asmod. Her brows changed into another familiar look. Bologg knew who she was going to become, but that was something Bologg could not blaspheme. Memory, compared to Irwin's growl, Boluogo always liked to put it into practice, so he silently waved his sword and vowed to chop off Asmodeus's head.

Boluogo burst out silently, and the sword approached Asmodeus. The moment before he was hit by the sword, Asmodeus turned into countless burning butterflies and dissipated. Then he regrouped at the chess table and sat lazily. On the chair, he raised his snow-white thighs and rested them on the chess table.

"I really don't understand. I'm obviously trying to satisfy your desires with good intentions. Why are you so angry at me?"

Asmodeus looked at Palmer and smiled at him, "What do you think?"

In Palmer's horrified eyes, Asmodeus transformed into Vosilin's appearance. From this moment on, Palmer knew what Irwin and Bologo had seen on Asmodeus's face. .

Palmer murmured, "The big villain is here..."

"Haha! Big villain!"

Asmodeus laughed heartily. As her laughter sounded, the howling wind outside the car became louder and louder. The screams of broken metal continued, and the storm following the Dawn was tearing apart everything it touched. Rails, tear them apart and crush them, throwing them into the wind.

"Since everyone is so resistant, let's change the game."

Asmodeus stretched, then snapped his fingers. The car door behind her opened with a bang, but what slid out was a twisted meat grinder, with countless sharp and deadly blades rubbing against each other, making a loud sound. A threatening grinding sound.

The meat grinder is connected all the way to the front of the locomotive, as if it were powering the train.

"Now it needs sacrifices to move forward."

Asmodeus spoke softly, and at the same time, the Dawn seemed to have lost power, and its speed suddenly slowed down. The furious storm grabbed the rear carriage, and with the violent shaking, it almost overturned the entire train and sank to the bottom of the sea.