Endless Debt

Even if he knew that he had the power of immortality for the time being, making such a decision still required a lot of courage. Irwin didn't know whether he made such a decision because of the anger caused by being teased and lost his mind, or if he made such a decision after careful consideration. Afterwards, he performed a noble act.

In short, no matter what the reason is that drives Irwin, the ironclad fact is cruelly before his eyes. Irwin is deeply trapped in countless intersecting blades. He can clearly feel the cold and sharp metal passing through his body. Tear open his skin, cut off his bones and tendons, and shred his internal organs into a bloody mess.

Waves of pain washed over Irwin's nerves, as if sharp steel needles were piercing his brain along his temples. The friction between metals made a high-pitched sound, as if there were ghosts screaming in his ears.

Irwin's body fell apart, but quickly reassembled itself. The high-speed rotating blade kept pushing him outward, and soon half of Irwin's body was squeezed out of the meat grinder.

"I'm a stubborn guy... I'm a stupid guy..."

Irwin muttered in a low voice that in the face of such a crisis, people always need some ridiculous lies to deceive themselves, so that they have a suitable reason to do those stupid things.

As if he didn't know the pain, he stretched out his hand with great effort. Even though the meat grinder pushed him away, he still turned back desperately and watched his limbs turn into a ball of meat again and be devoured by the greedy machine.

Vaguely, Irwin felt that the meat grinder in front of him came to life. Nourished by the blood, it sounded a strange and grotesque laughter from the metal, devouring the immortal sacrifices, turning flesh and blood into fuel, and driving the Dawn. Rushing forward.

The storm that penetrates the sky and the earth is very close, but it can no longer catch up with the train. It speeds over the sea, like a picture in a fantasy, without stopping for a moment.

Asmodeus watched all this, and the stench of blood overflowed in the air. Others smelled the strong smell and vomited instinctively. Thinking that these came from Irwin, the twisted nausea became more intense.

The blood was beaten into a light red blood mist. Asmodeus took a deep breath. She could taste Irwin's pain and sadness. The strong emotions filled her throat like honey, and like a blooming rose, her body Her posture became more and more coquettish and beautiful, and even her pupils burned at this moment, turning into magnificent gems.

Asmodeus likes strong and straightforward emotions, which is different from the joy that her followers can bring her. Irwin is not protected by the evil and chaotic pleasure. He cannot convert pain into pleasure and can only directly The ground bears it all.

"It hurts, Irwin."

Asmodeus walked towards Irwin, and she began to understand that Belphegor was obsessed with him. Irwin's choices were always so interesting, making people want to completely control him.

"You can avoid this."

Asmodeus stretched out her hand towards Irwin. As long as Irwin was willing, she could bestow protection on him at any time, and then the pain caused by the meat grinder would no longer be able to affect him.

Irwin held back the pain and asked, "What's the price?"

Asmodeus was rejected again, but she was not angry, but instead had a smile on her face. She suddenly turned her head and looked towards the rear of the carriage, where Belphegor was standing quietly, watching. Everything they say and do.

"This is what makes the game fun."

"yes."

Belphegor rarely agreed with Asmodeus, "We are omnipotent, but we cannot conquer a poor soul."

Irwin is indeed a stubborn guy. Asmodeus knows what he wants and his wish is right in front of him, but Irwin stops moving forward. Is he cherishing his soul? Or are you hesitating about something else?

Asmodeus has experienced this kind of game countless times, and she has also seen many souls. Everyone thinks they are special, but in the end, it turns out that they are just mediocre.

The same is true for Irwin, he is just mediocre, but now Irwin has not been crushed, has not been pushed to the limit, when he is on the verge of collapse, Asmodeus will win easily.

"I'll get him."

Asmodeus shook his head as he said, "He won't refuse me, otherwise he wouldn't be stupid enough to board this train."

"Then show me," Belphegor said, not in a hurry to compete. "Are you the sun or the north wind?"

The thrown dice are superimposed, and a new round of event cards is arranged in front of him. Boluogo draws cards decisively. This cruel game is developing in an increasingly twisted direction. He wants to end it all as soon as possible. The devil knows how to continue. What will happen if you drag it on.

"Pressure, only when faced with pressure and choices can a person's true value be revealed."

The moment before Bologg was about to pick up the card, a ghostly voice sounded in his ears. Bologg remembered that voice, Belphegor's voice.

Boluogo turned his head sharply. He couldn't see anything, and then his eyes moved to the canary.

"What is going on? What are you planning?"

Bologg loudly questioned Canary. He didn't think it was his hallucination. There was more than one devil in this game at the moment, and for some unknown purpose, Belphegor took the initiative to contact him.

The evil umbilical cord connects everyone, like a ball of wool, entangled together and drifting together.

"I...I don't know."

Canary shook her head. She didn't know Belphegor's plan. The order she got from beginning to end was just to hunt the white gull.

Boluogo paused for a moment. Just as he was about to ask, the card in his hand seemed to be on fire, burning Boluogo's palm. After the burning pain, Boluogo hadn't even seen what he had drawn. The card turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated.

At the same time, heavy footsteps sounded from behind the carriages.

Boluogo looked straight at the car doors that were opening one by one. The thicker and smellier blood smell followed the wind. Asmodeus also turned around at this time and looked towards the direction of the sound with interest.

"My lovely pet."

Accompanied by Asmodeus's chuckle, the bloated and terrifying figure struggled to squeeze the narrow carriage, its thick blood-stained arms waved and climbed randomly, and its eyeballs as dense as insect eggs peered at the people in the chessboard carriage.

One of Asmodeus's collections, the amputated man that Borogo had seen before, appeared on the train. This was not a monster that existed in the original "Journey to the End of the Night", but a monster in Asmodeus's collection. Under the influence, the magical reality gradually becomes weird.

Palmer swallowed. The most terrifying monster they have encountered so far is the Dread Eater. And the current amputated limb must be far superior to the Dread Eater in terms of appearance and actual strength.

The sharp and high-pitched roar was deafening. As if smelling the breath of a living person, the amputated person waved countless arms, like a huge flesh-and-blood spider made up of severed limbs, frantically moving towards the chessboard carriage. Come.

The car door couldn't stop it at all. It collapsed under its impact, and even the carriage began to twist. Canary immediately fired a series of crossbow arrows, but the arrows clanged against the body of the amputated person, unable to kill it at all.

Boluogo decisively drew his sword to meet the enemy. He needed to stop the amputee in the next carriage. Once it rushed into the chessboard carriage, they would have no room to maneuver.

"Have you heard the story of the North Wind and the Sun?"

While several people were fighting to the death, Asmode was chatting leisurely with Irwin like they were having afternoon tea.

"Do you want to say that you are Bei Feng?"

The intense pain strangled Irwin repeatedly. Only a few minutes had passed since he stepped into the meat grinder, but he felt that it had been as long as several years. Every second he persisted was a strong test for Irwin.

"You torture us with these sufferings, trying to make us kneel before you one by one?"

Irwin's voice was choppy. It was not easy for Irwin to endure the pain while maintaining a rational conversation.

"Why not?" Asmodeus still had that arrogant and playful attitude, "As long as you surrender to me, all this will be over, Irwin."

"What do you want?"

Asmode thought, "The love hidden in my heart? Or the end of this long pain? Oh, by the way, don't you want eternal life?"

As long as you surrender, none of this will be a problem. The only thing you have to pay is your illusory soul. "

Asmodeus said and laughed, her laughter was as elegant as in her memory. As Asmodeus got closer, the stirring of the blade also slowed down, as if to give Irwin time to think.

Asmodeus showed a confused expression, "Think about it, Irwin, does the soul mean anything to you? It can't be seen or touched."

"Or...are you still going to reject me?"

Asmodeus was silent for a moment, her figure became illusory, and she stepped into the meat grinder to observe Irwin's hidden expression.

Tangle, pain, silence, sadness... extremely complex emotions flashed back in Irwin's eyes. Just smelling this complex emotion could bring Asmodeus a huge sense of satisfaction, and she liked it more and more. This is a fun toy for Irvine.

"Then to put it another way, Irwin, if you reject me, you will be in this long pain forever, everything you cherish will be destroyed, you can't save anyone, and your so-called nobility will be destroyed by me bit by bit. Crush.”

Asmodeus has seen many people, many people who think they are noble and will not succumb to the devil. There are too many examples. Everyone feels that they can defeat desire, but they will eventually become one of their collections. .

Irwin coughed up a lot of blood, and the blade cut his throat. He needed to wait a few seconds for his throat to heal on its own, and his voice became hoarse.

"Want to make a bet? Asmodeus."

Irwin raised his head hard and looked at her disdainfully.

A roaring impact came from the next carriage. Bologg was slapped against the wall by the amputee. Dull pain came from his chest. Bologg felt that several of his ribs had been broken.

The sword blade in his hand is full of gaps and cracks. Even though Bologg can dodge the attack of the amputated person, his blade is still difficult to kill the person who has lost the limb. No matter how hard Bologg slashes, he is only in trouble. Just tickling it.

A series of shallow wounds appeared on the body of the person who had lost his limbs. Even if Boluogo completely penetrated the body of the person who lost his limbs, the length of the blade and the killing area would not affect the monster at all.

On the contrary, as long as the amputee hits Bologg with a random blow, the blow is enough to break Bologg's bones and take away most of his life.

Bologg coughed painfully, blood stained the corners of his mouth, and the dark shadow covered him again. Bologg tried to get up and move, but he had just stood up halfway, and the severe pain from his legs made him unbearable. He sat down calmly.

The deadly black shadow covered the top of his head, and the amputee swung down heavy blows excitedly, eager to dismember Bologo's body. All Bologo could do at this moment was to raise his sword tiredly.

Another tall shadow covered Boluogo. The heavy shield and sharp claws collided together. After dense sparks, he crashed to the other side of the car and knocked open the door, almost falling. Go down.

"Are you dancing on me?"

Hart vomited a large amount of seawater while clutching his chest and complaining. At this extremely critical moment, Hart finally got rid of his nightmare.

Such a dramatic scene left Bologg speechless in shock. He always imagined events in the worst possible direction. In Bologg's eyes, Hart was no different from a dead person, but he stood up again.

"What are you staring at?"

Hart stood up in embarrassment and shouldered the heavy shield again. He couldn't figure out what was happening now. It was obviously an ordinary train journey before he fell into coma, but now he was traveling on the storm and sea.

"Guess what I drew!"

The sound of extreme excitement came from the chessboard carriage. Palmer waved the card in his hand ecstatically, and then threw it hard towards Boluogo.

The card flew in mid-air, and halfway through the flight, the card surface twisted and burned, and in the gorgeous firelight, a slender long sword burst out of the fire.

It was a sword with a strange shape. The blade was narrow and slender, and seemed to be forged from a single piece of metal. The straight blade extended to the hilt, and there was no guard in the middle to block it.

The sharp sword body is completely black, like a dark silhouette. If it weren't for the physical presence, at first glance, you would even think it was a sword blade made of shadow.

Boluogo recognized this blade that was shaped like a pitch-black spike. He had read about it in the book "Night Hunter". It was the sword of the protagonist in the story, and it was also the sharpest and most deadly cold weapon in the story. Palmer actually drew the strongest equipment card in "Night Journey".

Borogo remembered its name, Grudgebite.

Flying forward to grab the spike-like blade, Bologger turned around and roared out his sword. The pitch-black blade collided with the countless sharp claws of the amputee, as if it was chopping cotton. , the resentful blade cut off the arm of the amputated person without any hindrance.

The bones and flesh were broken and flew across, and countless terrifying and ferocious arms fell apart. The tissue sections were clearly visible, as if they had been carefully dissected by a doctor. In the painful wail, they turned into blood flowers that filled the sky.

It’s still very uncomfortable, maybe it’s just a single update this time.