Endless Debt.

Chapter 609
Burlogo's meeting with Gould was not pleasant, even bad.

Seeing Gould for the first time, Bologo felt a rare burst of joy. After all, it is not easy to meet an acquaintance in this ghost place, let alone the other party is still a defender, even if he is now Trapped in the frame, most of them have lost their extraordinary power just like themselves, but it is also a kind of spiritual relief.

I thought it would be a strong alliance, and together they would find a way to get out of this damn game. It was obvious that Gould's fighting will was not high.

"Gold, what happened?"

In the narrow carriage, Bologo chopped off the monster's head with a sword, then stabbed the sword towards the side of the carriage, and pierced the monster hanging outside the carriage through the window.

Relying on the advantages of the terrain, even though Bologo was exhausted, he still had the advantage, but Bologo did not take it lightly, but became more vigilant.

The event cards they encounter now are just the attacks of some regular monsters. In the previous board games, Bologo encountered many elite and powerful enemy units. More importantly, in the previous games, no matter how Formidable opponents are just pawns, but now, these pawns will turn into real monsters and cull them.

This is the real game, the story being written.

"What happened to the tenth group? Why are you here? What is the true face of the original thing?"

While slashing, Bologo did not forget to ask Gould a series of questions. Gould didn't answer Bologo's questions right away. He seemed to be troubled by some kind of nightmare, and his mental state was extremely unstable.

"Bologo...Bologo...I remember you, Lazarus risen from the dead..."

Gould muttered to himself, and then he seemed to realize something, and asked in horror, "Why did you come here? Could it be that we have failed? Is the Bureau of Order still destroyed in disputes?"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, like a tortured prisoner.

"What are you talking about?"

Burrog realized that there was something wrong with the defender's mental state, and his rational consciousness seemed to be distorted by some evil force.

Gould in the card frame was silent for a moment. He tried hard to control his dislocated and collapsing consciousness, and sorted out words that could be described.

During the time when Gould was silent, Burlogo repeated to him what happened along the way, from the attack on the tenth group to the melee in Freeport, and now being involved in the Happy Garden, Burlogo told him Repeated in full.

Along with Bologo's narration, Gould showed an unbelievable look. Bologo was focused on slashing and killing monsters, and had no time to pay attention to Gould's reaction, but he could feel the card on his chest trembling , as if trembling with Gould's body.

"You found me, together with the original thing... How long has it been?"

Gould asked nervously, "In...in the material world, how long has it been since I disappeared?"

"About half a month?"

Borrog also couldn't remember clearly, the high-intensity battle left him no extra thoughts to think about these things, the Dawn rumbled forward, the sound of metal and flesh colliding constantly, the monster was crushed by the high-speed train, Delicate blood foam melted into the wind, and the nostrils were filled with dignified blood.

"It's...was it only half a month?"

Gould was extremely shocked, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear, and then he laughed wildly.

Bologo felt that there might be something wrong with Gould's spirit, and he didn't know what the defender had experienced in the Happy Garden.

Burlog asked back, "How long do you think it's been?"

Gould was silent for a few seconds, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Ten years? Or 20 years? My God, this empty space will blur your sense of time."

Burrog marveled at the twisted time.

The carriage shook violently. It should be that a new event card was triggered. Burlogo didn’t know what the event was. He needed to go back to confirm. He turned around and returned to the chessboard carriage, and took the opportunity to close the doors along the way. The monsters are long, but as long as the chessboard car does not fall, they have the ability to win back.

Fierce gunshots came from the front, and Burlogo climbed onto the roof of the car, and could see tracer bullets interspersed in the rain of bullets, weaving a line of fire that swept into the night.

Palmer's laughter can be vaguely heard. His firepower has doubled. It should be that he has drawn a benign event card and received material assistance.

"I remember that I participated in the struggle for the primordial thing, and I managed to twist the tough metal and bind it to me."

Gould's voice came from his chest as Burlogo was advancing against the wind.

"We were attacked by the Zongge Orchestra, and their offensive was very violent. In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, I separated from my team members, and I fled alone with the original thing."

Thinking of his current situation, Gould said softly, "This is a wise choice."

"and then!"

Burrogo questioned loudly, and Gould's words regained logic and reason, which is a good sign.

"I was drawn into the joy garden."

Even now, when referring to the Paradise, Gould’s words still carry deep shock and fear. For Gould, this carnival paradise is no different from the cruel hell. It's even scarier than hell.

"And you became like this?"

Burrog kicked over a monster that was trying to climb onto the roof of the car, and watched as it was crushed into blood foam by the heavy wheels.

"The Desire Witch, I faced her directly," Gould recalled his experience, "She played a game with me."

Burlogo asked, "Is this the same game as it is now?"

If Gould played "Night Journey" alone, it would be really difficult for him to go on this crazy journey alone.

"No, it's just a simple game of gambling. I won, but lost again."

In the frame, Gould fell silent. From Bologo's point of view, Gould was trapped in the card, but from Gould's perspective, he was in the darkness of nothingness, only a narrow , Only a hole the size of a card allows him to connect with the outside world.

Burrog probably figured out Gould's experience, "Your body left the Paradise with the original, but your consciousness was trapped here."

"She praised my will, and housed me, and tested me."

Gould's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.

"I understand her intentions, she likes to collect people with strong emotions and then watch them destroy and numb.

She's a monster, a monster that feeds on other people's emotions! "

Gould cursed the Desire Witch, and then his body trembled violently. This did not come from the fear of will, but the endless torture that had been integrated into the instinct of the body, and it broke out uncontrollably.

"For you, it has only been half a month, but for me, it seems that I have spent decades in this darkness, enduring that uninterrupted torture.

She has been looking forward to my collapse, and when I completely collapse, she will feel tired and throw me aside.

But once I completely collapse and lose myself, it also represents my failure..."

"It's like a cycle of pain," Burrogo recounted, "the more you insist, the more you suffer, the more pleasure she gets from you, but if you give in..."

Bologo didn't continue talking, but instead encouraged Gould, "You can bear it, Gould, you still have self-awareness."

Gauld sighed, "A tormented, passive, hopeless sense of self?"

"You don't understand, Bolog, even among the devils, she is absolutely evil," Gould sneered when he mentioned this, "Other devils just want your value, your soul , or to achieve some kind of evil purpose."

"But she's different. She just makes fun of you, uses the cruelest way to arouse the most passionate emotions in your heart, and throws you away when it's gone and nothing but meaningless emptiness remains."

Gould blinked vigorously, and he uttered a burst of meaningless repetition, as if there was a barrier to language function.

From the moment he met Belphegor, Bologo realized that the imaginary domain of the devils can not only distort space, but also distort the scale of time to a certain extent. something happened.

"We can't win... can't win... the devils always do that, win and win, never lose."

Gould pressed his hands hard on his face, distorting his face, making it hideous and terrifying.

Burlogo couldn't imagine Gould's experience, "What did she do to you?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Gould shook his head, and then he nodded again, "You will experience it, everyone will experience it, and this is what makes her happy."

Bologo threw a throwing knife casually, piercing through several jumping monsters, and the corpses fell from the air and fell on the vast wilderness.

He pretended to be relaxed and said, "It seems that there is a cruel surprise waiting for me."

"No, you don't understand."

"There's nothing you don't understand! Gould!"

Bologo's voice suddenly became severe, "Don't you understand this extremely simple truth?"

The crossed blades tore apart the body of another monster, and Borrog left a large number of corpses behind him. As the Dawn rushed, the strong wind dragged the corpses and carried them into the darkness.

Burlog picked up the card and yelled at Gould, "Either we die here, or live, and get out of this ghost place! All the rest of the words are meaningless complaints!"

Flipping into the chessboard carriage, other people were already in place, and the dice were placed on the delicate chessboard. Burlogo reached out to grab the dice, threw it, and hit the white gull's face hard, before bouncing back into the chessboard again.

"I refuse to die, so we are left with only one option."

The others rolled the dice one by one, and a new round of events was distributed. Bologo did not finish his words, but stood on the spot with his long sword, his blood and the monster's blood mixed together, flowing along the cold metal. full of ground.

The Dawn is still going, it's going on.

(End of this chapter)