Endless Debt.

The sweet dream was over. Palmer grabbed Hart's feet and dragged him to walk. Palmer felt like a perverted killer, trying to dispose of the prey's body, or like a cleaner, Wipe the ground with Hart.

Dragging Hart out of the large library, through the corridor, and all the way to the outside of the train station, the cool sea breeze blowing on his face cheered Palmer up a bit.

After Bologo warned him, Palmer also realized the strangeness of this place belatedly. It would make him feel extremely comfortable, and then he would feel sleepy, if there was no Bologo to wake him up , he may really have fallen into that dream, unable to sleep for a long time.

Palmer said to himself, "I can't sleep for a long time..."

Recalling everything in the dream, Palmer felt scared for a while, because at a certain moment, he actually felt that it would be a bad thing if he couldn't sleep for a long time. After all, what existed in the dream was exactly what he wanted.

Maybe other people have the same dream as me, a false but beautiful dream, and Palmer feels that few people will reject all of this.

"It's so heavy."

Palmer piled Hart under a pillar, and he didn't know whether Hart was having a nightmare or enjoying a short sweet dream?Palmer couldn't figure it out. After putting Hart down, he immediately turned back and helped Burrog to bring the others out.

As soon as he returned to the corridor, he saw Burrogo holding the canary in one hand and holding Amy in the other. Seeing Palmer coming, he put the two on the ground, motioned for Palmer to replace him, and took the two out.

As long as one enters the building, the individual's spirit will be continuously affected, and the drowsiness will wash over the nerves like a wave. Bologo thinks that he can last longer than Palmer, so he decides to take the last two people by himself. bring out.

But when Bologo stepped into the large library again, a shaky figure had stood up at some point, he was moving wearily, with a sleeping girl under his arm.

Burrog suspected that he was wrong, "Irwin?"

"It looks like you guys woke up first."

Irwin nodded at Bologo. He looked a little bad, like he was having a nightmare, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he was listless.

What did Burlogo want to explain, "Here..."

"I know," Irving beckoned, beckoning Bologo to come over and help him, "There is a problem here, and the others must have almost fallen into a dream."

Bologo picked up Irving's shoulders, and Irving was a little weak. With the help of Bologo, he walked a lot faster, leaving this familiar big library as if fleeing for his life.

"Yes, the others haven't woken up yet...I didn't expect you to wake up on your own initiative."

Looking at Irving from the corner of his eyes, Bologo became infinitely curious about him. You must know that in order to wake up Palmer, Bologo even used violence.

"how did you do that?"

"Recognize it's a dream and tell yourself to wake up."

Irving coughed violently as he spoke, and then responded with a smile, "Don't worry, fake things can't fool me."

Boluo Ge was stunned for a second, and sighed, "You are really stubborn."

"It can only be said that my nature is hard to change."

Irving asked back, "Bologo, are you a stubborn person?"

"It depends on what you're being stubborn about," Bologo led him out of the big library, "I usually don't care about trivial things."

"It's not bad," Irwin said. "In the short life I've lived, I've come to realize one thing."

After Bologo found that a certain boundary between himself and Irwin was broken, Irwin became surprisingly talkative, as if he had lived on a desert island for many years and met other people for the first time, talking endlessly. With those trivial things.

Bologo didn't hate it very much. On the contrary, he felt that chatting with Irving was a very pleasant process, but the chatting environment was not right.

Just as Bologo was going to ask Irving what he wanted to say, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from beside him, and Bologo instinctively drew out his dagger, guarding it vigilantly in front of him.

"Are you ready to leave?"

The waiter appeared in front of the porch like a ghost, as if blocking the way, and the smile that was enough to charm most people seemed so scary and sneaky to the two of them.

"I thought the comfortable environment here would allow you to stay for a few more days."

The waiter walked towards the two of them, circled around, and examined them, "Are you sure you want to go out?"

Bologo said nothing. He didn't want to get too entangled with the waiter. He understood that the more entangled he was with him, the happier he would be. If he didn't respond, the other party would find it boring.

Irwin understood what Bologo meant, and walked with him towards the porch. The waiter didn't stop him, but just looked at the backs of the two with a smile.

When Burlogo and Irwin stepped out of the porch together, both of them heard a clear shattering sound, as if a piece of glass was full of cracks, and then they walked out of the porch completely, and the shattering sound became Dense, the glass collapsed and turned into sharp snowflakes.

The moist sea breeze brushed over Bologo's cheeks, as if mixed with those sharp snowflakes, which cut Bologo's skin, but left no pain, only a faint lingering pain.

When Burlogo turned his head, the open door had already been closed. When they left the comfort zone, there was no turning back, and the frozen game time flowed again.

Game continues.

Bologo brought Irving to the platform, and everyone else was here, "Call everyone up first."

A sense of uneasiness lingered in Bologo's heart. He always felt that something bad was about to happen. Looking aside, the ghost soldiers had already finished maintaining the Dawn, and their figures began to become blurred, and even disappeared completely. in view.

A brand-new layer of thick armor covered the carriage of the Dawn, sparks were mixed in the billowing smoke, and the engine hummed low, like a raging bull ready to gallop forward at any time.

It is hard to imagine what kind of problems will be faced next, and such an armed train will be used.

As the author of the original author, Bologo once thought that Irwin could be useful in the game, but obviously, the game is now owned by the Desire Witch. Irwin is just a book writer, and he can't change anything.

"Huh? What's wrong."

Aimu rubbed her eyes, the sea breeze made her feel cold all over, and then she noticed the change in her environment.

"Something went wrong, sober up."

Burrog helped Amy up, pulled out the dagger from her waist, and stuffed it into Amy's hand.

"What have you been dreaming about?"

Burlogo didn't wait for Amyur's answer, then asked, "Something nice, isn't it?"

Amy hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I dreamed of the days before, the days in the alchemy workshop."

As expected, everyone fell into a sweet dream.

After Aimu, the others gradually came to their senses, and Irwin explained to them what a dangerous situation they were in just now.

In this game hosted by the devil, there are crises everywhere, and there is no relaxation for a moment. But the good news is that after rest, the injuries on several people's bodies have basically healed, and they can continue to deal with the next game.

Amyu asked, "Do you want to board the car immediately?"

Now that they have left the big library, the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness has disappeared, and the environment they are in is still safe, but once they board the car, the game will continue to advance.

"We stay here and nothing will change."

Bologo's meaning is very clear, if he wants to leave here, he can only have fun with the Witch of Desire.

Just as Burlogo was about to make the next decision, Palmer realized some problems. He raised his hand in confusion, and spread his palm completely, feeling the coolness of the raindrops on his palm.

"There's something wrong," Palmer said.

The light rain gradually became more violent, and the raindrops became heavy, as if they were about to smash through the palms of their hands. Along with it, there was also howling wind, and the biting coldness penetrated into the body along the gaps in the skirts. Everyone His body couldn't help shaking twice.

"The frozen time of this world has begun to flow."

Palmer raised his head, and the dark thunderclouds almost completely covered the sky, and the orange-red light at the end of the sea level began to become weaker, and then a storm rose from the ground, almost completely blocking the reflection of sunlight.

In the swirling and roaring clouds, the orange-red light flickered like a flickering candle. Canary held on to the stone pillar beside her, and the strong risk almost knocked her down. Then she noticed the sudden storm, Approaching land at a speed beyond common sense.

"Everyone!"

Canary yelled, without her reminding, others had already seen the hellish storm, and Bologo quickly threw Hart into the car, and then braved the strong wind, beckoning others to get on the car.

"Start! Let's go!"

Burrog roared at the top of his voice, trying to drown out the whistling wind.The current situation is changing too rapidly, which makes it difficult for people to deal with it.

The silhouettes of several ghost soldiers appeared at the front of the train. They seemed to have understood Borrog's order and started working one after another. The Dawn immediately started to move slowly.

Burrog sent the others onto the train, and just as he was about to step into the car, there was a hoarse roar mixed with howling wind.

"No!"

Even Bologo couldn't help complaining loudly at this moment, and then he vaguely heard the woman's laughter, as if laughing at himself.

Along the end of the railway track, wrapped in strong wind and thick smoke, a certain monster is advancing at high speed. It is striding forward with hatred and bloodthirsty desire.

Breaking through the wind and fog, the scarred Dread Eater appeared in front of his eyes again. Bologo and others failed to kill it, but shot it down, and now it chased along the railroad track again.

Bologo resolutely flipped into the chessboard compartment, grabbed the dice, and threw them on the chess table without looking at them, then pulled out the blade from the sword bag, and ran wildly between the opened doors one by one.

The Dawn was fully in motion at this time, the train rumbled, behind him was the approaching Dread Eater, and further away on the sea was the advancing storm, and the sand, gravel and dust that was engulfed by the storm like a rain of arrows.

The gravel crackled on the carriage, and the crisp and piercing echoes rampaged through the carriage, and Burlogo felt that he had returned to the days of Scorched Fury.

It was the same at that time, there were bullets flying across the outside of the car, holding the gun, lying shivering in the corner, relying on counting the bullet holes on the car to let myself gain a short period of peace.

Enough memories, Bologo began to hate it all, pushed open the last car door, the wind was blowing, and along with it was the approaching Dread Eater.

Falling off the cliff caused a lot of damage to it. A large piece of the dense scale armor was shattered, and many scales pierced into the flesh and blood. It was covered in blood, and one of the two deadly scythes was broken. Pale bones pierced with blood, and naked intestines hung between the abdomen.

The Dread Eater staggered as it ran, but it still faithfully carried out the purpose of its existence, even crossing such a long distance would cause trouble for Burrog.

When Bolog arrived at the rear of the car, the Dread Eater also approached the rear of the car. When it saw Bolog, it let out a low growl of excitement, and then swung its only scythe at Bolog.

In the face of this fierce blow, Bologo did not give up, but dodged sideways. He aimed at the wound on the scythe joint early in the morning, and cut down decisively with the long sword.

The first blow failed to completely cut off the scythe, but the blade did not penetrate a bit into the flesh. The Dread Eater let out a miserable cry, and the other broken foreleg pulled horizontally towards Bologo, trying to use the raised The bone spur counterattacked, but Burrog was much faster than it, so he dodged calmly again and swung his sword again.

The shocking wounds extended along the body of the Dread Eater. The Dread Eater did not retreat, but instead bit at Bologo. Bologo drew out his dagger and did not evade it. He directly stabbed the dagger into the Dread Eater's throat. .

The staggered fangs scraped Burrog's arm like a meat grinder, and at the same time Burrog's short sword pierced the throat of the Dread Eater, and blood filled the Dread Eater's mouth in an instant.

Taking this opportunity, Bologo stabbed out the long sword with the other hand and pierced it along the jaw of the Dread Eater. The two blades interlaced in the flesh and blood. Before the scythe was swung down, it was like a guillotine, accompanied by tear With a cracking sound, Bologo tore off the entire jaw and most of the throat of the Dread Eater.

The ferocious cross-section is clearly visible, the blood gushes unceasingly, the crossbow arrows pierced through the air, nailed along the section of flesh and blood, one after the other, until the blood and flesh it shoots is blurred, until a certain approaching arrow pierces through the flesh. That important heart.

So far, the furious Dread Devourer finally calmed down. Large chunks of flesh and blood fell off its body, like withered flowers. Gradually, a blurry figure dripping with blood emerged from it, and then it took the huge piece of stump Falling down from the rear of the car, the approaching gust of wind engulfed the body with thick smoke, and there was nothing but blood lingering at the tip of the nose.

Burrog covered the wound on his arm, panting heavily, he clearly saw the blurred figure under the ferocious body, he didn't know whether he would be transformed into such a toy after losing the game, waiting for the next start of the next game.