Endless Debt.

Chapter 648 Narrative Level
The world is so dark, the endless dark clouds seem to have built a pitch-black hood, completely covering the land, blocking all sunlight.

But in such an extremely dim world, Bologo can clearly see the surrounding things - obviously there is no light source.

Soon Bologo realized that this was the blessing of the power of the story. In the story of "Night Hunter", the hunters were strengthened by the potion called "Trial of the Night", and possessed far beyond ordinary people's strength and recovery Power, and it also has a certain night vision ability.

With the appearance of the familiar attire and the return of Grudge, Bologo can be sure that what he is experiencing now is the continuation of the Happy Garden. For this reason, Asmodeus even kept the identity cards of several people intimately .

No... Maybe it had nothing to do with Asmodeus, but Irwin's words were at work, but in any case, Burrog knew exactly what they had to do now.

The sea of ​​daisies swayed in front of him, and after getting used to the thick smell of blood, bursts of fragrance filled Burrogo's nostrils, causing him a strange sense of confusion. The towering castle was close in front of him, and it was far away It was even bigger than Burlogo had imagined, and there were bursts of light from behind the stone window. Thinking of Irving living in such a place alone, Burlogo couldn't help feeling lonely for him.

"Do we need to kill Irwin if necessary?"

Palmer tidied up his guns while trying to call out to Ether, "You also said that he is the narrator of the story, if you kill him, all this madness will end, right?"

This is a difficult choice, but it is also something that Bologo and others can't wait to consider. Not only are twisted stories waiting for them, but also an evil devil.

Bologo can't guarantee whether he can capture Irving's soul in the hands of the devil.

"I don't know," Burrog shook his head. "I don't even know what will happen if we kill Irwin."

Will reality shattering stop there?Or a completely disorderly expansion?
There was a shimmer on Amy's body surface, and the soft skin was no longer covered with a layer of cold metal. She said to Burrog in surprise, "There is a great restriction on power, but it is not completely banned. "

At this time, Bologo also tried to arouse the ether, and the strength of the ether of the believers was weakened layer by layer. Now, the power of listening to Bologo is only limited to the first-stage decondenser, and it is stronger than the normal decondenser. lower.

From the point of view of body feeling, the intensity of Bologo's own strength is close to the state before the alchemy matrix is ​​implanted and only relies on soul fragments to drive the etheric skills.

But no matter how weakened it is, it's better than nothing. If they had some extraordinary power on the Dawn, the successive incidents wouldn't make them so miserable.

Aimu turned herself into a body of steel, and she didn't know if she could use the gift freely after going deeper. It's best to face the danger with the most complete posture now.

"Let's go."

Bologo gestured to the two of them, held his grudge and bit, and waded through the waist-level sea of ​​flowers.

……

"The hunters have arrived at the outskirts of Daisy Castle. They are ready and moving forward vigilantly..."

The typewriter stopped typing, as if waiting for Irwin to continue writing. Irwin nervously looked at the sea of ​​flowers outside the glass window, but the crazy growing vines had completely covered the place, and Irwin could see nothing but darkness.

The story is still slipping towards the dark side. Irwin doesn't want Burrogo and the others to appear here. This is a story destined to decline, and no one can survive.

His hands twitched slightly, and Irving worked hard to cheer up his will. He could be desperate, but he couldn't bring this despair to Bologo and the others. Irving tried to believe them, pinning the miracle on Bologo.

"The Daisy Castle is covered by mutated and overgrown plants. The hunters couldn't break in through the main entrance. They walked around the castle and encountered many wandering monsters."

Irwin stated in a low voice while tapping the characters that his story is "true", and Irving needs to write in a realistic situation. The two influence each other and completely tear the cornerstone of reality.

"Fortunately, the hunters got rid of these monsters, and they found a hidden tunnel..."

When writing this part, Irving suddenly stopped. The hidden tunnel also exists, but he doesn't know what the area leading to by the tunnel has become.

Asmodeus sat on the extended steps, resting his head on his hands, with a faint smile on his face.

At the other end of the steps, Belphinger leaned against the bookshelf beside him and asked puzzledly, "You can warm his heart and promise all kinds of good things, why torture him like this?"

"Why should I warm him?" Asmodeus shook his head. "Don't you find it interesting to watch him struggle? He wants to destroy me completely, but he is full of reluctance for me."

Asdmo smiled to himself, "His best and most painful memories come from me."

Belphegor said, "I prefer your false identities to the real one, at least they are less twisted and evil."

"Because they are human beings, but I am different, I am a devil," Asmodeus continued, mentioning the false identities, "and you know, those identities of mine are not false, but not real enough."

"In order to seek stronger emotional stimulation, you even split your emotions into different identities."

Belphegor said in a low voice, this information is not a secret, as early as the days when he was fighting with Asmodeus, he had already learned about it.

After all the emotions are split, leaving Asmodeus as a devil, only those evil sides are left, no wonder she is so crazy and hateful.

"Belphegor, why do you love humans?"

Asmodeus asked again suddenly, and then she showed a playful look on her face, "Is it the reluctance to let go of the past?"

Belphegor didn't answer, but Asmodeus laughed wildly. She mocked Belphegor wantonly, "You are indeed the most cowardly of us."

Asmodeus's laughter faltered, a powerful arm grabbed Asmodeus's throat, and with the force of his wrist, there were bursts of bone shattering sounds, Asmodeus didn't feel pain because of it, she Instead, his cheeks turned pink, his eyes were full of excitement, and he and Belphegor looked at each other.

Belphegor's eyes were as cold as ice, but he finally let go, no matter how many times he twisted Asmodeus' neck, he couldn't really kill her.

Demons cannot be killed, at least not this way.

Belphegor looked at Asmodeus pitifully, her completely broken and twisted heart reminded him of the curse-like law.

"Actually, you don't understand the so-called emotion at all."

Belphegor murmured, "That's why you are rushing like a cold north wind."

……

The resentment bite drew a dark trajectory, and the strong tendons and bones could not stop it at all. The hideous and terrifying monsters fell apart, turned into scarlet rainstorms, and spread evenly on the ground.

Another monster attacked Bologo from the side, and then the glow of ether appeared on Bologo's body. He drew his sword at a speed far beyond ordinary people, splitting the monster's head in an instant, and the broken internal organs Following the inertia, it hit Burogo's skirt, and blood seeped into the fabric.

Palmer pulled the trigger and fired several times with precision. Before the monster could be slaughtered, it was pierced through the head by a deadly bullet, and the corpses piled up on the ground, pile after pile.

Burrog wiped the blood on his face, and frowned. The crazily growing vines almost completely wrapped Daisy Castle. Burrog tried several times to break in through the window forcefully, and the vines quickly swung Branches, for a powerful counterattack.

After several fights, no matter how many vines Boluoge cut down, they still didn't make the slightest progress. Bologo could only give up and look for other passages to enter.

"What do you think will happen inside the castle?"

In the silence, Palmer couldn't help asking. At this moment, when he raised his head, he could see the castle that was close at hand. The vines covered the surface of the castle heavily, and some of them had already entered the room along the stone window. The howling of the monsters in the village continued. Since leaving Huahai, the attacks of these monsters have never stopped.

"I don't know." Burlogo didn't think about such distant things. He focused on the present as always. "Anyway, it's definitely not a warm and beautiful welcome ceremony."

Amy was amused by Burlogo's words, and Palmer coughed a few times, but couldn't help laughing.

Palmer asked curiously, "Tell me, is our joke also written by Irwin?"

"Compared to these, you might as well think about it, you, Palmer Crakes, are you real?" Burrog said, "Could you be a fictional character written by Irwin?"

Palmer's laughter stopped abruptly, and Burlogo's question brought Palmer thousands of questions, and then Burlogo said to himself, "You said, are we also fictional? ?”

Based on the real world, then Irwin is at the highest level of narrative at this moment, but at the same time, he is in the secondary narrative below this level.

Burlogo and others are not narrators, but characters in the story, so they are also in this sub-narrative level.

Palmer said, "Could you stop talking about something philosophical?"

"Is that very philosophical?" said Burlogo, "just normal skepticism."

As Bologo said, he split the head of another monster, and then he stopped, "It seems that this is the path Irwin left for us."

Under the overgrown weeds is a wide, long-dried drainage channel, which is well concealed. If it weren't for the close proximity of Burlog, it would be impossible to detect its existence from a distance.The cave was dark enough for a grown man to walk through, and the darkness seemed to extend all the way to the castle's interior.

"It's a two-way rescue."

Burrog went straight into the dark cave, "Irwin can see us appearing in the story, so he will definitely find a way to help us."

After stepping on gravel and dry land, the deeper the cave, a stale smell rushed over his face. Palmer couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose. The smell of decay was extremely thick, like hundreds of thousands of corpses emanating from.

There was a crisp crunching sound, and Palmer seemed to have stepped on something, and Bologo snapped his fingers, and the flame of the cauldron slowly burned up, acting as a torch to illuminate the surroundings.

The suppression from the shattered reality is getting stronger and stronger. The scope of the Bologo's secret energy is very narrow, and the strength is not much left, but the aura of the ether can still be released.

With the faint light filling the darkness, and relying on the hunter's excellent night vision ability, Palmer could see clearly what he had crushed.

It was a weather-beaten bone.

"Anyone else remember what Irving wrote in the first draft?"

At the same time as Bologo asked, there were more rattling sounds in the darkness, the sound of tearing the cloth continued, and the power of evil surged wantonly, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the dark space, as if many people were slowly stood up.

"That bastard found the dungeon under the castle, and he used it as a dump for the demons he killed."

A big Irwin fan, Palmer remembered every line he wrote.

"The hunters arrived at the dungeon and encountered the corpses piled up in mountains that I left behind. Under the influence of the monster king, they stand up again now."

Irving typed the words, and as the number of words such as Burlogo gradually increased on the page, he felt a rare sense of security, and under this sense of security, he regained his reason and thought about the next step. what's going to happen.

Irving won't just throw in the towel, and the Blue Jay won't just throw in the towel.

"I'm at the highest narrative level, and I'm the creator of it all."

Irwin muttered to himself, his eyes gradually brightened up, as if he had found the source of all vitality, raised his strength, and pressed the typewriter with his blood-stained fingertips.

"33 years is still too far away for me, I can't remember her appearance, I can't remember her voice, but I still remember that feeling, and all the things I experienced with her, which are engraved into me like a brand. in my soul.

She really existed, even if the king of monsters said that it was just a false side, what has happened cannot be changed..."

Feeling lighter than ever, Irving continued.

"I remember her..."

The beauty of dreams bloomed in despair, and the smile on Asmodeus's face gradually froze. She felt the power squeezed from all around, her body twitched uncontrollably, and her shape gradually changed.

The figure of Asmodeus is no longer illusory, but has truly appeared in the material world, behind Irwin. Irwin can clearly hear her breathing and feel her existence.

With the last narration of the memory, Irwin stopped and turned to look at the woman.

A magnificent light rose from under the dim pupils, and the fire opal-like color filled her pupils again.

Invisible chains bound Asmodeus, firmly imprisoning and restraining her. At this moment, she also fell from the highest level of narrative, and lived with Irving, Burlogo and others in this evolving world. Reality is shattering.

Belphegor smiled as if he had succeeded in plotting, he said.

"Don't forget, you are also in the story, Asmodeus."

(End of this chapter)