Endless Debt.

Chapter 649 Empty and boring dark heart

Reality and story correspond to each other, and for that Irwin did it, dragging Asmodeus into the water.

"I should have thought of it earlier, you are also a member of the story."

Irwin stared at Asmodeus who reappeared, and he could clearly feel that Asmodeus's power was weakened by the storyline. She was no longer the pure devil, but was under Irwin's narrative. , Gradually changed to the appearance in his memory 33 years ago.

While the devil was affecting Irwin, Irving was also affecting the devil, like two intersecting thunderbolts tearing apart the broken tree of lightning.

Asmodeus was forced to use the identity card and became the posture described by Irving. With the reversal of personality, Asmodeus was no longer as evil as before, but was filled with the emotions stripped from himself.

Filled with mortals.

"And then? How do you go about writing your story."

Asmodeus didn't feel the slightest panic, but looked at Irving with great interest. She didn't expect Irving to come up with such a way. The part of the devil was excited by this change, and the part that belonged to the separation emotion was also excited. I felt bursts of joy because of the familiarity of seeing Irving.

Irving asked, "I'm still wondering... am I trapping the devil?"

"That's it."

Asmodeus flicked his five fingers, the power to shatter reality is determined by Irwin, who shapes reality, together with himself.She hasn't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time, and the sad mortal is still thinking about the way to resist.

"What do you want to do?" Asmodeus smiled at Irwin, showing his soft waist, "You can do whatever you want."

"Do not……"

Irwin has already seen through the falsehood, and he doesn't care about Asmodeus' temptation.

"how about you?"

Irving asked again to nothingness, "How long do you want to watch?"

Belphegor emerged from nothingness, and the mortal surprised him a lot.Now he is also aroused by Irving's curiosity, looking forward to what will happen next.

Irwin asked, "Do you think you're playing the sun?"

"Isn't it?" Belphegor asked rhetorically, "I have no more influence on you than I have on your creations."

"Is this a kind of mercy?"

Irwin turned the chair around, and the movement of keeping his head back made his neck stiff, "Asmodeus tortured me, and you played the role of a good person, always ready to help me."

"No...no, you two are the same, both devils, pure evil, just from different positions."

Irwin gradually came out of despair, he knew someone was coming to save him, and he had to resist, "You are just using Asmodeus, using her to get my soul."

"I can't think of any reason for you to refuse," Belphegor shook his head, "Isn't "The Endless Verses" still attractive?"

"The Endless Psalm..."

During the adventure in the Paradise, Irwin heard Canary talk about this. Canary was full of expectations for the work that covered all human artistic crystallization, but felt extremely painful because it was out of reach.

Irving suddenly said, "Don't you feel contradictory?"

"It's clearly endless, but it's actually finite.

It is obviously created by humans, but it will be born after the end of humans.

Like a distant dream, an unattainable deception. "

Irwin laughed at Belphegor, "And why do you have to believe in you to read all this? Poetry belongs to humans, and you are just a devil."

Belphegor was stunned. He had always felt that he had a chance to win. He was the person who understood Irwin best. But at this moment, he was laughed at loudly by Irwin, as if all his pursuits were in vain.

"Humans will defeat you, just like the hunters in the story defeated monsters, human beings will not end, and neither will poetry!"

Irwin's voice stopped, he thought, and shouted.

"Ha! Is this the devil's punishment?"

His excited body was trembling, "The more you pursue something, the less you will get it, just like your persistent pursuit of "Endless Psalms"!"

The typewriter rustled, and new lines of words emerged on the paper.

"I saw through the conspiracy of the devils, and I laughed loudly at all of them!"

Irwin frantically declared to Belphegor, expressing his thoughts furiously.

"No...it shouldn't be like this.

Poetry cannot end!The pen should not be held in the hands of the devil, it should be held in the hands of human beings, new poems will continue to be born, and it will last forever!
Psalms are never finished, and what you chase are dreams! "

Facing Irwin's ridicule, Belphegor didn't say a word. He didn't punish him, nor did he look angry. He just stared at Irwin like a calm sun for a long time.

"What's the point, Irwin."

After a long time, Belphegor asked, "Actually, you understand that human beings are destined to perish. It may be thousands of years later, or it may be tens of thousands of years, tens of thousands of years... there will always be such a day."

"At that time, all human creations will equally lose their meaning and become desolate ruins. What a scene of nothingness.

But I am different, I will record everything about you, I will witness your existence, isn't that enough? "

Irving shook his head and sighed, "I thought the devil would be smarter."

Then he said with even more arrogance, "Besides, who do you think you are, Belphegor, you are just a devil.

You don't love humans, what you love is yourself, your selfish desires! "

Irwin laughed out loud, and Belphegor felt that Irwin might really be crazy. Under the heavy pressure, this poor mortal collapsed completely and slid into the abyss. His body was dying, and his spirit was constantly dying. The decline of Canjin's soul is constantly being swallowed by darkness until it completely degenerates.

Belphegor thought that he might have lost, but Asmodeus didn't win either. He began to feel sorry for Irving's soul. Someone as talented as him should not be a victim of disputes.

At this moment, Irving walked towards Asmodeus again. From a certain moment, Irving seemed to wake up. He was no longer the plaything of the devils. The situation was reversed and he took the lead.

Irwin looked at her eagerly, opened his hands as if to embrace Asmodeus, walked slowly to her, and hugged her affectionately while talking.

"My dear Asmodeus."

Irwin whispered in her ear, like an old friend reunited, "Actually, you and Belphegor are the same as all the devils, aren't you?"

"You are so eager for strong emotional stimulation, you don't hesitate to make out identity cards one after another, create that evil singing band, endow believers with that hateful blessing, and store all kinds of crazy things.

You've done all this for emotional ups and downs, so are you saying - you don't really feel anything? "

Asmodeus's smile froze, his face seemed to be frozen, and the deeply buried secret was easily grasped by Irwin. She wanted to stop Irwin from continuing, but her body refused to do what she wanted. While the text was narrating, the typewriter was quickly processing the pages, and densely packed text was arranged on them.

"That's it, the so-called love, hate, joy, sadness, compassion, pity, romance, nostalgia, boredom, worship, calmness, mania, fear, satisfaction..."

Irwin's expression at this moment was like a ghost crawling out of the grave. He used words as a knife to cut Asmodeus, making her full of holes and bruises.

Every note made Asmodeus more ferocious, as if a secret had been revealed and he was ashamed.

"You can't feel anything, you don't have any emotions, and under your body, all you have is an empty, dull, dark heart without the slightest ups and downs.

That's why you stubbornly pursue sensory stimulation, trying to make your pale heart beat! "

Irwin looked at her pitifully and condescendingly.

"Poor you, Asmodeus."

"To shut up!"

Asmodeus rebuked Irwin angrily, and punched forward, his slender and white palm easily pierced Irwin's abdomen, blood stained her skin red.

As if Irwin could not feel the pain, he still maintained that pitiful attitude, which deeply hurt Asmodeus. In the past, she would not be so easily irritated, but under the limitation of the story, Her devilish side is weakened, and the humanity of the identity card is magnified.

Asmodeus was furious.

"I curse you, Irwin, I curse everyone in the story, you will all be tormented in the heart and cry bitterly!"

The scarlet words were printed on the snow-white paper, the power to distort reality came to the world, and the crazy hallucinations flashed back in front of Irwin's eyes. Irwin saw all his past sorrows, but he laughed because of it.

Irwin never thought of joining any side, and he never looked down on any devil from the beginning.

A reader once asked Irving that in the stories he wrote, the hunters, like dark heroes, are not afraid of life and death, choose to fight monsters, even if they die in battle, no one knows, they never flinch.

Readers want to know if Irving, who writes such a story, can make the same choices as his characters if he encounters such a dilemma.

Irving hadn't been able to answer that question then, and now he thinks he can proudly.

he can.

……

After slicing the last of the resurrected dead, Borrog found his way up in the depths of the dark cavern.

"It looks like this is the way to the dungeon."

Bologo turned his head and said to the others. With the faint light of the flame of the cauldron, he could see large areas of corpses piled up on the ground, and some even raised hills.

The stories Irwin told were all true, but he manipulated some details. For example, Irwin didn’t mention that he killed so many demons, he was simply an executioner.

"You know? I sometimes think that if Irwin becomes the Sublimator, he might also be the best rookie of the year."

Bologo swung his sword and split the iron lock, and kicked open the rickety door. Dust hit his face, making Bologo cough repeatedly.

"I think so too."

Palmer nodded in agreement. It is rare to see ordinary people as fierce as Irving these days. If he can leave here alive, Palmer will definitely invite Irving to Fengyuan Heights and introduce him to Woxilin.

"There really is a dungeon here."

Ai Miao poked his head out furtively, and entered the dark interior. Cages were lined up on both sides. You could see traces of many stains in the cages, as well as hanging iron chains and various instruments of torture.

Burogo could imagine the scene where Irwin tortured the demons and obtained information about the extraordinary world from them. The execution ability of this great writer was beyond imagination. Thinking of Irwin's original motivation, Burogo couldn't help but feel the absurdity of reality.

Passing through the dungeon and pushing open another heavy door, Bologo and the others came to a workshop. There are signs with different colors between the stations.

A pile of notes was piled aside, and after a brief glance, it was full of analysis of the extraordinary world. It seemed that this was the second workshop that Irwin mentioned, and he spent a lot of time here. to find those tempting knowledge.

In the corner, you can still see piles of weapons, covered with a thick layer of dirt, exuding a disgusting bloody smell. Bologo guessed that Irwin should have smashed the heads of many demons with this thing.

"Get ready everyone, push open this door, and we will truly step into Daisy Castle."

Burrog took a deep breath, clenched the grudge in his hand, and pushed open the last door with all his strength.

Behind the door is a silent and dark corridor, covered with dust everywhere, and cobwebs formed layer after layer in the corner, as Irwin mentioned in the book, although this lonely guy lives in this huge castle, But the place where he lives is only the big library, and the other areas seem to be abandoned.

It can be seen that vines have grown in along the gaps in the masonry, and the whole castle has gradually become unrecognizable under the twist of the story.

Bologo thought that he would be attacked the first time he stepped into the castle, but in fact it was unexpectedly calm here, but then there was a gust of dark wind rampaging in the corridor, and there was a howl like a ghost, Accompanied by it was the rattling of paper.

Sheets of white paper danced wildly with the wind, and Bologo reached out and grabbed one of them. Shocking words were written on the pages.

"I did it, I inspired the human part of Asmodeus's identity card, and successfully angered her, Asmodeus was going to kill me, so that with my death, the narrative Hierarchies will collapse too, preventing this catastrophe, right?

Ah... the torment from Asmodeus is coming, and the shock of the mind will radiate everyone.

Hope you guys survive. "

Bologo had no time to think about the information expressed in the words on the page, and a strong sense of shock came from the bricks and stones, as if a raging beast was destroying the castle.

Everyone's heartbeats fluctuated with the frequency of the tremors. The dust and the strong wind blocked Burrogo's vision. He heard the screams of Palmer and Aimu. He was about to turn around to help a few people, but he turned around and waited. But Burlogo's world is beyond recognition.

The gloomy old castle is no longer, replaced by dry and cracked scorched earth. With a loud bugle, soldiers covered in cysts and twisted limbs rush out from under the trench, raising their bayonets and charging towards Bologo.

The tip of the nose is filled with the smell of sulfur, blood and death.

The torment of Asmodeus has come, and Bologo was dragged back to the battlefield again. After a brief loss of consciousness, Bologo brought up the dark grievance. a head.

　The addition of the leader will be extended for a while, thank you boss, the boss is generous.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)