Holding the resentful bite in his hand, the long and dark sword blade easily cut off everything it touched, whether it was steel or flesh and blood. Under Boluogo's swing, everything was shattered into pieces, and the warm blood foam and debris danced wildly.
Just like paint, it is swayed freely and painted on the metal.
Boluogo realized the lethality of the sharp blade in his hand. Its properties were somewhat similar to those he had faced before, the sword that cut steel and cut iron. The cold metal had absolute cutting ability. All materials touched by it would be cut.
Completely shredded.
In this situation, obtaining such a weapon brought an unimaginable improvement to Boluogo. From this moment on, although he was still a mortal, he also had the power to kill powerful enemies.
The hideous amputee is no longer an unsolvable existence. As long as Bologo sends his resentment bite into its heart, he will still completely kill this twisted monster.
"Hart!"
Bologg called for Hart's support. The tall figure stood up in embarrassment and flew towards Bologg. Hart completely gave up all offensive methods, just to use his shield to block Bologg's attacks again and again.
A fatal blow.
The sharp claws slammed into the shield, leaving dents on the solid metal. Hart was knocked back again, and his whole body was slammed against the wall, and his blood surged.
Hart's condition was very bad. He had just endured a long nightmare and his whole spirit was on the verge of collapse. As a result, he faced this terrible battle again before he could rest.
Taking advantage of the gap that Hart had fought for for himself, Bologg grasped the dark shadow and jumped up. His intertwined arms were intercepted in front of him. The amputee tried to use his strong bones to block Bologg's slashing, but just as
As described in "Night Hunters", Bite is made of special metal and has been blessed by potion masters. It is a broken blade from the story.
"Step aside!"
Bologg roared, and his resentful bite was like a hot knife cutting through butter, splitting all the intertwined arms with great ease. Bologg didn't even feel the resistance from the hilt of the sword, which may have been extreme anger.
He has neglected the existence of this sense.
The amputated person whined, and after being hit hard one after another, it rarely felt fear. The instinctive warning made the amputated person take the initiative to avoid Boluogo's sword blade, and it slammed open the car door on one side.
The howling wind poured into the room, making Boluogo unable to lift his head.
The cross-section of the limb was clearly visible, and a large amount of blood overflowed. Then more arms stretched out from the fat torso of the amputated person. They scratched at the metal randomly, with a clanking sound, like a giant spider.
The body climbed out of the car.
Boluogo could hear the intensive sounds coming from outside the carriage. The amputated person did not leave, but hung on the outer wall of the carriage, looking for the moment to come again and launch an attack.
He temporarily fought off the amputee, which is good news, but the bad news is that the game has become increasingly chaotic.
"Damn! Irwin, what is going on!"
After passing the weapon to Bolog, Palmer raised the dagger and confronted Asmodeus. No matter how slow Palmer reacted, he could see that the complex relationship between Irwin and Asmodeus was
relation.
Irwin had no time to pay attention to Palmer. All his energy was spent fighting the pain. Countless blades cut him into pieces one after another. Such real pain and suffering almost drove Irvin crazy, but he
He still endured it and did not succumb to Asmodeus's temptation.
As long as he bows his head to her, the blessing from the devil will turn pain into pleasure, but Irwin is a stubborn person and he does not want to give up to the devil.
Asmodeus turned his head and explained to Palmer with a smile, "You haven't realized it yet? In fact, he came all the way just for me."
"Aren't you here for some bullshit immortality?"
Palmer yelled, and before he finished speaking, he realized his mistake. Maybe eternal life was just a lie by Irwin. Recalling the story he read in the first draft, the broken information was connected together, and a terrible truth emerged.
Before Palmer's eyes.
"Damn...you actually fell in love with a devil."
Palmer belatedly realized that his hand holding the dagger loosened slightly, but the next second he tightened it again, as if facing a formidable enemy.
For a moment, Palmer didn't know what to do. Irvin was suffering unimaginable pain for the sake of others, but how long could Irvin endure the pain?
If all the stories in the first draft are true, then Irwin has already met Asmodeus thirty-three years ago. Thinking about what Irwin once said, he felt that he had lost something on that train.
What, in order to retrieve that thing, he boarded the Happy Garden again thirty-three years later... and took them with him!
Palmer didn't know if he could fully trust Irwin and believe that he could withstand all this? Or, after the pain reached a certain limit, he surrendered to Asmodeus.
The decision-making power of all this lies in Irwin's hands. Once he arrives, others will only become Asmode's toys. Palmer hates this feeling, especially the feeling of handing over his fate to others, which makes him even more uncomfortable.
The feeling of disgust is the emotion of doubt.
Damn thoughts were growing crazily in his mind, and Palmer didn't want to doubt Irwin's nobility, but recalling the collections he had seen before, Palmer's thoughts were uncontrollably doubtful.
"No one is special, everyone is replaceable..."
Palmer gradually realized that this was a struggle between Irwin and Asmode. Irwin felt that he was special and could withstand Asmode's test, but Asmode felt that Irwin did not have it.
No matter how special it is, sooner or later he will fall in front of him like other collections.
The battle between devil and mortal.
"Irwin, I have seen too many guys like you," Asmodeus continued his attack on Irwin's mind, "They all lost in the end without exception."
"Since I am just like everyone else, why do you value me so much?"
Irwin held back the pain and said, "As an omnipotent devil, why are you wasting your time on me?"
"Yeah, I'm not special. What's special is just the situation I'm in."
In the blood, Irwin could vaguely see the figure of Belphegor, who looked at him without saying a word.
What Irwin knows is that what is really special is the game between devils and devils. They use their souls as bets to fight against each other.
"It's not that I need you," Irwin suddenly laughed, "it's that you need me, you need my soul to win the bet with him."
Irwin seemed to be supported by some kind of force. He turned around hard in the meat grinder and faced Asmodeus. "In other words, I can raise the price from the ground up, right?"
Asmodeus was stunned for a moment, and then an uncontrollable smile broke out on her face, and then her whole body trembled violently, as if she had heard some extremely funny joke.
"Irwin, are you blackmailing me?"
Threatening a devil, looking back at the past, Asmodeus would not encounter such a thing very often.
"Maybe……"
Irwin's eyes wandered between Asmodeus and Belphegor, "You don't want to lose, and I don't want to lose either."
Asmodeus suddenly talked about the story of the north wind and the sun, "In the story, no matter how the north wind blows the traveler, it only makes the traveler wrap his clothes closer and closer. On the contrary, the warmth of the sun makes the traveler take off his clothes.
Clothes."
"I understand, you are the North Wind, because you think human beings are cowardly, hypocritical, and failures. Even if I talk about being noble, you think you can crush me with just a little bit of force."
Irwin endured the pain, endured the erosion of the north wind, and allowed himself to be cut off and crushed by the blades.
Asmodeus snapped his fingers, and the stirring blade stopped, freeing Irwin from the pain. The meat grinder seemed to have absorbed enough blood. Even if the strangulation stopped, the speed of Dawn still did not slow down.
Every cent.
The end of the torture made Irwin slightly dazed. He fell into a pool of his own blood. It took him a long time to regain his energy and stand up unsteadily.
Raising her head, Asmodeus's face was very close. She knelt down and looked at Irwin with a sad face.
"Then you tell me, how should I get your soul?"
Asmodeus said, clenching his hands, "Will you continue to put pressure on you?"
Invisible big hands held Irvin, and the huge force squeezed Irwin's body. His face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were continuous sounds of bone breaking coming from under his body, and his chest was strangely sunken.
, the internal organs seemed to have been crushed into dirty blood.
"Irwin, we have spent a happy time together. If you continue to torture you, it will only make me feel like a pervert."
Asmodeus said and let go of his hand, and the huge force exerted on Irwin also disappeared. Irwin knelt on the ground and retched, and the fragments of flesh and blood accumulated on the ground.
He wiped the corners of his mouth and sneered, "Are you serious?"
"It can't be denied that it was a fun time."
Asmodeus smiled at Irwin, and for a moment Irwin felt that she had turned back into Cinderella, but it was only a brief moment that was confusing.
"My patience is limited, Irwin," Asmode thought for a moment, and then she thought of a way, "How about we have a serious chat?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I am serious about this part of your wish. What you have in front of you is a devil who is completely obedient to you."
Asmodeus gently held Irving's face, her eyes were innocent, as if her actions just now were just unintentional evil deeds.
"For example... how about I let you go back to that beautiful time? In this beautiful dream, you will enjoy almost eternal warmth, or maybe I create an existence that you love? This is so good for the devil.
It’s not difficult to say, let’s just say…”
Asmodeus thought about it, and she said in surprise, "I can erase the memories in your mind, all the unpleasant memories that affect your will, such as what happened thirty-three years ago, so that you will never
Troubled by me.
A lover who will never leave, good times, eternal power, power and status... Tell me, Irwin, what do you want?"
Asmodeus is in extremely difficult circumstances. Even the omnipotent devil still needs the wishes of others to exert his power. If Irwin doesn't express his wish, Asmodeus doesn't know what to do.
"Aren't you willing to give up your soul? It doesn't matter, how about we postpone the transaction until the moment of your death? Anyway, after you die, your soul will disappear, so there is no problem in delivering it to me at that time, right?
?”
Irwin stood up silently and pushed Asmode away, "No, that's not necessary."
There was a dull pain all over his body, and Irwin felt like he had been torn apart and put back together again. It felt awful.
Asmodeus asked loudly, "Then how do you realize your wish?"
She could detect the strong desire hidden in Irwin's heart. This desire was tightly bound by Irwin's reason and so-called nobility. What Asmodeus had to do was to defeat Irwin. No one
is special, and so is Irvin. He will lose sooner or later.
Irwin staggered to the chess table and grabbed his own card with his blood-stained palms.
"What I said...it's just that you didn't care."
Irwin murmured to himself, "I will draw that wish card and it will grant all my wishes."
Feeling a burning pain at his fingertips, Irwin laughed to himself, while Palmer and Amy looked directly at the card, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Hell..."
Palmer thought his luck was good enough, but obviously, compared to Irvine, it was still far behind. It was just like fate.
Irwin showed the card in his hand to Asmodeus. When the fireworks burned, it turned into a dazzling ball of light, floating in Irwin's hand.
Wish card.
"No soul required, no price required..."
Irwin muttered to himself and walked towards Asmodeus. Asmodeus's expression also turned cold at this moment. In any case, she did not expect that the subsequent development would be like this, and then she showed a confident expression.
Smiling, she knew that Irwin would not reject her, and he would only go downhill little by little.
What would his wish be?
After a brief shock, Palmer suddenly came to his senses. Irwin miraculously drew the wish card. So what would his wish be?
Bologg stepped into the chessboard car, the incident came into view, and doubts grew again. Irwin's wish will determine the direction of the next incident, so what wish will he make?
The answer is already obvious.
The light ball condenses into a dice in Irwin's hand, and the number of points Irwin rolls will determine the degree to which his wishes are distorted.
Irwin walked towards Asmodeus, the two of them got closer and closer, and a strong sense of crisis also erupted in the hearts of several people, just as what was said at the beginning.
No one is special. Under the temptation of desire, everyone will show their ugly side.
Irwin stood upright in front of Asmodeus, and Asmodeus showed a confident smile. She knew that Irwin would come back, just as Irwin had never left.
"My wish is..."
Asmodeus said, Irwin stretched out his hand and hugged Asmodeus. This sudden approach made Asmodeus a little overwhelmed, but she still hugged Irwin and looked at him provocatively.
Silent Belphegor.
"I won."
Belphegor shook his head in disappointment, turned around and left, completely disappearing into the carriage.
Asmodeus was immersed in the joy of victory, and Irwin hugged her tightly, burying his head in his neck, as if he was kissing her, but then Asmodeus heard Irwin whispering in her ear.
whispering, she thought she heard it wrong, and then a pain bloomed from her chest.
"you……"
Asmodeus stared blankly at Irwin in front of him, with an indifferent look on his face. He clenched the dice with one hand, hugged Asmodeus's waist, and held the dagger in the other hand, piercing Asmodeus.
The chest of virtue.
Irwin didn't think this could kill the devil, but he didn't care. He just wanted to express his emotions through his own actions. Then he roared loudly at Asmode and repeated his wish again.
"Let us leave!"
Irwin rolled the dice in his hand without looking at the number he rolled. At the same time, the wound on Asmodeus's chest began to collapse.
The dagger seemed to pierce the boundary between spaces. Asmodeus's body shattered like a mirror, and the wound twisted into a black hole, swallowing up the surrounding material, annihilating, and shattering it.
Asmodeus still maintained her disbelieving expression, and she stretched out her hand as if to grab Irwin, but Irwin ran wildly without looking back, and when he passed Palmer, Irwin pulled hard.
Palmer yelled at him.
"What are you doing?"
With the annihilation of the black hole, the entire chessboard carriage began to twist under the strange suction force. Asdermo opened his mouth and let out a sharp and hoarse whine, scolding Irwin.
"you you you you!"
Palmer was completely confused. Irwin's various behaviors completely went against his suspicions, and the successive changes made it impossible for his mind to accept it.
"What are you! What do you think I will wish for!"
Irwin yelled as he ran, "Wish to marry the devil home? Are you crazy, or am I crazy!"
Palmer was speechless. He was sure that he was not crazy, but he also felt that Irvin was definitely not a normal person.
The chessboard carriage was completely twisted into a ball of continuously compressed iron, and the destruction extended to the next carriage. At this time, Bologo couldn't help but question.
"So why are you so desperate? That damn woman!"
Facing Boluogo's question, Irwin laughed and responded, "I did do it for her. I fell in love with a devil. I admit it, but this is only part of the reason!"
"Bologo! I have a strict editor, I need a perfect ending to satisfy him, and my deadline is coming soon! So think of a solution! Everyone!"
From Irwin's words, Bologg could not detect any nervousness at all. Instead, he felt that this guy was talking nonsense and was just telling a joke to himself.
A crackling sound came from the top of the head. It was the amputated person. It stretched out its arms and swept towards the car. Boluogo quickly overcame the blockage of his arms and picked up Aimu by the waist. She was running too slowly, so he ran quickly.
Overtaken by the collapse.
"Did I fool you?"
During the escape, Irwin did not forget to continue telling jokes. For some reason, this guy was unexpectedly happy at the moment, "Tell me, did I fool you?"
Burlogo was too lazy to pay attention to him, and so was Palmer. Irwin continued to shout excitedly, "The author is a perfect liar! Even the devil was fooled by me! Haha!"
Irwin succeeded. He deceived everyone. Boluogo thought that he would surrender to his desires, but he did not expect that Irwin would fulfill his promise. Just like what he said at the beginning, if he got the wish card, Irwin would
I will take everyone out of here.
The collapse of the carriage was close at hand. Amidst the shrill wails, even the amputated person was swallowed up by the destruction caused by Asmodeus. The terrifying figure was squeezed and twisted, turning into a mass of spilled blood.
Boluogo opened car doors one after another. Behind each car door, the world became more and more deformed. When he opened the unknown number of car doors, a strong light was released from behind the car door.
Then the light engulfed everyone, and a few seconds later, they were wiped out by the ensuing destruction.
