Aimu has always felt that Boluogo is a strange person. He can always make moves that surprise others within the scope that he thinks is reasonable, such as this damn way of appearing.
But now was not the time to complain about Bologg. Aimu broke free from the restraints and jumped directly into the passenger seat. Bologg stepped on the accelerator, causing the tires to rub against the ground, sending out bursts of white smoke, and then ran like a war horse towards the street.
"Woohoo! Let's go!"
Palmer fully integrated into the role of the gangster, and he did not forget to fire his gun and say hello to Gold.
After the smoke, the thick roots were like flying fish, using the earth as an ocean, leaping forward. Among the fish gathering on the branches, Gold was at the forefront.
With a fiery glow rolling in his eyes, Gold wiped the blood stains left by the bullet marks and looked at Palmer angrily.
The branches were entangled in the ruins of the dessert shop, and Cronin was dragged out. He coughed a few times in pain, then broke free from the restraints of the branches, moved forward among the leaping roots, and then pursued the car.
"I must kill them!"
Cronin almost gritted his teeth. As a believer, he never thought that he would be hit by a car.
The smile on Palmer's face suddenly stopped. These two believers were really mad. They showed no restraint and caused extraordinary disasters on the streets of Opos.
There was nothing to hesitate at this time. Palmer picked up the shotgun, pulled the trigger repeatedly, and exchanged fire one after another.
Palmer is a person who can easily get immersed in something. From the moment he encountered the enemy, he stopped complaining along the way and happily joined the role-playing.
He's the gangster who stole the money, and these guys are... the Sheriff?
No, the King's Shield Guards are not worthy of the status of Sheriff. After all, they are also tough bandits in another sense.
"This is called black eating black!"
Palmer shouted something that only he could understand, reloaded, and fired, all in one go.
Burlogo had no time to care about Palmer's spiritual world, nor did he care about his ridiculous behaviors.
While grasping the steering wheel to control the direction, Bologo also leaned out to touch the ground from time to time. Driving at high speed, the onset of the secret energy felt a bit delayed.
Earthen walls rose from the ground to form obstacles, trying to stop the two pursuing believers.
Aimu was sitting in the passenger seat, and the surrounding scenery rushed towards him, fleeting, and behind him, Palmer's lunatic laughter and endless trash talk could be heard.
Palmer provoked Gold and Cronin while firing back, so there were not many opportunities to hit the believers.
Beside him, Boluogo maintained a calm attitude, but there was madness hidden in his eyes. Under his violent driving, the car made dangerous moves one after another.
Aimu did not feel that she had gone from a dangerous environment to another safe environment. On the contrary, she felt that she had been put into a more dangerous situation.
Listen to Palmer's trash talk, the two prayers behind him are already trying to tear him alive.
This was terrible, this had to be the worst morning ever, but Aimu felt surprisingly relieved and laughed uncontrollably.
"What are you laughing at!"
Hearing Aimu's laughter, Boluogo didn't understand very much.
He turned the steering wheel fiercely, and with a shrill friction sound, the car drifted past the curve, with such a large swing that it almost threw Palmer behind him.
Aimu said, "It's nothing, I just feel very happy suddenly."
"This is not a time to be happy." Bologg glanced at the rearview mirror. The huge trees followed the car, destroying the streets along the way. "We have to return to the Great Rift. Fighting in the city is too dangerous.
"
Bologo had a clear understanding of the dense population of Opos when he took the subway. If he continued to fight like this, it would only cause a large-scale disaster.
Turn right ahead, and the end of the road turns into a familiar fog mass, which gathers together and rises to the sky, like a pillar of air supporting the heaven and earth.
Aimu looked surprised, "Bologo, you came to see me."
"Yes, you are waiting for me here too, which is great."
As Boluogo spoke, he did not forget to give Aimu a thumbs up with his hand.
Aimu stared straight ahead. She was in a daze, thinking about what to say next, and then she thought of it.
"In this way, even if the fantasy seeds swallow me up, I think it will be nothing."
Aimu relaxed his body and leaned back on the tilted chair, with a rare sense of relief in his voice.
It seemed as if Aimu was not in the destructive speed of life and death at this moment, but was lying in the quiet and peaceful golden field.
"Wait, Devour? What are you talking about?"
Boluogo didn't understand Aimu's relief at all, but was frightened to death.
"After the Utopian Seed's own power is consumed, it will further consume the host's ether, and either the wish will come true or it will burn up..."
Aimu covered his chest and explained, "Obviously, the desire to become a human is too ridiculous, so my next outcome will be to consume all the ether."
The glowing branches have submerged into the core of perpetual motion and are entwined around the Philosopher's Stone.
"According to my estimation, this should be the last time backtracking that I can support. Once the next time backtracking begins, the Utopian Seed will completely swallow the Philosopher's Stone."
That was the result that Aimu didn't want to see. The Philosopher's Stone not only maintained Aimu's life, it was also proof that Alice had survived.
Aimu was not nervous, or even sad. When he saw the bumpy car coming through the fog, Aimu suddenly felt that everything didn't matter.
She knows exactly what she wants. Aimu doesn't care about the results, she cares more about the process. As long as she has everything in the process, no matter what the ending is, Aimu can accept it calmly.
Boluogo's eyes darkened, "In other words, this is not the end of trouble, but the beginning of another trouble?"
Boluogo knew very little about the mysterious thing called Utopia, but he soon came up with a countermeasure.
"No matter what, you must live to ensure that this time backtracking is not interrupted!" Boluogo shouted his thoughts, "We will deal with everything in this sixth time backtracking.
!”
"As for your matter! As long as you can survive, the Bureau of Order will always find a way." At this time, another figure flashed in front of Boluogo's eyes, and he said in surprise, "TEDA! He developed the Perpetual Motion Core.
There must be something he can do!"
"Teacher? The teacher has gone completely crazy. He wants to fuse the immortal heart with Alice's body in an attempt to resurrect her in this way!"
Mentioning TEDA, Aimu remembered this fatal information at this moment. Soon the Immortal Heart will lose control, and the scarlet flesh and blood will swallow up all life in the Great Rift.
"You know? When you are absolutely violent, the madman will sit down and listen to you."
Boluogo didn't care about Amu's worries. He had wanted to punch TEDA for a long time.
Whether it was the previous grudges or TEDA's attack on himself and Palmer during the raid on the venue, Boluogo must repay them all at once during this time review.
Aimu may have wanted to say something to dissuade her, but more importantly, she was unwilling to face Teda and was afraid of that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
But this time, the fear was fleeting, and Aimu felt that it was nothing. A great sense of satisfaction lingered in her heart, and her wish was granted.
The car ran through a red light and passed an unlucky pedestrian.
Boluogo thought about stepping on the brakes, but after stepping on it a few times, he found that the brakes were completely broken.
Aimu was laughing non-stop on the side, as if he was visiting an amusement park and riding a roller coaster happily.
"This reminds me of the world after death." Aimu said with a smile.
"Have you already begun to think about what will happen after your death? You are too pessimistic."
Boluogo managed to gather some energy and chatted with Aimu.
"No, I remembered what you mentioned to me before, what Palmer said about the afterlife."
Aimu recalled Boluogo's words at that time and watched the fleeting scenery in front of him.
"In the world after death, everyone will sit in a car with favorite music playing in it. We will have a great conversation while singing. The car will not break down, the fuel tank will never run dry, and we will drive on an endless road.
.
Being on the road forever is quite romantic."
Bologg wanted to comment on Palmer's afterlife, but at this time a black hood stretched out from between Bologg and Aimu.
Palmer opened his mouth in standard talk show style, "First of all, thank you for recognizing me, and secondly, thank you for remembering to bring me with you when you were flirting. This makes me, an outsider, feel quite involved."
Palmer took a deep breath and cursed at Burlogo in an almost roaring manner.
"Then can you please pay attention to the pursuers behind you?"
Palmer shouted hoarsely and almost collapsed, pointing at the broken car window behind him and the two worshipers getting closer and closer behind the car window.
Under Palmer's trash talk offensive, now they only have eyes for the damn Black Hood.
"We're going to be caught up!"
Palmer's screams echoed throughout the car.
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