Blood dripped all over the ground, gathering into pools of blood. Broken limbs and pieces of flesh were soaked in it, as if a crazy painter was painting with blood. There were also large scarlet traces on the surrounding walls. Some of the blood had solidified and turned into blood.
into dark patches.
Palmer skillfully pulled the trigger and shot down a few monsters running wildly in the wilderness a thousand meters away. On the other side, Canary raised his crossbow to guard the gap here, and shot through with deadly sharp arrows.
Terrible head.
Because Palmer was unlucky enough to draw the event card Harassment, sporadic monsters would infest the train anytime and anywhere. Palmer cursed for a while. His gift should have been blocked, so how could he still do it?
It would be so unlucky.
There were sounds of footsteps on the roof of the car, and Bologg climbed in through the broken window. He had just eliminated the monsters on the locomotive, and the train slowed down and increased its speed again.
Several rounds have passed since the start of the game. Each player has completely integrated into the game and played the role. They have also realized many things.
For example, Bologg could no longer tell whether they were on the Pleasureland train or on the Dawn train in the story.
The huge round table is right in front of you. Under the distorted space of the virtual realm, the space here is much larger. This is enough to prove the power of the Happy Park. But when Boluogo went to other carriages, the previous weird environment disappeared.
, as if it really turned into an ordinary train.
Boluogo also tried to escape by jumping off the train, but when he was a certain distance away from the train, the white gull would warn him, indicating that he would be punished by leaving the train.
For this reason, Boluogo did not continue to try. It seemed that no matter what he was going to do, he had to have fun with this damn devil first.
Boluogo wiped the blood on his face and said, "Is this round of events over?"
"It's all over."
The one who responded to Borogo was Erwin. This bard was completely useless in combat, but he could record the development of the story, like a human notepad.
The two potion masters, Cinderella and Amu, were so tired that they stood aside. Although they had little fighting ability, they were responsible for treating the wounded. Now that everyone was mortal, wounds would inevitably be left during the battle.
"Aimu."
Borrogo greeted, "We have to hurry."
After saying that, Boluogo sat on the chair, opened his shirt, and exposed his abdomen covered with blood. During the fight with the monsters, he was accidentally injured, and he had to deal with these wounds before the next round of events broke out.
Aimu got up and rushed over. She didn't know medical skills, but because of her status as a potion master, she could complete the treatment by just applying the medicinal materials to the wound and then tying a bandage.
There wasn't much time left for Aimu. Although the surroundings were noisy and noisy, everyone could clearly hear the sound of blood dripping.
The sound came from the white gull in the center of the chessboard. The blood was like sand flowing out of an hourglass, filling up the container below him little by little. When the blood overflowed, it meant that their rest time was over and they had to proceed to the next round.
Roll dice and draw cards.
Boluogo looked at the chessboard and saw that the situation was a bit bad. The continuous battles had made everyone exhausted, but fortunately, the next rest stop was not far away. As long as they lasted there, they could get a round of rest.
Time to replenish physical strength and heal wounds.
"What is your ideal eternal life? Irwin."
During the treatment, Bologo asked Irwin, "I don't know if other people have mentioned it to you... In fact, I am also an immortal."
After hearing the news, Irvin seemed very calm. After experiencing such a fatal thing, there are very few things that can disturb Irvin's mood.
"I've talked to a lot of people about eternal life, and it may not be as wonderful as you think," Bologo said.
Irwin joked, "Is it wonderful? Who knows? Every gambler has a firm belief before he completely regrets it, right?"
Boluogo also laughed when he heard this. It was simply wishful thinking to change someone's mind with just a few words.
"I have read your book, and in it you dislike immortality." Boluogo said again.
"So you think that in reality, I am also a person who hates eternal life?" Irwin sighed, "That's the problem. It's easy to say two beautiful words, just open your mouth."
Boluogo understood what Irwin meant, "Yes, when the reality came, everyone realized that things were not as easy as they said."
The same goes for rejecting eternal life.
Irwin paused for a while, "I feel pain from time to time."
"Why?"
"I hope I can become a noble person, but as you can see, I still have hypocritical parts, and I don't have the courage to completely let go of them."
Irwin continued, "So I took care of everything and prepared to come here alone. No matter what the outcome is, I can give myself an answer. Even if I die, people will only know my noble side."
"But we got involved and saw your hypocritical side, doesn't it feel bad?" Bologo said.
"fine."
Boluogo frowned, and Aimu helped him bandage the wound. The medicine stimulated the wound, causing the pain of needle pricks.
Taking a long breath, Boluogo felt a little complicated at the moment. He had read the story of "Night Hunters", but he never expected that he would experience everything described in the story in such a strange way.
Thinking of this, Bologger looked at Hart and Palmer. Hart could still control himself, but Palmer already looked like he was having fun.
What could be better than being able to play the role in a story yourself?
Palmer has been completely immersed in the story and has become a part of the story. If it weren't for the dice roll that made him feel a little weird, Palmer would really feel like he had entered the story of "Night Hunters".
Burlogo asked Irwin curiously, "How do you feel now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everything we have experienced, these are the stories that happened in your writing, and now they have broken into reality."
Bologo organized his thoughts and concluded, "What you fantasized about is now becoming a reality."
"become reality……"
Irwin looked at the corpses and withered bones on the ground, as well as the injured people. Irwin shook his head and said, "If I had known this, I would have written the story more gently."
After saying that, Irwin laughed to himself, and Boluogo was also amused by Irwin. He didn't expect that Irwin actually had such an idea.
The blood filled the container, and it was time to roll the dice for the next round. Others returned to their seats and rolled the dice in turn.
The dice roll started with Bologg and ended with Irwin. While others rolled the dice, Irwin stared at this huge chessboard. Now the Dawn has only traveled half of the way in the wilderness, and there are still more to come.
A long journey is waiting for them, and it is far from over.
"I know."
The girl's voice suddenly sounded, and she turned her head. Cinderella moved her chair and came closer to Irvin. Her voice was very soft, and it seemed that only Irvin could hear her voice.
Cinderella examined Irwin's face, "I know, you are lying, you are not here for eternal life."
She guessed it.
Irwin said calmly, "I shouldn't have said so much to you."
Irvin was not surprised that Cinderella guessed his secret. She was a cunning and alert girl. She was very smart. If she couldn't guess, Irvin would feel something was wrong.
"There was nothing you could do. You thought you were going to die at that time, and you were afraid that this story would be forgotten, so you told me," Cinderella smiled, as she always seemed to smile, "but we survived."
"Don't worry, I won't tell them."
Cinderella assured Irwin, "After all, this story, this wish, is a little too strange."
Irwin said nothing, and the dice was passed to Cinderella's hand. She rolled the dice, followed by Irwin, and the values were added up and calculated. The Dawn on the chessboard continued to move forward. At the same time, the white gull picked up the deck and asked them one by one.
Draw the event cards for this round.
Boluogo drew the event card "Calm Time" and did not encounter any emergencies. Then both Palmer and Hart drew the equipment card, and their equipment underwent a new round of changes.
Palmer was a little disappointed with the updated equipment. He thought he could get the equipment of the protagonists in "Night Hunters". As an experienced player, Palmer knew very well that the equipment values of the protagonists were terrible.
The strange thing came from Aimu. She drew an event card that she had never seen before. Bai Ou took the card and narrated the next event.
"Event Card·Divergence."
Bai Ou said, "During the journey of the Dawn, we met a person asking for help."
While the host was narrating, the events described also turned into reality, and calls for help actually came from the event card.
"Slow down and rescue each other, and you will get an unexpected guest. However, the monster that is following you will also catch up with you. If you ignore his rescue, nothing will happen."
"Unexpected guest..."
Boluogo hesitated for a moment. Now they are all hunters in the story, not sublimators who wield extraordinary power. Any wrong decision may ruin the entire team.
"It's up to you."
Others gave Bologg a positive look. Everyone regarded Bologg as the backbone, even Canary, who joined later.
Boluogo took a deep breath, and every decision he made carried a heavy sense of mission.
"We choose unexpected guests."
Before he finished speaking, the Dawn, which was traveling at high speed, began to slow down, and the surrounding area shook violently. Palmer opened the door, and strong winds poured into the room. He fired a flare, and the bright light lit up most of the dark land, and the shadow was swept away.
The pull was slender and ferocious, and countless monsters rushed towards it.
Previously, the monsters were left far behind by the Dawn. Now the speed of the Dawn has dropped sharply, and the distance between them has quickly narrowed. Several monsters have climbed onto the back of the car, their sharp claws piercing the steel plate, fighting against the strong wind.
Climb over here.
At this time, Bai Ou returned the event card "Forked Road". The picture on the card depicts a fork in the road. Now after Boluogo's choice, the picture becomes dynamic. The other intersection gradually enlarges, and a familiar face emerges after layers of darkness.
.
He closed his eyes tightly and opened them suddenly the next second, as if huge pain was acting on him. Even though he tried his best to suppress it, a suppressed sound of pain still came from his mouth.
Boluogo picked up the card and stared at the vivid and familiar face on the picture, as if someone had sealed him into a two-dimensional piece of paper. He could only communicate with the outside world through this narrow picture.
.
He saw Bologo, and Bologo also saw him. The two looked at each other, and then Bologo read his name.
"Gold!"
The face in the painting was none other than Gauld. At this moment, Bologger finally knew why he had been sleeping so long. Gauld's consciousness was being imprisoned in the Happy Garden.
The face in the frame asks, "Who are you?"
Bologo skillfully announced his identity, "Special Operations Group, Bologo Lazarus."
There was a look of confusion on Gold's crazy and morbid face. He was very familiar with Boluogo's name. Soon the past stories across the long years came to life in his mind, and he was surprised and happy.
"Let's wait a moment before introducing yourself."
Boluogo pinned the card to his chest so that Gauld could get his first perspective. He turned around silently. Outside the open car door, countless monsters were running wildly in the wilderness and approaching.
Palmer fired continuously, and the flying warheads destroyed one monster after another, but compared with their swarms, the damage was a drop in the bucket.
The event card "Crossroads" led Bologg to find Gold. Although he is currently locked in the card, at least Bologg found him. As a defender, Gold is an important asset of the Bureau of Order.
All the events in this round were triggered, and a new round of dice rolling was close at hand. Boluogo grabbed the dice and threw it towards the white gull. Without looking at the number of points he rolled, he immediately drew out his sword blade and took over from Parr.
silent.
Boluogo shouted, "I'll stop them and let you roll the dice!"
After this period of playing, Bologo gradually understood this weird real-life game. While the current events are affecting them, they can be offset by a new round of events. However, the results are very random. They may get better or worse.
Worse.
Boluogo climbed onto the roof of the car and tore the bodies of many monsters with his dual-wielding swords. He was panting and exhausted.
Under the high-intensity vicious incident, even Boluoge couldn't hold on. His thinking began to become slow, his limbs became stiff, and the monsters repeatedly attacked without giving him any time to rest.
Monsters continue to oppress the living space of several people, and no matter how rational their will is, they will gradually become confused, and then they will leave everything to vain luck and become a desperate gambler.
Palmer immediately returned to his post after rolling the dice. As soon as he raised his head, sharp claws swiped across his head, almost decapitating Palmer. Such dense enemy firearms were no longer enough. Palmer took advantage of the situation and took it from his pocket.
Take out a grenade.
This was also the equipment card that Palmer drew. After the gift was blocked, Palmer felt that his previous luck was returning little by little, which made him ecstatic.
"Watch out for the explosion!"
Palmer stuffed a grenade into the mouth of a monster, cut off the arms holding the car door with a short knife, and then kicked it out of the car. The figure rolled and crashed into the group of monsters, exploding into a rapidly expanding ball.
The fireball wrapped around countless broken stones and limbs, and warm blood spread evenly on the carriage like splashed ink.
The impact of the explosion almost caused Bologg to fall off the roof of the car. The blade of the sword penetrated the iron sheet, making Bologg's figure stabilize. He threw the flying knife from his pocket and hit the heads of the monsters one by one. The corpses fell from the roof of the car.
They fell, some disappeared into the darkness, and some were swept under the car and crushed into flying blood.
After a brief respite from the explosion, Hart held up a shield and turned himself into a wall of flesh to defend the other side. When it was his turn to roll the dice, Canary and Aimu rushed over to take over his support.
Use your shield to keep the monsters out of the car.
Hart quickly rolled the dice and then switched personnel. Cinderella's figure dodged and moved nimbly. When the others took a break, she would suddenly appear and bandage their wounds.
Because of the game, Cinderella does not need to know any medical knowledge. She only needs to make "medical" actions and intentions to complete the cure.
Roll the dice in turn, shuffle the cards, and rotate out new event cards.
Palmer yelled, "Drawing cards, everyone!"
The weird thing about this "Night Journey" is that the content of the game will not only become reality, but sometimes it will break the boundaries of the story and roll dice and draw cards to advance the game. Once someone is delayed,
If the game continues, players will always be stuck in a certain link.
According to the order, Bologo escaped from the pile of monsters, returned to the carriage covered in blood, and drew a card. The current crisis situation greatly exhausted Bologg's patience.
"Event card·Run at full speed."
Bai Ou narrated the next incident, "The Dawn has sufficient fuel and its speed will gradually return to its peak."
The train shook again. This time, as Bai Ou said, it changed from the deceleration state back to the acceleration state, and it was much faster than before. In the blink of an eye, it left the chasing monster far behind.
.
Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his luck was not that bad.
Palmer rushed over, picked up a card and slapped it on the chessboard, at the same time the sound of the white gull sounded.
"Event Card·Invasion."
When the car door is opened, the sound of metal plates hitting each other is heard. They overlap one after another and come together to form waves of sound.
Boluogo and others all looked at the back of the carriage. Since they boarded the carriage, the only area they could move around was the strange carriage where the game was played. But now, the closed door disappeared and turned horizontally.
When the car door is opened, and after the car door is opened, what appears is no longer the space of crazy enjoyment, but ordinary carriages one after another.
The carriages from this section onwards all turned into ordinary carriages, and the smell of blood could be heard from behind the opened doors.
"You escaped the pursuit of the monsters, but some monsters still invaded the train."
When the train slowed down, a large number of monsters climbed up from the rear of the car. Bologger took a deep breath, tiredly lifted the sword blade, and passed through the door.
"I'll solve them, and you continue to advance the incident!"
Even though Boluogo was scarred, he still showed no fear.
"We can't win."
A depressed voice sounded from his chest, and the intense battle made Boluogo forget about the card pinned to his chest for a moment.
"We can't reach the end."
Gold's eye sockets were sunken deeply, and his lightless eyes were full of darkness. He said dejectedly and despairingly.
"We will be trapped in the night and tortured forever."