The power of the devil will induce all kinds of negative emotions in human hearts, guide a good destiny down a dark road, and play with all hearts wantonly. They always do this, like the sum of all evil in the world, the ultimate incarnation of all hatred, and all good intentions.
The opposite of beauty.
It was clearly noon, but the blazing sunshine failed to penetrate the darkness at all. In the realm of broken reality, everything was covered with a gray filter, and the shadows gradually stretched and stretched, like a dead tree with long teeth and claws.
Boluogo could feel the ether surrounding him. The concentration was so high that even though he did not activate the alchemy matrix, the lines on his arms still glowed with a faint light.
There are many black particles floating in the air, and they gather together to form the cloud that blocks the vision. Looking further away, complete darkness blocks all light, like a dark cave.
The roar of monsters came from the distance. The sound was too familiar to Boluogo. One after another ferocious figures flashed past in the darkness. They tried to get closer to the team, and then the sharp sound of wind suddenly rose.
The invisible wind blade chopped them into pieces with ease.
There was a glimmer in Palmer's eyes. He suddenly became serious and said to the others, "There are many monsters nearby, at least hundreds of them."
Secret energy·raging wind seeks forgiveness.
With the blessing of secret energy, Palmer infinitely expands his scope of influence, and through the surging air currents, he can sense the changes in the plants and trees. This is a big consumption for Palmer, but this consumption is not ether.
, but he needs to work hard to concentrate. It is obviously difficult for Palmer to concentrate.
Palmer said to himself, "According to what you said, things like secret energy can only be used peripherally."
After a brief discussion, Lynch decided to let the special operations team give it a try. For this reason, the third team is currently escorting Boluogo and the others, sending them to the depths of the broken reality to see if they can solve this problem.
crisis.
Making such a decision made Lynch feel a little ashamed. This incident was caused by Happy Park, and Happy Park has always been the top priority of the third group, but they have done so much, it is not as good as these people who accidentally hit it.
The results are many.
"We have reached the furthest point there," Lynch stretched out his hand and pointed to a flash of red in the darkness, which was a flag planted on the ground. "If we continue to move forward, we will clearly feel the suppression of the ether, and
The number and strength of monsters will also be greatly increased... They seem to be protecting something."
"Protect the narrator of this 'reality,'" Bologeau said.
He thought that Irwin was at the end of the darkness, pressing the typewriter pitifully, writing in despair.
"We can't escort you very far."
Lynch's voice became dull and he looked at the leader of the third group. He was wearing a heavy protective suit, as were everyone else.
The deeper you go inside, the more extraordinary power will be suppressed, and the protective clothing becomes an excellent protection. Even Lynch sighed at the wonder of this scene.
Bologg refused the protective clothing, and so did Aimu and Palmer. Unlike the third group, they felt a strange sense of familiarity when they stepped into the realm of broken reality.
In addition to their own extraordinary power, there is something that is blessing them, not power, but something more mysterious and mysterious.
Boluogo said, "You have similar feelings, right?"
"It feels like you're back in the story," Palmer nodded, adding, "If this is a sequel to Funland, then we should have a place here."
In this emergency operation, Boluogo, Palmer, and Aimu are determined to go deep into it. After the previous incident, all this may be closely related to them.
Boluogo began to wonder whether they would directly switch to their previous identity in "Journey to the End of the Night" when they went deep enough. This made Boluogo a little worried. The feeling of losing extraordinary power was not good, but he
There is also some expectation that the weapon called the Bite is extremely deadly. If it can be brought out of the story, it will make up for Bologo's lack of lethal means in subsequent battles.
There were bursts of noise from the front, and the searchlight above barely illuminated those ferocious figures. The ether surged wildly and gunshots were fired loudly.
Without any warning, a wave of monsters directly collided with everyone. Palmer decisively threw the storm feathers, and the flying knives quickly split and spread. The moment of contact set off a gust of blood, and countless severed limbs and broken internal organs were created.
It fell to the ground with a crash.
Others also took advantage of the fact that the secret energy was still working, and combined with the fire suppression, they cut out a blank area in the monster tide, like a reef dividing the raging waves.
Most of the monsters rushed toward the outside world. Lin Qi believed that others could stop these monsters. Then another part of the monsters stared at them and rushed over with roars.
Bologg said that fortunately in the worldview written by Irwin, the strength of the monsters is not too high, and the Sublime One can easily tear these monsters apart. If he had written more terrifyingly, it would have been a complete disaster.
"What's going on with you guys?"
During the fierce exchange of fire, Lynch noticed the changes on Boluogo's body. A piece of black cloth suddenly appeared on the hem of his clothes, and at some point, a strap appeared on Boluogo's body. Palmer and
The same is true for Aimu. As the team progresses, the changes become bigger and bigger, as if several people are dressing up.
"It's nothing, it's just that a character who has disappeared for a long time has returned to the story."
Bologg had anticipated such a change, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Palmer became a little nervous. No matter how he came to his senses, the bad experience was still painful.
The bright red flag in the distance is getting closer and closer. That is the limit that the third group can escort. Beyond the flag, the suppression of the ether will become more serious. With the endless monsters, even the third group will face
Risk of injury or death.
"It's not easy to use at this level of high ground. This reality shattering treats everyone equally."
Lynch murmured that he had dealt with many reality-shattering disasters, but none of them were as difficult as this disaster. In this crazy narrative, Lynch could not find any rules at all.
"It's okay, we're used to this."
Boluogo stepped over the corpses of monsters. In addition to the blood spilling out, there were also black particles rising from their corpses, and then they all disappeared into the darkness.
The umbilical cord beat violently, like a nerve that conducts pain. Bologg felt this disaster far more deeply than others. Bologg could clearly sense that the connection between him and the devil was getting closer and closer.
.
Close at hand.
Bologg's vision went dark, and a bloodthirsty roar rang in his ears. The ground began to sink and collapse. A bloody mouth closed like a trap, swallowing Bologg in one bite, but before it could chew it with its sharp teeth.
, cold silver swords protrude from under the flesh.
The blade moved and stirred, and the deformed monster shattered into countless pieces of corpses. Boluogo's pace was not affected at all and continued to move forward.
"Similar plots have appeared in novels."
Palmer followed, "But in the novel, the hunter doesn't escape the trap."
"Irwin wrote down some of what he experienced," Bologo said, trying to recall Irwin's first draft. "How do you think he will end the story?"
Burlogo realized that in order to solve this disaster, he must first start with Irwin's story.
Looking up at this strange dark world, Boluogo and the others not only walked into disaster, but also walked into Irwin's story.
"At the end of Irwin's story, he must have made a wish to let us leave, and then he encountered Asmodeus. Under the influence of Asmodeus's power, his story began to become reality..."
Burlogo thought of another thing and said to Palmer.
"Tell me, have we appeared in Irwin's text now?"
Borogo's words stumped Palmer. This simple-minded guy never thought about these complicated things. He just wanted to play his role and kill people.
Young people like Palmer often have this kind of fantasy, imagining that they can enter a certain story...Palmer is not escaping from reality, he just has a simple brain that doesn't work well.
"If this is the case, then Irwin should have seen us, right?" Aimu said in a deep tone, as if he was telling a story, "The familiar hunters came to the outside of Daisy Castle again..."
Before Amu finished telling his story, the black particles scattered in the air suddenly turned together, and they outlined the trajectory of the wind. Countless dark lines, like slashes, cut into everyone's body.
"Danger!"
Lynch warned, the roaring ether rose from his body, but before it spread out, it was suppressed. However, even after being weakened layer by layer, a certain amount of extraordinary power still took effect.
The dark wave rose from the ground without any warning. It carried countless monsters and monsters, and hit everyone like a collapsed high wall.
Lin Qi's figure began to twist and become illusory, and the roar of continuous explosions sounded in the air. Almost instantly, Lin Qi threw several team members beside him out. They flew like cannonballs, leaving the range of the wave at high speed, and then
Lynch stretched out his hand towards the nearest Boluogo within range, but this time his haste failed to catch up.
The outstretched arm was infinitely close to Boluogo's body, but the black wave was still one step ahead of him, crashing down, enveloping everyone, and washing over the earth like a wave.
Lin Qi's energy and blood surged from being hit. In his field of vision, which was constantly flickering, monsters roared and rushed towards him. The piercing sound of swords sounded, and they were easily broken into pieces by slashes that were difficult to judge with the naked eye.
With his tumbling feet firmly planted on the ground, Lynch drew out his two swords and swung them at high speed, like rapidly rotating rotors. All approaching materials were easily scattered, along with the waves.
The pressure piled on Lynch's body. He tried to find Boluogo, but all he saw was darkness.
The suppression from the shattered reality exhausted Lynch's last bit of strength, and the swords fell out of his hands. Lynch was knocked over by the wave with his tired arms, and continued to spread backwards until it came to a complete stop.
Endless nightmares appeared in front of Lin Qi's eyes, his soul seemed to have been torn apart by wild beasts, and unspeakable emotions surged in his chest.
When he regained consciousness and was pulled up by the team members, the black wave had disappeared, and Boluogo and others had completely disappeared from sight. Lynch was not sure whether they had disappeared or if they had gone deeper into the darkness.
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Irwin felt that he was gradually losing his sense of time. He had been typing on the typewriter in front of the workbench for an unknown amount of time. He looked like a machine on the verge of collapse. His eyes were red, and he was mumbling to himself, with drool leaving the corners of his mouth.
Not satisfied... not satisfied! Not satisfied!
Every time Irwin wrote a line, he roughly tore off the paper and threw them aside. Now that darkness had fallen, Irwin needed to continue the story, but no matter how he unfolded it, he could not think of a less dark ending.
The story is stuck in place, but the darkness is still spreading. There is not much time left for Irwin. As an author, Irwin is used to this state of not being able to write a story, but now this state seems so deadly.
.
In the extreme pain, Irwin even felt that it would be okay to die like this. He didn't care about this anymore anyway, let alone his own life.
The shotgun is by his side, and Irwin can end his life at any time...if Asmodeus is willing to let him go.
But in the end Irwin gave up committing suicide. One thought supported him. As an author, he needed to finish writing the story. It was also during this long struggle that Irwin unexpectedly discovered several rules for writing reality.
logic.
The story is logical, and Irwin cannot write the story beyond logic, just as he cannot write the story unfolds like a deus ex machina, such as a sudden explosion that kills Asmodeus.
Irwin couldn't do it. Even if he wrote it, the words would not become reality. Irwin felt that this was an idealistic power. Only if he sincerely believed it and followed logic could the story continue.
Huge pain tortured Irwin, and he scratched his head vigorously, his palms covered with blood and gray hair.
In the large, deathly silent library, the crisp mechanical sound of tapping keys suddenly sounded. Irwin raised his head and looked at the paper blankly. He clearly had no keys, but the typewriter took the initiative to write a story on its own.
A line of text emerged, written from Irwin's first-person perspective.
"The hunters finally received my letter, and they came to rescue me...to step into this terrible hell."
Reality and illusion correspond to each other and influence each other.
Bologg stood up from the muddy ground with difficulty. Palmer and Aimu were beside him. Miraculously, they did not get separated. Then he raised his head. Bologg saw a large sea of daisies.
The castle that symbolizes the end of everything is behind this sea of flowers.
"Is that really the case?"
Bologg said to himself, the uniform on his body disappeared and turned into a hunter's costume. This damn role-playing game was not over after all. Fortunately, Bologg held it again.
Lifting the long and narrow sword blade in his hand, the dark bite seemed to swallow up all the light.
The hunters are here to start the final battle and end this dark story.