Aimou always considered Bologue a peculiar person; he could always pull off actions within his own realm of reason that astonished others, like this damned dramatic entrance.
But now was not the ti to complain about Bologue. Aimou freed himself, leaping into the passenger seat as Bologue slamd the accelerator, the tires creating white smoke as they sped off down the street like a warhorse.
"Woohoo! Off we go!"
Palr fully embraced his role as a bandit, not forgetting to fire a gunshot in greeting to Gold.
After the smoke cleared, thick roots leapt forward like flying fish with the earth as their ocean, Gold positioned at the forefront among the gathered branches.
His eyes flickered with a fiery glow as Gold wiped away the blood-stained bullet marks, glaring angrily at Palr.
Branches tangled into the ruins of the dessert shop, pulling Kronin out. He coughed painfully a few tis, then freed himself from the branches and moved between the rampaging roots, pursuing the car.
"I must kill them!"
Kronin nearly ground his teeth into dust. As a Prayer Believer, he never imagined being knocked into the air by a car.
Palr’s smile abruptly vanished. These two Prayer Believers were truly enraged, rampaging extraordinary chaos down the streets of Opus.
This was no ti for hesitation. Palr grabbed the shotgun, repeatedly pulling the trigger as shots were exchanged back and forth.
Palr was soone who easily imrsed himself in any situation. From the mont he encountered enemies, his complaints ceased, and he rrily embraced role-playing.
He was the bandit who robbed the money, and these guys... Sheriffs?
No way. The King’s Shield Guard doesn’t fit the title of Sheriff. Essentially, they are just another kind of bandit.
"This is black-on-black!"
Palr shouted words only he could understand, as he seamlessly switched ammo and fired.
Bologue had no ti to care about Palr’s ntal musings and paid no mind to his ridiculous antics.
While gripping the steering wheel to control direction, Bologue occasionally reached out to touch the earth, feeling the slight delay in Secret Energy’s effectiveness amid the high-speed pursuit.
Walls of dirt rose from the ground as obstacles, attempting to hinder the pursuit of the two Prayer Believers.
Aimou sat in the passenger seat, the scenery rushing towards her only to disappear in an instant, with Palr’s manic laughter and endless taunts echoing from behind.
As Palr taunted Gold and Kronin, he returned fire in this rare opportunity to press the Prayer Believers.
Bologue maintained a calm deanor, yet madness lurked in his eyes. Under his violent driving, the car perford one dangerous maneuver after another.
Aimou did not feel she had moved from one dangerous situation to a safer one. On the contrary, she felt she was in a more perilous predicant.
Listening to Palr’s taunts, the two Prayer Believers behind them seed ready to tear him apart.
This was bad; probably the worst morning ever. Yet Aimou unexpectedly felt a sense of relief, eventually unable to contain her laughter.
"What are you laughing at!"
Hearing Aimou’s laughter, Bologue didn’t understand.
He jerked the steering wheel sharply; accompanied by a screeching sound, the car drifted around the bend forcefully, nearly tossing Palr out from behind.
Aimou said, "Nothing, just suddenly feel happy."
"This is not exactly a ti to be happy," Bologue glanced at the rearview mirror, where towering trees closely followed the car, destroying the streets along the way, "We must return to the Great Rift; fighting in the city is too dangerous."
Regarding Opus’s population density, Bologue had a clear understanding while riding the tro. Continuing like this would only lead to a large-scale disaster.
Turning right ahead, the road’s end transford into a familiar mist that gathered, rising into the sky like pillars holding up heaven and earth.
Aimou’s expression showed delight, "Bologue, you ca to find ."
"Yes, you were here waiting for , that’s wonderful."
Bologue said, not forgetting to free up a hand to give Aimou a thumbs-up.
Aimou stared ahead, sowhat dazed, pondering what to say next, then she thought of sothing.
"In this case, even if the Fantasy Species devours , I don’t think it matters anymore."
Aimou relaxed her body, leaning against the tilted seatback, her voice carrying a rare sense of relief.
It was as if Aimou was not amidst the life-and-death high-speed chase but was lying in a tranquil and peaceful golden adow.
"Wait a minute, devour? What are you talking about?"
Bologue was completely baffled by Aimou’s resignation and was instead scared out of his wits.
"After the Fantasy Species exhausts its own power, it will further consu the host’s Ether; either the wish will be fulfilled, or it will burn out..."
Clutching her chest, Aimou explained, "Obviously, the wish to beco human is too ridiculous, so my next fate is to exhaust all the Ether."
The shimring buds had already sunk into the Constant Motion Core and wrapped around the Philosopher’s Stone.
"According to my estimation, this should be the last ti I can sustain a Ti Reversal; once the next Ti Reversal begins, the Fantasy Species will completely devour the Philosopher’s Stone."
This was the result Aimou was unwilling to see. The Philosopher’s Stone not only sustained Aimou’s life but also served as proof that Alice had once lived.
Aimou wasn’t nervous, nor did she feel sad. Seeing the battered car erging through the fog, Aimou suddenly felt that nothing mattered anymore.
She was very clear about what she wanted. Aimou didn’t care about the outco; she cared more about the process. As long as there was everything in the process, Aimou could accept any ending calmly.
Bologue’s eyes turned dark, "So, this isn’t the end of trouble but the beginning of another trouble?"
Regarding this mysterious thing called Fantasy Species, Bologue knew little, but he quickly ca up with a counterasure.
"No matter what, you must survive and ensure this Ti Reversal is not interrupted!" Bologue shouted his thoughts, "We will clean up everything in this sixth Ti Reversal!"
"As for your issue! As long as you can survive, the Order Bureau will always have a way," at this mont, another figure flashed in Bologue’s mind, and he exclaid joyfully, "Teda! He developed the Constant Motion Core; he surely has a way!"
"Teacher? Teacher has gone completely mad. He’s trying to fuse the Immortal Heart with Alice’s corpse, attempting to resurrect her this way!"
ntioning Teda, Aimou only then rembered this fatal intelligence. Soon the Immortal Heart would go out of control, and the scarlet flesh would devour all life within the Great Rift.
"You know? When you possess absolute violence, even a madman will sit down honestly and listen to you."
Bologue was unconcerned with Aimou’s worry, as he had long wanted to punch Teda.
Whether it was past grudges or the ambush at the venue where Teda attacked him and Palr, Bologue intended to repay all in this Ti Reversal.
Aimou might have wanted to say sothing persuasive, but it was more that she didn’t want to face Teda, fearing that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
But this ti, the fear vanished in an instant, and Aimou felt it didn’t matter anymore, a great sense of fulfillnt lingering in her heart, her wish having been promised.
The car rushed through the red light, narrowly missing an unlucky pedestrian.
Bologue had thought about slamming on the brakes, but after a few tries, he realized the brakes were completely broken.
Aimou was laughing endlessly beside him, as if she were at an amusent park, happily riding a roller coaster.
"This reminds of the world after death," Aimou chuckled.
"Already thinking about the afterlife? You’re too pessimistic."
Bologue forced himself to divert so attention and chatted with Aimou.
"No, I rembered what you ntioned before about what Palr said about the afterlife."
Aimou recalled Bologue’s words at that ti, watching the fleeting scenery in front of her eyes.
"In the world after death, everyone would sit in a car, playing their favorite music, and amidst the songs, we’d have delightful conversations. The car would never break, the fuel tank never run dry, driving on endless roads.
Always on the road, that’s quite romantic."
Bologue was about to comnt on Palr’s afterlife world, but at that mont, a black hood appeared between Bologue and Aimou.
Palr launched into his standard stand-up routine, "First of all, thank you for acknowledging . Secondly, thank you for rembering to include while you’re flirting, which makes , the outsider, feel quite involved."
Palr took a deep breath and nearly shouted in a furious way at Bologue.
"Could you guys care about the pursuers behind us!"
With Palr’s trash talk barrage, now there was nothing in their eyes except this damned black hood.
"We’re going to be caught up!"
Palr’s screams echoed endlessly inside the car.
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