Blood was flowing across the ground, pooling into patches, severed limbs and shredded at soaking within it, as if a deranged painter was using blood to paint. The surrounding walls also bore large crimson stains, so blood had already coagulated, turning into dark blotches.
Palr skillfully squeezed the trigger, shooting down the solitary demon sprinting across the wilderness, a kiloter away. On the other side, Canary raised her crossbow to guard the breach, deadly arrows piercing the horrific skull.
Because Palr unluckily drew the Event Card - Harassnt, now stray demons would randomly attack the train at any ti. Palr cursed for a while, clearly his Blessing should have been sealed as well, yet he remained so unlucky.
Footsteps echoed from the roof, Bologue climbed in through the shattered window. He had just dealt with the demons at the train’s head, allowing the slowing speed of the train to increase again.
Several rounds had passed since the ga began, each player was completely imrsed in the ga, assuming their roles, and they realized many things.
For instance, Bologue could no longer distinguish whether they were on the Joy Park train or the Dawn train from the story.
The imnse round table was before them, under the twisted space of the Void Realm, the space here was considerably larger, evidence of Joyful Garden’s power. Yet when Bologue moved to other carriages, those eerie environnts vanished, as if it truly transford into an ordinary train.
Bologue had tried to jump off the train to escape, but when he distanced himself, Bai Ou would issue a warning, indicating he would face penalties for leaving.
For this reason, Bologue ceased further attempts, it seed no matter what he wished to do, he had to first have a delightful ga with this damned Devil.
Bologue wiped the blood from his face, "Is this round of events over?"
"It’s all over."
Responding to Bologue was Ewen, this Minstrel was of no use in combat, but he could record the progression of the story like a humanoid notebook.
Cinderella and Aimou, the two Alchemists, collapsed to the side. Though they lacked combat power, they took charge of treating the injured, as now everyone was mortal flesh, wounds inevitably remained after the battle.
"Aimou."
Bologue called, "We need to hurry."
With that, Bologue sat on a chair, lifting his shirt to reveal his blood-covered abdon, injured during the fight with the demons, he needed to address the wounds before the next round of events erupted.
Aimou stood and hurried over; she lacked dical skills, but due to her identity as an Alchemist, she could complete the treatnt by applying herbs to the wound and wrapping it with bandages.
The ti left for Aimou wasn’t much, though the noises around were chaotic and loud, everyone could clearly hear the dripping of blood.
This sound ca from the center of the board, Bai Ou, blood like sand flowing from an hourglass, gradually filling the container below. When the blood overflowed, it ant their rest period was over, and they had to proceed to the next roll of dice and draw of cards.
Bologue looked at the board; the situation was grim, consecutive battles left everyone exhausted, but fortunately, the next rest stop was nearby, as long as they endured until then, they could gain a round’s respite to replenish strength and heal wounds.
"What does immortality an to you, Ewen?"
During the treatnt, Bologue asked Ewen, "I don’t know if anyone else has ntioned it to you... actually, I am also an Undead."
Upon hearing this news, Ewen appeared calm; after experiencing such life-threatening events, very few things could disturb Ewen’s emotions now.
Bologue said, "I’ve talked with many people about immortality; it may not be as wonderful as you imagine."
Ewen joked, "Wonderful? Who knows? Every gambler’s conviction remains firm until a complete repentance, right?"
Bologue laughed along; wanting to change soone’s thoughts with a few words was a pipe dream.
"I read your book, in it you expressed disdain for immortality," Bologue added.
"So, you think the real also dislikes immortality?" Ewen sighed, "That’s the problem, it’s easy to say beautiful words, just open your mouth."
Bologue understood what Ewen ant, "Yes, when reality arrives, everyone realizes, things aren’t as simple as spoken."
Rejecting immortality is the sa.
Ewen paused for a while, "I often feel pain."
"Why?"
"I want to be a noble person, but as you see, I still possess a part of hypocrisy, yet I lack the courage to completely discard it."
Ewen continued, "So, I took care of everything, prepared to co here alone, regardless of the result, I could give myself an answer. Even if dead, people would only know my noble side."
Bologue said, "But we got caught in it, saw your hypocritical side, that feels bad, right?"
"Not too bad."
Bologue furrowed his brow, Aimou finished bandaging his wounds, the dicine tingled at the wounds, bringing stabbing pain.
Taking a deep breath, Bologue felt a bit complex; he had read Night Hunter’s story, but never imagined experiencing everything described in such a strange way.
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