A bloodstained hand rested on Bologue’s shoulder. This ti, Ewen was not asking, but speaking with a commanding tone.
"Bologue, I need ti, I need ti to verify my hypothesis."
Bologue took a few steps back, and the grudge bite fell from Ewen’s neck. The roars behind grew clearer, causing the entire grand library to tremble, dust swirling everywhere.
His chest heaved powerfully several tis as Bologue steadied himself, nodding with difficulty. He was convinced by Ewen, then he said again.
"The three of us can’t hold back so many monsters; I need your narrative assistance."
Ewen had long been prepared for this. When he turned to restrain Asmodeus, a series of plans had already risen in his mind.
He picked up a copy of "Night Hunter" and flipped through it casually, while muttering to himself.
"I rember, I set sothing like this in the book."
The typewriter spat out a series of pages, clearly writing, "I convinced the hunters who ca to the rescue, and they allowed to gamble with the King of Demons, and to buy ti, they triggered the Magic Potion hidden in their bodies, causing their blood to boil..."
Almost at the sa mont, Bologue felt his body heat up, as if every inch of his blood was boiling. The strange sensation from Asmodeus’s torture vanished, even the pain disappeared, leaving behind nothing but nearly infinite strength.
Bologue rembered this setting, in the novel, when hunters were in a desperate situation, they would unleash such power for a fight to the death.
The air he exhaled beca scorching, and Ewen took one last look at the black blade in Bologue’s hand.
"Is that the grudge bite?" Ewen then nodded affirmatively, "Just as I imagined."
"Don’t let down, Ewen."
Under normal circumstances, Bologue would never agree to such a choice, but at this mont, he chose to trust Ewen, "If you fall, I will kill you myself."
Bologue continued, "With the sword you created."
Ewen nodded with a smile, as Bologue turned and sprinted toward the door filled with cracks. Palr t Bologue, like Aimou, he too was infused with power, this power seeped deep into his bones. He even vaguely felt his Alchemy Matrix being influenced by the narrative.
"What did he tell you?"
Palr pressed on; it was clear that Ewen was undertaking an extrely dangerous task, hoping to extract more from Asmodeus after countering him.
Ewen was utterly mad.
Bologue shook his head, revealing nothing to Palr about the conversation. He simply said calmly, "He convinced ."
The grand library’s door split open with a crack, a nacing arm reaching through it, only to be severed by the grudge bite. The limb was thrown high, landing on the ground like a wet rag with a dull thud.
Bologue had no intention of explaining to anyone what Ewen had just said. He plunged into the gap, slicing through all approaching demons like a at grinder.
In the midst of the bloody slaughter, Bologue suddenly recalled what Geoffrey had told him a long ti ago when he first started his job.
In the dim transfer station, in front of the door of chains and swords.
"Devils are extrely rule-abiding beings, yet they are by no ans perfect. So have found loopholes in the rules and used them to turn the tables against the devil."
Bologue took a deep breath of the bloody air, growling, as he sliced through several demon bodies with one slash, as if cutting through dense branches.
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