Endless Debt-Chapter 826 - 271: The Great Rescue from Within the Story_5

Chapter 826: Chapter 271: The Great Rescue from Within the Story_5

"How should you end it!"

Asmodeus created a despair he thought irreversible, endless demons shrouded in darkness completely surrounded the place. The fall of Daisy Castle was only a matter of time; at present, Ewen, there were only Bologue and his two companions—all three of them, even if they broke their blades, couldn’t escape.

How was Ewen supposed to rewrite this dark fate?

"Didn’t you just read it?"

Ewen said as he picked up "Night Hunter" and slapped it against Asmodeus’s chest.

"Remember what my autobiography said?" Ewen said excitedly, "The Hunter is real, the demons are real... you are real too."

Asmodeus saw the typewriter’s pages burning; the words written in Ewen’s blood were radiating layers of light, turning into embossed golden text.

Ewen’s long speech was not only an exposition of his inner thoughts but also a stall for time. The heartfelt words made Asmodeus lower her guard, even neglecting Ewen’s written story.

While conversing with Asmodeus, Ewen was crafting a hopeful ending.

Now, Ewen had finished writing.

The forces of darkness had invaded every inch of this world, desperately needing a blazing fire to turn them to ashes.

And so Ewen shouted aloud.

"We’re in the story, so let the people in the story come save us!"

Ewen kissed the cover of "Night Hunter" with emotion-filled tears, then threw the book high, countless pages scattered down like a snowstorm.

But as Ewen’s words concluded, nothing happened.

Bologue decapitated another demon, smashing the bricks above, large chunks falling, filling the split in the library again. The thundering crash echoed, and before the crack was completely buried, Bologue could faintly see a few ferocious wolf heads pushing forward in the collapsed corridor.

Palmer and Aimou, covered in wounds, approached Ewen, hoping for a miracle.

Yet there was only dead silence.

Suddenly, Asmodeus laughed, unable to hold back tears of laughter at Ewen’s ridiculous look. She guessed Ewen was merely fronting, unwilling to admit defeat, even deceiving himself.

Asmodeus felt victory was in her grasp, "Your friends are all here, who else could save you?"

Ewen took a deep breath, stepping onto the workbench, he raised his arms like a speaker and shouted.

"Hunters, what are you waiting for!"

This time, faced with Ewen’s call, the world responded.

Bologue noticed the gusting wind, tackling Ewen to the ground just as a window enshrouded in vines shattered, a burning projectile tore through the strange plants and glass, crashing into the collapsing fissure, grinding the yet-to-emerge demons into pulp, exploding in layers of flame at the corridor’s end.

As the window shattered, cold winds carrying blood scents rushed inside, and from that distant darkness, the deep resonant whistle of a train slowly approached, the white lights like sharp swords piercing the night, illuminating innumerable grotesque figures.

Bologue swore he’d never forget this scene, that familiar train emerged from the story again, clad in heavy armor like a steel serpent traversing the earth.

Countless demons were crushed into bloody sludge under its wheels, the flesh and severed limbs splattering like paint on the carriages, it progressed inexorably, like a Great Sword fallen from the heavens, cleaving the battlefield in two.

Bologue muttered, his demeanor solemn, as if he were witnessing a divine spectacle.

"Reinforcements from within the story."

Palmer stood frozen, several seconds later, he shouted fervently, incapable of articulating his emotions at this moment, this was a miracle woven from words.

This unfortunate fellow began to feel fortunate, Palmer rejoiced at being here, witnessing it firsthand, he would recount everything that happened here to Vasilina for three days and nights, even if she didn’t want to listen, he’d pry her ears open.

Aimou stood there as well, the rising light illuminated her scarred, battered Steel Body, and even the cold metal was filled with intense flames at this moment, growing more fierce.

Ewen, having written a beautiful ending for "Night Hunter," saved that world, and now, the characters from "Night Hunter" were crossing the story’s boundaries to save him.

The boundary between fiction and reality vanished completely, the creator rescued by his own creations.

Under the shattering reality, everyone was within a story within a story.

Ewen struggled to stand, cheering towards the darkness.

"Journey of Ultimate Night! Setting sail for dawn!"

After crushing hundreds of demons, tons of flesh and bone got stuck in the wheels of the Dawn train, each rotation squeezed out copious amounts of blood like a juicer, and even the roaring engine couldn’t advance an inch, the steel behemoth finally came to a slow halt, like a beached giant whale.

But this wasn’t an end, rather, it was the beginning of the battle.

Unlike the Dawn train Bologue rode in the game, this Dawn train sprang from "Night Hunter," a steel creation fully armed and filled with hunters.

The piercing siren blared, the heavy armor lifted one by one, gun turrets pointed at the chaotic battlefield, all the train guns were loaded and ready, just as Ewen had depicted in his novel.

All rejoiced in unison.

Suddenly, it was as if a thunderstorm descended upon the battlefield, thousands of thunderstorms erupted at ground level, as if hundreds of giants were roaring, corpses mixed with dust rose and fell like hail, pelting the ground wildly, ear-piercing roar, earth-shattering.

The muzzle spewed fiery tongues, extending a line of fireworks under the night, the burning projectiles swept across the battlefield, carrying heat waves, slicing off swaths of heads like a cutting machine, cannon shots smashed into Daisy Castle, setting wildfires on the rampant vines as the heavens trembled and the earth shook.

The entire castle was illuminated, like a bonfire at a wild party, a torch brightening the darkness.

After the first round of shelling, blood soaked every corner of the earth, with gunpowder, blood, and the rancid stench of scorched flesh pervading the air, the tidal wave of demons were cut down like straw, dying in droves, Death God’s laughter echoed amidst steel and thunder.

Bologue heard breathing hidden within the wind, and as the train doors opened, silhouettes appeared under the train one by one in the night, some wielding long blades, others squeezing triggers, still others carrying flamethrowers, purifying the land with burning holy fire.

They marched forward, easily shattering the line of death.

Bologue felt a sensation he had never experienced before, like an electric current crawling up his spine, even Bologue couldn’t stay calm, his blood boiled, raising his arm in a fervent cry.

A surge of heat rose within Bologue, he too was part of the story, a Hunter among them, with the power of narrative, it was as if a raging fire were burning through Bologue’s insides, roaring to climb out of his throat.

The creator and his creations, the lovers of what they loved.

At this moment, Bologue stood united with the people in the story.

Brick and stone sounds erupted from behind, another Wolf-headed Demon crashed through the piled debris, sticking most of its body into the massive library, it craved blood, emitting bizarre gasps, while the roaring explosions outside continued, brilliant flames like a grand fireworks display.

Bologue suddenly felt this world was no longer insane or absurd; instead, it had become profoundly romantic and poetic.

Human strength shattered the Devil’s shackles, standing atop, laughing aloud. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The flames ignited the daisy flower sea, once again releasing that captivating orange-red radiance, as if gems piled on the earth.

"The grand rescue from within the story."

Bologue softly repeated, a line that had appeared in the story.

With that, Bologue leaped out, decapitated the wolf head with the Broken Sword, and the blood flew in torrents.