Endless Debt-Chapter 827 - 272: Unstoppable

Bologue had never felt so powerful before, even though all he had at this moment was the resentment-biting in his hand, it was enough, there was no need for anything more.

Blood surged, sparks flew, the tall wolf-head disintegrated before Bologue, its broken body was gnawed by more demons, they went mad, like maggots burrowing into the corpse, trying to bite through the vast body to get into the Grand Library.

The demons bit through the wolf-headed demon’s innards, passed through layer after layer of rib cages, their grotesque faces just emerged from the body, pitch-black blades nailed them to the corpse.

They couldn’t get in, no one could get in, Bologue would guard this final door until the story got its deserved ending.

Ewen stood on the workbench, like a dramatic actor standing on his stage, the blazing firelight fell from the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, precisely illuminating him as if deliberately designed lighting, countless sheets of paper were blown into the room by the evening wind, rising like a blizzard.

"Haha! Look, Asmodeus! Hurry, look!"

Ewen excitedly gestured, even extending his hand to invite Asmodeus to join him on the workbench and admire this grand battle drama against the darkness.

Asmodeus did not respond, she stood frozen, stiffly fixed, her gaze unwaveringly towards the burning night.

The demons meant to surround Daisy Castle were driven away by the hunters, they launched a counterattack against the hunters emerging from the darkness, but then the Dawn fired all cannons, the reloaded train cannon effortlessly crushed their bodies, shredding the wave of death.

Layer upon layer of corpses piled on the earth, flesh and muddy soil mixed like putrid mud, the hunters roared, severing head after head, building them into a tower of skulls.

Asmodeus was confident in her story, under the command of darkness, endless demons would bury everyone, Ewen had no chance.

But now the situation was reversed, Ewen brought forth an army from the story, a fully armed, blood-boiling army.

"This...how is this possible?"

Asmodeus was perplexed, narrative restricted everyone, how could Ewen write such a mechanical descent moment?

The question remained unanswered, Asmodeus suddenly realized.

Indeed, at present all the stories come from Ewen’s new book, Ewen had written his new book into a magical autobiography, in this autobiography, he accidentally became aware of the records hidden beneath the dust of the world, the previous "Night Hunter" was also a story he wrote based on this hidden world.

That is to say, from some pivotal point, Ewen’s new book and "Night Hunter" had begun to coexist within the same world view.

Fantasy and reality linked together, stories nestled layer upon layer, narrative levels merged into one.

While Asmodeus could summon endless demons, Ewen could also command his characters to rescue, just as Ewen wrote in his book.

When demons descended, the journey through the eternal night would follow like a shadow.

This was never some mechanical descent, but the ending Ewen had prepared for himself right from the start. The devils never guessed his heart.

Ewen was like an onion, with one real word after another, hiding his true wish, for a moment Bologue even wondered, is what they’re experiencing really Ewen’s desire? Or is he still hiding something?

"Come on! Friends, this is the final revelry!"

Ewen pulled Asmodeus up, holding her hand while his arm encircled her waist, standing on the narrow workbench, their eyes met.

It seemed Ewen was truly mad, in Asmodeus’s long life, it was her first encounter with such a crazed human, he twirled her around, but Ewen couldn’t dance, his steps awkward, seemingly stomping on the spot, almost stepping on himself several times.

Ewen seldom danced in his life, the first time was thirty-three years ago, he thought Asmodeus had probably forgotten about it, the second time was now, he seemed to have waited long for this moment.

Heavy shells pierced the Grand Library’s walls, the glass dome shattered, followed by more shelling, the hunters seemed intent on flattening the castle, unleashing all their firepower.

Glass shattered into sparkling dust, large chunks of bricks fell from the sky, debris scattered like bullets, a thick layer of dust accumulated on the ground, Palmer leapt through the floor-to-ceiling window’s gap in time, dodging the descending boulders several times, while Bologue sidestepped swiftly in the collapsing deadly torrent, Aimou stumbled, nearly falling, the steel hull covered in pockmarked dents.

"Hold onto me!"

Bologue roared, colliding with Aimou without slowing down, Aimou clung to Bologue like a koala, Bologue then swung the resentment-biting, slicing the falling boulders, finding a gap to survive in the collapsing structure.

Once safety was assured, Bologue looked at Ewen, who still danced with Asmodeus, their small world untouched by any external forces, falling stones altered trajectories, smoke dissipated into the wind.

This was the last revelry before the end times, accompanied by their clumsy dance steps, dense, monolithic-like bookshelves toppled in succession, Ewen’s cherished books shattered accordingly, paper scraps stained with blood, as if scattered rose petals.