Ascension journey - 643. Chapter 638 Black Sabbath and Arrow

The noon sun was slightly dazzling. At the gate of a heavy brick and stone prison that resembled an ancient castle, the guards with guns and live ammunition stood loosely under the shadow of the raised blockhouse at the top of the city wall. Wandering around on the flat ground, it seems to be wandering beyond the sky.

Without warning, a man with long crimson hair appeared not far from the prison gate. The guard was taken aback for an instant, and then he blinked vigorously-he didn’t see that this person was at all. How did it appear.

“Hey! Stop!” Seeing the red-haired man steadily stepping towards this side after a staggering, the prison guard subconsciously lifted the submachine gun in his hand and pressed his thumb on the insurance, “This is the prison! You…”

The red-haired man raised his head.

A pair of bloodshot and hysterical eyes made the prison guard who could see the face of the visitor miss a beat. In an indescribable sense of fear, he instinctively raised the muzzle and removed the insurance.

Then…then the scene in front of him suddenly turned into the prison gate that was supposed to be behind him, and the red-haired man was facing away from him, inserting the key originally hung around his waist into the gate.

The late severe pain spread from the neck, and the horrible numbness of losing his body made the prison guard look down, and then he saw his heel.

The muffled sound of the human body fell, along with the harsh alarm sounded.

Diablo, who was walking towards the inside of the prison, raised his head and glanced at the monitor in the corner of the ceiling: “It’s noisy…”

After whispering tiredly, Diablo complied with his somewhat vague memory and continued to deepen inside the prison amidst various shouts and actions.

His steps appear to be slow and messy. This is not because of physical discomfort. On the contrary, his body is in a peak state without any damage and fully rested.

However, his spirit has been overwhelmed.

The chaotic, fragmented memory made him almost unable to think, and the rising negative emotions under tremendous pressure made him almost crazy.

He didn’t even remember how he had passed through the prison gate before.

“…Just…just go there…don’t get in the way!”

The crimson arm that ordinary people couldn’t see flashed away, and the prison guard who stood in front of Diablo smashed into a large crack on the concrete wall and was killed on the spot.

The prison guard, who raised his gun and aimed in the distance, changed his posture abruptly in a trance, and fired at the empty corner, and then his neck was broken by the red-haired man walking by his side.

Diablo, whose footsteps did not stop at all, as if entering an uninhabited land, came to the prison area where serious criminals were held. The two heavy metal railing doors twisted out of the way under the huge force of the Crimson King.

Diablo, who stepped over the body of the prison guard, stopped outside the deepest prison. Behind a huge organic bulletproof glass, a “giant” locked in a “prison” turned his head and looked through the glass. he.

This jail is nothing like a jail—refrigerator, air conditioner, TV, murals, desk lamp, calendar… even violin, guns, bullets, apart from the small area and unobstructed view, this jail looks like an ordinary house There is not much difference.

The person living in this prison, which is not like a prison, is even more weird-it is an extremely large, or extremely fat giant.

The yellow man with black eyes wearing a red hat, just sitting there is half a height taller than Diablo, his body is so bloated that it is difficult to move, he can almost fit seven or eight adults in terms of size.

This fat giant, far beyond the capacity of the cell door to pass, was named Polbo, a senior cadre of the enthusiastic organization, and one of Diablo’s rare confidants.

The passion organization has many dark transactions involving gambling, drugs, and population that are managed by Polbo, and more importantly, Polbo is a participant in the early core secret “Stunt Awakening Experiment” of the passion organization.

Diablo unearthed an arrow that could awaken a person’s substitute from the remains of ancient civilization. The only arrow he kept was in Polbo’s hand.

After all, the early surrogate awakening experiments required a lot of human lives, and it was only natural for enthusiastic organizations to use their brains on prison inmates and population trading.

There are many prisons that are bought or controlled by passionate organizations, like where Polbo is. God knows how many people disappeared silently during the peak of the experiment when the group of people born in Risut was born.

Up to now, large-scale surrogate experiments are no longer going on, but Polbo still keeps the arrows. He follows the subtle rules that he has explored in the experiment, and according to certain fate and destiny, he gives those who intend to join the organizers to “try” the qualifications. ——

The tester who is recommended must complete the test agreed with Polbo. The tester can complete those harsh agreements in various ways, or violate the surface rules, trigger the baptism of the arrow and survive, so that Can be allowed to join the organization.

“…I really didn’t expect to see you like this,” asked Polbo, who stopped looking after the transparent and thick glass, taking out the precious red wine from the refrigerator and pouring the wine into the goblet. “I heard about the Rome side, is it the lunatic Joe Kolat?

“Some time ago, the organization encountered various problems, and the losses were heavy. I had to take the initiative to increase the testers… but you never issued a clear order. What happened? Boss?”

Inexplicably, his consciousness temporarily recovered. Diablo rubbed his forehead, but he dared not recall or disturb his mind. He said in a deep voice the words that kept echoing in his heart: “Give me the arrow… !”

After pouring two glasses of wine, Polbo paused for a moment. Then he placed a glass of wine on a small platform running through the inside and outside of the cell, twisted the goblet with his thick fingers and took a sip: “Not now…’ The promise’is working, and the arrow will not return until night at the earliest.’

“Let your trial eat shit!” Diablo, who was extremely unstable, twisted his face and slammed a punch on the glass, and the tough bulletproof glass instantly burst into countless cracks, “Summon the’Black Sabbath’ back. ! Give me arrows! Immediately! Immediately!”

Polbo drank the red wine in one sip. He dropped the glass, squeezed his face against the cracked glass, and stared at Diablo outside the wall and said seriously: “Are you… insulting me?

“Trust is the most important thing, a person’s credit is his most fundamental quality-I have reached an’agreement’ with today’s tester, and he will complete the agreement and come to me at eleven tomorrow, or Before being killed by the Black Sabbath, I will not and cannot recall the double.

“You chose me originally because of my dedication to’trust’ and’promise’ beyond life, my boss? Even you, it is impossible for me to go against this will.”

The Black Sabbath is a long-range self-disciplined stand-in for Polbo’s awakening, possessing the ability to sneak and teleport in connected shadows.

More importantly, after Polbo and others have agreed with others and agreed with clear conditions, the Black Sabbath can have the ability to automatically track and supervise the agreed person. Once the target violates the agreement, this weird stand-in will be removed from the shadows. Reveal, suppress the soul of the target and punish it.

As a long-range self-disciplined stand-in, the black Sabbath has an almost unlimited range and hardly feedback any damage to Bollbo. In the triggered state, it has extremely powerful pressure on the soul. When the body cannot be found, the black Sabbath at night can be called the black Sabbath. Invincible.

And the content of punishment… is to pierce the soul of the target with an arrow, and force a stand-in awakening.

Yes, Polbo’s arrow is carried by his avatar. A mysterious object like the arrow can be virtualized and manifested with a special avatar. Diablo will kill even if the black Sabbath does not show up. Without Polbo, he would never get the arrow stored in the body of the black Sabbath.

Moreover, the arrow may disappear without a trace following the collapse of the black Sabbath that I do not know where it is.

In order to ensure that the tester will experience the strongest night of the Black Sabbath, Polbo’s agreed test is generally limited to a full day. As a trusted confidant of the boss, he has no idea not to hand over the arrow…Although that The thing is really amazing.

But now, can Diablo can afford to wait?

With a confused memory, he doesn’t know how long time has passed since he encountered the person who stopped when he encountered it. However, as he keeps running away in the illusion of death, he knows very well that that nightmare-like enemy will never let him go. There is not much time for him to breathe.

The next fatal attack may come at any time beyond the foreseeable limit of the epitaph.

“Damn…” Diablo, who has a deep understanding of Polbo’s stubbornness, tried to suppress the irritability and murderous intent in his heart. He had to start digging out his own memories and thinking about what he should take next. action–

Whether it is killing the tester to terminate the agreement, or using Polbo’s agreement ability to involve the enemy who can stop time into the black Sabbath attack range, more memories and thoughts are needed.

But as Diablo’s consciousness turned, the shadow in his soul floated up like a tarsus–

[…Poor fellow, isn’t it just a day? 】

The hallucinating and familiar voice of a young man rang in his ears, and Diablo opened his eyes sharply and gritted his teeth to end his current thoughts, but the misty and deep overlapping hallucinations still echoed in his mind.

[You are the king of this timeline, although you are constantly losing your territory, but this does not affect your use of this power, as long as you…accept me! 】

After Hong Zhongdalu’s heart-shaking shouts, Diablo, who was covered in cold sweat, propped his hands on the smooth glass, and his mental weakness made him breathe continuously. When he eased his energy and raised his head, he saw that he was intact. The non-destructive bulletproof glass, and the calendar in the room that was turned to the next day…

And, Polbo was spitting out a strange black double with an arrow behind him.

[Go, Diablo, finish the arrow ritual, let’s… have a good chat…]