Chapter 535: Black sabbath with arrow

The noon sun was a little dazzling. At the gate of a heavy brick-like prison shaped like an ancient castle, the prison guard with a live ammunition stood loosely under the shadow of the raised tower on the top of the city wall. Moving around on the flat ground seems to be wandering out of the sky.
Without warning, a man with long crimson hair appeared not far from the gate of the prison, his attention was instantly taken away by the prison guard, and he blinked hard-he didn't see the person at all How did it happen.
"Hey! Stand still!" Seeing the red-haired man stabilizing and walking towards this side after a slap, the prison guard subconsciously lifted his submachine gun and pressed his thumb on the insurance. "Here is the prison! You ..."
The red-haired man raised his head.
A pair of bloodshot, hysterical eyes filled the heartbeat of the prison guard who could see the person's face missed a half-beat. In an unspeakable sense of fear, he instinctively raised his muzzle and opened the insurance.
Then ... Then the sight in front of him suddenly turned into the prison door that should have been behind him, and the red-haired man was facing away from him, inserting the key that had been hanging around his waist into the door.
The belated beating pain spread from the neck, and the loss of horror and numbness made the prison guard look down, and then he saw his heel.
The muffled sound of the fall of the human body sounded along with the harsh alarm.
Diablo, who walked towards the inside of the prison, looked up and glanced at the monitor in the corner of the ceiling: "It's noisy ..."
After whispering tiredly, Diapolo followed his own somewhat vague memory and continued to go deeper into the prison in various shouts and actions.
His pace seemed sluggish and messy. This was not because of physical discomfort. On the contrary, his body was at its peak without any damage and fully rested.
However, his spirit was overwhelmed.
Chaotic and fragmented memories made him almost impossible to think, and the rising negative emotions under great pressure made him almost crazy.
He didn't even remember how he had passed through the prison door before.
"... Just ... Just go there ... Don't block the way!"
The crimson arm that ordinary people couldn't see flashed away, and the prison guard who blocked in front of Diapolo hit a large crack on the concrete wall and died on the spot.
The jailer aiming with a gun in the distance suddenly changed his posture and shot at the empty corner of the wall, and then the neck was broken by the red-haired man walking by.
With no footsteps, Diapolo came to the area where the prisoner was holding heavy criminals, and two heavy metal railing doors twisted the way under the power of the Scarlet King.
Diapolo, who crossed the prisoner's body, stopped outside the deepest jail. After a huge organic bulletproof glass, a "giant" held in a "prisoner" turned his head, looking across the glass. he.
This jail is nothing like a jail-a refrigerator, air conditioner, TV, mural, table lamp, calendar ... and even a violin, firearms, bullets. Except for its small size, this prison looks like an ordinary house. It doesn't make much difference.
And the people who live in prisons that are not like prisons are even more weird-that is a giant with an extremely large size, or an extremely fat.
The black-eyed man with a red hat wearing a yellow hat just sits there half a mile taller than Diablo. He is bloated to a fat body that is difficult to move, and it can almost fit seven or eight adults.
This obese giant, whose size is far beyond the cell door's capacity, is named Pol Po. He is a senior cadre of enthusiastic organization and one of Diablo's rare close friends.
Many enthusiastic organizations involved in the dark trades of gambling, drugs and population were managed by Polbo, and more importantly, Polbo was a participant in the core secret early "entertainment awakening experiment" of enthusiastic organizations.
Diapollo unearthed an awakening arrow from the relics of ancient civilization. The only arrow he kept on hand was in Polpo's hand.
After all, the early stunt awakening experiments required a lot of human life, and it was natural for enthusiastic organizations to move their brains to prison inmates and population trading.
There are not a few prisons bought and controlled by enthusiastic organizations like Polpo, but God knows how many people disappeared silently during the peak of the experiment in the birth of the Sults.
By now, large-scale stand-in experiments are no longer carried out, but Polbo still keeps the arrows. He follows the subtle rules found out in the experiments and grants the intention to join the organizer "trial" according to some kind of fate and destiny.
The recommended tester must complete the trials agreed with Borbo. The tester can complete those harsh agreements in various ways, or violate the rules of the surface, trigger the baptism of the arrow, and survive. May be allowed to join the organization.
"... I didn't expect to see you like this," Pollbo, who stopped looking after the transparent and thick glass, took out the precious red wine from the refrigerator and asked while pouring wine into the goblet. "I heard about Rome. Is it Jocrat's lunatic?
"Some time ago, the organization encountered various problems and suffered heavy losses. I had to take the initiative to increase the number of testers ... but you never issued a clear order. What happened? Boss?"
Consciousness temporarily regained his sobriety. Diapolo rubbed his brain, but was afraid to remember and stir his mind. He said in a deep voice, "Give me the arrow ... ! "
Pollber, who poured two glasses of wine, paused for a moment, then he placed a glass of wine on a small platform that penetrated the inside and outside of the cell, twisted the goblet with a thick finger and sipped: "No now ... ' The agreement 'is working, and the arrow won't return until the earliest.'
"Let your trial eat shit!" Diablo's face, which was extremely unstable, twisted a punch on the glass, and the tough bulletproof glass burst into countless cracks, "Calling the" Black Sabbath "back ! Give me arrows! Immediately! Immediately! "
With a sip of red wine, Polbo dropped his glass, squeezed the cracked glass on his face, and stared at Diablo, seriously, "Are you ... insulting me?
"Trust is the most important thing. A person's credibility is his most fundamental quality-I have reached an 'appointment' with the tester today, and come to me before he finishes the agreement at eleven tomorrow, or I can't and can't recall a substitute until killed by the Black Sabbath.
"Did you choose me at first because of my obsession with‘ trust ’and‘ promise ’that transcended life, my boss? Even you, it ’s impossible for me to violate this will.

The Black Sabbath is a long-range self-disciplined avatar of Polpo's Awakening, possessing the ability to sneak and teleport in connected shadows.
More importantly, after Polbo and others have agreed on the terms with clear terms, the Black Sabbath can have the ability to automatically track and supervise the contractor. Once the target violates the agreement, this strange substitute will be out of the shadows. Appear, suppress the target's soul and punish.
As a long-range self-disciplined avatar, the black Sabbath range is almost infinite, and it will hardly return any damage to Polbo. In the triggered state, it is extremely powerful to suppress the soul, and the black Sabbath at night can be called. Invincible.
And the content of punishment ... is to pierce the soul of the target with an arrow, forcibly awakening.
Yes, Polbo ’s arrow is carried by his substitute. The mysterious item, the arrow, can follow the special substitute for blurring and manifestation. If the black Sabbath does not appear, Diablo will be killed. With Borbo, the arrows kept in the body of the Black Sabbath were absolutely unavailable.
Even more, that arrow may disappear with the collapse of the Black Sabbath where it is unknown.
In order to ensure that the tester will experience the night of the strongest state of the Black Sabbath, the trials agreed by Polbo are generally limited to a whole day. As a trusted relative of the boss, he did not have the idea of ​​not giving up arrows ... The stuff is really amazing.
But is Diablo able to wait now?
He has a confusing memory. He does n’t know how long it has been since the stoppage of his encounter. But he keeps running away in the illusion of death. He knows that the enemy like a nightmare will never let him go. There is not much time to give him a breath.
The next deadly attack is possible at any time beyond the foreseeable limits of the epitaph.
"Damn ..." Diablo, who knows so much about Polpo's stubbornness, worked hard to suppress the irritability and killing in his heart. He had to start digging his memory and thinking about what he should take next. action--
Whether it is killing the tester to terminate the agreement in front of him, or later using Poll's agreement ability to involve the enemy who can stop the time into the black Sabbath attack range ~ EbookFREE.me ~ need more memory and thinking.
But as Diablo's consciousness works, the shadow in the soul floats up like the gangrene of sacrum—
[... Poor guy, isn't it just one day? 】
The hallucinatory, familiar teenager's voice sounded in his ear, Diapolo's eyes widened, and his teeth were terminated with his gutting, but the vague and deep overlapping hallucinations still echoed in his mind.
[You are the king on this timeline. Although you are constantly losing your territory, this does not affect your use of this power, as long as you ... accept me! 】
After Hong Zhong Da Lu shook his heart, the shivering Diapolo supported his hands on the smooth glass. The weakness of the spirit level kept him breathing, and when he lifted his head slowly, he saw that he was intact. Non-destructive bulletproof glass, and the calendar in the room turned over to the next day ...
And, Polk was spewing a weird black stand-in for an arrow behind him.
[Go, Diablo, complete the ceremony of the arrow, let's ... talk about it ...]