Irwin is already an old man, but he still confesses affectionately like a young man. But compared to a confession, for Irwin, this is more like a warning from the depths of his soul. He has been practicing asceticism for many years and finally saw his own

Holy Mother, he released all the emotions that had been accumulated in his heart for many years at this moment.

The emotions accumulated over the years burned like fireworks. Irwin's cold body became warm again, and the remaining blood seemed to boil and glow with vitality.

Youth once again fell upon Irwin, and he felt more relaxed than ever before, as if his soul was about to leave his body and ascend to the beautiful kingdom of heaven.

He laughed happily, his voice was hoarse, as if his throat was filled with grit and friction, and it sounded like an old gramophone singing.

"My muse..."

Monsters like a sea of ​​sand roared wildly outside the big library, hunters spread death with their swords, darkness eroded every space, and the distorted and broken reality almost annihilated everything.

On the eve of this doomsday, Irwin witnessed the true beauty, and he was so excited that he almost shed tears.

Muse put Irwin's hand in his arms, and the skin was close to it, bringing bursts of warmth to the old body, like a stove, this warmth penetrated deep into the bone marrow. If possible, Irwin hoped

Time can stop here and turn it into eternity.

"Want to come with me?"

Muse suddenly approached Irwin, as if she wanted to kiss him, and her warm breath, scented with honey, brushed along Irwin's cheek.

Irwin did not respond and had no expression. His eyes were hidden in the deeply sunken eye sockets, like two dark caves leading to the abyss.

"Are you still hesitating?"

Muse is not forced. She is different from Asmodeus, who is composed of pure evil. She has more humanity. She is the warm sun.

"Noble people live very hard lives. Irwin, it's time for you to rest."

"Yeah," Irwin nodded in agreement, "Being a noble man is really exhausting."

"However, although this is tiring, it is also great," Irwin never doubted this. "My body is as heavy as a rock, but my heart is as light as a feather."

Irwin carefully touched the palm of the muse, just like a blind man understanding an object through touch. He could feel the warmth under the flesh, the invisible wrinkles between the skin, the smoothness of the nails, the soft palm...

…

Irwin took his hand away from Muse's arms, clinging to the warmth, but still left resolutely.

Muse showed a bit of surprise, but she did not do anything extra and smiled as always. At this moment, she seemed to really become a warm sun, almost making Irwin forget her devilish nature.

"Are you leaving?" Muse said, "If you leave, you will never see me again."

Irwin said, "One meeting is enough."

"Will this satisfy you?"

"No...I'm never satisfied," Irwin's fiery mood cooled down, he put his hands on the typewriter and continued writing the story, "I'm just relieved."

"Relieved?"

Muse thought she heard it wrong, "You have worked hard for so long and paid so much, just for... relief?"

Even she could not understand Irwin's thoughts at the moment. He was like a traveler climbing a peak. After experiencing countless dangers and obstacles, just when he was about to reach the top, he just glanced at the snow-capped mountain.

, the pinnacle connecting with the sky, then turned and left.

"I'm a stubborn person."

Irwin struck, "This stubbornness is like a disease, plaguing me like a curse. I understand that only by seeing her again can I reconcile with myself and bring peace to me."

"Now I have done it. I let her read the story I wrote and let her know that the unlucky guy she saved back then has achieved great achievements and has a brilliant life.

I saw her again and felt her warmth... I have nothing to regret."

Irwin moved his palms, and the warm aftertaste lingered on his fingertips, "Sometimes you don't have to catch everything in your hands...you can't catch flying birds."

Muse felt an emotion she had never felt before. She was so noble and the ultimate thing that Irwin cherished. She witnessed Irwin's pursuit with her own eyes, but just before she was about to achieve it, she was in Irwin's eyes.

Suddenly became worthless.

She blocked the typewriter and interrupted Irwin's work. There was touching sadness on her delicate face, and she asked incomprehensively.

"Why? Irwin."

Woman is the poet's muse, the omnipotent devil, and the absolute will that has influenced Irwin's life. She is so powerful and aloof, but at this moment she suddenly feels an indescribable sense of frustration, even though she has exhausted all her strength.

No means could interfere with Irwin's decision, and no matter what she promised, she could not make Irwin stop for a moment.

She is like a god walking on the earth, but she has never been able to get the love of a mortal - obviously this mortal does have passionate feelings for her.

At a certain moment, Muse seemed to have figured it out, and she asked.

"Is it because it's not real enough?"

The roaring sound of shattering resounded, and the crumbling door of the big library completely collapsed at this moment. The broken bricks smashed rows of bookshelves, and small stones carrying slender soot clattered all around.

But it was the only one that didn't fall on Irwin.

The area where Irving and Muse live together seems to have become an inviolable sanctuary. They are at the core of the story but independent of the narrative.

Thick blood energy mixed with violent killing intent came from outside the dark door. A figure turned in mid-air and landed. The dark sword blade was nailed into the ground, pulling a distance of several meters before he stabilized the figure.

"Is everything going well? Irwin."

Bologg glanced at Irwin and then at Muse.

Boluogo has always been curious about what kind of woman would be so obsessed with Irwin. Would she have a face that makes people obsessed? Is it a sacred and inviolable temperament, or is she cunning and good at manipulating people's hearts?

After seeing the muse up close and personal, Boluogo found that his guesses were all in vain. In his opinion, she was an extremely ordinary woman. She did not have an impressive figure or breathtaking appearance. Her mediocre

Like many people, the only thing that can be called special is those beautiful, jewel-like eyes.

Boluogo knew that she was an ordinary and mediocre woman, but in Irwin's eyes, she was special and sacred.

Irwin deified her, and she shone brightly.

Before Irwin could answer, a slender whip blade poked out from the darkness. Bologger nimbly dodged, and then the ground he was just on was shattered by the sharp blade, leaving shocking scars.

The sound of flesh and gravel squeezing was heard, like an earthquake. The large library shook violently. A ferocious, jackal-like head poked out from behind the door. It opened its mouth wide and filled with growth.

It has densely packed fangs, and the fangs extend all the way into the throat, like the overlapping knife discs of a meat grinder.

"You better hurry up, Irwin."

Boluogo ordered, and then rushed towards the wolf-headed monster. Due to building restrictions, this monster cannot rush into the large library now.

Palmer and Aimu struggled to entangle the monster, trying to attract its attention. When Bologg returned to fight again, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Boluogo jumped high, his fatal resentment bite was like a black thunder coming from the world. At the same time, the wolf-headed monster opened its mouth, and its scarlet eyes revealed excitement. In its view, Boluogo was

Looking for death.

Out of desire for flesh and blood, it squeezed its head frantically, until the entire huge and ferocious wolf head was completely stuck in the incomplete door, and its body was firmly attached to the masonry, which happened to be

It blocked those deadly whip blades. Now it only has a head and bloody mouth to fight with.

The dark trajectory was like a rain of arrows thrown down. The moment before it was about to hit the wolf's head, the wolf's head suddenly advanced a few minutes. The building was full of fatal cracks. The open bloody mouth swallowed up Boluogo in an instant, roaring.

The dark thunder also stopped abruptly.

Palmer and Amu's actions were stagnant, their eyes filled with disbelief. The battlefield fell into a brief silence, and then a pitch-black sword blade pierced out from the upper jaw of the wolf's head, bringing the hustle and bustle back to the world.

The scalp-numbing sound was heard as metal cut flesh and flesh and collided with bone. It was like a rough saw blade was violently stirring in the wolf's mouth. In the blink of an eye, the dark sword blades stabbed out one after another, twisting and expanding the wound.

Drops of blood.

The wolf's head opened again, letting out a cry full of pain. At the same time, a strong figure also appeared in the huge mouth densely covered with sharp teeth. Boluogo was covered in blood, but this was all the blood of the enemy. He was like a superior.

The top with full power stirred up a dark and bloody storm by waving its resentment.

Along with the high-speed rotation of the body, the resentful bites were cut out thousands of times almost instantly. The deadly fangs fell apart under the black blade that cut everything, and the mucous membrane, flesh and bone in the mouth were shattered into pieces.

The glutinous rice flour exudes a fishy smell.

The wolf head struggled to retreat out of the door, and then a hateful figure crawled out of the bloody mouth. The dagger stabbed into the skull, stabilizing Boluogo's body like a rivet. He held the hand tightly with his other hand.

Biting tightly, roaring, he cut off the entire upper jaw of the wolf's head and the scarlet tongue.

The wolf-headed monster let out a shrill cry. It hit the building repeatedly, and every time its half-broken head shook, it shed a scarlet rain. In extreme pain, it retracted its entire head into the darkness, and the familiar sound of waves sounded again.

, those ordinary monsters that had retreated swarmed in again.

Boluogo half-knelt in a pool of blood and gasped for breath. Now he could understand how difficult it was for the hunters in the book to hunt monsters. After all, the efficiency of the sword was not as good as the power of the secret power. If the hunters had the secret power, it would probably be a disaster.

The plot of this book can kill all the monsters.

At this time, Palmer crossed over to Borogo and waved his short sword to take over the pressure of the monster wave from Borogo. Aimu also helped Palmer after helping Borogo.

The two of them are not as efficient as Boluogo, but as field staff, they can barely withstand the attacks of the monsters one after another.

Bologg coughed twice, and after regaining some strength, he looked at Irvin behind him again. At this moment, Bologg was betting all his chips on Irwin.

Irwin stopped typing and turned to look at Muse, who was staring at him affectionately. For a moment, Irwin really felt that Muse was Muse, not Asmodeus or something.

"What beautiful eyes."

Irwin sighed, those magnificent eyes reflected all the splendor in the world like a kaleidoscope, but facing such beauty, Irwin looked extremely regretful.

"It's full of charm...but it's a pity that there's nothing there, it's empty."

He continued to tap the keys, and one fresh character after another was printed on the snow-white paper.
To be continued...