An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

After hugging each other for a moment, Gale stepped back with a smile, while Astaire stepped forward briskly, her high ponytail swaying from side to side, and she smiled weirdly:
"Congratulations~ Tough guy, although I have been burned by you twice before, I don't hold grudges."

Karak smiled awkwardly and hugged her.

Hearing this, Ying Xin put her chest aside and coldly snorted:

"Since I don't hold grudges, why are you pushing me? You're a duplicitous guy, huh."

It must have been because he made fun of his age last night that the other party took the opportunity to take "revenge". It was not a big deal to let Karak hug him.
Being "attacked" from behind was the main reason he cared about most.

This statement made everyone laugh and cry. It has not been a day or two since these two people have not dealt with each other~

After Astelon finished hugging him, Weir hesitated, and finally walked up to this "former enemy" and lowered his head to apologize:
"Sorry, what happened in the past..."

"That's all in the past, Weir, now we are friends and good partners."

Facing the appearance of the Border Blade, Karak shrugged and smiled heartily.

When the two of them looked at each other, smiled and hugged each other, the last grudge in their hearts disappeared.

At this time, Harsin stood there, smiling and congratulating:

"Congratulations, Karak."

Because they joined late, the emotional connection between them is not as deep as others, and it is not suitable for hugs. Words are better.

"Thank you, Harsin, thank you, Demo."

Karax let go of Weir, stood up straight and thanked the druid and the blacksmith one after another.

Demo forced a smile and hesitated in his words:
"You're welcome, Karak, I... have some bad news for you,"

"I can't fix it... The hell engine is not a product of the main material plane after all. It stays here and is destined to collapse and explode at some point. When the time comes, you..."

In a sense, the hell engine is of the same nature as the destructive ball in the mage's body. They are both life-killing bombs!
But the power of the latter is much stronger.

"What?!" x4
As the saying goes, after great ups and downs, there must be great sorrow. Demo's words made everyone feel joyless.

Hearing this, the corners of Karak's mouth twitched, pretending to be calm, and forced a smile:

"...It doesn't matter, as long as you can live for a while, everyone must die eventually,"

"I successfully returned to the main material plane. Now I can interact with people like normal people. I am very satisfied. It is not good to be too greedy."

Demo frowned and shook his head to tell him how to survive:
"Karak, you have another option, and that is to stay in Hell, where the engine will stabilize and gradually return to normal."

A product from hell will be fine if it returns to the place where it was made.
But the biggest problem is that someone doesn’t want to reply.

This suggestion caused a strong emotional fluctuation in Karak, and he loudly rejected it:
"No! I will never go back! Even if you blow me up right now, it would be better than working for Zariel!"

The devil will never give up his assets easily, and Karak was also sold to hell. Zariel will definitely come to catch him as long as he survives.

"Daimo, is this the only way?"

Gale frowned slightly and asked if there was any other way. After all, the strong man was very determined and would rather die than go back! This situation is not easy to advise.

The only way is to find another way.

With a long sigh, Demo shook his head and replied:
"At least in my opinion, this is the only way to survive. Unless there is a new engine replacement, Karak may not have to stay in hell."

"But... this is almost impossible. The hell machine belongs to the private property of the Devil,"

"Except for those that have been installed on the body, not many people have seen brand-new ones, and they don't know where the specific manufacturing place is."

There are indeed ways to survive, but they are not within the reach of ordinary people.
But no matter how slim the hope is, at least we know that there is still a ray of light. Ma Long spoke in a low voice:

"People really don't know, but devils don't necessarily know. Thanks for the help, Demo, see you later."

After saying that, he turned around and walked straight towards the hotel. Seeing this, his friends quickly followed him.

On the way, Weier asked very puzzledly:

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

And Karak couldn't help but interjected:
"Yes, I somehow feel that you are having bad ideas. I'll be fine, Ma Long. It's just a matter of death. At least I'll make a lot of friends before I die."

“I have also experienced an unprecedented trip, and I am satisfied.”

Regarding this question, Ma Long did not answer directly, but only showed a mysterious smile, but the smart Gale was thoughtful,
Suddenly, as if he had guessed something, his eyes widened with disbelief on his face, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Soon, the group of people arrived at the hotel gate, and the harpist guarding them didn't look good on them, nor did he block the way.

Let them step into the hotel.

There were quite a lot of people in this big, dilapidated house. The Harpers, Flamefist, and tiefling refugees all added up to at least thirty people.
But everyone seemed to have little energy.

Except for the Harper, the rest are all trapped in the cursed land and unable to leave.

Not only are there shadowy evil spirits outside seeking life, but there is also the brutal Supreme True God cult entrenched here, and the probability of successfully escaping is less than one percent.

Looking around the hall, Ma Long saw several familiar faces.
First up is the refugee leader, Sefolo,
At this time, he was like an alcoholic, holding a hip flask and drinking heavily.

Next was a tiefling girl, who was the one who gave him beautiful music at the party night, and he was quite impressed.

Scanning the whole place, Ma Long didn't see Jaheira's figure.
Maybe he went to interrogate Marcus.

The spies sent by the Supreme God to infiltrate must be treated well and their mouths opened.

Although he didn't see the high-level harpist, when Malone looked around, he found another "acquaintance", the devil with whom he didn't have a good relationship, Raphael.

It happened that the other party was also looking towards the crowd and extended an invitation to him.

"follow me."

After speaking, Ma Long walked towards Raphael's position with a serious expression, a wine table by the window with a chessboard on the table.

The chess pieces placed above have not been moved.

"Raphael?" x2
Shadow Heart and Weir, who were following behind, immediately exclaimed in unison when they saw the devil appear.

They were the only two people who had met this guy with Ma Long at that time. The rest of their friends only heard his name but never saw him.

Devil Raphael sat in his seat without getting up and said hello with a smile:
"Ah ~ Paladin, it's been a long time since I saw you. Are you interested in playing a game of chess?"

"Ma Long, this guy must have some conspiracy."

Upon hearing the invitation, Weir put her right hand on the hilt of the sword on her waist with disgust and hatred in her eyes.

However, Ma Long nodded in agreement and sat down on the chair opposite with a calm expression:
"...Okay, why not."

"I told you before that you will talk to me calmly next time, right? Haha~"

Raphael smiled triumphantly.

The last time he was forced to leave by the threat of the paladin's sword and threatened to see him again next time, the result was definitely different. Now it seems that it is indeed what he said... (End of Chapter)