Endless Debt Chapter 1025 - 95: Blood Hand Axe_4

Aimou said, "The Order Bureau contained this Contract Object during an operation over ten years ago. Others have tried to wield this weapon, but they all failed, and it was contained until now."

Bologue repeatedly examined the Hand Axe, noticing some intriguing details.

On both sides of the axe blades, overlapping scratches formed patterns akin to inscriptions. Unfortunately, Bologue couldn’t comprehend them or confirm if they were a form of lost script.

Moreover, the wrapping on the axe handle felt similar to the Face of Horror, with leather that continuously exuded sticky oil. No matter how much Bologue wiped, it, like the bloodstains on the axe blade, couldn’t be removed.

"What is its name?" Bologue asked.

"Vengeful Saw Axe."

A savage name; fitting, as it was born for slaughter, to bathe in blood.

Bologue’s fingertips brushed lightly across the axe blade. It appeared sharp, yet touching it felt jagged, and a slight pain pricked his fingertips. As he raised his hand, his fingers were unexpectedly cut by the rough texture.

An eerie force emanated from the Hand Axe, squeezing out a drop of blood from the tiny wound, which fell upon the axe blade. Immediately, the blood vanished, as if rapidly evaporated or absorbed completely by the axe.

Bologue sensed something was amiss and asked, "What are its powers and costs?"

"As soon as it touches blood, it releases a terrifying aggressiveness. The axe blade seems to come alive, devouring the opponent’s Armor."

During the era of the Vengeful Saw Axe, technology was far less advanced than today, it was a battlefield dominated by cavalry and Armor.

"It also grants the wielder many blessings: filled with power, never tiring, impervious to pain."

Aimou explained, "Many of its users were completely controlled during battle, receiving many fatal wounds without feeling pain. Yet, even like that, they retained combat capabilities like living corpses until the fight ended."

Bologue muttered inwardly, "Sounds just like those from the Zongge Orchestra."

Those self-mutilating madmen left a profound impression on Bologue.

"And its cost?"

The positive effects of the Vengeful Saw Axe were relatively broad; how effective it is depends on Bologue’s practical use.

"Its cost is simple: the Vengeful Saw Axe demands sacrifices of blood—the more, the better."

Aimou paused, then continued, "You can understand it as the greater the sacrifice of blood, deaths, and skulls, the stronger the power it grants you. But if you cannot satisfy its thirst for blood, it will draw blood from your own body. And as the blessings increase, the wielder will suffer from visions of rage, losing their sanity and becoming a machine of violent slaughter."

Bologue nodded. He roughly understood the nature of the weapon he held.

The more brutal the slaughter, the greater the power granted. However, if unable to quench its thirst, he himself would become its sustenance, along with the accompanying visions of rage.

In this sense, this weapon truly matched with him. The Undying Body allowed Bologue to endure the cost, as for the rage visions, Bologue believed they wouldn’t affect him, at least not beyond a certain threshold they couldn’t control him.

"By the way, there’s something you need to be aware of," Aimou warned. "Once it touches blood, it activates automatically. Either it avoids blood entirely, or it leads to a massacre, detaching from it will be very difficult."

Bologue hesitated for a moment, then he heard a low whisper, bone-chilling pain surged from his arm.

Looking down, metallic spikes densely pierced out from the axe handle, stabbing through Bologue’s palm. The leather wrapping scattered like a swarm of snakes, crawling up Bologue’s wrist and arm, fully binding his limb and the Hand Axe together.

Blood gushed out from Bologue’s body, and under Aimou’s astonished gaze, it was completely absorbed into the axe blade, simultaneously, Bologue again heard the low whisper.

The voice grew clearer with the blood sacrifice, like a beast vibrating its throat, producing threatening sounds, or like countless flies buzzing over a decaying corpse...

And it seemed like a blood-stained engine was beginning to rumble, roaring endlessly.