Endless Debt Chapter 1047 - 102: Massacre

Palmer watched Bologue from a distance, unsure of what he was doing. Suddenly, the surrounding blood mist rapidly contracted and entirely attached to the hand axe.

Bologue turned around and waved Palmer over. Palmer swallowed hard, stepping over the blood-soaked ground as he strode forward.

"What’s going on?" Palmer asked.

Bologue appeared unconcerned, "Nothing much, the new weapon’s a bit unwieldy, so I made some adjustments."

He said this as he raised the hand axe in his hand. The violent intent was almost tangible; Palmer couldn’t help but step back. To him, it seemed like a cursed object blessed by all evil, but Bologue held it as if it were an ordinary hand axe, completely unaffected.

"No problem?" Palmer asked cautiously.

"No problem," Bologue replied, "The way to restrain a maniac is simple... just be more violent than he is."

Under Bologue’s intimidation, the Vengeful Saw Axe seemed to compromise, as if the war drums in Bologue’s ears quieted down and their rhythm slowed.

Bologue looked curiously at this weapon. Unlike conventional contract objects, it seemed to have a vague self-awareness, actively corroding its user. More intriguingly, at necessary moments, it would even make deals or concessions with its wielder.

It was Bologue’s first time using such a weapon, which made him quite intrigued.

The previous users of the Vengeful Saw Axe were all seekers of power, gradually dominated by it under the lure of strength. But Bologue was different; he was a pragmatist with very simple awareness.

The so-called power was just a tool to achieve a goal, and one of the greatest characteristics of a tool is that it can be replaced.

If this power didn’t meet Bologue’s satisfaction, he could abandon it and find another.

In this regard, Bologue had always been clear, perhaps excessively pragmatic. Most of the weapons that accompanied Bologue ultimately met their fate by being replaced or destroyed in battle rather than sealed away.

From the initially purchased folding knife that was replaced as soon as it broke, to the Shock Hammer, to the Bright Light Blade acquired from Kedening, even up to the now significantly reduced lifespan of the Phantom Dagger and the Face of Horror.

In Bologue’s hands, a weapon only has one destiny, and that is to fade away in battle, not to gather dust in storage.

The Vengeful Saw Axe had been through countless wars, its body carved with marks from enemy blades and swords. Today, it gained a few more scars, but these weren’t from the enemy; they came from its wielder.

Bologue knew this contract object wouldn’t give up trying to influence him. But it didn’t matter, as long as it could handle the current task.

Thinking this, Bologue looked towards the flock of monster bird corpses that were swarming again. He waved his hand, and a chilling ethereal fluctuation quickly spread over them, completely engulfing them.

Bologue raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

In the instant the ethereal fluctuation swept through, the aggressively attacking ether had already pierced through the already fragile defenses of the monster birds and soldiers.

Bologue seized their blood.

The soldiers’ bodies trembled violently; they felt something surging within them, like a swarm of snakes slithering. They felt a pain in their chest, and then a gush of hot blood burst forth, tearing through their bodies. Instantly, the blood formed blades, cutting into their own organs and bones. They couldn’t comprehend what was happening and instinctively screamed.

Pain spread through the soldiers’ bodies as they wailed to the sound of limbs breaking. Their faces twisted into grotesque shapes, and then the blood blades sliced through their lung cavities, severing their cries. Wounds consumed all the oxygen in their bodies, and their breathing became labored, the pain growing ever more intense.

Blood and viscera scattered across the ground as soldiers fell, blood streaming from their throats, noses, and mouths. More soldiers fell, monster birds plummeted, bodies shattered.

After intense training in the combat room, although Bologue hadn’t reached the Extreme Realm, his control over ether had undoubtedly become much more precise. Dispatching these foes was no challenge at all.

Bologue strode forward forcefully. He didn’t need to swing the sword axe but directly tore them apart from the inside, turning the enemy’s blood into blades that sliced through their skin, rupturing bones and organs.

Palmer watched Bologue’s back, feeling a hint of fear even as his partner.

Bologue’s power was truly despair-inducing.

The enemies could clearly feel their bodies being torn apart from the inside. Their life-sustaining blood turned into blades, cutting a myriad of purple wounds within their veins, slicing through muscles and bones, tearing open rolling pain and moans.

Internal organs and muscles were ruptured and destroyed. Their bodies began to crack open, under the perception of nerves, they could sense their own death, as their insides became chaotic and painful, unbearable.

Some enemies were directly sliced in half, organs scattered across the ground. The cries and agony before they died made one want to cover their ears, but this was a battlefield, and no one could block out their senses.

Crimson blood splattered everywhere. When Bologue’s Secret Energy ended, leftover human tissues and organs were strewn across the ground. The loathsome scene was heart-wrenching and hair-raising, the scent of blood and screams lingered in the air, unforgettable.

Palmer didn’t know what power the hand axe truly possessed, but from the scene before him, Bologue was hundreds of times more violent.

Wiping the blood spray from his face, Palmer couldn’t help but say, "Sometimes, I really think you’re a complete madman."

"Why?" Bologue looked ahead.

"I’ve seen many bloodthirsty lunatics, but when they swing their weapons, they always let out some roars to vent their rage... Actually, that’s quite acceptable, at least it proves they’re monsters with emotions."

Palmer lowered his head and looked at the axe sword, still dripping with blood.

"But you are different, you have no expression at all, I don’t even understand, do you enjoy killing, or is it merely a perverse hobby?"

If Bologue roared anything, Palmer would think he was a Demon God from Hell, but when he remained silent, Palmer often imagined Bologue was some kind of more terrifying and mysterious existence.

Chilling to the bone.

"Me?" Bologue didn’t know how to explain, he could only say, "I probably need to see a doctor."

"To treat your mental illness?"

"No, to treat my facial muscles," Bologue earnestly replied, "Do you think I’m a face paralyzed person?"

Palmer thought for a moment, "Your expression is much richer than paralysis."

"That’s good." Bologue nodded.

"What’s good!" Palmer’s voice rose.

Bologue laughed twice, casually explaining, "Palmer, don’t be nervous, I’m just working."

He added, "It’s just that my work style is a bit rough."

Another deafening roar exploded behind them, the ground beneath their feet trembled violently, as the King’s Secret Sword engaged in a frontal battle with the King’s Shield Guard, high concentrations of Ether gathered here, triggering various anomalies.

Like the end of the world, the cluster of buildings around the wandering fork started to collapse bit by bit, large buildings fell, and cries sounded behind the dust raised by crumbled stones, countless demons roared and charged.

"Like lifting a brick by the roadside and finding it filled with bugs."

Seeing the scene, Bologue murmured.

This battle is just a prelude, the real battlefield is ahead of Bologue, geological changes caused the familiar road to deform somewhat, but Bologue could still recognize the path forward, engulfed in mist, it’s a dark, narrow road ahead, if anything blocks the way, he just needs to use Command.

Nothing can stop Bologue.

Suddenly he remembered a blessing from long ago, at this moment he repeated it softly.

"The mountains make way, the sea will divide into narrow paths."

At the end of the narrow path, Bologue saw again the ruins wrapped in the Sea of Mist, perched high upon the cliff, standing too long like a witness of time.

The Fog Abyss Fortress stands on a steep cliff, looking up from below one is easily drawn to its vastness and horror, dense mist surges around, space begins to blur, making one lose direction.

It’s been soaked in mist through countless years, the surface filled with thick moss and other disgusting fungal plants, parasitizing the ruin, consuming its remaining flesh and relentlessly breeding and spreading until every corner of the solid stone is covered.

Under Bologue’s earlier devastation, the broken ruins had drastically changed, from a distance, the whole building’s shape resembled a massive conical wall, a jarring giant scar across the wall, mist lightly seeping like blood oozing from its wound.

In this once luxurious yet stern fortress, everything had long fallen into desolation and disrepair.

Bologue felt a strange emotion, he had participated in many battles, but never before had he repeatedly faced the Fog Abyss Fortress like now.

"You’ve stood long enough," Bologue whispered, "It’s time to crumble, return to the dust."

The wind from the Sea of Mist brought waves of sound, twisting into grotesque mirth, seemingly mocking Bologue’s naive thoughts.

Behind, the roar of Ether abruptly ceased, the fourth squad seemed to have broken through the defensive line, advancing deep into the gorge, the King’s Secret Sword purged all evils within the Sea of Mist, like a tidal wave.

But when all enemies here are completely eradicated, Bologue knew they would stand against each other again, until death finds them.

Always so.

In the profound darkness, a pair of weary eyes had long seen through all of this.

"What should you do?"

Mammon turned his head, looking at the Shadow King on the throne of ruins.

The Shadow King remained silent, the exquisite Iron Armor wrapped his broken body, he stroked the blade in his hand, accompanied by a faint surge of Ether, the sword blade flashed with a few sparks.