Endless Debt Chapter 1049 - 103: Reenactment of the Past (Part 2)

Leaving these words behind, Mammon vanished into the darkness, leaving only the Shadow King to face the impending battle.

The Shadow King stared at the mark in his palm for a long time, an uneasy thought rising in his heart.

"He guessed what I was going to do."

The Shadow King muttered to himself, then laughed. To think that a few fragile words of his could deceive Mammon would be to underestimate the Devil, and would be too contrary to his true self.

If he were as fragile as his words suggested, the Shadow King would not have held on until now.

"Let’s see who wins this time."

Before he finished speaking, booming explosions echoed, and the Shadow King once again saw the umbilical cord stretching from within him. It traversed the building incessantly, eventually connecting with another entangled fate.

...

The ruinous round castle on the cliff, once a magnificent fortress, now eroded by the marks of time and war, had become a desolate ruin.

Thick mist and fungal vines covered its surface, adding an eerie and mysterious aura, where it seemed that every corner was filled with bottomless darkness and terror.

The true enemy of this battle was hidden amidst this towering ruin, though dilapidated, it still exuded a chilling aura.

Two figures moved swiftly one after another, their footsteps masked by the breeze, like drifting shadows.

The outer walls of Fog Abyss Fortress were ravaged by the erosion of time, the stones cracked as if a slight force could bring them down.

Vines and crooked branches spread between the old walls and iron frameworks, swaying gently in the breeze, the sound of wood and metal rubbing together unsettling the mind.

At the edge of the ruin were several steep stairs, visibly worn, suggesting that many had passed through here.

"It really has changed so much," Palmer sighed, "Last time when I was here, it wasn’t like this."

As he spoke, Palmer glanced at Bologue’s back, sometimes feeling the other to be extremely unfamiliar, sometimes, incomparably familiar.

Now this place had turned into a deserted wasteland, beneath this terrifying and deep scene, it seemed as if countless ghosts were wandering here, the air filled with a strange and rancid smell, involuntarily reminiscent of the bloody history here.

After a brief advance, a cracked high wall blocked their path.

"Are you sure about this?"

"What else? Knock on the door?" Bologue raised his hand axe as he spoke, "Hello? Is this the Fog Abyss Fortress? You have a delivery... is that what you mean?"

"No, no, no, I mean, shouldn’t we be using stealth?"

"Stealth? This has turned into a front-line battlefield, how exactly do you plan on using stealth!"

Bologue said, glancing behind him, the thick mist was already swept away by the tempestuous Ether, the battle waves of the King’s Secret Sword could still be felt even here.

"Make the most of your time!"

After the roaring explosions, Bologue kicked down the shaky wall and strode into the Fog Abyss Fortress.

"What’s the plan?"

Palmer also assumed a combat stance, the enemies they would face afterward were not those outside riffraff.

"The plan is, first find the Shadow King, signal the King’s Secret Sword to come and butcher him, if we encounter Morrison first, we kill Morrison first."

Bologue marched forward, axe in one hand, sword in the other.

"How are we supposed to find Morrison?"

At the mention of Morrison, Palmer also turned vicious, eager to act.

On hearing this, Bologue paused in his strides, then turned his head, asking in a subtle tone.

"Have you heard of exhaustive search?"

"Yes, and what’s that have to do with this?"

"Quite simple, kill everyone you see, when flipping through the bodies, you’ll eventually find one called Morrison."

As Bologue spoke, he spread out Ether and wielded Secret Energy, the Void Realm still draped over this ruin, but its overall strength had weakened significantly. Bologue still found it challenging to command, but it was smoother than before.

Relying on his perception of the surrounding areas, Bologue immediately discerned how many enemies were hidden here. What struck Bologue as odd was that this dead, silent ruin was somehow filled with a lingering scent of blood.

Suddenly, an Ether reaction rose from the front, and before Bologue could react, Palmer decisively pulled the trigger, an Alchemy Warhead shot into the darkness, accompanied by the clear sound of impact with flesh.

Flying alongside the Alchemy Warhead was Bologue’s thrown hand axe, both hitting the enemy in the darkness one after another.

Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was shaped into chains, allowing Bologue’s throw to extend infinitely. Wielding the chain, the hand axe swiftly returned, dragging along a body it had pierced through.

During its slide, Bologue utilized his blood manipulation ability, turning the blood oozing from the enemy’s mouth and nose into sharp Blood Blades. By the time the hand axe landed back in Bologue’s hand, the enemy’s body had turned into a pile of fragments, blood smearing the ground.

"A First Stage Condenser," Bologue kicked at the corpse, some Ether residue lingering in the flesh, "Those outside were just delaying, all the Shield Guards are hidden in here."

Palmer glanced at the corpse, muttering, "They’re no longer a threat to you."

"It’s just the difference in Tier."