Endless Debt Chapter 1050 - 103: Replay of the Past_3

When the First Stage Condenser steps into the command area of Bologue, they are already a walking corpse... Just like when Xilin invaded the Cultivation Room back then.

Under Xilin’s indiscriminate command, the brutal Ether almost killed all employees below Negative Power User within the area.

A cruel massacre.

Years later, Bologue brought another massacre.

Not far in, Bologue systematically took down several "lost" enemies, smashing their armor with an axe, then sweeping through, splitting open their bodies with a sharp blade, blood spurted out, dyeing the entire alley red.

In the narrow alley battle, Bologue combined with his unique ability to manipulate blood, quickly slaughtering all enemies, but as the two of them went deeper, the enemies’ resistance became stronger, the battle more fierce, with the ground covered in enemy’s severed limbs and blood spraying in terrifying scenes.

Until now, Bologue hadn’t encountered any enemies of the same Tier, not even Prayer Believers, as he checked the bodies, the fallen ones didn’t seem like Shield Guards, more like mercenaries hired from somewhere.

That was normal, under Mammon’s shelter, the Gray Trade Association would open its doors to the King’s Shield Guard, those mad merchants sell anything, not to mention slaves and mercenaries bound by Blood Contract.

Long before the timeline was disrupted, Bologue had already encountered similar enemies.

"Is he waiting for me?"

Bologue stood in the pool of blood, staring down at the pitch-black umbilical cord stretching from his abdomen, since entering the Fog Abyss Fortress, the direction of the cord has never changed.

It seems the Shadow King has been staying put, awaiting their arrival.

"Maybe he doesn’t want to hide anymore, wants a grand showdown with us?"

Palmer squinted his eyes, barely spotting the umbilical cord. His connection with the Shadow King wasn’t close.

"A showdown in these circumstances? Feels no different than waiting to die."

Bologue whispered, "He won’t give up that easily, don’t forget, the Decay Epidemic hasn’t been triggered yet... Perhaps he’s luring enemies in deeper."

"Just like King Solomon once did..." Palmer suddenly thought.

"What is it?"

"The Fall of the Holy City," Palmer explained, "King Solomon held out until the last moment, when the largest force of the coalition was amassed, a beam of light, a beam of light ended it all."

Palmer speculated, "I think the Shadow King plans to do the same, recreating the events on this land."

Bologue paused for a moment, feeling Palmer’s speculation made sense, a double loss was better than losing alone. Bologue was too familiar with such desperados’ mindset.

"Palmer, if necessary, you need to leave, just like I made you leave last time."

Bologue spoke seriously, he wasn’t joking, "I believe the Decision Room anticipated Shadow King’s behavior, so they negotiated to let the King’s Secret Sword handle the final attack... This battle’s outcome will only result in mutual destruction."

"Suicide Squad." Palmer repeated the term.

"I’m an Undead, I have no worries, but you are different," Bologue confessed, "This mission wasn’t originally yours, it was me who requested to include you."

"Taking a good buddy to die together, right!" Palmer exclaimed, "I knew it!"

From the start of the massacre, Palmer realized one thing, his presence would only hinder Bologue’s actions, with the advantage of being Undead, Bologue could easily fight his way to the depths of the Fog Abyss Fortress, find the Shadow King, and launch a signal flare.

Afterwards, it wouldn’t matter if Bologue lived or died, that would be the King’s Secret Sword’s job, but with him, a mere mortal body, the attack operation had become hampered.

"I just want you to personally deal with Morrison," Bologue stated his reason, "After resolving Morrison, you can leave, don’t look back."

Palmer was stunned, for a moment, he didn’t know what to say, scratching his ears and cheeks, he could only squeeze out these few words.

"Is this the signature caring method of a violent killer?"

Because it was too bizarre, Palmer actually felt like laughing, he mimicked an absurd tone, "Come on, Palmer, this guy is your birthday present, come cut him down!"

"I’ve been trying to develop empathy, to feel others’ emotions."

As Bologue moved forward, he unleashed Secret Energy, in a place Palmer couldn’t see, the rumbling of walls shifting was heard, he guessed many unfortunates must now be crushed into minced meat.

"Actually I believe I have this ability, but my empathy is limited to the feelings inside my head, you know, I’m not very good at expressing this kind of thing." Bologue said earnestly.

Gunfire rang out ahead, within seconds, metal floods pierced through the hallway, Palmer decisively slipped into a side corner, while Bologue charged into the enemy crowd.

Amidst the intense gunfire, Palmer shouted loudly, "So you’re trying... to express yourself?"

"Something like that," Bologue retorted, "What do you think?"

Bologue swiftly turned, hand axe and blade rampaging through the enemy, incessantly producing heart-twisting sounds, and the occasional massive explosion and the horrific ripping sound of flesh tearing apart.

The corridor was strewn with enemy remains and blood clots, scorching streams of fire rose at the dim hallway’s end, before Bologue could react, Palmer summoned a howling wind, which rampaged down the hallway, the strong air currents clashing against the roaring flames, remarkably halting their advance for a moment.