Endless Debt Chapter 1053 - 104: Pacifist (Part 2)

"Act now!"

A vague voice emerged from the werewolf’s mouth. Usually, he and the woman suppressed their enemies, while the mysterious third person would seize the right moment to take the enemy’s life.

Now, Bologue focused all his energy on dealing with himself. The werewolf felt he had forced Bologue to reveal all his tactics, frozen by the chill and unable to move. It was time to act.

The Silver Hand stirred up a storm of blades, the werewolf swiped his claws breaking most of the steel, but was equally scarred by countless blades. Time passed second by second, yet the anticipated attack never came.

The werewolf leaped back, looking towards the third person who stood dazed, eyes vacant, a thin bloodline extended on his neck, followed by his head hitting the ground.

Palmer’s figure appeared behind the headless corpse, and at this moment, the werewolf and the woman were shocked to find their attention entirely captured by Bologue’s suppression in this brief clash, completely ignoring Palmer’s presence.

Using airflow control, Palmer made no sound, like a ghost.

Palmer smiled at the woman.

The sound of gunfire rang out.

The alchemy warhead pierced through the headless corpse, then shot through the woman’s throat. The gun was pointed at the corpse’s back, and the woman never realized she’d been targeted.

She clutched her throat; the alchemy warhead did not shatter her cervical vertebra, sparing her life. But blood gushed out from the grim wound on her neck, in several tens of seconds she would faint from blood loss, and the throat injury also hindered her Secret Energy release.

Bologue struggled to move his steps; the frozen body was not so easily relieved. The werewolf noticed this too; a decision arose in his mind.

To keep fighting, or to retreat.

Not thinking too much, the werewolf decisively leaped towards the woman, embraced her, trying to carry her away, with his terrifying speed, neither Bologue nor Palmer could stop him.

"I advise you to stay away from her," Bologue said, his voice somewhat hoarse.

The werewolf completely ignored Bologue’s words. At this moment, Bologue raised his hand with interest, focusing his fingertips on the blood inside the woman.

Actually, he could have done this early on, but if he didn’t do it now, Bologue couldn’t catch the werewolf.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

The werewolf suddenly felt a pain in his chest, then, in his frightened eyes, the woman’s body shattered in his embrace.

As Bologue moved his fingers, a cluster of bright red blood exploded in the air, transforming into sharp blood blades.

The werewolf froze.

The bright red blood thorns dispersed like mist from the woman’s shattered corpse, entwining around the werewolf, tightly binding his movements. The sharp spikes cut through the werewolf’s thick fur, blood instantly gushed out.

The werewolf stared blankly at the approaching Bologue, roaring madly, struggling frantically, hoping to escape the thorn’s bind. Yet with every struggle, a new wound appeared on his body. Those deep scratches reminded one of a beast’s claws.

The details of the cuts were exceptionally vivid, as he struggled, the thorns left one deep cut after another, crimson blood slowly flowed out, staining the surrounding fur.

The werewolf’s eyes were filled with agony and despair; the wound spread and deepened, amplifying the sense of pain.

As Bologue slowly clenched his fist, the thorn’s bind grew stronger, the blood loss inside the werewolf accelerated, until finally, the thorns drilled under his skin, spreading to his heart.

"First question, where’s Morrison?"

Bologue lowered his head; he was exceptionally skilled in interrogation, the Face of Horror erupted, terrifying fear exploded in the werewolf’s mind.

"Second question, where’s the Plague of Decay?"

The King’s Secret Sword was just here to kill the Shadow King; they didn’t care about Oubos’s survival. Bologue was going to continue Church’s action, destroying all Plague of Decay.

"Bastard!"

The werewolf roared, wanting to rip Bologue apart, but now couldn’t move at all.

"Let me repeat."

Bologue plunged the resentment into the ground, shaping the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid in his hand into a Sheep Horn Hammer.

Palmer turned his head silently, knowing what would happen next.

...

In the narrow corridor, Bologue wiped the blood off his hand, he and Palmer moved quickly, one after another in the corridor.

Since he was promoted to Negative Power User, this was Bologue’s first time fighting with the same Tier enemy, which gave him a clear understanding of his own power.

Jessey’s transformation was troublesome; after werewolf transformation, his speed was too fast for the naked eye to catch, strong life force and power combined with mentally intimidating roar, few survived his hands, not to mention he had teammates to cooperate.

Unfortunately, he encountered Bologue.

Professionals do professional work; with simple design, Bologue caught Jessey, the rest was simple.

Unfortunately, Bologue couldn’t pry anything from Jessey’s mouth. Maybe he hit him too hard mentally; after a period of interrogation, Jessey unraveled the Secret Energy. Without werewolf transformation, he let blood flow dry in such severe injury, even Etherealization couldn’t save his life.