Endless Debt Chapter 1066 - 108: Descent of the Death God (Part 2)

A peculiar thought surfaced in Bologue’s mind.

Within the watchful gaze of the Church’s Chronicler, Morrison bore the responsibility for containing the Decay Plague. Yet, when Bologue launched his assault, no Decay Plague was visible, only a heavily fortified creature of flesh.

Slowly hefting the Vengeful Saw Axe, Bologue contemplated if the Decay Plague was housed within this being. He then halted his swing.

If the Decay Plague indeed resided within its flesh, then cleaving through its body would inevitably unleash it. Bologue himself might survive, but a widespread outbreak of the Decay Plague would escalate into a terrifying Extraordinary Disaster.

Bologue lacked formal training and had no ready solution for this quandary. However, he was exceptionally skilled at managing troublesome situations and adept at adapting on the fly.

Faced with this accursed entity elsewhere, Bologue might have been at a loss. But here, within the Great Rift, with the Sea of Mist lying below, this was the world’s ultimate repository for discarded things.

He withdrew a Mang Silver Soul from his pocket, infusing it into his arm to replenish his Ether. Despite plundering a significant amount from Morrison, it was still insufficient for the extensive actions he planned.

Bologue’s objective was the complete annihilation of this location. He intended to manipulate the very terrain, casting this colossal flesh creature into the Abandoned Land to be consumed by the world’s inherent Calamity.

This war had already claimed too much blood; Bologue lacked the fortitude to devise any subsequent stratagems.

With his Ether restored, the luminescence of the Alchemy Matrix enveloped his form. Chains coiled around his waist, securing his hand axe and the Vengeful Bite. Bologue raised his arms, much like a conductor, lifting them slowly as if bearing the weight of the entire world.

The very structure began to thrum anew, reminiscent of colossal beings in motion. Deep below the surface, the rocks contracted with alarming speed, emitting deafening roars, as if the earth itself was undergoing the agony of being violently ripped apart.

In that profound moment, Bologue seemed to genuinely command the mountains to yield. Yet, he also bore an immense burden; orchestrating such large-scale geological manipulation nearly consumed his entire mental faculties.

Time stretched into an eternity, each passing second feeling like a year. The ground abruptly buckled, rocks fractured into countless fragments, and the entire world lurched precariously, enveloped in sheer chaos.

This was merely the genesis of the catastrophe. The flesh creature, sensing imminent peril, writhed its enormous body, emitting unearthly shrieks. However, it could not arrest the earth’s frenzied convulsions. It thrashed like a maddened bull, unleashing terrifying faults and fissures that split the ground wide open, leaving gigantic scars crisscrossing the landscape in mere seconds.

Bologue drew a deep breath. Just as he prepared to trigger the complete collapse of the land, an irresistible wave of Ether surged from beyond the layers of rubble.

Something was approaching. Bologue distinctly felt the ambient temperature surge around him. The blood pooling on the ground began to bubble and boil, its searing aura rapidly dissipating into the air.

A blinding crimson radiance erupted from the fissures within the ruins. The flames appeared to solidify, piercing through strata of rock. Solid stone began to liquefy, transforming into molten orange-red lava that shot upwards in an extraordinarily high fire column.

Bologue’s command was abruptly halted. A deathly killing intent, intertwined with intense heat, whistled towards him.

This wave of heat swiftly dispersed the surrounding cool air, creating a visual distortion of shimmering heat. The fire column continued its ascent, possessing an extraordinary temperature that made approach impossible. Even from a distance, one could feel the immense heat radiating from it.

Bologue tightened his grip on the Sword Axe. An unprecedented sense of danger surged within his heart.

He could clearly perceive the opponent's Ether intensity, which surpassed Bologue’s wildest estimations.

Seeker of Glory.

The scorching fire column climbed ever higher, its flames and air currents intertwining to form a colossal vortex of heat, radiating waves of warmth in every direction. The darkened expanse was utterly illuminated, filled within and without by an indescribable heat, as if the very God of Flames were dancing there.

Bologue retreated swiftly, evading the onslaught of the fiery flow.

Amidst the eruption of flames and the melting of the earth, the glowing rocks were squeezed together, fusing anew to form a series of consolidated strata.

The potent Ether warped reality itself. Under the interference of Extraordinary Power, the interactions and transfers between heat, electrons, atoms, and molecules induced phenomena that defied the very laws of existence.

The fire column plunged into the cold, unyielding rock, its extreme heat causing massive transformations. All minerals within burned into liquid substances, the entire rock mass seeming to evaporate, scattering scorching molten fire that landed on the ground, carving out pit after pit.

Bologue perceived that the imaginary cord, which he had once felt extending from his abdomen, had now solidified. It was continuously stretching, forging a connection to the imposing figure dressed in dark armor.

"Shadow King..."

The name escaped Bologue's lips as if in a daze. As if acknowledging Bologue's utterance, the Shadow King swept his flaming sword. The intense fire subsided slightly, unveiling a brilliant Fire Sword wreathed in licking flames.

The aura emanating from the Shadow King was vastly altered from their prior encounter. Although he wielded the might of a Seeker of Glory then, the numerous Soul Scars had nearly claimed his life, preventing him from unleashing his full strength. Yet, now, the Shadow King appeared restored to his former glory, demonstrating the full extent of a Seeker of Glory's power.