Endless Debt Chapter 1082 - 113: Chaotic Battle (Part 2)

Approaching the man, Bologue initially intended to bring his suffering to an end. However, he felt an inexplicable pull emanating from Bologue.

An ability known as Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing was activated.

Bologue then utilized his final reserves of Ether to recover his own depleted state. With a swift sword strike, he severed the man's head amidst his agonizing cries, finally releasing him from his torment.

With a heavy heart, Bologue recognized the urgent need to depart the area swiftly. He knew that if he succumbed here, the insidious Decay Plague would relentlessly consume his flesh, indefinitely postponing any possibility of resurrection.

It was imperative for Bologue to extract the intelligence regarding the First Seat from this perilous death trap before the situation became irrevocably dire.

"Hang on a little longer, I'm coming to help," Bologue urged, his voice strained.

As he spoke, Bologue retrieved the Phantom Dagger. Its blade, already marred by numerous nicks and cracks from countless brutal battles, was on the verge of shattering.

He then summoned the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, applying it in a shimmering layer over the dagger's edge. This served as a protective coating, enhancing its ability to withstand the encroaching Decay Plague for a short duration.

The intricate pattern of the Alchemy Matrix began to glow, spreading along Bologue's arm. Gathering all his might, and amplified by Ethereal Amplification, he hurled the Phantom Dagger with tremendous force. A torrent of Ether followed the weapon, forming a tangible chain that was rapidly engulfed by the pervasive Decay Plague.

His form contorted and shifted, rapidly ascending through the swirling mist.

...

A sudden reversal of wind direction, accompanied by a fierce roaring noise, signaled Palmer's struggle as he clawed his way out of a collapsing crevice. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

"Oh my god... holy crap..."

Palmer stammered, his voice trembling as he exclaimed.

Adhering to Bologue's precise instructions after dispatching Morrison, Palmer had immediately set out to escape. However, he hadn't journeyed far before a heart-stopping wave of energy erupted from the depths of the earth.

Palmer, long accustomed to misfortune, reacted with ingrained caution and instinctive alertness. He immediately intensified his efforts to flee, only to be battered by successive waves of terrifying shockwaves and the virulent outbreak of the Decay Plague.

In that harrowing moment, Palmer genuinely felt the chilling presence of the Death God, so close he could practically hear its raspy, desiccated breath.

Unleashing the full power of Secret Energy·Furious Wind Pardon, Palmer summoned a mighty gale, propelling him straight towards the end of the rift. Despite his incredible speed, he found himself outpaced by the relentless advance of the Decay Plague.

With a pained cry, Palmer rolled over, his eyes widening in horror as he beheld the entirety of the skin on his left arm completely rotted away, saturated with blood.

He realized with dawning terror that the deadly torrent, a breath of death mingled with the Decay Plague, had grazed his arm. Miraculously, he had managed to quickly channel the power of Ether, arresting the plague's further corrosive encroachment.

Just as Palmer descended into a chasm of despair, believing his fate sealed, a sudden realization struck him.

The Decay Plague spread through gaseous means, and Palmer possessed the inherent ability to control gales. Although some Ether was inevitably consumed by the plague, Palmer could still generate localized gusts to disperse the toxic miasma.

Employing this series of desperate measures, Palmer crawled and tumbled, desperately fighting his way out of the Great Rift and onto the surface above. Here, the concentration of the Decay Plague was less severe, posing no immediate lethal threat.

Still feeling the searing pain coursing through his body, Palmer scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for any sign of others. However, enveloped by the pervasive grey haze mist, the world within Palmer's vision had dissolved into complete darkness, obscuring any glimmer of light.

He lamented his status as merely a Prayer Believer. If only his power were greater, he mused, perhaps he could have summoned a mighty storm to scour away the suffocating dust.

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Even when confronted with the rampant outburst of the grey haze mist, Red Dog maintained his usual air of disdain. He slowly raised a hand, feeling an unnerving chill envelop his entire body.

The surrounding environment darkened precipitously, visibility rapidly diminishing until the distant scenery became utterly indistinguishable.

Within the encroaching darkness, a palpable anxiety gripped the hearts of many. It was impossible to ascertain their safety beneath such an oppressive sky.

Suddenly, sounds of howling and piercing screams echoed from within the fog. These unsettling noises seemed unnaturally strange and difficult to comprehend, akin to the lamentations of tormented souls from the depths of Hell, causing a profound unease and naturally tightening their expressions.

The inability to see ahead, the muffled sounds of the surroundings, and even the absence of one's own breath created a disorienting void.

A dull fog, mingling with a coppery scent of blood, expanded outwards, insinuating itself into people's minds. Fear coiled deep within their souls, manifesting as a sudden, dull ache with each labored breath.

Abruptly, as if a fleeting apparition, a figure materialized within the mist. This entity, however, radiated an aura of profound strangeness and terrifying power, striking horror into the onlookers, as if they had stumbled upon something malevolent. Then, in the very next instant, the figure vanished as if it had never existed.

Gazing towards the other side of the oppressive darkness, a faint, ethereal green light began to emerge, radiating an unmistakable life force.

With Lebius, Geoffrey, and the others, as well as Aimou and Balder bearing the Iron Coffin, Mamo's eyes began to swirl with the brilliant light of Ether. Behind him, a phantom grand tree materialized, its branches and leaves expanding with unrestrained vigor, seemingly propping up the desolate, grey world.

As a surge of grey mist erupted, Mamo unleashed his Secret Energy. The formidable power of the ancient Seeker of Glory manifested instantaneously. Illusionary trees became entwined, rapidly transforming into colossal, towering giants in the span of a mere blink.

The onlookers were filled with awe at the sheer magnitude of this displayed power.

Within this realm saturated with decay and the omnipresence of death, the roots of the gigantic tree delved deeply into the grim earth. From these roots, strange branches and leaves sprouted forth in abundance.