Endless Debt Chapter 1084 - 114: The Frenzy of Madness

Bologne’s bellowing cry, akin to a war trumpet, shattered the oppressive atmosphere, igniting echoes from countless others who joined his voice.

The Ether surged, and power began to flow unrestrained.

Even beneath the suffocating blanket of the Decline Plague, when a multitude of Condensers simultaneously invoked their abilities, unleashing reality-bending Secret Energy, the Ether concentration in the vicinity rapidly ascended.

Just as the mortal form undergoes sublimation under Ether’s might, the fundamental Material Realm itself warped, shifting towards higher dimensions with the increasing Ether density.

The inky clouds took on an ethereal quality, tendrils intertwining, heralding an impending tempest. Thunder muttered, and the wind whispered an unsettling tune, a chilling serenade that foretold a dire catastrophe.

A light emanated from Geoffrey’s eyes, his Tiger Eye gaze marking the commencement of the chaotic engagement.

Several lower-tier Condensers positioned too near Geoffrey were instantly immobilized by the sheer pressure of his Tiger Eye, standing frozen as if carved from stone. Without delay, the on-site personnel raised their weapons and opened fire, unleashing a barrage of Secret Energy.

Across the field, the King’s Secret Swords drew their blades as well, erecting an Ethereal Barrier to deflect the relentless volleys.

Within this profound darkness, all semblance of connection to the outside world vanished. Fueled by suspicion and animosity, their sole recourse was to eliminate their adversaries with brutal efficiency and lethal precision.

The skirmish teetered on the brink, and the extraordinary conflict was poised to erupt.

Lightning fractured the sky, momentarily illuminating the surroundings before the storm descended in full fury. The gale shrieked, carrying potent energy that wreaked havoc upon the physical world.

At intervals, bolts of electricity plunged from the heavens, striking the earth and detonating in a cascade of explosions. At other times, thunderous roars rolled across the land like avalanches, cleaving through mountain ranges and exposing the bare earth. Each moment delivered by the tempest seemed to distort time and space, bending the ground, dissolving structures, felling trees, and shaking the very foundations of the world.

Amidst the turbulent currents of air, Red Dog and Lebius remained rigidly still, exercising immense self-control as they observed one another. They were like two unsheathed swords, a taut crossbow string, awaiting the slightest provocation to ignite a frenzied battle.

Suddenly, a flicker of enjoyment crossed Red Dog’s features. They maintained a silent understanding amidst the pandemonium, their focus unwavering, while other combatants deliberately steered clear of their vicinity. An unmistakeable aura of lethality radiated from them, perceptible to all.

The sheer dominance of high-tier Condensers over their lower-tier counterparts was terrifying. Should they break their unspoken truce and unleash their power upon the lesser Condensers, a massacre of unimaginable brutality would ensue.

The current peace was merely a stalemate, a tense equilibrium of mutual restraint.

While the two titans confronted each other, both factions plunged into a close-quarters battle: Negative Power Users clashed with Negative Power Users, Prayer Believers engaged Prayer Believers, and streams of Ether intertwined in a chaotic dance.

On the madly raging battlefield, Aimou and Balder stood in support of Mamo, guarding the vicinity of the Iron Coffin.

Having expended all his Ether in an effort to counteract the Decline Plague's effects on the city, Mamo, a Seeker of Glory, was now virtually powerless in combat due to his advanced age.

These few individuals occupied the fringes of the melee, endeavoring to safeguard the Iron Coffin, the possession of which would undoubtedly determine the battle's ultimate outcome.

Lines of sharpened long spears encircled the Iron Coffin. Concurrently, additional metallic constructs materialized with a clanging resonance, robust armor spontaneously forming and adhering to Balder’s heavy protective gear, enhancing his formidable bulk.

Secret Energy·Furnace of Cast Iron.

This ability belonged to Balder’s Illusionary School Secret Power, granting him the capacity to forge diverse metallic illusory constructs and exercise a measure of control over them.

Aimou's tension escalated as she raised a uniquely shaped rifle in self-defense. This weapon, a parting gift from Bailisai, was rumored to be a new creation from the Sublimation Furnace Core, yet still in its experimental stages without prior combat validation.

The field staff consolidated into a defensive line, impeding the King’s Secret Swords. The fighting had not yet reached this point, but numerous among the King’s Secret Swords already sensed that their objective lay precisely here.

Within the frenzied melee, all combatants seemed consumed by an unbridled rage, paying no mind to Bologue's approach from the Sea of Mist.

Bologne, rarely suppressing his bloodlust, moved stealthily through the dense vapor, skirting the battlefield's edge and seeking advantageous moments to strike.

To navigate his return from the Great Rift, Bologue continuously hurled Phantom Daggers overhead, employing a preposterous technique akin to stepping on his own footing to evade the high-concentration Decline Plague zones.

Bologue, on the brink of utter annihilation from the corrosive embrace, managed a desperate escape. However, this came at the steep price of nearly exhausting his Ether. An overwhelming weariness, coupled with searing pain, ravaged his being. The peculiar craving born from Ether depletion left him utterly paralyzed.

His initial intention was to convey these urgent matters to Lebius with more subtlety. Yet, the pervasive reach of the Decline Plague had crippled all forms of communication, rendering even short-range whistles ineffective. The insidious toxin permeated his very being, and Bologue found himself uncertain of his remaining time. With no other recourse, he had to issue a blunt warning to all.

Following a brief period of recuperation, Bologue mustered a meager amount of strength. His gaze, frigid and sharp, swept across the desolate battlefield.