Endless Debt Chapter 1091 - 116: Wolf Spirit

With the Red Dog acting as a grim omen and the Immovable Sword conducting the dreadful symphony, the Defender unleashed their power without reservation. The mental shockwaves from the Void Spirit School assailed like relentless tides, overwhelming the bastion of reason.

The Heart-devouring Song, a predatory entity, latched onto minds, systematically gnawing away at each individual's sanity. As the pressure intensified to an unbearable degree, anguished cries of despair erupted from some quarters.

The immense pressure induced psychological dissociation and a profound distortion of perception, making individuals feel a disquieting separation and mingling of their mind and body, as though the entire reality around them had dissolved.

Logical thought became an insurmountable challenge, and the accurate perception of their surroundings became utterly impossible.

Rapidly, this mental distortion manifested into physical deformities. A majority of the First Stage Condensers, succumbing to this influence, experienced severe endocrine system disruptions, their stomachs churning violently before they vomited, pushing their physiological limits to the breaking point.

They were overcome with dizziness, their entire frames trembled uncontrollably, and their heartbeats quickened to alarming rates.

A growing cognitive dissonance began to take hold, rendering them incapable of distinguishing between reality and their imagination, as if trapped in a disorienting, hazy dream. This sensation easily plunged them into a state of panic and utter hopelessness, while self-doubt and unmerited blame festered within their hearts.

Soon, under the insidious effect of the Secret Energy, most lost all capacity for action, completely succumbing to the distortion and agony, finding no means of escape from their torment.

The First Stage Condensers found themselves utterly defenseless against the Red Dog's Secret Energy, while the Second Stage Prayer Believers could barely cling to consciousness. However, the dual torment of spirit and body made every single movement an arduous struggle.

Balder succumbed completely, collapsing to the ground. His already cumbersome Protective Clothing became an inescapable prison, and the meager strength he had left was insufficient for any meaningful action.

Aimou found herself on one knee. She had managed to revert to her Steel Body just in time, which significantly lessened the physical agony. Nevertheless, the mental assault continued to cloud her vision and disorient her senses, leaving her feeling as if inebriated, making even simple forward movement a daunting task.

With great difficulty, she managed to lift her head. In her field of vision, a multitude of red and blue afterimages flickered, as if her visual apparatus had malfunctioned.

Amidst the scattered debris, Bologue arduously pushed himself to a standing position. Although he lacked the protection afforded by Protection·Eternal Labor, his exceptionally strong willpower and his status as a Negative Power User served as his bulwark.

Bologue could, to a limited extent, resist the insidious influence of the Heart-devouring Song. The terrifying wails echoed relentlessly within Bologue's mind, attempting to awaken the darkest aspects of his inner self.

"The Void Spirit School... they appear to manipulate minds through song, infiltrating the very spirits of others..."

Bologue refused to surrender. While fighting against the immense pressure, he channeled his remaining lucidity to dissect the Red Dog's formidable power.

"It induces hallucinations, distorts perception, inflicts spiritual agony... and this torment is then mirrored onto the physical form..."

Bologue's breathing grew ragged. He perceived layers of ghastly hallucinations hurtling towards him with alarming speed, monstrous apparitions roaring and brandishing swords aimed directly at him. Instinctively, Bologue raised his blade to parry, only to meet empty air.

The very boundary between the tangible world and illusory phantoms began to dissolve.

Another nightmarish entity descended near Bologue, a spectral figure wielding a colossal blade poised to sever his head. This time, Bologue suppressed his primal instinct, recognizing the illusion for what it was and dismissing it as mere wraithlike trickery.

Nevertheless, a searing pain radiated along Bologue's neck, as if the phantom blade had indeed breached the illusory barrier and genuinely severed his head.

Bologue reached up to touch his neck, finding no physical injury whatsoever. Yet, the pain remained acutely real, accompanied by an icy sensation that burrowed into his very marrow, chilling Bologue to the bone.

What astonished Bologue even further was the realization that the Red Dog's potent influence extended beyond the Order Bureau's personnel, affecting the King's Secret Swords as well, none of whom seemed immune to its effects.

The entire battlefield reverberated with cries of anguish.

Lost in a miasma of madness, individuals abandoned all semblance of reason, flailing in despair as if driven by overpowering emotions and malevolent curses. Some, overwhelmed by extreme agony, resorted to self-mutilation in a desperate bid to escape their suffering.

Blades sliced through flesh, sending blood spraying in every direction, and the pungent aroma of gore permeated the air. Some openly shrieked their torment, while others endured in stoic defiance, burying indescribable suffering deep within their souls, until their final breaths faltered. The lingering aftermath felt like moans swallowed by the encroaching darkness, their wounded bodies convulsing, their eyes locking in shared terror, as if puppeteered by an unseen, sinister force.

Bologue collected himself. Instead of charging directly at the Red Dog, he swiftly moved towards the afflicted field personnel.

Leveraging his extensive background from the underworld, Bologue swiftly incapacitated the staff members who were in a frenzy of self-harm, preventing any further incidents of madness.

His Ether was expanded to its utmost limit as Bologue focused his senses towards the location of the King's Secret Swords. Even though a thick mist obscured their sight, the mournful cries could still be plainly heard.

Within Bologue's perception, the King's Secret Swords were actually in a state of retreat, attempting to extricate themselves from the very heart of the chaotic battlefield.

It was true, no matter how peculiar the Red Dog's Secret Energy manifested, it possessed a definite range for its release. As long as they could successfully evade this radius, safety would be within their grasp.

With this decisive thought in mind, Bologue's Ether plunged into the earth, causing a subtle tremor. The previously solid ground transformed into a yielding substance, with the very soil coiling upwards like rolling waves. It then enveloped the incapacitated staff members, drawing them along and conveying them to the furthest boundary of Bologue's Etheric reach.