Endless Debt Chapter 1099 - 118: Blood-soaked Deathmatch (Part 3)

"Continue!"

The roar echoed, and suddenly Bologue burst towards the First Seat's assault, narrowly escaping death alongside Lebius. Only droplets of blood now fell to the ground, the grim atmosphere lingering.

The Great Scythe gleamed with a crimson light, hoisted high as Bologue's entire left arm was severed by its edge. Casting aside a biting resentment, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid morphed into a Silver Hand. It seized the blade, launching a counterattack against the First Seat.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid acted as an extension of Bologue's own being; as long as he drew breath, severed limbs were a minor inconvenience.

Ether's glow illuminated Bologue's eyes, yet within them lay a peculiar, abyssal depth—fierce and profound. His heart churned with self-ignited fury, his teeth bared in a sharp grimace as a piercing screech tore through the mist.

The First Seat grew tired of this futile carnage. The white fog aggressively corroded Bologue's form, his flesh decaying with alarming speed. Then, an unseen strike landed. Bologue's head felt suddenly light before it was brutally severed.

Stepping over Bologue's fallen body, the First Seat paid them no mind. His sole focus was Xilin's form, much like a Death God relentlessly pursuing an inevitable fate.

A sharp pain flared at his ankle, accompanied by the guttural roar of an engine and the grinding clash of serrated blades. The First Seat looked down to find the Vengeful Saw Axe embedded in his armor, savagely gnawing at his flesh.

Bologue’s form plummeted to the ground. The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid retrieved his detached head, forcing it back onto the bleeding stump of his neck.

The Undying Body initiated the healing of Bologue's wounds. Simultaneously, the Furious Death Battle instigated by the Vengeful Saw Axe prevented Bologue from succumbing to true death. The interplay between these two forces trapped Bologue in an unending combat cycle.

As blood seeped into the axe, the Vengeful Saw Axe pulsed with renewed life. The First Seat's blood served as potent fuel, igniting its power into an even more ferocious state.

The Vengeful Saw Axe expanded, its gaze falling upon the blood particles speckling its worn steel surface. A violent energy surged from within, like a feral Evil Spirit awakened. The axe blade quivered, seemingly poised to consume all life in its vicinity.

The Silver Hand stretched out completely, snatching one sword blade after another and launching them towards the First Seat. The Great Scythe swung with languid grace; even Bologue's seemingly fatal strikes appeared inconsequential before the First Seat.

A single, powerful kick sent Bologue flying backwards. His chest caved in, and he tumbled across the ground. However, the axe blade soon struck the earth, carving a deep gash that stabilized Bologue's momentum.

Bologue slowly raised his head, his eyes blazing with a crimson fury. The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid swiftly retrieved his severed arm, reattaching it to the stump. Metallic threads burrowed beneath the flesh, forcibly stitching the limb back in place.

A deep, bloodthirsty growl rumbled from Bologue's throat. The blood coating the axe blade coalesced into a simmering crimson mass, as if performing a potent ritual.

In a hazy state, Bologue perceived a voice, one that seemed to approve of his actions.

As the Sovereign of slaughter, death battles, and blood, it acknowledged Bologue's fierce courage and rage in wielding the axe against a superior adversary.

The Vengeful Saw Axe felt as if fused to Bologue's palm. He became wild and bloodthirsty, drawing in the blood-infused air around him.

Rage fully reignited, the ripples of his killing intent conveyed immense peril to those nearby, as though an malevolent entity had awakened within Bologue.

"An Undead?"

The First Seat also perceived Bologue's unusual nature, a hint of envy flickering across his features.

Bologue let out a low growl. The arc light of the Alchemy Matrix abruptly materialized on his form. The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid reshaped into Iron Spears, launching with lethal speed towards the First Seat. As they shot forward, the Red Mercury ignited, transforming into cascades of flame that brilliantly illuminated the surroundings.

Beyond the Undying Body, the First Seat observed other anomalies. Bologue's Secret Energy, for instance, inexplicably evoked a sense of familiarity in the First Seat, as though he had encountered a similar ability previously.

The First Seat did not dwell on these thoughts. He had already squandered too much precious time on Bologue; he could afford no further delay.

Whipping his body around, Bologue only registered the rush of wind, followed by the continuous surge of the surrounding mist. The First Seat had vanished from his sight. Bologue could only faintly sense residual Ether, indicating the direction of Aimou and Geoffrey's escape.

The outcome Bologue had most dreaded had indeed transpired. In the face of a Seeker of Glory, his attempt at interception seemed utterly futile. If the First Seat was determined to depart, no one could prevent his exit.