Endless Debt Chapter 1324 - 100: Wrathful Sanctuary

The sensation of Curved Path Shuttling is not pleasant, as if the body and consciousness are thrown into a washing machine, repeatedly colliding, blood and energy surging.

Bologue uncontrollably burst through a door as the chaotic vision became clear again, his steps faltering, but he timely stabbed out Resentful Bite, relying on the blade to stabilize his posture, while behind him, the opened door slammed shut at this moment.

Aimou’s Ether rose and dispersed, and at the moment when Curved Path Shuttling had just ended, Bologue was undoubtedly at his most vulnerable. Aimou summoned the Ether, creating ripples, warily probing the surrounding information.

"No ether response," Aimou reported.

"Okay."

At this moment, Bologue also recovered, rubbing his stomach forcefully, "I guess this time we traveled a long distance with Curved Path Shuttling, maybe from one end of Raymond Gaudent to the other."

"Why?"

"Because my reaction is quite intense."

As he spoke, Bologue covered his mouth, forcefully suppressing the churning of his stomach.

Although Curved Path Shuttling is convenient, it has its side effects, such as an almost 100% fatality rate if things go wrong, and frequent and long-distance Curved Path Shuttling would cause the body to experience strong negative states.

Like car sickness, Bologue was so dizzy he could hardly stand, imagining how far he had traveled.

"Now? Feeling better?"

Aimou eliminated part of the overlap, her hand appearing like a sudden mechanical arm, grabbing the potion at Bologue’s waist and directly jabbing it into his neck.

Bologue’s consciousness immediately cleared up, even with a certain degree of excitement, his heart pounding violently, his whole body heating up.

"What did you inject me with?"

"A potion to help you stay alert."

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

Speaking of which, besides the Mang Silver Soul supplementing Ether, all the other potions carried were prepared by Aimou, and Bologue was unaware of what she had brought.

"You’re the Undead, perfect for being injected with various potions before a battle," Aimou analyzed, "Even if you overdose on drugs, you can still stand up."

"So you’re taking advantage of me being the Undead to mess around?"

"That’s called maximizing benefit."

Bologue sighed, kicking the empty syringe on the ground, which bore no markings, looking like a three-no’s potion.

"Did you refine this yourself?" Bologue continued asking, as such a situation without any markings definitely did not conform to the regulations of the Order Bureau.

"Of course."

"Why do I feel like I’m being a guinea pig for you?"

Complaining while observing his surroundings, Bologue seemed to finally have some luck after continuous misfortune, seemingly breaking into an attic surrounded by familiar crystal walls. This time, they were no longer transparent and pure, but filled with cracks, with some parts completely shattered, with hot breezes blowing into the room from the gaps.

Above Bologue was the familiar sharp dome, and below the dome were rows of bookshelves, most of which had collapsed, dusty books scattered everywhere.

"Is this King Solomon’s Holy Scripture Room?" Bologue asked.

Legend has it that within the Holy City of Remongedon, there is a secret room filled with books containing forbidden knowledge, each one capable of inciting worldly conflict upon its release. Among them is a book of greater nobility and sanctity.

It is said that it is a scripture personally compiled by King Solomon, containing knowledge beyond the current era.

What exactly is written in the scriptures, later generations have made many guesses, but what is more convincing is that it likely records the path to becoming the Crowned.

"Holy Scripture Room? How is it possible," Aimou eliminated the overlap, scanning the surroundings, "Whether during the Fall of the Holy City or subsequent exploration, the Order Bureau could not find the existence of the Holy Scripture Room, how could we encounter it so easily."

Picking up a book, Aimou wiped away the dust on it, "However, everyone speculates that the Holy Scripture Room is at the core of Raymond Gaudent."

"The core of Raymond Gaudent, King Solomon’s palace." Bologue knew that so-called core, then softly spoke its name.

"Golden Palace."

It is said to be a palace made of gold, with King Solomon’s throne within it, and the mysterious Holy Scripture Room beneath the throne.

During the Fall of the Holy City, soldiers broke through high walls, rushed into Raymond Gaudent, and even surrounded the Golden Palace. Facing innumerable enemies, King Solomon eventually died on his throne.

Sulfur and fire.

In his dying moments, King Solomon cursed everyone, releasing blinding light that turned everyone within its range into pillars of salt, continually burning, even to this day.

Since then, the Golden Palace has been surrounded by blinding light. To resist the wanton flame, the Order Bureau placed Calamity over the palace, using the infinite regenerating flesh and blood of Calamity to consume the unending rage of the blinding light.

Recalling these, Bologue felt the pressure anew. The fading of blinding light, this terrible dead end had a glimmer of hope. Hence, Bologue’s ultimate destination was the Golden Palace, perhaps his only chance to explore it.

"This should just be an ordinary library," Aimou raised the book in her hand, "These are basic books, possibly a place for apprentices to study."

Bologue didn’t give up, shuttling between rows of bookshelves, wiping away thick dust, reading the titles of the books.