Endless Debt Chapter 1360 - 111: Sacrifice for Martial Slaughter

Black tar enveloped Yidir’s remnant body, until it completely covered him, transforming into a black egg, while dark shadows shrouded it, as if Bologue swung a thunderbolt that split the heavens, descending from above.

The fierce slash stirred up a chain of impacts, the burst of air currents dispelled the pervasive blood mist and shattered the tar cocoon, revealing Yidir’s body, drained of color and turned pallid.

"I guess this is the essence of the Devil?"

Bologue tore apart the black egg, watching the endless tar trying to burrow into Yidir’s body.

The Devils have no specific form; they can be men, women, animals, or even more mysterious entities. Their advent is bizarre, with no absolute principle.

Scenes flashed back in Bologue’s mind, like key frames in a movie.

The Devils are slaves to power, yet also its will... a will commanding the essence of tar.

Yidir roared frantically, the shattered vessel could no longer contain such a large amount of tar. He grabbed the excess tar, bone blades were saturated and turned pitch black, like black lightning slashing towards Bologue.

Bologue swiftly dodged, Vengeful Saw Axe swung a massive semicircle, closely followed, the dual-edge blade tearing through everything in its path.

The battle within Gray Stone Rift continued, countless zombies and Night Race intermixed, like a legion charge, attempting to breach the Order Bureau’s defenses.

In the Abandoned Land, the massive Beast of the Herd further flattened the ruins of Raymond Gaudent, it was like a drunken berserker, its increasingly uncontrollable body crashed around the cliffs, its huge tentacle striking towards the Desperate Outpost, but was blocked by the interconnected Ethereal Barrier of the Sixth Group, all the cannon towers and giant crossbows continued firing, sworn to clear out the stockpile accumulated over the years.

Inside the Beast of the Herd, the ruined Golden Palace still burned, countless flesh and blood flung into the sea of fire, scorched into ashes, but as the light faded and the Beast of the Herd awakened, the expanding flesh bit by bit squeezed out the excess space, eventually devouring the Golden Palace was only a matter of time.

Inside the Golden Palace, the duel continued.

It was a battle between Demon Gods, their bodies torn apart and healed, fell then rose again, repeatedly striking each other, countered by each other’s blows countless times, every cell in their bodies screaming, every drop of blood boiling and burning.

Like a cruel cycle.

Yidir was about to lose his human form, resembling a grotesque mass of flesh, Bologue fared no better, old wounds not healed yet new ones piled on, more seriously, Bologue could feel an intense pain radiating from his wounds, followed by countless flesh buds bursting from his wounds.

They rooted inside Bologue like frantically proliferating seaweed, in turn devouring his flesh. Bologue tried to cut off this part of the flesh but couldn’t eradicate it completely.

In the high-intensity slaughter, Bologue was long fully infected by the Blood and Flesh Plague, until assimilated by Yidir.

Bologue coughed painfully, but this time he couldn’t even cough, a suffocating sensation emanated from his throat, the rapidly growing flesh buds parasitized his airway, compressing his throat, trying to burst out.

Devour!

Yidir pounced forward, his sharp claws shredded Bologue’s face, teeth tore off one of Bologue’s ears, nearly ripping off a whole patch of skin.

Vengeful Saw Axe feebly stabbed, having pierced Yidir’s heart, still it couldn’t kill him, indeed, no matter how sharp the blade, it couldn’t simultaneously destroy all the flesh, or suppress Yidir’s resurrection with death.

The rapidly growing flesh buds completely enveloped Bologue, the blood and flesh carpet proliferated, dark green veins connected, gradually it seemed Bologue was truly defeated, silent, leaving only the eerie sound of blood surging, along with more bizarre and indescribable noises, as if Bologue’s flesh and blood were being digested.

Yidir finally resolved this troublesome opponent, as he stepped over Bologue, reascending the spiral staircase, with each step Yidir gradually departed from the Material Realm, heading towards the Ethereal Realm.

Once he crossed the last step, Yidir looked up and saw the resplendent cosmic phenomenon created by King Solomon.

Even Yidir’s fervent will slightly faltered at this moment, after a brief pause, he continued forward, behind Yidir, beneath the spiral staircase also rose a wave of turmoil. Yidir paid it no heed, he knew who was coming.

Along the breach Yidir had carved, more flesh resisted the burning light, crossed the shattered crystal curtain walls, crawled into the Golden Palace.

From outside, within the transparent flesh of the Beast of the Herd, tentacles extended one after another, penetrating the barriers of scorching light, drilling into the Golden Palace, under Yidir’s guidance, they one by one crossed the spiral staircase, reached beneath the cosmic phenomenon, seeking King Solomon’s heritage.

"Solomon..."

The flesh lightly trembled, in the strange sounds seemed to speak that forbidden name.

Tentacles intertwined, forming a gigantic face, the visage not specific, as the flesh wriggled, its image rapidly changed, yet anyone witnessing this scene knew who it was.