Endless Debt Chapter 1362 - 111: Sacrifice to the Martial Slaughter_3

"The duel is not over yet!"

The champion of blood roared, tearing apart the flesh bindings on him; saw blades like tentacles grasped the surface of fleshy tendrils, pulling him as he charged wildly toward Yidir.

As the flesh invaded the Golden Palace, penetrating the myriad celestial phenomena, they were leaving the Material Realm and striding toward the Ethereal Realm, with the ether concentration suddenly rising until it reached its peak.

The ethers were reveling, accompanying their every move, condensing in mid-air into golden rainstorms, dancing arcs of electricity, paving frosts...

Like the chaotic beginning of the world, even the slightest disturbance would trigger a series of anomalies.

The ether amplified both sides, and the terrifying slaughter erupted once more, only this time the duel’s arena turned into rapidly whirling tendrils, and the environment transformed completely into the Ethereal Realm with the emergence of the all-encompassing blazing white storm.

The Ethereal Realm, the familiar Ethereal Realm.

When the blazing white light shone upon Bologue, even he, filled with berserk rage, couldn’t help but pause for a moment, gazing at the beautiful storm.

Streams of blazing white air currents enveloped and surrounded... those were not some gaseous dust, but living souls; they had long perished, yet their echoes lingered within the Ethereal Realm, commemorated by the blazing white storm.

"Secret Source."

Bologue mumbled, his hazy consciousness sparked with many memories, and he said inexplicably, "Are you, like those shadow oils, merely another form... of the Devil?"

Fury overwhelmed reason, Bologue turned bloodthirsty, at the end of this fleshy train, Yidir’s figure had already fallen to the knees, his body unable to withstand the erosion of the tar; thus, the tendrils of the Beast of the Herd extended numerous hyphae, layer upon layer wrapping around him.

They seemed to grow together, yet not quite, but when Bologue charged forward again, the flesh burst segment by segment, propelling Bologue into the sky, followed by lethal bone spears piercing through the air, accurately striking Bologue.

This did not kill Bologue, but it was enough to repel him.

Tossed into that blazing white storm.

In mid-air, Bologue’s figure danced wildly, throwing out blade-lined cables, attempting to grab Yidir, but before the cables touched him, wisps of white dust shrouded Bologue, as he turned his head, the blazing white storm was close at hand.

Like being captured by the gravitational pull of the blazing white storm, Bologue’s body uncontrollably fell towards the Daylight Core, and this was not the first time Bologue encountered such a thing; he knew very well what would happen next.

His voice hoarse, he helplessly shouted, "Levi..."

Before Bologue could call out the Devil’s name, ghostly light condensed into ribbons before him.

The ribbons entangled Bologue, pulling him toward the core of daylight where, with some magic power, like a requiem, it soothed all the rage in Bologue’s heart.

The fury dissipated, and the blades retreated one by one into Bologue’s body, the Vengeful Saw Axe quieted down, returning everything to its origin.

Bologue’s eyes had never been more serene until the core of daylight completely covered his pupils, and thousands of ghostly souls soared past Bologue, or collided with him.

Two souls briefly overlapped and separated; Bologue saw the memories of one soul after another, their echoes unfolding before his eyes.

For a moment, Bologue seemed to pass through hundreds and thousands of cycles of reincarnation, in the overlapping memories, the self of Bologue Lazarus gradually blurred until he could no longer maintain it, and slowly closed his eyes.

Before the darkness completely descended, Bologue heard someone calling his name, she kept calling out.

"Bologue! Bologue! Bologue..."

The voice gradually faded, blurred... and then sounded again!

"Saqin!"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his back, sat upright, he appeared as if just awakened, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, after several seconds, he recovered, and a pain surged in his mind, prompting him to rub his head strongly.

"What’s the matter?"

A familiar voice sounded from beside, she gently caressed the man’s back, asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Seems... seems like it," the man said uncertainly, "I dreamt I was battling something, fighting fiercely."

"Haha, for a scholar, that really is a nightmare."

The woman chuckled softly, reached out to pull the man’s arm, trying to help him stand up.

"Wake up, Saqin, we must go."

"Saqin?"

The man paused for a moment, then asked, "You called me Saqin?"

"Oh... right," the man answered himself, as if waking from a big dream, "I am Saqin."

Seeing this, the woman furrowed her brow, suspecting Saqin truly fell into a torpor, she turned the man’s face, forcing him to look at her.

"Look at me, who am I?"

The man instinctively replied, "Suzi, you are Suzi."

Suzi asked again, "And what else?"

"Is... is my wife."

Suzi’s face blossomed into a gentle smile, she pinched Saqin’s face hard, making him clearer.

"Let’s go quickly, don’t keep our junior apprentice waiting too long," Suzi added, "Oh, no, now he should be called Wolfgang Gold."

The man shook his head and stood up, straightened his robes, adjusted the emblem representing his identity, "You know, Suzi, our junior apprentice doesn’t like the name Wolfgang Gold."

With a tinge of melancholy in his eyes, he continued, "He prefers the name he chose for himself."

"King Solomon."

Suzi’s smile solidified; she sighed helplessly and whispered in Saqin’s ear, "Saqin, he is your junior apprentice and the one you swore allegiance to, but he is definitely not your enemy."

The man said nothing, looked at the mirror on the side, gazing at his reflection, he always felt this was not his face... it indeed was his face, he was too immersed in the dream world.

"Do you think we’ll succeed today?" the man couldn’t help but ask, "There aren’t many containers left to use, if there are no results, the price we paid will be meaningless."

"I don’t know," Suzi shook her head, "You know how illusory artificial life is."

Suzi’s voice lowered, "We can build engines, forge its steel shell, ignite it with fuel and flame, but only life... we can create a perfect replica identical to humans, but we can never make it possess consciousness, possess a soul."

"True humans have no soul," the man’s voice turned severe, "Pure humans are soulless."

Suzi murmured, "Then what exactly should we do? How can we give life a motive to move forward?"

"What is artificial life missing?"

Faced with Suzi’s question, the man did not know how to answer, eventually, he could only gently embrace Suzi, stroking her already flattened belly.

Saqin promised, "He will surely come to life."