Endless Debt Chapter 1373 - 114: Time for Revenge (Part 4)

Beelzebub seemed to have seen this staff somewhere before, and her emotions rarely became tense. She raised her hand to try to unveil the mask and see King Solomon’s face, but before she could touch the mask, Beelzebub unexpectedly heard a faint moan filled with pain.

King Solomon is not dead?

The thought rose in Beelzebub’s mind, and without hesitation, she tore off the dust-covered mask. Instantly, an unbearably harsh scream erupted from King Solomon’s body.

The extreme wail even affected Beelzebub; she just felt her head go dizzy, as if countless Evil Spirits were roaring and howling.

Amidst the unrestrained mourning, King Solomon released all the suffering he had endured over the years. In the next moment, endless light burst forth from his remains. Before Beelzebub could see his true visage, the light enveloped the throne beneath, the platform, and Beelzebub herself into a rapidly expanding fiery sun.

In the heavens, the broken celestial bodies tangled with each other and eventually crashed together, merging and collapsing to form a black hole that even light could not illuminate.

Black hole.

That bottomless Abyss-like existence, the giant beast black as night, devours everything.

Around it, matter is mercilessly pulled by gravitational force, falling inward, following an irreversible path into the black hole’s event horizon. The Golden Palace collapses section by section, and the engulfing flesh cannot escape.

Gravity, like an invisible giant hand, tightly grasps them and pulls them ever more violently. The matter accelerates, gradually moving from its rotating orbit closer to the center of the black hole, until it falls into its inexorable fate.

Reach the event horizon.

The skyrocketing gravitational force reached an unimaginable level, whether it was the crystal curtain wall or the Calamity flesh, they were subjected to strong compression, squeezed into tightly packed blocks of matter.

At this moment, even the undead flesh was destroyed from its most basic molecular structure. In the gravitational collapse, the density of matter constantly increased, almost reaching infinity.

The distortion easily spread to the throne above, Beelzebub collapsed into a pool of tar, and Solomon’s remains were torn apart in an instant. As for his true visage, it was completely hidden in the shadows of history.

King Solomon’s revenge was not yet over.

First came the fully collapsed Golden Palace, and then the black hole’s influence crossed the boundary, reaching the Material Realm to erupt within the Beast of the Herd’s body.

Simultaneously, in the Abandoned Land, the glint of fire in Holt’s eyes grew stronger. He hesitated for a moment, initially thinking he was mistaken, that he was seeing a hallucination on the brink of death, but the fire only grew more intense, like an impending eruption of magma, tearing through the flesh completely.

Countless tentacles burned off, sending flying ashes and tongues of flames soaring into the sky, as a Fire Meteor pierced through the Beast of the Herd’s flesh by brute force.

Broke through.

Bologue forcefully swung out dozens of Silver Hands, grappling to the cliffs in all directions, forcibly slowing and redirecting Bologue’s course.

The glow of Ether reached its peak, and Bologue’s power soared to an unprecedented level. All the Ether was injected into the Crystal Core, igniting a blaze of fire that rose a million feet high.

With a vigorous swing of his arm, the flames whirled like the wings of a firebird spreading in full flight.

This was likely Bologue’s most powerful strike with the brilliance of light since leaving the Ethereal Realm. Yet faced with the all-encompassing crimson blood curtain, Bologue’s steadfast heart momentarily wavered, for it was, after all, the Beast of the Herd, a Calamity of this world.

But this was no reason to stop swinging the sword.

Bologue roared aloud, feeling the Blade in his hand heavier than ever, as if he were wielding the entire world. But then, the weight of the hilt suddenly lightened, as if another person had joined Bologue in gripping the Blade, swinging it toward death.

At the same time, another Ether reaction rose from within Bologue, as Aimou unleashed all her Ether without reservation.

Individual strength might not be able to defeat a mighty enemy, but one must know, Bologue is never alone.

Reach the peak, break through the limits.

Extreme Realm·Ethereal Amplification.

Bologue swung a vast fiery wind, rapidly expanding forward, and wherever it went in the vast space, it was filled with scorching brilliance, like an endless storm, turning all the detestable flesh into ash like fallen snow.

Lightblaze once more burned on the Beast of the Herd’s body, the sea of flames swiftly devouring it, incinerating it completely in an instant, like a blazing great log, with soaring firelight roaring straight up to the Great Rift.

Bologue gazed at the towering pillar of flames, as his last bit of Ether and strength were exhausted, and he fell uncontrollably towards the ashes on the ground.

This was the limit of what Bologue could do. For what follows, he could only pin hope on Leviathan’s words, the revenge of King Solomon.

Bologue saw.

The massive burning body rapidly twisted, the matter within the black hole collapsing more intensely, and the density grew larger under extreme conditions, surpassing conventional physical laws.

Compression, collapse, and destruction.

Space seemed to be pierced through, and in the deep darkness, the matter being pulled around formed curved trajectories like a giant rotating vortex.

The Beast of the Herd’s over hundred-million-ton bloated body deformed inwardly, its mountainous bones and flesh were easily torn apart until they collapsed into a small singularity.

The maze completely collapsed, and the overlap of the Material Realm and Ethereal Realm began to separate.

Before the catastrophic explosion arrived, the singularity of disaster was exiled into the Ethereal Realm, and then the last connection between the Ethereal Realm and the Material Realm was completely severed.

No booming explosion, nor resplendent streams of light, just an indescribable eerie sound, and then everything vanished.

Bologue fell into a mountain of ash, without rest, he immediately got up, trying to find the Beast of the Herd’s tracks, but apart from the sprawling ruins, nothing was left here.