Endless Debt Chapter 1479 - 56: No Turning Back

Everyone on the battlefield was shocked by Bologue’s atrocities, or perhaps, they had never imagined that someone would have such a mad idea, and he really had the ability to accomplish these things.

Taking advantage of the moment when a few people were shocked, Palmer seized this instant, the air currents gathered under his feet, and he shot up into the sky like a projectile.

A few Condensers involved in the encirclement tried to pursue Palmer, but they didn’t have the ability to fly, let alone ignore the terrain to chase him, they could only futilely pull the trigger, letting bullets brush past Palmer.

Only that Void Spirit School Condenser, relying on the advantage of Secret Energy, continuously launched mental assaults on Palmer, intense pain spread through his nerves, making Palmer feel dizzy, his eyes bloodshot and dry.

Despite his state being somewhat poor, Palmer successfully broke out of the encirclement, and as the Dome collapsed, Palmer sniffed the scent of fresh air through the scar of a hideous fissure.

An inexplicable sense of freedom sprouted from the bottom of Palmer’s heart, and the Clark family members were naturally in love with freedom, loved that absolute openness, anything that hindered or imprisoned them would make them feel uneasy and angry.

No matter how vast this underground world was, to Palmer, it was just a slightly bigger cage.

"Oh wind, you are free now."

Palmer gazed affectionately at the sliver of sunlight, stretched out his hands with all his might, and called.

A mass of Ether converged towards Palmer, driven by Secret Energy and the influence of the external environment, Palmer attempted to trigger a large-scale reality distortion, normally, Palmer would be the protagonist on the battlefield, but right now, there were two other monsters locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Their momentum was so immense, it directly overshadowed Palmer’s Ether response.

Witnessing Bologue’s atrocities, the Seeker of Glory screamed hysterically, the Ancestral Council went to great lengths to dispatch numerous High Tier Condensers, and had controlled the Order Bureau’s group before the battle broke out, all to avoid fighting on their own land.

If Condensers couldn’t kill each other in a short time, the repercussions of the battle would be enough to topple each High Tower, setting everything ablaze, burning the ground.

Under this Celestial God-like power, destruction was the only path for everything.

Under mad Illusion Creation, countless metals like vapor condensing high in the sky, precipitated into existence, forming clouds, and then inclined at high speed.

For a moment, Bologue seemed to be targeted by thousands of arrows, with no room to evade, he could only endure this blow, and he also maintained a posture of high Command, tearing at the earth overhead.

Fortunately, multitasking wasn’t too hard for Bologue, at least it’s enough to handle the current situation.

The serpentine horde stopped their assault on the Seeker of Glory, the rough duel between the commanded entities had minimal effect on the Seeker of Glory, the serpentine horde turned around to encircle Bologue, using their bodies as shields against the flying arrows.

The continuous clash of impacts, the bodies of serpents breaking then reforming, scattered sparks erupted continuously, and the air was tinged with a hint of burnt acrid smell.

Bologue was somewhat puzzled, as the Seeker of Glory’s strength seemed too weak with such aggression, and then Bologue noticed that these arrows’ primary target was not himself, but the Seeker of Glory.

They were created through Illusion Creation, speeding towards him, from beginning to end, these metals aimed at the Seeker of Glory, Bologue just happened to be on their flight path.

Only tons of steel adhered to the Seeker of Glory’s body, within seconds, Bologue could no longer see his humanoid outline, there was only an iron sphere bristling with sharp spikes.

The steel proliferated, like onions, countless jagged steel stacked up, layer upon layer enveloping him, growing wildly.

Forging an awe-inspiring iron giant.

Bologue’s pupils shrank, staring in disbelief at this scene, in the span of a few breaths, a hundred-meter-tall iron giant stood before him.

The shapes of steel varied, some sharp, some coarse, some twisted, they combined together, becoming armor, muscles, bones... every piece of steel was part of his body, just like every tree in the forest was part of the earth.

Forged from thousands of steels.

Bologue was stunned for several seconds, then showed a look of ecstasy.

"Now that’s more like it."

He shouted, raising his hands high, his fingers making a clenching motion, as if to grasp the trembling shattered earth overhead, commanding it to fall like a meteor, crushing this giant as if it were a mountain.

The iron giant also let out a distant, booming roar, the sound was so loud that it formed transparent ripples, sweeping through the underground world like shock waves.

The closed doors trembled violently, fragile glass windows shattered with noise, dust and debris flew, and every mortal caught in this slaughter could only futilely cover their ears, continuously praying and praying.

Bologue saw it.

The iron giant made a sword wielding motion with both hands, and in the empty space between its hands, immense Ether condensed and materialized, under the influence of the Alchemy Matrix, further distorting reality.

Subsequently, countless iron substances were refined, they assembled together, forming a rough sword embryo, Ether’s brilliance ignited fireworks, they spiraled, collided, and burned on the Sword Body, as if performing a grand dance.