Endless Debt Chapter 1496 - 61: Root Out Evil (Part 4)

The ether surged wildly. Once in an advantageous position, the Negative Power User intensified the assault on Bologue’s mind. Although he wasn’t skilled at imagination or cognitive modification, he excelled at inflicting intense pain on the nerves and senses until the target fell unconscious and lost control.

Bologue’s breathing grew heavy, and he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain as if cut by swords. His blood-forged armor shattered under the onslaught of thunder, ice, and frost, only to be mended and repaired again.

Not far away, the deck suddenly cracked. Several members of the Night Race from the Augmentation School enhanced their physical abilities and charged quickly towards Bologue, their swords and knives radiating a chilling gleam.

They grew closer and closer to Bologue, the fervor and joy of impending victory becoming ever clearer, almost roaring out from their pores.

Bologue swung the Resentful Bite, the chains arcing in a lethal curve. The Night Race members were well prepared, their speed suddenly increasing as they dodged the attack with blurred afterimages, though one of them couldn’t evade and was cut in half by the Resentful Bite.

Yet even then, the Night Race member did not die immediately. With his remaining strength, he threw the long knife in his hand, sending it flying towards Bologue’s forehead.

At that moment, psychic shocks, elemental powers, and the nearby members of the Night Race seemed like poisoned daggers closing in on Bologue’s heart and throat, a thought unavoidably rising in all their minds.

Victory.

Even if they were facing a Defender, with a clever enough strategy and the right timing, even a Defender could be slain by a Low Tier Condenser. Such things had happened countless times in the Extraordinary World.

In the overflow of frenzied joy, a pair of cold, indifferent eyes swept across, like cold winds in winter, extinguishing and cooling everything.

Cold blades and swords were raised high, intending to sever Bologue’s head, yet they froze in mid-air just as they neared him. No matter how much force they exerted, they couldn’t descend even an inch.

What’s happening?

The Night Race members were puzzled, attempting to attack differently, but soon they realized they had lost control over their own bodies, unable to move.

"Ah...Ah..."

A piercing pain abruptly emanated from their hearts. When they tried to speak, their throats felt blocked, only emitting broken, whimpering sounds.

With difficulty, they moved their eyeballs to glance down, finally realizing thin, almost undetectable crimson threads had somehow pierced their bodies. Upon carefully sensing the surrounding ether reaction, countless threads of ether unfolded before their eyes.

This was Bologue’s feigned weakness, a trap to ensnare them all at once.

Bologue shattered the frosty bindings, pulling on the blood-condensed threads. Like thousands of slender blades, a gentle twist caused the Night Race members’ bodies to collapse and disintegrate before Bologue, scattering and withering like shredded meat.

The Resentful Bite and the Vengeful Saw Axe swung horizontally and vertically, further extinguishing their vitality. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering in all directions, before suddenly freezing mid-air, and then, like time reversal, surged back to Bologue’s side, unfurling into crimson wings.

Those were not wings, but layers of blood spears standing behind Bologue.

For the first time, Bologue felt that two hands were not enough to wield his weapons. Thus, remnant blood combined to form a pair of extending arms, reaching out from Bologue’s shoulders, grabbing one blood spear after another and hurling them towards the Night Race members of the Illusion Creation School in the distance.

Each strike was as swift as thunder, heavy as a falling stone.

The brittle deck shattered under the impact of the blood spears, steel easily penetrated. Upon hitting their targets, the blood spears shattered like crystalline glass, their sharp fragments causing secondary harm to the surrounding enemies.

In an instant, the Night Race formation was easily scattered. The four-armed blood-armored monster leaped over, the sword axe brutally tearing their bodies, leaving only echoes of wailing around.

Bologue turned to try and attack the Negative Power User’s location, but at that moment, the Seeker of Glory’s might descended from the sky, the Iron Armor and aurora encircled Seeker of Glory arriving.

"Finally caught up with you!"

The Seeker of Glory shouted, lifting a heavy great sword and striking down. Bologue, far from being angry, was pleased, the bloodthirsty fervor already saturating his blood, and he cross-blocked with the sword axe.

After a muffled explosion, the deck beneath collapsed completely. Both fell into the depths of the ship’s cabin, with faint thunder rumbling inside. After the blinding brilliance, the ship was twisted and disassembled by the mighty force, collapsing entirely into a field of wreckage, standing like the corpse of a giant whale.

Amidst the rising dust, the duelists confronted each other, eager to fight.