Endless Debt Chapter 1497 - 62: Burning Through the High Tower

The sacred ether gathered here wholly, radiating brilliance, leaving shadows nowhere to hide.

Seeker of Glory, Defender, Negative Power User, various ether reactions raced upward, calling for power in this underground depth, accumulating here until reality was crushed.

"Face your doom!"

Seeker of Glory expressed his wrath; Bologue had brought too much disgrace upon him. He would absolutely not allow Bologue to keep fleeing, bringing heavier damage to the Land of Secrets.

Bologue responded with manic laughter. In face of the metal manifesting from thin air like raindrops, he surprisingly did not resist, instead opting to command the surrounding rocks.

"You lunatic!"

Almost at the very instant the rocks erupted with cracks, Seeker of Glory understood Bologue’s intent. This bastard was relying on fighting on home turf for the All Secrets Order, completely indifferent to the damage caused here.

"Hahaha!"

Bologue offered utmost mockery. From the moment he first sighted a member of the Night Race here, the nature of the entire operation had changed.

This was not merely an internal war or rebellion, but a war to suppress the Night Race’s rise. According to the Order Bureau’s regulations, Bologue would be granted supreme authority, neither requiring prior notification nor anyone’s permission. Bologue could unleash endless slaughter until he deemed the threat of the Night Race resolved.

As for the aftermath... Regardless of whatever reports Bologue needed to make or whatever strict scrutiny he had to face, Bologue did not mind. Anyway, by that time, these people would be all dead.

"Go all out, Bologue!"

A shout came from not far away; it was Palmer. He had evacuated the other Imperfect from the cabin and pushed them into Olivia’s shadow, though it was uncertain how much longer Olivia could hold on.

Now, another condition binding Bologue was removed, and a strong desire for destruction arose from the depths of Bologue’s heart, without any concealment, gaining full release.

"Try it out! Will you kill me first, or will I destroy this first!"

Bologue’s sharp tone pierced into Seeker of Glory’s heart like a dagger.

"Bastard!"

Iron Armor enveloped Seeker of Glory, his eyes bloodshot, furious beyond measure.

Striding forward, his ether and field completely enveloped and merged with Bologue.

In an instant, dozens of iron swords suddenly appeared, stabbing at Bologue from all directions, yet Bologue remained unmoving, standing there as if ready to be slaughtered.

But just as the blade was about to slash Bologue’s throat, his surging blood burst forth, spilling crimson blood blades, precisely hitting each attacking iron sword.

The shrill clangs echoed continually, metal shattering, and the blood transformed into fine blood mist.

Bologue stood untouched in place, a manic smile persistently hung on his face, while Seeker of Glory pressed forward relentlessly. Neither wielded their blades, yet under each other’s command and illusion creation, an intense sword fight clashed around them ceaselessly.

Every second conjured hundreds of iron swords, swinging at Bologue from various acute angles, similarly, in every instant, fragmented blood mist reshaped, infused with ether, forming blood blades that could curve and extend arbitrarily, colliding with, and separating from, iron swords.

Blood enveloped in lingering mist, intense sparks flickering non-stop.

This was a deadly yet graceful duel, neither backed down a step, instead drawing closer, compressing each other’s last remaining buffer space, escalating their intense sword fight to its peak.

Palmer watched from afar, unshaken by the bravery and challenge inherent in the duel, merely feeling they were a bunch of maniacs who had lost their minds.

Rather than a sword fight, it was a contest of mastery over secret energy and ether, resembling a flaunt of prowess, declaring their own strength.

Clear and piercing metal sounds resonated endlessly, weaving into a deafening melody. Bologue and Seeker of Glory orchestrated their orchestras until a thread of discordant, abrupt shriek appeared.

Bologue heard it; he knew, Seeker of Glory heard it too.

Like the sound of a snapping string, the sound wasn’t loud but amidst this sword symphony, it was so clear as to transcend dimensions, reflecting upon Seeker of Glory himself.

On the layered scale armor, a shallow scratch appeared unknowingly on the smooth metal surface.

The intense sword fight slowed for a few seconds, then amidst Seeker of Glory’s roars of humiliation and Bologue’s rampant laughter, the duel became chaotic and insane, no longer about technique but pure violence and brutality.

Blood blades shattered by iron swords reformed, splattering on the scale armor, slicing out dense cracks, blood gushed from the seams, yet were stopped by the reassembled Iron Armor.

Sundered iron fragments reversed mid-air, piercing Bologue’s body like arrows, then within Bologue, reshaped, sprouted barbs, embedding fiercely into flesh.

Bologue won; he prevailed over Seeker of Glory in the contest of skill, and seeing his impotent fury, Bologue felt no pain within, only the pleasure of mockery from a high position.

Raising the restless Sword Axe, Bologue fiercely cleaved through the disorderly iron swords; he never liked these flashy things.

"Come on!"

Bologue invited, vengeful saw axe emanated bloodthirsty vibrations, covering the two completely.

Facing Bologue’s invitation, Seeker of Glory’s eyes clouded temporarily, equally fervent anger sprouted from his heart, but in the next second, his gaze cleared once again.