Endless Debt Chapter 1498 - 62: Burning Through the High Tower (Part 2)

The Seeker of Glory sensed the strangeness of Bologue, and quickly retreated several steps to create a safe distance from Bologue, with numerous illusory creations blocking his front. The overlapping and intertwined blades hacked and slew Bologue like a meat grinder.

At the same time, more steel covered the Seeker of Glory’s body as he attempted once more to transform into that towering giant.

Everything seemed very promising, but unfortunately, he hadn’t realized the situation had already changed.

In the earlier encounters, Bologue merely wanted to retreat swiftly, without lingering in combat, but now in a one-on-one duel to the death, Bologue had already committed himself fully.

Thus, the sword axe brutally tore open the defense woven by the Seeker of Glory. Bologue’s body was blood-soaked, accompanied by a bizarre, maniacal laughter, forcibly drilling out from the edges of the intertwined blades.

The Seeker of Glory momentarily felt dazed, thinking he was fighting something non-human.

"Don’t back off!"

Bologue bellowed as he hurled the Vengeful Saw Axe, the axe blade precisely hitting the Seeker of Glory’s shoulder armor.

The Seeker of Glory originally didn’t care about such a mundane attack, until the axe seemed to come to life, opening its mouth to gnaw at his armor, gradually chewing through the steel until it touched his flesh.

"What... exactly are you!"

Amidst the Seeker of Glory’s curses, Bologue twisted off his ankle bound by steel, rushing forward like a beast.

Grudge Bite gleamed with a cold light, splitting open the Seeker of Glory’s chest armor. Fresh flesh was within reach, and at that same moment, several iron spears emerged from the ground, crisscrossing and piercing through Bologue’s body, restraining his further movement, followed by iron swords forming again, swinging from behind Bologue, severing his already fractured ankle.

The severed limb rolled to the ground, but it couldn’t much constrain Bologue, as the spilled blood formed a new limb before the wound healed, taking over the original foot to support Bologue’s body.

This was a technique Bologue learned from Lebius, using command objects to control his out-of-control body.

"Me? I am Bologue! Bologue Lazarus!"

Bologue proudly introduced himself, as Grudge Bite swiftly slashed, cutting off the iron spear piercing his body.

He continued forward.

Bologue Lazarus.

The Seeker of Glory certainly knew who Bologue was, a rising star of the Order Bureau, a terrifying and powerful Undead. He had read about him many times and had long prepared in his heart to become an enemy of Bologue.

But he never expected that the real Bologue would be so troublesome, like a nightmare that couldn’t be shaken off, unable to be killed and seemingly unbeatable.

The atmosphere was tense and deadly, silence was no more, with only the sound of swords clashing and the panting of the monsters.

Bologue reached the forefront, and the Seeker of Glory was firmly held by the Vengeful Saw Axe, with no place to evade, only able to wield his sword to meet the enemy, their swordplay intertwining like two silver serpents dancing.

The Seeker of Glory fiercely slashed, resembling a bolt of lightning slicing through the darkness, while Bologue sidestepped to evade, meanwhile delivering a perfect counterattack. The iron sword was cut by Grudge Bite, instantly deflected, slicing through the air.

The two moved quickly, sometimes attacking with the sword tips, and at other times engaging in intense slashes, their sword glints dazzling the eyes.

The shipwreck was filled with the echoes of metal clashing and the sounds of sword qi slicing through the air.

Suddenly, the Seeker of Glory uncharacteristically took a leap forward, his sword momentum as a dragon, directly targeting Bologue’s head. Bologue did not evade, as the blood arm extending from his shoulder grasped a crimson great sword, slashing from the crossed wings.

Faced with this fierce assault, the Seeker of Glory unexpectedly moved forward again. Amidst the roar of shattering, his scale armor completely collapsed, and the flying fragments collided swiftly, extending into sharp spikes like shrapnel grenades, instantly piercing Bologue thousands of times.

Bologue was like a porcupine, studded with slender and sharp metal needles, his muscles and bones immobilized, like a specimen frozen in place. As for the Seeker of Glory, he removed his Iron Armor for the first time in front of Bologue, allowing Bologue to see his face clearly for the first time.

He seemed to be in his forties, his hair already thinning but still maintaining its black color. His face was lean, skin slightly rough from years of exposure to the elements.

Bologue had killed many people like him, but what truly caught Bologue’s attention was his body.

The iron armor was completely peeled away, and the undershirt was already ragged, soaked with blood. Bologue saw his muscular physique and witnessed the mapping of the Alchemy Matrix on his skin.

Under the glow of radiance, Bologue saw the armor plate-like implants embedded in the man’s skin, with ether injected within, leading the Seeker of Glory to unleash speed beyond Bologue’s comprehension.

The man was originally a Defender, who gained the seeker of glory’s Ether amount through the Aurora Power, temporarily obtaining the Power of the Extreme Realm.

At this moment, with the activation of the armor plates, the Seeker of Glory’s Power of the Extreme Realm advanced further, and Bologue only saw a difficult-to-discern afterimage, then the Seeker of Glory appeared before Bologue, punching a dent into Bologue’s chest, grasping Bologue’s heart, completely penetrating Bologue’s body, protruding from the back.

"With this, you should be able to die for a long time, right?"

The Seeker of Glory’s voice was rough and heavy, as he crushed Bologue’s heart.