Endless Debt Chapter 1499 - 62: Burning Through the High Tower (Part 3)

The armor plates must be a type of Alchemy Armament. While it granted him enormous enhancement, it also subjected the Seeker of Glory to immense pressure.

Bologue vomited a large amount of blood, within which some noticeably shaped fragments of flesh were present.

A low murmur sounded, and the Seeker of Glory leaned closer to Bologue in puzzlement, hearing him weakly say.

"You shouldn’t be so close to me."

The Seeker of Glory’s pupils tightened; he was about to distance himself from Bologue when he realized his arm was entirely stuck inside Bologue’s body.

The blood, Bologue’s blood, was under Bologue’s control, gripping the Seeker of Glory tightly.

Bologue struggled to lift his head, revealing an unsightly smile. The Seeker of Glory’s heavy blow was enough to kill Bologue, and according to calculations, it should have rendered Bologue unconscious for dozens of seconds.

The time wasn’t too long, but it was enough for the Seeker of Glory to deal with that unlucky bastard, Palmer.

So...

Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

A bizarre feeling of detachment rose from the Seeker of Glory’s heart; he felt as if he was missing something, the sense of emptiness growing stronger, until he realized his Ether was rapidly weakening.

Strange, the Seeker of Glory was sure his Rectangular Soul Critical hadn’t been breached, yet he was startled to notice the aurora that enveloped his body was gradually extinguishing, while Bologue began to emit an unusual light.

"How...is this possible?"

The man didn’t understand; he couldn’t fathom how Bologue had done it, Bologue had actually usurped the power from the Aurora Path. Although this usurpation would cause significant loss of Ether, it truly had bolstered Bologue.

"Now it’s my turn to be the Seeker of Glory!"

Bologue’s voice became loud again, the abundant Ether filling his body, rapidly reorganizing the flesh, freeing him from the penalty of death-induced unconsciousness.

The man realized the situation was dire. He endured the severe pain, struggling to pull his arm out of the wound on Bologue’s chest, activating the implanted armor plates, accelerating his body to the extreme, attempting to escape this place.

A copper-colored, semitransparent ripple suddenly spread around Bologue. Its speed seemed slow yet was incredibly swift, enveloping the man before he could attempt an escape, infinitely slowing his pace.

Contract Object: Time Ring.

The man’s time was greatly decelerated while Bologue’s time accelerated rapidly. Within seconds, Bologue’s temples acquired some streaks of gray, but for the Undead, such cost was trivial.

This time, the grievance-blade pierced through the man’s chest unimpededly, turning the blade, blood sluggishly oozing from the wound, the man’s pained expression frozen like a stop-motion animation, etched into eternity.

The stasis ended, the flow of time returned to normal.

The man clutched the wound on his chest, escaped the influence of the Time Ring, quickly distancing from Bologue. Meanwhile, hundreds of tons of steel materialized above, like falling mountains, indiscriminately attacking everyone and everything on the dock.

Bologue didn’t pursue further; he realized that the Aurora Power entwining him was rejecting him, these forces possessing self-awareness, refusing to be plundered so brutally by Bologue.

Before the Aurora Power dissipated, Bologue commanded the underground dark river. First, he caused it to condense, completely freezing the entrances at both ends of the dark river, then causing the water to simultaneously rise and freeze into ice pillars supporting the steel mountains.

The man further unleashed his Secret Energy upon seeing this; blood no longer oozed from his chest wound but pure Ether.

The mountains intensified; he didn’t believe Bologue could stop all of this, but then he suddenly realized the look in Bologue’s eyes was filled with cold indifference and disdain, as if looking at a corpse.

The man didn’t understand why, suddenly realizing he seemed to have forgotten something.

Where was that Negative Power User?

Where was the Negative Power User who continually inflicted Psychic Shock on Bologue? At some point, his Ether reaction vanished...as if he had died.

A chilling, terrifying breeze came from behind the man’s neck. He screamed, turning around, only to see a beautiful dress hem unfolding behind him.

Amidst the sonic boom’s roaring shrieks, Palmer accelerated over a short distance, the blade following the wound left by Bologue earlier, once again piercing through the man’s chest.

Supersonic speed brought a terrifying kinetic impact; the man’s body uncontrollably plunged backward, crashing into the ground. In the dented pit, he endured the blow with his etherealized form, before catching his breath, a massive airflow poured into the chest wound.

Palmer was adept at this move, injecting a large amount of air along the wound. For the Condenser yet to undergo etherealization, such an attack was extremely deadly, quickly causing multiple embolisms inside, resulting in sudden death.

The man’s body had already etherealized, rendering this move ineffective, but Palmer was no longer the Low Tier Condenser of yesteryear.

Airflow turned into Wind Blades, internally shredding the man’s body; he conjured dense Iron Swords, looming over Palmer’s head, ready to fall, intending to pierce Palmer’s body. Yet a huge shadow had unknowingly covered beneath the man, like a black swamp, swallowing him within.

Palmer turned, cleaving the falling Iron Swords. Seconds later, the shadow wriggled, the man emerged from it once again; only this time, what surfaced was no longer a complete body, but a shattered and mangled corpse.