Endless Debt Chapter 1524 - 70: The Long Death

Under the ritual of blood and slaughter, the Vengeful Saw Axe had already fully awakened, its leather straps tightly wrapped around Bologue’s right arm like tendrils. They writhed and burrowed into the flesh beneath his skin, connecting intimately with his bones and blood vessels, as if an extension of Bologue’s limb, inseparable.

The mottled axe blade cracked and split into dense saw teeth, rubbing against each other and emitting a sharp rustling sound. Waves of bloodthirsty fury surged forth, and an engine-like heartbeat roared by Bologue’s ear, until this rapid heartbeat overlapped with his own.

Until they fused into one with this savage weapon, charging into the Earthly Celestial Kingdom!

"Come on!"

The Speaker shouted, this was the final moment, no need for any reservations. The power of the Seeker of Glory and the Aurora Power intertwined, layer upon layer, blazing brightly.

This is the Nest Core, the Earthly Celestial Kingdom, and the unique domain of the Speaker.

Almost the instant Bologue stepped into the domain, frenzied fantasies surged forth. An enormous root covered in spikes burst from the ground, dense like torrential rain, and crackled towards Bologue.

Bologue couldn’t command the Speaker’s illusory creations, nor control the fortress-like Nest Core. He could only rely on the unique aggression of Ether, attaching it to the Vengeful Saw Axe to enhance the weapon’s lethality.

Brandishing the Hand Axe, as if traversing a dense forest, Bologue dodged and maneuvered while making wide and forceful chops, slicing those roots and branches in half.

In an instant, debris filled the sky, not waiting for it to fall, they regrouped again into Thunder Spears, descending from the heavens.

"Don’t stop!"

Holt’s roar echoed as a fellow Seeker of Glory, Bologue couldn’t gain the upper hand against the Speaker, but Holt, also a Seeker of Glory, was different.

Amber enveloped the falling Thunder Spears, miraculously freezing the lightning. They stagnated mid-air like artworks, with the contained lightning branching out, spreading in all directions.

Roots as sharp as swords and solid as iron flew past Bologue, attacking Holt. Holt fixed his gaze on these illusory creations, and suddenly, their rushing speed drastically decreased until coming to a complete halt.

Holt calmly navigated through the gaps between the roots, then sliced them into large fragments with one sword stroke.

Raising the Edgebite in his hand, Holt took a liking to this sword, not only for carrying the power of the Seeker of Glory but also for its exceptional sharpness. Lightweight, it felt like wielding a phantom. Holt grew curious about where Bologue got this sword.

The battle continued.

The space of the Nest Core was not large for Bologue. Without needing the Power of the Extreme Realm, just basic Ethereal Amplification, he could traverse from one end to the other in a few steps. But facing the Speaker’s layers of obstruction, every step Bologue took was immensely difficult.

Inside this Earthly Celestial Kingdom, the Speaker was the absolute creator; his thoughts and desires would make fantasies become reality.

He first imagined himself as a Condenser from the Void Spirit School...

Bologue saw it, twisted and hateful images occupied his entire vision, the ground beneath turned into soft flesh land, fetid blood pooled into streams, flowing beside him.

Strange spiritual attacks deeply rooted into Bologue’s consciousness, and he gradually lost control of his limbs. His once agile body became uncoordinated, awkwardly stepping forward, teetering.

"This wish doesn’t come cheap."

Bologue raspily said toward the front, empty of anyone but knowing the Speaker stood behind the false illusions.

Strange sharp pain struck again, like an Iron Hammer pounding his skull, crushing his bones, obliterating his brain tissue.

Blood overflowed from Bologue’s nasal cavity, his eyes bloodshot, he underestimated the Speaker, even though his Alchemy Matrix was outdated, he was the creator of the Earthly Celestial Kingdom, burdened with countless Fantasy Species, more than enough to bridge any generational gap.

Moreover, he was a noble Seeker of Glory.

"Fall."

The voice carried magic, Bologue’s eyes grew heavy, and his whole body weighted unbearably, attempting to stay lucid, but in the domain of the Earthly Celestial Kingdom, he could not defy the Speaker’s wishes.

Bologue knelt down, speaking toward the front, "Alright... then let’s fall."

Finishing, using his last ounce of strength, he drew back the Hand Axe, severing his own throat, blood gushing, and absorbed entirely by the Vengeful Saw Axe.

The Speaker was stunned by this turn of events, before he could act, Bologue had preemptively ended his life. Suddenly, the Speaker recalled intelligence regarding Bologue.

"Undead!"

As the Speaker growled, the fallen corpse sprang up, Bologue through death resetting his state, clearing all negative impacts of the Void Spirit School.

"Haha!"

The hellish illusion vanished, leaving only the Speaker’s angry glare up close.

The Speaker realized, attempting to capture Bologue with the Void Spirit School’s power again was impossible. He immediately imagined... the Ascendancy School.

Accompanied by the withering of a Fantasy Species on his body, the Speaker’s withered old frame rejuvenated, muscles swelling, flesh restructuring, indescribable power enveloping him, launching a heavy punch at the charging Bologue.