Endless Debt Chapter 1577: Red Sand

Chapter 1577: Chapter 94: Red Sand

Under the great power of the Defender, Bologue completely transformed himself into his own domain. The Secret Energy·Summoning Country fully unfolded, and countless crumbling fragments layered upon each other under his will.

The collapsed fissure was restored, with the newly forged wall densely filled with cracks that seemed on the verge of falling apart, shortly after, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid seeped into it, like silver-white iron water, poured into the wall, making it as solid as a fortress.

“Or…Order Bureau?”

Libel was sent back to the rear lines by the Power of Command, struggling to lift his head, looking at the figure hovering in the storm’s radiance.

Bologue appeared to be floating in mid-air, but in reality, he was standing on thin, almost imperceptible iron plates, forged from the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, extending slender supports toward the ground.

The arrival of the Defender caused the battle at the fissure to fall into a moment of silence. In the absence of a Seeker of Glory, the Defender was the highest existence, like a strategic weapon, easily reversing the battlefield’s course.

Excited cheers emanated from the positions, accompanied by the roars of the Bloodthirsty.

The Bloodthirsty once again launched a savage charge towards Bologue, but this time their goal was not to attack, but to delay Bologue as much as possible, while the real commanders, the Night Race hidden in the shadows, quickly distanced themselves from the fissure area.

For this surprise attack, the Night Race had already investigated the distribution of High Tier Condensers in advance, and arranged corresponding Pure-blood Night Race to contain and counter them. Thus, the battle on the high wall’s fissure gradually evolved into a charge by the Bloodthirsty, against the defensive positions of the Low Tier Condensers.

Originally, everything was going smoothly; the situation was expanding the advantage step by step, as the Night Race calculated. They had even accounted for the reinforcement from the Order Bureau, but they never expected their arrival to be so swift, nor the reinforcements to be so strong.

Power from the Seeker of Glory descended from the sky. It was Holt’s Ether reaction. Although he did not possess flying ability, relying on his control over the velocity of matter, he slowed the air beneath his feet, infinitely reducing their fluidity, turning them into invisible bricks, and took large steps upward.

Soon, his figure was enveloped by dark clouds, with bursts of thunder and wailing wind attacking in succession.

The Seeker of Glory moved away from the battlefield, commencing a war for the few, while Bologue, as the Defender, calmly took over the current large battlefield.

A vast amount of Ether was injected into the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. The silver-white serpents rapidly multiplied and expanded, growing ten millionfold in an instant, with countless slender silver-white branches extending from behind Bologue, supporting the ground, elevating Bologue’s body upward, and like swiftly spreading vines, extending from the fissure in all directions, further reinforcing the wall.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at all this. After all, High Tier Condensers, in the conventional sense, referred only to Negative Power Users. In most forces, Defenders were the pinnacle of existence, whereas the very few who had Seekers of Glory…according to the Order Bureau’s standards, those Seekers of Glory could not even be included in the battle sequence.

“Huff…”

Libel heaved a long sigh as if to expel all the fear buried in his heart. After a breath, his tense body completely relaxed, and even the deliberately awakened will became once again groggy and drowsy.

This time Libel could calmly accept rest, knowing that victory was already assured.

Bologue forcefully moved his body and violently freed himself from the Iron Branches, leaving the massive metal frame in its original place. Until Bologue released the supply of Ether, these thorn-filled iron branches and steel nets would form insurmountable barriers, resisting the advancement of the Bloodthirsty.

And now?

Bologue strode forward, leaping down from the fissure. In high-speed movement, the domain moving with Bologue ruthlessly covered all the Bloodthirsty in its path.

These alchemical creatures devoid of intellect had no Rectangular Soul Critical for resistance. Bologue effortlessly breached their bodily barriers, controlling them from the inside out.

“Damn it! What is happening!”

In the shadows, a Night Race member screamed, observing the Bloodthirsty, who were supposed to continue the attack, all reversing their assault direction, turning back to pounce on their own kind.

Betrayal? Impossible, these things didn’t even have a mind; they were just flesh-and-blood machines. How could they possibly betray? But in fact, they were doing just that!

The bloodline connection between the Night Race and the Bloodthirsty was unbroken. The absolute domination brought by the blood hierarchy still existed. The Night Race couldn’t understand what was happening until he saw, vaguely, the clumsy movements of a Bloodthirsty.

That Bloodthirsty staggered forward as if its limbs no longer obeyed its command. No matter how much it snarled and roared, nothing changed.

The Bloodthirsty did not betray; they were just forcibly controlled in action. No, this couldn’t even be considered forcibly controlling their actions. The limbs of the Bloodthirsty twisted and fractured, their internal organs deforming and rupturing under compression. They were not moving by their own power but were being manipulated by some Power of Command.

“Oh? I’ve been discovered?”

Bologue discerned a hint of sweetness from that dense blood aura. It was the flavor of Pure-blood Night Race.