Endless Debt Chapter 1578 - 94: Red Sand (2)

Without hesitation, the Power of Command erupted fully, and the Bloodthirsty only managed to let out cries of despair before being hurled from the high walls like cannonballs by Bologue.

The Night Race decisively detonated the Bloodthirsty. Their swollen bodies exploded one by one into brilliant fireworks in mid-air, raining down a torrent of blood.

Bologue was somewhat disappointed; he did not kill the Bloodthirsty immediately. His first aim was to prevent their explosions from damaging the high walls, and his second aim, a bit of a cruel hobby, was to use them like cannonballs against the Night Race’s assault.

Fallen on the coast below the high walls, as far as the eye could see, were twisted and decaying corpses, blood mixing with seawater, seeping into the sand.

Red sand everywhere.

Bologue was momentarily lost in thought, which reminded him of the days of the Scorched Earth Rage. Fortunately, this time, Bologue possessed the power to reverse the battle.

Secret Energy·Summoning Country.

The field of Ether was fully released, and Bologue brazenly announced his existence, much like an old-time duelist taunting the enemy in battle. Either a Defender would come to restrain Bologue, or Bologue would unleash a killing spree.

No response in the dark night, Bologue felt slightly disappointed, stepped forward, and the field moved with him, crushing any entity trying to invade his territory.

The absolute Power of Command ignored the terrain differences, ignored the accumulated barricades, ignored the heavy armor.

Much like the supreme Death God, disregarding all life.

In an instant, an invisible force descended from the heavens, sweeping through with overwhelming power, hit all Bloodthirsty within the field, as if atmospheric pressure suddenly increased a thousandfold, pinning the Bloodthirsty bodies harshly to the ground.

The once proud monsters now behaved like squeezed insects, twisting and writhing miserably.

The reinforced bones struggled to resist the added pressure, easily snapping into pieces, while the internal organs burst into a mire within, like ripe fruits, a fountain of blood spurted from their mouths, noses, ears, and eyes, staining the ground red.

A dull cracking sound continuously echoed in the air, chilling hearts, fallen Bloodthirsty compressed into one indistinct bloody pulp, surrounded by lingering thick blood fog.

Bologue continued forward, moving the Jaw of Resentment like a conductor’s baton, orchestrating this grand symphony of death.

Smelling the blood scent, Bologue felt his heartbeat accelerating, excitedly accelerating; he wasn’t certain whether it was his violent nature or some stimulant from the Bloodthirsty’s blood evaporating.

Forget it, such matters were not important.

With brutal force, Bologue forcibly created a vacuum Death Zone in the core of the battlefield, with piles of Bloodthirsty bodies, inadvertently discovering many Night Race corpses.

They must have hidden in the shadows of the Bloodthirsty, attempting a surprise attack on Bologue, but regrettably, before they could approach, this absolute force crushed them into meat paste.

Like crushing ants, Bologue couldn’t help but lament the huge chasm between tiers once again.

Bologue still advanced, the Death Zone slowly pushed forward, forming a Path of Death, dividing the battlefield and carving out a path for counterattack.

On this counterattack path, there was only Bologue.

He alone was enough.

Bright flames appeared before him, as the large burning sun was recreated again, and this time its target was not the high walls, but Bologue.

So close were the two, the sun seemed to devour Bologue during its expansion, and from this close distance, Bologue clearly ascertained the target’s position and his Ether intensity.

Just a Negative Power User.

Bologue faced the sun calmly, raised the Jaw of Resentment, disappeared with a strange arc light, while the Negative Power User searched for Bologue’s location, only for a Curved Pathway Rift to rip open above him.

Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid weaved a cold downpour, merciless Death Metal pierced through his body, the Negative Power User didn’t panic excessively, being one of the rare Pure-blood Night Race, possessing the Undying Body, such injuries were not enough to kill him.

Until the searing pain erupted inside him from the Negative Power User, from the enshrouding Silver and Death Metal in the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, and the Red Mercury detonated by Bologue.

In that moment, the Negative Power User’s body crumbled and split, Bologue’s Ether shattered his Rectangular Soul Critical, erasing his life force completely from a microscopic level.

From that point, the corner of the battlefield fell utterly silent, resembling a grayish dead domain.

In the hazy blood fog, Bologue continued to maintain the Secret Energy, single-handedly bearing the Night Race’s incursion for the entire battlefield, quickly, the Night Race realized the troublesome Bologue.

Several Negative Power Users’ Ether responses hovered around Bologue, vaguely, Bologue also detected the presence of a Defender, though the opponent hid deeply, even with Aimou’s aid, Bologue barely sensed the existence, unable to determine the exact position.

Bologue did not pay much attention to these enemies, his goal was achieved, restraining the enemy’s High Tier Condenser, to alleviate pressure for the entire battlefield.

"What are you doing?"

Aimou was puzzled, noticed Bologue heading towards the surging waves, while in front of Bologue, Night Race and Bloodthirsty deliberately avoided Bologue, to prevent direct confrontation, apart from the tide ahead, no enemies existed.

"I want to verify something," Bologue pondered, "Since we inferred the Land of Eternal Night is located in the Angry Sea, how did such a massive army of Bloodthirsty and Night Race cross the sea?"

Bologue had not personally crossed the Angry Sea, but that did not prevent him from seeing the destruction and earth-shattering thunderstorm from afar.

That extreme, supernatural environment was the perfect Prison Guards, a natural barrier, isolated the Land of Eternal Night completely from the outside world.

Only a few High Tier Condensers could withstand the Thunder’s fury, successfully crossing the Angry Sea, but even if they crossed, there awaited an endless ocean.

Conventional ships simply couldn’t withstand such terrifying ravages, so what means did the Rebellious Royal Court use to transport such a large number of Bloodthirsty troops here?

Some... unconventional means?

Bologue’s gaze lowered, concentrated on the Void Shedding Sword Oil covering the Jaw of Resentment.

"Throat of the Abyss?"

Aimou was puzzled, sensed this name recklessly rampaging through Bologue’s mind, like an evil ghost breaking free from its seal, bringing extreme cold.

"Yes, Throat of the Abyss, the world-ripping Calamity," Bologue speculated, "only it can ignore various extreme environments, tear open a Curved Pathway Rift for the army to march through."

Bologue’s pace quickened, sprinted toward the dark sea surface, Ethereal Perception fully opened, like a radar scanning the rolling waves, trying to find the Curved Pathway Rift’s location.

But before Bologue could further explore, a high-pitched Ether response came from behind, Bologue turned suddenly, and saw the Ether ascending from the rift where he had just fought.

The reconstructed walls remained intact, but on that solid surface, space strangely writhed, dislocated, as a slender luminous line extended upward, completely cleaving the wall.

Curved Pathway Rift arose, numerous pale arms reached out, slowly prying the rift wide open, Bologue saw once again that worm-like monster, it writher its body, along with the living corpses dangling from its pale skin, shaking altogether.

It seemed to mock Bologue, then vanished into the Curved Pathway Rift, heavy marching sounds emerged from within, a sea of Bloodthirsty swarmed through, using the Curved Pathway Rift that pierced the wall, unimpeded, and launched their attack on Fortress of the Morning Wind.