Endless Debt Chapter 1583 - 98: Last Glimmer of Hope

If ether fills the space between heaven and earth, like a vast Sea of Ether, then right now Bologue has carved out a black hole in this Sea of Ether, drawing a massive influx of ether into it.

The ether presses against each other, its density continuously increasing, collapsing entirely into Bologue’s Alchemy Matrix, until the ether concentration reaches a terrifying peak. Arcs of lightning and sparks surround it, and the dimension of reality begins to distort, warped into a massive arc.

"This...what is this?"

Aimou, in the state of Heart Overlapping Shadow, can clearly sense the changes in Bologue’s body’s various indicators. If necessary, she could even draw up a real-time line graph of the changes.

In the state of Ethereal Siphon, Bologue wantonly calls countless ethers into his body, causing them to rudely seep into the dried Alchemy Matrix. This influx speed far exceeds the Alchemy Matrix’s efficiency in converting ether. As power fills the body, boundless intense pain accompanies it.

Shattered.

Aimou could see Bologue’s Alchemy Matrix trembling and cracking, with narrow paths being forcibly widened under the scouring of ether, crack lines spread across it, severing. It seemed as if the next second, the Alchemy Matrix would be overwhelmed and completely collapse.

"Stop it! Bologue!"

Aimou tried to stop Bologue. As he acquired power, he also headed towards self-collapse.

Bologue had died so many times, yet never from the collapse of the Alchemy Matrix. Aimou wasn’t sure if this soul-rooted power could also be restored under the reverse time of the Blessing of the Time Reversing Axis.

"It’s okay, I have a sense of proportion."

Bologue replied in a low voice. This wasn’t his first attempt at Ethereal Siphon. As early as when he learned of this power’s existence from Yas, Bologue had been covertly trying it many times. But just as Yas said, this Ethereal Skill was not perfect, still in a state of completion, filled with unknown risks.

The previous attempts all ended in failure, but with the increasing number of tries, Bologue gradually grew proficient. He did not think himself superior to others, capable of leading the Ethereal Siphon to perfection on his own, but to deal with the current crisis, this was enough.

"You...you’re turning into an Ethereal Vortex Point!"

Aimou exclaimed as more and more ether collapsed and formed vortices around it, concentrating highly around Bologue. It crushed reality, and if Bologue continued to summon nearby ether, he might manage to artificially create an Ethereal Vortex Point... or even utterly crush reality, causing it to overlap with the Ethereal Realm.

A vague chill swept through Aimou’s heart. She was somewhat scared of what was to come, even though she wasn’t entirely sure what would happen...

Just as the ether further gathered, the gravitational force pulling them suddenly disappeared. The ethers scattered and fled, dissipating back into the world. In the previous second, the endless ether was still agitated, and now they all fell into silence, as if everything that just happened was only a bizarre hallucination.

"Bo..."

Aimou’s worried voice was abruptly cut off. She noticed that Bologue, who was previously on the verge of ether exhaustion, now had his ethereal amount returned to full. Ether surged rapidly within the scarred Alchemy Matrix, almost overflowing.

"I must admit, this technique is quite efficient at replenishing ether."

Bologue coughed painfully, his muscles transmitting uncontrollable intense pain, as if struck by thunder, specks of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, bloodshot tension in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Bologue returned from a state of ether depletion to a flourishing stance, and the price was severe damage from the rampant ether, even the most crucial Alchemy Matrix was damaged, showing numerous cracks.

"Yas was right, in a short period, Ethereal Siphon can only be used once," Bologue felt the injuries within himself, "If used repeatedly, the Alchemy Matrix will completely collapse under repeated scouring, and I would die first before even killing the enemy."

"Are you sure you’re okay?"

Aimou’s voice was full of concern, she didn’t care about Ethereal Siphon and the like.

"It’s okay, at worst, I’ll die once to reset the state."

Bologue said, looking towards the rolling dark clouds below, "Now, we can start the second round."

In Bologue’s mouth, death was easy like a game, leaving Aimou momentarily speechless.

After recovering his state, Bologue decisively ignited the ether within, commanding the extending Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. The jagged Iron Feathers extended and overlapped from Bologue’s back, infinitely extending outward, until they transformed into a pair of steel wings, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The faint pain came, Bologue’s nerves seemed to be damaged, whether commanding ether or moving limbs, he felt a sharp and brief stinging pain, like being pricked by a needle.

This bit of pain was nothing, let alone affecting Bologue, he even considered this pain to be gentle.

Bending down and leaping off, Bologue, like a giant eagle, glided in the sky with the Iron Feather, diving into the rolling dark clouds.

His vision rapidly changed, from magnificent blue and clarity just now, to currently muddy and shifting darkness, thunder spanning across vision, light and shadows intertwined, cold raindrops hitting his face like the prelude to an apocalypse.