Endless Debt Chapter 1615 - 113: Heartless_2

"I guess you could say I know him," Serey stepped past Palmer, standing not far behind Bologue, watching the two combatants, "He was one of my father’s Imperial Guard. During the reckoning after the Dawn War, I locked him, the remaining guard, and my father together."

Serey marveled repeatedly, "To think, after a hundred years, it turned into this state, truly pathetic."

While Serey lamented the ravages of time, Bologue was struggling fiercely with Nansen in battle. The cramped environment restricted Bologue’s sword swings; he could hack the walls along the way with each strike, but he didn’t want to risk collapsing the entire sewer and burying himself underground halfway through.

Bologue retreated several steps, creating a safe distance from Nansen, then the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid burst forth from his sleeve. In an instant, multiple silver-white iron branches unfurled like tentacles, each one seemingly possessing self-awareness, slashing from various tricky angles.

"Nansen must have been tormented to insanity by Bloodthirsty Syndrome, which is why he’s this way," Serey casually explained from behind, "Like the Bloodthirsty that changes from inferior bloodlines, these monsters that evolve from pure-blood Night Races, we call Heartless."

Bologue listened to Serey’s words while fiercely exchanging blows with Nansen. Under the relentless assault of the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, Bologue could sense that although Nansen was a Defender, he merely had the Ether amount of a Defender. It completely lacked the mental acuity to precisely wield this power, fighting only on biological instinct.

As for the Secret Energy Nansen possessed, never mind that; who knows how far behind it has fallen after a century. Merely the remnants of his mind aren’t enough to trigger complex Secret Energy or apply it in combat.

Thus, it seems, Nansen was nothing but a monster packed with raw power, much easier to handle than Bologue had imagined.

"Within our Night Race, we also regard this way of breaking one’s mind as a form of punishment," Serey leaned against the damp wall, speaking slowly, "However, this is a punishment method exclusive to pure-blood Night Races."

"After long torment by bloodthirst, the self’s mind collapses into nothingness, turning them into monsters packed with raw power. With the addition of shackles, amplification by Alchemy Potion, and other specialized enhancements, they can become a new force serving the Eternal Night Empire."

Serey gave an example, "Just like a more advanced group of Bloodthirsty."

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid repeatedly hacked at Nansen’s body, most of the attacks were blocked by the thick armor on him, but some managed to hit his pallid flesh successfully.

Metal penetrated deep into Nansen’s body, embedding under the flesh like metallic seeds. Bologue lightly clenched his fist, and the next moment, the seeds rapidly proliferated and erupted, with iron branches and steel flowers growing from Nansen’s body.

The sharp edges of the petals and leaves, like blades, sliced Nansen’s body from the inside out, combined with the suppression of Death Metal and Silver against the Undying Body.

Nansen’s whole left arm collapsed downward; if not for the armor forcibly binding the flesh, it would have shattered entirely. Similarly, his abdomen was sliced and shredded by the sharp metal, filthy entrails spilling out, a series of protrusions appearing on his throat, soon followed by sharp branches breaking through his throat, nearly severing his entire neck.

In an instant, Nansen’s torso became a bloody mess, red flesh, and entrails spilling out, revealing jagged, broken bones, steel thorns spiraling around them. As the thorns tightened, Nansen slowly knelt to the ground, blood gushed out like a squeezed tomato.

"Oh, by the way, you should be aware of one thing."

Serey raised a finger, cautioning, "Though they’ve become monsters packed with power but lacking intellect, to ensure these mighty Heartless aren’t easily defeated by enemies, they usually come equipped with Immortal Armor."

He leaned over, glancing at the bloody Nansen, reminding, "Yes, it’s the one he’s wearing."

Nansen struggled to lift his head, letting out a meaningless roar, the glow of Ether swirling within his eyes. Without enough intellect to drive Ether and trigger Secret Energy, blindly releasing Ether was enough to passively awaken the power contained in the armor.

Segments of luminous inscriptions brightened on Nansen’s armor; his Secret Energy might be lagging behind the era, but this brand-new Immortal Armor was enough to bridge the vast gap.

In the next moment, the Defender’s Ether triggered the Alchemy Matrix engraved within the Immortal Armor. The horrifying wounds on Nansen’s body were healing at a visibly rapid pace, unimaginable power being added to his flesh.

A shrill sound of metal tearing rang out, Nansen ruthlessly ripped apart the binding thorns, pulling out steel branches and iron flowers from his flesh by force. Bologue attempted to let the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid root even deeper, but soon, the defense formed by Rectangular Soul Critical forcefully resisted Bologue’s power.

"Heartless can’t use overly complex Secret Energy; they merely follow their instincts, venting the Ether within them. Similarly, the Immortal Armor they wear won’t be implanted with excessively weird Secret Energy, but rather some basic, all-encompassing amplification power."

Accompanied by Serey’s narration, Nansen seemed sheltered by the Secret Energy of the Body Ascension School, gaining significant improvement in the body’s self-healing ability, power, and speed. Immediately, numerous dense, hard scales emerged beneath his pallid skin, his body cracking open in several places, the wounds unfolding, revealing crimson eyes opening within.

"For instance, the Secret Energy focused on self-enhancement from the Body Ascension School," Serey said, "In the long experiments of the Night Race, this is the most suited power for Heartless."

Nansen roared ferociously, his figure disappearing instantly from its original place. Bologue decisively thrust out Resentful Bite forward, feeling collision impact at the tip of the blade soon after.

The two figures collided, and Bologue was actually shaken several steps back by Nansen’s sheer power before slowly coming to a stop.

Serey turned sideways, trying to avoid the clash between the two of them, Hinda decisively retreated while pulling the trigger, several bullets accurately hit Nansen’s head, yet after bursts of snowflakes, Nansen’s skull self-healed, forcibly squeezing out the twisted bullets.

"What are you doing? Acting as a tour guide?"

Palmer leaped over Bologue’s head, accusing Serey of sitting idly while precisely stabbing with the rapier, hitting the gap in the armor, penetrating into Nansen’s flesh.

Windstorm blasted through the sewer, Palmer hated this enclosed and narrow space that shackled free winds.

Compress, inject.

The invisible Wind Blade enveloped Nansen entirely, indiscriminately scraping his armor and scales, sparking a wild shower of sparks.

Bologue seized the opportunity to advance, amidst the Ethereal Amplification of the Power of the Extreme Realm, Resentful Bite slashed a thin arc, then Nansen’s crossed defensive arms at his chest shattered.

"So, its main power is just the Immortal Armor?"

Bologue roughly grasped the Heartless’ combat style; their abundant Ether was essentially a battery, while the Immortal Armor they wore was a killing machine waiting to be activated.

To most people, Heartless undoubtedly posed an extremely troublesome existence, but to Bologue now, these seemingly troublesome enemies were riddled with flaws.

His palm fully adhered to Nansen’s chest armor, and the rampant Ether penetrated unhindered into the Immortal Armor.

Ultimately, Immortal Armor was only a somewhat complex Alchemy Armament, which this kind of armament wasn’t protected by Rectangular Soul Critical.

Bologue closed his eyes, within darkness, he saw the complex Alchemy Matrix within the Immortal Armor, like a circuit diagram, Ether submerged the Matrix like a tide, and then, under Bologue’s will, severed and shattered.

The glow on Nansen’s armor flickered erratically like a malfunction, and at this moment, Bologue also opened his eyes, Resentful Bite pierced downwards, penetrating Nansen’s skull, bones, armor.

Split into two, smoothly like a hot knife slicing through butter, the stench of blood and filthy flesh permeated, the sound of wet smacks continued, as if a blood-soaked rag was slapped onto the ground.