Endless Debt Chapter 1633 - 121: Moment of Decision (2)

"Bologue?"

A towering figure appeared beside Bologue. Bologue looked at the stranger, whose face was completely unfamiliar to him.

Bologue did not recognize the individual, but the individual clearly recognized Bologue.

Seeing Bologue not responding, the stranger steadied himself, confirmed Bologue’s identity with a frown, and couldn’t help but shout.

"Hey! Everyone! This is Bologue!"

As he spoke, he lifted Bologue directly and carried him on his shoulder, his enthusiastic gesture bewildering Bologue.

The frenzied march... no, parade, had many undead who turned their attention towards him, not stopping their advance, instead reaching out to greet Bologue as they passed by.

"Hello there! Bologue."

"I’ve heard of you, new member!"

"Oh, you should’ve come a day earlier, we could’ve included you in our revelry."

"Oh oh oh, is that the Original Sin Armament?"

"This guy’s one of Sai Zong’s."

"What does this make him? A senior member?"

Like a fan meet-and-greet, rough hands, delicate hands, steel hands, squirming tentacles, beast-like claws... countless hands high-fived Bologue, following the parade without pause.

"We’re off!"

The towering figure set Bologue down, turned, and blended into the parade, leaving Bologue standing slightly dazed, until a familiar melody reached his ears.

"Ba li la~ Ba li la~"

Bologue followed the sound, suspiciously looking towards its direction, only to see a fellow who lifted a self-service jukebox from the bar counter. Bologue didn’t know how this guy managed to power it, but the machine continued to flash lights and chirped away with music.

A huge rumbling interrupted Bologue’s thoughts. The giant, towering over ten meters, hugged the leaning High Tower with both hands, grabbing the undead performing on it.

Amidst the swaying collapse, he forcefully snapped the High Tower, hoisting it onto his shoulder, as several undead fell but many climbed up, continuing to play their instruments amidst the ragged ruins, while the flag bearer persisted in place, vigorously shaking the banner.

Like a float piecing together various scraps, a bizarre parade vehicle.

Drumming and beating, urgent pipes and tangled strings.

The bright military trumpet resounded once more with high swelling tones, forcibly twisting the chaotic melodies into the theme song of the demon dance.

Bologue exchanged a glance with Aimou; Aimou merged into Bologue’s body, followed by Bologue tapping Wei’Er on his head.

"Wanna join in?"

"Of course."

Wei’Er, being part of the revelry, naturally joined the grand parade. Bologue said nothing more, merely sensing the attachments on himself growing, inexplicably weighed down.

The next moment, Bologue leapt like lightning, swiftly threading through the parade line.

An ancient war erupted within the Butcher’s Pit, countless undead rushing into the fray, first battling with the Heartless, then dealing heavy blows to York, casually pummeling the roaming Bloodthirsty. The Dark Void crafted by the Night King continued to spread, but faced with such eerie existence, these undead showed no fear.

Each undead was summoning their Ether to the fullest. Though their Alchemy Matrix was antiquated and outdated, their ethereal amount storage was substantial.

Mass Ether reactions from Negative Power Users, Defenders, and Seekers of Glory rose from the Butcher’s Pit, each Ether summons a hard punch against reality, with relentless pressure, Bologue clearly realized the present reality was gradually crumbling.

Unfortunately, this was not something Bologue could change. At the edge of the Butcher’s Pit, he found Palmer and others, all of whom stared blankly below, just like frightened spectators.

Seeing Bologue’s arrival, Palmer spoke with lingering fear, "Where... where did they come from?"

A few minutes ago, they were surrounded by Heartless, facing terrifying pressure, all harboring intentions of sacrifice. No sooner had they prepared mentally when a group of lunatic-like undead, singing odd little tunes, like speeding trucks, crushed the Heartless beneath.

The two groups of undead slaughtered each other, resembling a horror film’s heavy-taste shoot, tons of blood sprayed outward, limbs and viscera flew. It seemed many should have died, but several seconds later, the undead rose again, stabbing each other’s hearts.

"From where else? The Undying Club."

Bologue scanned around; Olivia and Serey were present too. He fixed his gaze on Serey, "Do you know what’s going on?"

Serey shrugged indifferently, "What else could it be? They angered Sai Zong, broke the peace, now Sai Zong personally seeks revenge."

Looking down into the Butcher’s Pit’s slaughter, the Rebellious Royal Court evidently noticed the anomaly here. Though this group of undead lagged behind the times, they were overwhelming in numbers.

The Heartless were thoroughly suppressed; Carol kept bellowing furiously, terrifying soundwaves knocked down hordes of undead, but like tides, they rose again, surrounding them completely.