Endless Debt Chapter 664 - 175: Armor of the Serpent Swarm

"God..."

The brilliant light reflected in the murky eyes of the Scavenger Rat. He carried the body of the Divination Master, and exhaustion seemed to conquer him at this moment. The Scavenger Rat slowly knelt down, akin to a pilgrim in this divine and magnificent scene.

The corroded and mottled metal was rejuvenating at this moment, burning and melting in the azure flames, being reforged and recast.

The molten iron, glowing like a drizzle, poured over Bologue. The Scavenger Rat closed his eyes in terror, already imagining the scene of Bologue wailing to death under the intense heat.

There were no cries of agony, only increasingly heavy footsteps, as iron boots shook the ground.

The scorching molten iron did not harm Bologue. Like living creatures, the molten, life-like metal serpents crawled around Bologue’s body, entwining to form armor like interwoven threads.

The storm was approaching, with the roaring gale like a giant battering ram attacking the ruins repeatedly, with the sound echoing in this metal resonance chamber, moving around Bologue.

The red-hot Armor of the Serpent Swarm further stabilized, its blurred edges becoming clear, with the thunder roaring in his ears like the aftersound of craftsmen hammering metal.

Bologue could sense a dense aura of decay gathering in the still unknown darkness. His guess was right; the Wrecked Ship Shore was just a disguise, using these gray transactions to hide the true darkness.

This massive and grotesque structure, not in line with any known engineering, was filled with safety hazards. The whole wrecked ruins were like a sandcastle hastily built by a child, simply piecing wreckage together. In other words, destroying a certain pillar would cause this massive wreck to collapse like dominoes, reducing it to complete destruction.

The Flame of the Cauldron burned through the surrounding metal, causing the structure in this area to lose support. The steel framework began to deform, shaking continuously like an impending earthquake, with the giant rib-like metal struts trembling uncontrollably. Soon, there was the sound of sections collapsing from above until a ray of light penetrated the layers of metal, falling on Bologue.

A tiny fissure appeared on the solid barrier, with rainwater accumulated in the grooves pouring through the crack. The cold rain drenched the still-hot iron armor, and at the contact moment, the cold water evaporated from the high temperature, emitting a continuous hissing sound, with dense steam swirling around, quenching this forged armor.

Bologue took a deep breath. He could sense the Ethereal Reactions rising in the darkness, and those pairs of mad eyes casting their gaze.

"The place where all evils hide..."

Bologue whispered, as a fierce demon iron mask covered his face, his hands slowly opened, and his dual swords became larger under the influence of metal and the Flame of the Cauldron. The sword bodies twisted slightly, with the edges transforming into wave-like flame-shaped swords.

Since he encountered it, he would burn it all to ashes!

Suddenly, gunfire erupted, countless flowers of gunfire blooming in the darkness, with the hidden enemies focusing their fire on Bologue, and intersecting trajectories tearing lines of Light Forged in midair.

The Scavenger Rat threw the Divination Master into the corner, curling up on the ground and covering his ears. He felt like he was facing a thunderstorm.

Countless sparks bounced off the armor, deflected bullets ricocheting wildly. Bologue guessed these people were scared to death. A Condenser had quietly approached them, and the moment the Ethereal Reaction arose, it pierced through the barriers they had constructed.

After months of study, Bologue’s use of Ethereal Amplification was far beyond novice level. In an instant, his strength and speed received a great boost, allowing him to move swiftly like Thunder, clad in heavy armor.

It was like a film missing frames; in the first second, Bologue was standing still, in the second, he was in the depths of darkness, and by the third second, the rumble from his high-speed movement arrived belatedly.

Under the swing of the Flame-shaped Sword, flesh and blood shattered instantly, with Red Mercury beginning Illusion Creation and proliferation. Waves of fierce flames attached to the Flame-shaped Sword, each swing of Bologue’s sword cleaving a rolling wave of flames.

When Bologue shattered another enemy, he could ascertain that these were Demons, and not just ordinary Demons.

The extreme terror erupted in the eyes of the Demons, but before they could flee in horror, their fear transformed into waves of pleasure, and they let out joyful cries.

Fortunately, those Demons were not Condensers, even if Protection·Chaotic Joy brought abundant Ether, they could not utilize it.

Flames raged, bodies burned, and azure points of light rose from shattered flesh, with Soul Shards merging into Bologue’s body, further strengthening him.

From the opposite corner of darkness, suppressive firepower erupted, as if the Demons anticipated the ambush, setting up machine guns, with tongues of fire spewing from the barrels, hundreds of kilograms of ammunition pouring onto Bologue.

The Iron Armor became pitted but was soon patched by the crawling serpent swarms, and the gunfire could not harm Bologue, though the kinetic energy pinned him to the spot like a giant hand.

Red Mercury gathered at the tip of the Flame-shaped Sword. Seizing the moment the Demons changed ammunition belts, Bologue hurled the Flame-shaped Sword towards the machine gun nest.

The burning Fire Sword quickly vanished into the darkness. The moment the metal clanged in Bologue’s ear, boundless flames soared up.

Bologue seemed to have thrown a napalm bomb, with the Flame-shaped Sword shattering and collapsing under the high temperature, and Red Mercury splattering all around, raining down deadly fire.

The shockwave whipped up gusts of air, sweeping past Bologue, clearing the ground of shells. Amidst the brilliant flames, the Demons were engulfed in fire, yet they felt no pain and instead emitted cheers.

The air current, carrying high-temperature exhaust, burst out from the gap pierced by Bologue. The Scavenger Rat was still trying to awaken the Divination Master, but the roaring airflow promptly flipped them over and slammed them against the wall.

The Divination Master let out a groan, painfully opening his eyes. A strong sense of dizziness surged from his mind, as if he’d just been thrown into a spinning washing machine.

"Where are we?"

The Divination Master gradually made out the form of the Scavenger Rat, who hunched over, barely lifting the Divination Master.

"Damn it," the Divination Master’s memory became clearer, "Those two lunatics!"

The Divination Master knew that the job directly entrusted by the Butcher was definitely not a good thing, but he and the Scavenger Rat lacked the power to refuse.

"Did they kill us?"

The Divination Master screamed, descending into incoherent rambling, "Have we gone to Hell? Damn it."

Halfway through the curses, the Divination Master quieted down again, glanced at the Scavenger Rat, and said, "Well, at least I’m not suffering alone in Hell."

"Calm down."

The Scavenger Rat looked towards the breach spewing thick smoke, hearing the rampant sounds within, knowing it was Bologue on a killing spree.

"It’s somewhat troublesome to explain," the Scavenger Rat really didn’t know how to describe the recent events to the Divination Master, "but we’re still alive... at least for now."

Upon hearing this, the Divination Master’s relaxed demeanor suddenly became tense again.

If they were dead, everything would be simple and easy, but now they’re not, and they have to struggle to survive.

"Let’s go, we have to find a way to escape."

The Scavenger Rat supported the Divination Master towards another path, muttering, "That monster will tear this place apart, perhaps even slaughter the Butcher."

"No one will remember the two rats that survived this disaster," the Scavenger Rat comforted the Divination Master, and also himself, "but before escaping, we must take the stuff with us."

The Divination Master gritted his teeth and stood up straight, together with the Scavenger Rat, they pushed open the slightly ajar iron plate, raising clouds of dust.

This will be their path to new life.

...

The hiding place for all evils was deep within the wreck and ruin, where filth and decaying corpses piled up. The damp, peculiar stench became even more nauseating under the flames, as if all the world’s plague had gathered here.

Bologue held his breath, the blazing fire scorching away all filth, rapidly reducing the oxygen in this area. Even if some Demons were not dead yet, they wouldn’t last long before succumbing to asphyxiation.

Thick smoke obscured the view, and Bologue patiently searched. In the ruins he had destroyed, there were traces of habitation, numerous burning books, strange instruments of torture, potions of bizarre colors...

Clearly, these Demons were part of the Zongge Orchestra, who attempted self-harm and similar acts to obtain stronger emotions from the Joyous Desire Witch.

Currently, Bologue was still unsure of Hert’s true purpose and couldn’t understand why the power of the Zongge Orchestra was hidden here. Were they attempting to overthrow the Free Port?

That’s possible; compared to the tidewater people’s strength, the Order Bureau is still somewhat superior, not to mention their main forces are scattered over the ocean.

"Where are they hiding?"

Bologue wondered in his heart, there shouldn’t be just Demons here.

A slight sound came from above, Bologue looked up, and the entire metallic ceiling shattered and collapsed, and thousands of tons of steel fell.