Endless Debt Chapter 665 - 176 Thousand Jin Power

The collapse of metal drove the surrounding buildings, like an interconnected mechanism, the steel-crafted labyrinth changing its layout in an instant, with metal grinding against itself, emitting screeching sounds reminiscent of nails scraping on steel plates, unsettling and piercing.

Bologue sprinted across a ground strewn with charred carcasses, the ruins were entirely made up of abandoned ships, and as the ceiling collapsed, a massive ship tilted downward, its bow crashing directly into the ground.

The scarred metal couldn’t withstand such an impact; it was like a giant shard of ice, shattering upon contact with the ground, flinging debris outward in all directions, transforming into sharp swords sweeping through the air.

The relentless ringing continued, and Bologue swiftly burst through the barricades constructed by the demons, shortly afterward, this haven of malevolence was completely crushed.

Hardly had Bologue a moment to catch his breath, as he escaped the barricade, another ether reaction arose from the flank, evidently lying in wait for Bologue for some time.

The ether reaction hurtled towards Bologue at high speed, akin to a racing battlefield, with sharp angles easily breaking through the rusted iron along the way.

Here it comes.

The Flame of the Cauldron expanded rapidly, transforming the surroundings into a sea of cyan flames.

In truth, Bologue was fully capable of handling the collapse of the wreckage, as long as he could command them all, but it consumed too much ether, so he opted to evade instead.

Now it seemed the enemy thought the same; they hoped to exhaust Bologue with this, then launch an ambush.

The flame-shaped sword pointed toward the ether reaction, steel around responded to Bologue’s call, twisting and extending like roaring snakes charging toward the sword’s direction, scales raised as spikes, constructing a shield wall of endless iron thorns.

A fierce, imposing body crashed through the iron wall, then collided with the iron thorn shield wall, continuing forward for several meters until all the iron thorns had been stretched taut, barely making him stop.

Scarlet eyes reflecting cold iron armor, it was a monster with a body nearly three meters high, covered in muscles developed to the point of distortion, encased in thick and resilient fur, its legs completely beast-like, bent backward, with a slender tail protruding from the end of its spine.

On its twisted, grotesque shell was a human face, brown, hard horns growing from both sides of its head, creating a strong sense of dissonance that instilled unease.

The monster’s pupils were remarkably like those of a goat, reminding Bologue of the depiction of demons from storybooks.

Not the demons familiar to the condensers, completely soulless driven by bulimia nervosa, but the savage, terrifying demons conjured from common people’s imaginations.

Secret Energy·Chaos Body.

This secret energy belonged to the Escalation School, and when he was promoted to a prayer believer, his subsidiary school was Illusion Creation School, allowing the condenser to strengthen his body while drawing infinitely close to the imagined monsters, possessing physiological traits humans shouldn’t have.

Iron thorns rubbed against the demon’s body, their barbs piercing through thick fur, embedding into flesh, each movement of the demon brought immense pain.

Then transformed into ether.

The demon, like Bologue, was also a prayer believer, but Bologue could distinctly sense the opponent’s ether strength was significantly higher.

Protection·Chaotic Joy.

The demon roared, tearing through numerous iron thorns, swinging a heavy hammer-like blow towards Bologue, as it made contact, crimson patterns spread across the demon’s arm.

Under the joint influence of the Escalation School and Ethereal Amplification, the heavy punch moved at high speed, striking Bologue in the blink of an eye; he barely had time to evade.

"Damn it."

Bologue cursed, at the last moment, the flame-shaped sword blocked in front of him, then it snapped under immense force, causing Bologue to be slammed into the wreckage behind, almost embedding into it.

With multiple enhancements simultaneously active, the demon’s strength was terrifying, a bitter taste rose in Bologue’s mouth, thinking he might have suffered internal injuries from the shock.

The demon strode towards Bologue, slender goat hooves tread on the ground, leaving scorched marks, as he twisted the iron thorns, not discarding them but wrapping them around his body like a penitent monk, allowing the sharp barbs to inflict countless wounds upon himself.

With each breath, fiery sparks seeped from the demon’s mouth and nose, as if his body held molten lava.

Halted, poised, the demon opened his mouth, roaring at Bologue, his throat seemingly linked directly to hellish magma, torrents of blazing fire poured forth, covering Bologue entirely in an instant.

Under the scorching heat, the area where Bologue stood turned completely red, with metal melting into iron and then collapsing downward.

The Demon paused his breath, stepped forward, and looked at Bologue at the bottom of the scorched pit. The snake-like armor was red-hot but not burned through. Bologue condensed a new flame-shaped sword from the iron water, leaning on it with his hand.

"If Palmer came instead, this guy would definitely be dead, right?"

Bologue muttered to himself. The debris and ruins greatly limited the flow of air and the space for the Flying Knife to whirl. Faced with the Demon, Palmer had no other effective means aside from finding a way to suffocate him.

Fortunately, it was Bologue who came, not him.

"I don’t like this damned place."

Bologue stood up, leaning on the flame-shaped sword, "But I have to admit... this place is practically the best home ground for me."

With that, he raised his hand and opened it. From Bologue’s perspective, the Demon was right in the palm of his hand.

The Demon dragged up a giant piece of metal debris in his hand, as if it were a twisted great sword. He was about to decapitate Bologue but hadn’t realized he was already standing in a blue fire sea.

Steel strong embrace, sealed in a coffin.

The Demon seemed to become a singularity of immense gravity. In an instant, the earth shook, countless steel arrows shot towards the Demon, some piercing his body, some sticking tightly to him, soon he was covered in arrow-like quills like a porcupine.

Steel intertwined, transforming into a cage to seal the Demon. He opened his mouth, and scorching fire roared, melting the surrounding metal, but quickly the iron water covered his body like cement, filling the gaps between the metals.

Bologue strode out from the bottom of the scorched pit. To suppress the Demon, the Flame of the Cauldron drained the surrounding steel, destroying the intricate stable structure.

The whole area shook violently, large chunks of steel fell, Bologue moved his steps to avoid these deadly blades falling from the sky.

The Demon’s roars persisted, as if stuck in a quagmire, the more he struggled, the tighter the steel coffin became, until he was like being cast in iron water, unable to move.

"Goodbye."

Bologue waved at the Demon, the steel dome above tilted and collapsed. A ship piled high like a giant sword crashed down. Even if the Demon’s strong body could withstand the blow, under Bologue’s confinement, his Ether would quickly be consumed.

When the balance between ether consumption and protection feedback is broken, it will be the Demon’s death.

The Demon realized this too, he roared fiercely, resistance grew intense, yet steel locked his joints, even with the power of a Thousand Jin, he found it hard to exert.

The ship scraped off its rust, with a trail of sparks heading straight down.

Suddenly, the ship seemed to hit something invisible, its prow was held up, its descent slowed sharply, the stern began to tilt to the other side, the rust-laden hull had long lost its old solidity, the stern crashed into the side wall, shattering into countless debris falling down, the side wall was smashed open under the impact, a storm poured in from the gap.

Like a long bridge between cliffs, after intense friction, the ship was ingeniously balanced, stuck over their heads.

Pattering light rain fell, the moist cold air diluted the heat.

For this situation, Bologue wasn’t surprised. If the Demon had been killed so easily by him, he’d find it strange.

Clenching his fist, more steel collapsed down, the Demon was like a caged bird, at Bologue’s mercy.

The weight on him rapidly increased, at first the Demon could still roar a few times, but now he was completely constrained by massive weight, his entire focus on handling the pressure, while cold iron snakes tried to burrow into his flesh.

Protection·Chaotic Joy could provide the Demon with endless Ether, but it couldn’t prevent him from being killed.

As the steel rain was about to finally crush the Demon, another torrent of steel intercepted the rain, the complex overlapping sharp screeches stung everyone’s eardrums, after the dense sparks, Bologue’s offensive was completely resolved.

Bologue looked towards the side wall breach, in the cold wind rushing in, a slender figure was standing on the horizontal bridge formed by the ship, beside her floated numerous steel fragments.

The woman raised her hand, threw a punch, and steel obeyed the command, ten thousand arrows fired together.