Endless Debt Chapter 669 - 180 Void

Sometimes Bologue fantasizes, if he were a fish swimming freely in the boundless ocean, what would his life be like? Later, Bologue met Wei’Er in the Undying Club, where Wei’Er spoke to him about her personal experiences.

"Fish? Are you crazy!"

Wei’Er didn’t specify what kind of fish, but judging from the tone at the time, no fish had it comfortable in the sea.

She described to Bologue the feelings of being amidst a school of fish, "It’s like a supermarket discount, where crazy customers gather together. But a supermarket discount has people everywhere, while in a school of fish, there are fish above, below, left, and right, squeezing each other. You don’t even know where to swim, you just follow them."

Now Bologue fully understands, what it feels like to become a fish, the steel controlled by the Flame of the Cauldron surrounds Bologue like a school of fish, and now he is charging towards an even larger school.

Intense sparks transform into unending firelight; the currents called forth by Klan completely engulf Bologue, and the surrounding swimming schools of fish become Bologue’s Shield Guards, desperately resisting the onslaught of the currents.

Big fish eat little fish, and larger schools devour smaller ones.

The Touch of Erosion is steadily consuming Bologue’s Ether, breaking the balance of Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, and under the collision of the schools of fish, the metal around Bologue is continuously consumed, shattered into flying iron scraps.

The school of fish forms a protective shell around Bologue, but the thickness of the shell is continuously decreasing; soon, Klan will be able to completely breach Bologue’s defense, tearing him into scattered pieces.

In battles with enemies like Klan, evading and exhausting her Ether is the most direct choice, but with the help of Protection·Chaotic Joy, Klan’s Ether is endless.

Klan despises Bologue; even though the grief in her heart has already brought her a massive amount of Ether, she doesn’t forget to torment her own body.

As a follower of the Joyous Desire Witch, to access the Devil’s power anytime, anywhere, Klan has pierced herself in multiple places under the cover of her clothes; her flesh, like a machine, is filled with Piercing Nails.

Caressing these Piercing Nails and pinching one of the nail heads tight, Klan forcefully tears it from her body. The agony sweeps through her nerves, transforming into pleasure and strength, then she pulls off one nail after another until her body is covered in blood.

Bologue’s vision is entirely enveloped by the swarming school of fish, steel speeds past his eyes, igniting bursts of sparks.

He can’t see Klan but can sense her rising Ether again; he must not continue with passive defense, Bologue needs to take the initiative.

The Flame of the Cauldron drags more steel along, no longer protecting around him, but instead charging forward like cavalry.

Steel cavalry against steel cavalry, the two currents collide, creating a vacuum zone through mutual consumption, and as Bologue’s side advances forward, this vacuum zone continues to push ahead.

Bologue moves counter to the current, advancing forward; lacking the Devil’s Protection, his own Ether is rapidly depleting, necessitating a swift resolution to the conflict.

Masses of Red Mercury gather before him, jagged Armor once again wraps around Bologue, he shouts out to his cavalry, igniting searing, dazzling explosions at the collision point of the currents.

The powerful explosions shake the heavens and earth; the metal in the core area is instantly heated red, and the ensuing waves carry debris, stirring up a blistering whirlwind that abruptly cuts through the confrontation between currents.

The impact of the explosion continues to expand outward, almost toppling Klan, repelling the still-rushing steel; this strike consumes nearly all of Bologue’s Red Mercury, but the effect is significant as he temporarily disrupts the oncoming currents.

Bologue breaks through the flames, sprinting madly toward Klan, his speed akin to a white phantom, and at this moment, Klan has steadied herself. She fearlessly tears off yet another Piercing Nail, her body begins to chill, an excess of blood loss bringing her the sensation of fear of dying and fainting.

Ether surges.

A new round of metallic tsunamis is imminent; the steel cavalry rushes ahead of Bologue, breaking through layers of obstacles, paving the way for his advance.

The shrill whistle echoes along the shore; Thunder awakens the sleeping warship, now propelled by the metallic tsunami, breaking through the iron curtain, heading straight for Bologue.

This already surpasses what a Prayer Believer can achieve; even for those with a broad and blunt inclination, this is too ridiculous.

Power comes at a price.

The blood soaked Klan’s eyeballs, and before Bologue could attack her, she was on the verge of dying from self-inflicted wounds, her abdomen a bloody mess. The blood-stained piercing nails circled around her, ready to join the torrent at any moment.

Bologue hurled the flame-shaped sword at the sliding warship, piercing through the rusted bow in a single strike, then stormed into the cabin, racing down the dimly lit corridor.

This place was filled with Klan’s Ether. Bologue temporarily couldn’t break through the Ethereum Mutual Exclusion to turn it into his own weapon. He charged like a mad bull, crashing through the iron walls along his path, moving straight from the bow to the stern.

Meanwhile, the ship’s structure continued to deform and collapse, trying to trap Bologue within.

Klan felt she had captured Bologue. The surrounding metal clung to the warship, and in her hands, the ship twisted and folded, collapsing into a gigantic iron ball. More metal layers repeatedly struck it, hammering it more robustly.

She did it.

A sharp sound resonated within the iron ball. A silver-white iron knight wielded a heavy great sword, chopping through all obstructions. The battered armor, with a fragment broken off the helm, allowed Bologue to see Klan. There was now nothing between them.

Klan was stunned for a moment, recalling bits of memories with Jorm, tormenting her spirit in exchange for boundless power.

The steel twisted into meters-long giant swords. Furious, Klan punched towards Bologue, followed by several giant swords flying towards him in mid-air.

Bologue’s movements slowed down. Klan, relying on the Touch of Erosion, was breaking through his armor. In a while, she would negate Ethereum Mutual Exclusion and fully control the Iron Armor on Bologue.

The armor crumbled into shards. Bologue decisively shed the armor, facing the giant swords with his bare body. Just before being hit, Bologue hurled the Phantom Dagger, instantly swapping places.

Fine silver threads connected the Phantom Dagger. Bologue’s figure rapidly flickered mid-air. With each Curved Path Shuttling, he retrieved the Phantom Dagger and shuttled again. This put a significant strain on his body, and after several times, he grew dizzy. But compared to the current enemy, all this was still within an acceptable range.

Bologue passed through layers of giant swords, a new flame-shaped sword forming in his hand. Klan realized she couldn’t stop Bologue’s approach and could only attempt to control the flame-shaped sword in his hand.

Both from the Commanding School, Klan used her broad blunt tendency, Touch of Erosion, and Protection to achieve a peculiar synergy, exerting comprehensive suppression on Bologue. Soon, the Ether belonging to Bologue on the flame-shaped sword was wiped clean. Klan broke through the Ethereum Mutual Exclusion limit and took control of Bologue’s flame-shaped sword.

Just as Klan was delighted, Bologue released the blade, clenching his fist.

Bologue had long noticed Klan’s ability to break through Ethereum Mutual Exclusion. The condensed flame-shaped sword was merely a feint to guide her to seize it. Bologue wasn’t someone who couldn’t kill without a weapon.

Ethereal Amplification made Bologue’s fist like a heavy hammer. Klan called upon the surrounding piercing nails, trying to harm Bologue, but at this moment, the disadvantage of her broad blunt tendency was revealed—Klan’s command speed was far too slow.

When Klan amassed her offensive, her relentless attacks could destroy anyone, but her weakness was also clear. She needed a long buildup before launching an attack.

Just as the piercing nails aimed at Bologue, the rushing heavy fist pierced through Klan’s chest. Klan’s eyes widened as if in disbelief.

The advantage of the narrow and sharp tendency was showcased at this moment. Bologue easily grabbed another flame-shaped sword; Klan attempted to invade and control the blade, but it was too late. Even with infinite Ether supporting her, this power couldn’t be exerted, rendering it useless.

The flame-shaped sword severed Klan’s left hand. Bologue immediately recognized the Alchemy Armament at work. The next moment, the flame-shaped sword sliced towards Klan’s head. Bologue showed no mercy and decapitated her with one swift strike.

The chaotic school of fish and the turbulent flood came to an apocalyptic end.

Klan’s head fell to the ground. Perhaps because she was about to die, the Devil’s protection faded, and that intense euphoria disappeared along with it. Afterwards, Klan felt a long-forgotten sorrow, and she cried excitedly.

The Joyous Desire Witch had taken away all of Klan’s sincere and intense emotions, leaving only a void.

Now, Klan finally regained it all.