Endless Debt Chapter 671 - 182: 2 Messages

The wreckage of ships piled together, corridors filled with rust intertwined, and the woman rushed frantically between the dark cabins. Her face was full of fear, her body covered in wounds.

The woman couldn’t comprehend what she was truly facing, whether it was the melody disrupting her consciousness, or the roar tearing apart her sanity... All her methods seemed useless against him, even using all her strength merely slowed him down.

Bin died, Hansen died too, and the most tragic was Bell, who was crushed into pulp by the collapsing steel plate.

Thinking of that scene, the woman’s stomach churned violently, a strong urge to vomit rose from her throat. She opened her mouth, only to vomit stomach acids onto the ground.

The woman realized that the fear was steadily fading, replaced by waves of ecstasy flushing through her nerves. She clenched her fists, pounding the wall fiercely. At this moment, she didn’t need ecstasy, she needed fear, fear that would ignite all her survival instincts.

Only joy is eternal.

The woman supported herself against the wall, her chest heaving rapidly, her eyes filled with tears, yet a maniacal smile hung on her face.

She couldn’t detect the opponent’s ether reactions, but the woman knew that monster was still pursuing her, whether in tier or mastery over ether, that monster completely overwhelmed her, she had no chance of victory.

The woman gritted her teeth and moved forward, someone blocked her path, appearing like a ghost emerging from the darkness, letting out a hoarse laugh, leisurely approaching her.

The man was draped in a thin black robe, revealing a pale, sickly skin beneath, covered in scars and densely packed black stitches. His entire body seemed pieced together from corpse fragments.

He was extremely smooth and spotless, without a single hair, and his bald scalp bore sinister symbols, the patterns like snakes winding down his neck, spiraling around his spine.

"Bai... Bai Ou!"

The woman clearly recognized the newcomer, hope surged within her heart. If Bai Ou was here, he would certainly be able to hold off that monster.

Her steps became stumbling, unbalanced she fell before Bai Ou, grasping his black robe with pleading eyes.

"Oh, poor Twen."

Sympathy and sadness appeared on Bai Ou’s face, he wrapped his arms around Twen’s armpits, slowly lifting her up.

"Save me, Bai Ou, you can do it."

Twen’s face was filled with panic and delight, two entirely conflicting emotions appeared on her face, crying and laughing simultaneously.

"Don’t worry, I came here to rescue you."

Bai Ou’s tone was deep and slow, like an actor on stage. He gently stroked Twen’s long hair, separating the strands, his cold fingertips pressing against Twen’s neck.

Twen seemed to realize what Bai Ou intended to do; she widened her eyes, murmuring, "No... don’t do this, I beg you."

"What are you afraid of, Twen," Bai Ou shook his head puzzledly, "Isn’t this rescuing you?"

Twen realized her fate ahead, her body started trembling violently, fear made her sad, then an overwhelming ecstasy caressed Twen’s spirit, she even let out a moan.

"I will take you to that eternal paradise."

Bai Ou whispered beside Twen’s ear, and then his black robe enveloped Bai Ou’s body, dispersing into the air like a touch of black smoke.

Twen kneeled lonely on the ground, behind her came the footsteps of the Death God, a faint ethereal blue light flickered.

Twen’s gaze was hollow, the next instant, her senses amplified a thousand fold. She could clearly feel the breeze brushing her skin, savoring the penetrating cold, her palm pressing against the rusty iron sheet, the hard and sharp debris cutting her flesh like blades.

Pain was magnified to the extreme, nearly causing Twen to faint, then came a delightful ecstasy driving one to madness, like an ancient reproductive worship, Twen felt cleansed by a deity, ether overflowing from the Alchemy Matrix, the condensed ether arcs ceaselessly shining.

Twen slowly got up, looking at the ethereal blue light, excessive emotions overwhelmed her senses, at this moment Twen could hardly make any expression.

Raising her hand, Twen softly said, "Stop."

An invisible shockwave spread outwards, lifted dust and iron scraps between, tracing the path of the shockwave forward. Everyone encountering the shock would see chaotic illusions, their consciousness manipulated by distorted emotions.

The ethereal blue glow halted for a second, then continued forward, Lebius walked out of the darkness, expressionless.

"Stop!"

Twen raised her pitch slightly, the shockwave directly hit Lebius. In an instant, countless images flashed before Lebius’ eyes, with hordes of demons dancing.

The raised foot froze in mid-air—steadily landed down.

"Stop!"

Twen nearly screamed, her intensified senses and body pain formed a perfect cycle with the protection and secret energy; her ether strength already rivaled the Negative Power User.

This psychic shock was far stronger than before, piercing pain rang in Lebius’s mind, he slightly frowned, tilted his head, and his steps paused in place.

Then continued forward.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Twen repeatedly ordered, even shouting hoarsely, the Psychic Shock continued endlessly, layering upon itself to form a torrent of impact that completely engulfed Lebius.

Initially, Lebius was affected by hallucinations, but he quickly became accustomed to moving forward amidst the illusions and pain, gripping the Blade tightly, and the distance between him and Twen diminished continually.

"No no no! How is this possible!"

Lebius’s actions completely shattered Twen’s fantasy; she never imagined that someone could be entirely immune to the mind’s influence, and she couldn’t even shake him.

Lebius had no desire to explain much, walked up to Twen, raised the Blade, and split her skull with a single swing, as if deliberately slaughtering her, slicing through her neck and cutting off most of her chest.

The corpse fell to one side, the slightly twitching heart visible on the cross-section, with the lungs contracting violently, but soon they fell silent.

Lebius murmured to himself, "Is this satisfactory for you?"

"If possible, I wish your methods were even more brutal," another voice replied, "We must execute the traitors severely, right?"

He then praised, "Bologue has done very well on this point."

Lebius shook his head; unless necessary, he had no interest in satisfying a Devil’s curiosity.

The deep blue pupils were incredibly profound; if someone could meet Lebius’s gaze, they would vaguely see another silhouette within that depth.

"The battle is over, Belphegor," Lebius said, "You should leave."

"Use me up, and then discard me? You really are heartless."

Lebius remained silent; similarly, unless necessary, he didn’t want to engage in too much conversation with Belphegor.

In the long silence, Belphegor was the first to break it, "The battle is far from over, Lebius."

"Where is the enemy?"

Lebius’s words were always so straightforward and crisp.

"You will know soon enough."

After Belphegor spoke, there was a slight sting in Lebius’s mind, with some noise directly ringing in his ears, followed by that familiar voice.

"This is Yuriel, calling the Special Operations Group."

Outside the Wrecked Ship Shore, bright headlights pierced through the rain, like a steel serpent moving straight along the tracks.

In the swaying car at the end, Yuriel closed her eyes, her body fully connected with electrode circuits, and a surplus of information traversed through her mind constantly, making her feel like an overloaded machine, her body slightly warm.

"This is Lebius, I can hear you."

Hearing Lebius’s voice, Yuriel felt a burst of joy, as the upcoming decision could only be made by Lebius.

Yuriel straightforwardly said, "A piece of good news and a piece of bad news."

She didn’t wait for Lebius to guess, directly responding, "The Order Bureau has sent a message; we have found Gold."

Yuriel’s voice struck like a boulder into Lebius’s mind; he hadn’t expected results so quickly from this mission.

"Where is he?"

"On the Paradise, currently in the hands of the navigator, Nolen Motley."

"Is he being held hostage?"

"No, according to the report, Nolen discovered Gold, who is still unconscious, and... something suspected to be an artifact of the ancients is also beside Gold."

Yuriel’s mind was silent for a few seconds before Lebius’s voice came through again.

"What are Nolen’s demands?"

Such things were easy to guess, Lebius thought.

"He demands the Order Bureau to protect his brother, Hert Motley, from the hands of the Tide People."

This demand left Lebius bewildered, and Yuriel continued, "Then there’s the bad news."

"According to Nolen, the Tide People are about to launch an attack on the Wrecked Ship Shore, aiming to completely eradicate Hert."

Just as Yuriel’s words fell, Lebius detected the faint sound of artillery, and then shells pierced through cabins and ships, as successive explosions turned the shore into a sea of fire.