Endless Debt Chapter 692 - 198: Refraction of the Soul

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing Bai Ou stop, Hert asked in confusion.

Bai Ou did not reply, his gaze under the black robe lingered long in the space beyond the dim light, as if resonating with it, the depths of darkness echoed with a sinister resonance.

Bai Ou’s voice was clear, "Nothing, just noticed some interesting things."

Hert focused on the road ahead, they had already reached the outskirts of the core region, the entire iron wall shone with a faint light, neither slashes nor shots could leave a trace on it.

The Void Realm of the Paradise was divided into layers, and now Hert and Bai Ou had already broken through to the penultimate layer, once they breached this barrier, they could advance unimpeded into the core region, cut off Gold’s arm, and reclaim the primal object.

At the thought of this, a twisted pleasure surged in Hert’s heart,

Nolen and Gold were hiding behind this barrier, Hert could imagine his brother shivering in fear, he was never good at combat, every childhood fight ended with Hert’s inevitable victory.

This time would be no different.

Hert assessed, "He’s turtled up defensively, likely waiting for the Raging Tide Squad’s reinforcements."

"Then he’s unlikely to get them."

Bai Ou chuckled, he knew Hert’s schemes.

Hert had lured Lebius towards the Wrecked Ship Shore, which happened to collide with the Raging Tide Squad, considering the board’s firm stance, the Raging Tide Squad would definitely open fire without hesitation, indiscriminately destroying everyone, inevitably dragging Lebius into the fray.

Bai Ou guessed Lebius should be engaging the Raging Tide Squad right now, he just wasn’t sure who would survive... he believed Lebius had a greater chance.

"Be cautious, there might still be Order Bureau people here."

Hert remembered Geoffrey, unsure if he was dead or alive, but Geoffrey’s appearance undoubtedly proved one thing, Lebius didn’t fully trust him, he had planted forces on this side of Paradise too.

"Hmm..."

Bai Ou responded perfunctorily, his gaze still locked into the distant darkness, excitement rising in his eyes, fingers sliding over scarred skin, his sharp nails tore the black stitching, easily piercing into the flesh.

Hert knew what Bai Ou was doing, he removed the line from Bai Ou’s body, the pain and hallucinations in his mind had already exhausted Hert, he didn’t want to dwell on Bai Ou’s perverse behavior.

Bai Ou’s body was entirely composed of shattered flesh, bound tightly together by black stitching, beneath the torn stitches lay fresh blood and flesh, blood seeping out, his fingers stirring the flesh with force, bringing waves of pleasure and strength.

Bai Ou’s breathing became rapid, his eyes fervent and frenzied, his chest heaving heavily, his words becoming incoherent.

"Wait a moment for me."

Bai Ou said to Hert, "There’s something I’m interested in."

Hert nodded silently, turning his back on Bai Ou, if not for his wife and children, Hert wouldn’t want any involvement with these lunatics.

Fortunately, it would all end soon, Hert was just a step away from clearing his debts.

Others were still busy before the iron wall, hammering alchemy equipment into the iron wall, then the glow of the Void Realm began to twist and distort, this kind of scene was happening in many places on Paradise, they were not only conquering the Void Realm but also distorting it bit by bit.

Hert didn’t understand what they were doing, he just needed to wait patiently and then wield his blade.

A cold gust brushed past his neck, Hert turned around, only to find Bai Ou had vanished, leaving only the sound of footsteps echoing from the darkness.

...

Bologue remained silent, striding briskly through the dark passage, now even Bologue wasn’t sure where he was, surrounded by cold iron walls, watertight doors sealing off one compartment after another, he was like a lost rat, trudging blindly through the ducts.

In the silence, Aimou asked with concern, "Bologue, are you okay?"

Aimou could sense Bologue’s shifting emotions, now Bologue’s mind felt heavy and oppressive, like a thousand pounds burdening his shoulders.

"I’m a bit uneasy."

Bologue admitted his thoughts frankly to Aimou, "I have an inkling that something’s not right, but I can’t discern what’s off."

The world was undergoing a change he had never seen before, he could vaguely sense these things, yet his inability to truly grasp the problem left him anxious and puzzled.

Ether tides, primal objects, memories of past lives...

Bologue felt there was an invisible thread connecting these clues, but when he tried to seize it, it slipped easily from his grasp, like an uncatchable specter.

The golden circles in his eyes brightened slightly, the incandescent gold glow intertwined with Bologue’s azure alchemy matrix, as if two alchemy matrices were overlapping.

"Bologue..."

Aimou’s voice sounded in his ear, as if she was leaning on his shoulder.

Bologue nodded lightly, removing the Iron Armor from his body, a heavy Round Shield was forged in his hand, he hunched forward, assuming a defensive stance.

"I sensed it too."

Something was approaching, moving quickly, the sound reverberated in the passage, the swift and urgent "swish swish" was audible.