Endless Debt Chapter 696 - 199: A Riot of Demons

In the swirling wind and rain, the Paradise pitched and swayed upon the wave-tossed sea, like a leaf floating on the water or a dying giant whale, flames burning within its belly, countless maggots writhing within, devouring its remnants ravenously.

After an unknown number of explosions, the Paradise’s angle of tilt became larger, the heavy hull pressing towards the dock like a collapsing iron curtain, metal colliding with concrete, and after a sound of shattering, the giant’s fall finally ceased.

Malevolent forces expanded and spread within the Paradise, as the Zongge Orchestra gradually corrupted the Void Realm that enveloped it, transforming it into another, even more frenzied force. Then another explosion erupted from the side of the Paradise, this time blasting a hole in the hull, the surging seawater flooding inside, submerging countless cabins.

The Paradise gradually regained its balance thanks to this explosion, the tilting hull starting to restore itself, while inside that labyrinthine ship, the battles among monsters remained unfinished.

Two figures sped swiftly, one chasing the other, effortlessly piercing sturdy iron walls, dashing back and forth between cabins, followed by thunderous explosions in their wake, flames engulfing corridors, whistling past.

The distance between the figures closed rapidly, then overlapped, high concentrations of Ether clashing against each other, luminescent ripples spreading in all directions, all material touched disintegrating under the powerful impact.

Ether erupted like a volcano, arcs and sparks interwoven and attracted, azure flames shot up, penetrating several deck layers, then shattered steel collapsed inward, as if a singularity within attracted all things, freezing steel together, then sliced apart by the high-pitched Ether.

Bologue didn’t know how many layers of iron walls he had crashed through, his figure finally collapsing in a heap of ruins, grotesque and terrifying wounds blooming on his chest, almost gutting Bologue open.

Heat wafted from the exposed flesh, blood gushing and puddling on the ground, Bologue’s breath ragged, his body convulsing repeatedly, as if suffering cruel electrocution.

In his blurred vision, Bologue could see the leisurely Bai Ou strolling over, his pallid skin covered with unhealed wounds, his entire neck flattened by a sharp Blade, a charred arm carrying a morbid head, those dull eyes staring at Bologue.

"Such exhilaration!"

Bai Ou lifted his own head, repositioning it onto his severed neck, black stitching akin to some Alchemy Armament curled around, sewing the head back onto the body.

Bologue ultimately could not withstand Bai Ou, the Undying Body can endure limitless pain and death, while the Protection·Chaotic Joy converts all this into pure Ether.

One could say Bai Ou was practically a walking Ether engine, and additionally, he was in the Negative Power Tier, sustained by an endless stream of Ether, Bai Ou was perpetually at his peak.

Even with all his efforts, against such a formidable foe beyond understanding, Bologue eventually succumbed, besides severe physical injuries, he also had to endure mental torment.

Bologue did not admit defeat, as he bore the amplified pain by thousands-fold, he continued to gaze at Bai Ou, contemplating Bai Ou’s Undying Nature.

Today, Bologue had encountered many Undead, their Undying Natures varied, each with faults of different degrees.

Even his so-called Gift of Immortality·Reversing Axis had the flaw of Ether consumption and the short-term inability to die frequently, what about Bai Ou then?

As a fellow Debtor possessing the gift of immortality, what did Bai Ou offer to the Joyous Desire Witch?

Within the near-inescapable cycle of the Undying Body and Protection·Chaotic Joy, Bologue’s only chance of victory was to find Bai Ou’s flaw and breach the cycle starting from there.

Apart from this, Bologue had only two points left to leverage for a turnaround, Bai Ou was unaware that he too was an Undead, and there was Aimou hidden within himself.

Truth be told, Bologue didn’t know what use Aimou could provide in this intricate situation, but it was like a kind of expectation, what if she could offer a surprise?

Bai Ou stopped not far away, Bologue thought it was Bai Ou keeping a safe distance, but in reality, Bai Ou believed this was the perfect viewing distance to admire someone struggling to die.

"Who are you?"

Bai Ou asked the lingering Bologue, to this point, Bai Ou still did not understand, why he felt a subtle kinship with Bologue.

But this guy indeed had brought Bai Ou a considerable surprise, as a Prayer Believer, Bologue’s fighting prowess was astonishing, for other Negative Power Users, if careless, they could indeed be killed by Bologue.

Bologue did not respond, the twisted agony drilled into his mind like an electric drill, he clenched his teeth tightly, afraid that opening his mouth, he might whimper out.

Bologue understood people like Bai Ou, waiting eagerly for the moment he would scream.

Aimou and Bologue endured it all together, with Bologue bearing the physical trauma, Aimou could spare some focus to analyze Bai Ou’s powers.