Endless Debt Chapter 698 - 199: Dance of Chaos _3

Bai Ou caressed the brand of the sun, recognizing the source of this power, and let out eerie laughter from his mouth.

"I didn’t expect you to bear his mark," Bai Ou sounded even more excited, "In that case, I must make you one of us!"

Bai Ou’s sickly demeanor made Bologue feel nauseous. Before Bologue could curse, Bai Ou hysterically shouted.

"Listen to me, friend!"

Bai Ou’s expression turned maniacal. He interrupted Bologue’s words, grabbing his hair, and their foreheads collided heavily, eyes nearly touching, the bizarre black holes were right before them.

"Belphegor is deceiving you! Dead is dead! There is nothing, that endless poem is a conspiracy, and a hundred years later, no one will remember us!"

A great fear appeared on Bai Ou’s face. Even though he was now among the Undead, such an end still unsettled him.

"But she is different, she will grant us everything we desire while we’re alive, not promise it after death."

Bai Ou slapped Bologue’s face vigorously, trying to wake him up.

"Friend, no, brother, we are brothers, I would not deceive you, stop being a so-called Poet!"

Bai Ou shouted at the top of his voice, "Present joy is the only reality!"

In an instant, Bai Ou and Bologue seemed no longer to be mortal enemies at their meeting but rather brothers transcending blood ties. Bai Ou was advising Bologue, hoping he would find his way back.

Bologue took quite a while to figure out what was going on. All the clues pointed to one thing: Bai Ou was once a member of the Unfettered Poetry Society and once believed in Belphegor, but chose to betray in the end. He thought he himself was also one of Belphegor’s poets... Bai Ou believed the endless poem was a conspiracy, and he was saving himself because he was once like Bologue, in the same predicament.

Damn it, just a moment ago, you were fighting tooth and nail, and now you’re putting on a redemption act.

Bai Ou held Bologue’s hand tightly, his voice deeply moving, "Trust me, brother, that’s the life people should live."

Bologue did not answer, instead showing a disdainful smile as if deliberately provoking him.

Bai Ou’s voice trailed off, then he shouted in anger.

"What meaning is there left? Brother!"

He choked Bologue’s throat like a beast in despair, shouting as if he would devour Bologue whole.

"Newspapers, magazines, radio, movies, novels, opera... My God, there’s so much in this world that can replace poetry, what meaning does poetry have anymore!"

Bai Ou’s emotions shifted tumultuously, as if he was on the verge of collapse. He released Bologue, covering his head with both hands, blood seeping from the gaps of his nails, his whole face like melting wax, scarlet wax poured across his cheeks.

He shouted, "Meaningless!"

"You’re as pathetic as ever, Bai Ou."

The cold breeze carried a woman’s cool voice, almost as soon as Bai Ou heard it, a cold flash appeared, and then infinite pressure descended upon Bai Ou.

Bai Ou immediately knelt down. He tried to raise his head, but with a "crack," his head felt as if it was filled with cement, too heavy to lift, slamming straight to the ground, his neck bent at an eerie angle, staining a patch red.

The surrounding gravity suddenly increased dozens of times. What was easy for Bai Ou had now become terribly heavy and slow. Bai Ou laid his head, under tremendous pressure, blood continuously leaking from his mouth and nose, even under his eyes started showing crimson.

All the bones in his body were instantly crushed. His whole form twisted into a grotesque deformity as if run over by a steamroller.

"Hahaha!"

Even at this moment, Bai Ou laughed wildly. The massive Ether continually injected into the Alchemy Matrix, gradually giving him strength to resist the heavy pressure, raising his hideous and terrifying skull.

"Rest assured, my brother," Bai Ou said to Bologue, "I will never let Belphegor take you."

Bai Ou’s arm twisted backward, raising the blade and slashing toward Bologue’s heart.

In the darkness came the sound of a storm approaching. The pressure on Bai Ou vanished, the direction of force began to reverse, a powerful repulsive force pushed him to the other end, even the direction of the blood dripping changed.

Blood flowed out horizontally, weaving parallel red lines in the air.

"I will save your soul!"

Bai Ou roared, shattering Bologue’s heart with a single stroke, the force then harshly flinging him away.

The wailing of the storm approached, the Flying Knife split into a dense metallic storm. As it neared Bai Ou, the repulsive force also acted on the Flying Knife, doubling its speed, tearing through like innumerable slender white lights, in the crossing instant smashing Bai Ou’s body into pulp, and then this blurry mass of flesh was heavily plastered against the wall, soaking a large area red.

In the sticky, viscous flesh, a dim eyeless eyeball slowly wriggled, reflecting a woman’s face as Canary emerged from the darkness. She lifted her hand to press down, causing the force’s direction to turn vertically downward, the cage of gravity controlling Bai Ou, evenly crushing him into a puddle of meat pie.

Palmer closely followed behind Canary, the scattered Flying Knives merging back into one, returning to Palmer’s hand, with Duwa behind him.

At this moment, Duwa raised both his guns, aiming respectively at Ewen and Cinderella, thankful for these two unknown folks. In this makeshift team, Duwa finally encountered people of lower status than himself. Now, Duwa’s task was to keep watch over these two accidental participants in the conflict.