Endless Debt Chapter 709 - 202: Illusory Pain_2

The agent from the board did not lie. In a place Nolen could not see, Hert was nurturing a terrifying conspiracy, and it was all his own fault.

"Nolen!"

Amidst Lula’s exclamation, the torrents of rushing water seeped through the cracks, rapidly widening the fracture. The roaring current then surged into the cabin, knocking down people in the corridor, pinning them firmly against the walls.

The intense Ether reactions became clear, with rumbling booms drawing near from afar. Even in this icy water, the monsters did not forget to slaughter each other.

The dark hue of the water’s surface took on a tinge of blood, and the water level rose swiftly, leaving them little space to move. If they didn’t act soon, they would suffocate and die.

"Lula! Get them out of here!"

Nolen instructed, while at the same time, a bright light burst in his eyes.

"What about you?"

Lula knew what Nolen intended to do, she tried to hold him back, but all she saw was his silhouette moving against the current.

...

The icy seawater filled his mouth, and within a second, the dull, long echoes in his ears became clear, like cold blades scraping against each other, emitting sharp screeches.

Bologue was pushed by the torrent, colliding back and forth in the corridor. His body was cut by broken metal, with some pieces piercing into him.

His blood, Bai Ou’s blood, everyone’s blood converged into this furious stream, uncertain about where they would end up.

In his daze, Bologue could hear Bai Ou’s maddening laughter, filled with resentment. He remembered tearing Bai Ou into pieces and wondered if he had swallowed pieces of Bai Ou’s flesh in this turmoil, and if Bai Ou might resurrect within him.

After constant trial and error, Bologue still hadn’t quite grasped the nature of Bai Ou’s immortality. Even if he chopped Bai Ou into mince, the guy would stand up again, unlike Bologue, who needed some time to rest after consuming Ether.

No... Perhaps Bai Ou also needs to consume Ether to resurrect, but Protection·Chaotic Joy ensured he never had to worry about his Ether reserves. So what about the rest period? In his repeated resurrections, was there a period when he couldn’t fight?

The terrifying force coming from the roaring seawater was accompanied by Bai Ou’s mad laughter. The seawater scattered the battlefield, but this did not stop Bai Ou from indiscriminately releasing Secret Energy, inflicting endless pain on everyone.

Bologue felt countless corpses crashing into him. He was back on that battlefield, with endless bodies falling from the burning sky, like a storm of flesh and blood, more like dead flocks of birds.

"Those sutures!"

Aimou’s voice echoed in his mind. She was not just backup energy; she was like an external brain, thinking while Bologue focused entirely on combat.

"Right! Something’s off with those sutures!"

With Aimou’s prompt, Bologue finally caught the fleeting mosquito-like hints, the blurred points of light became clear.

Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid forged into a sword in his hand, Bologue roughly nailed it into the walls along the way, stabilizing himself, enduring the intense pain, searching for Bai Ou’s location, intending to kill him once more.

Bologue murmured, "There has to be some flaw in Bai Ou’s immortality. Maybe those sutures are what he’s using to cover up that flaw."

Amidst endless phantom pains, a indistinct voice echoed in his mind. Bologue recognized who it was. His voice was weak but he still shouted with all his might.

"Bologue! Duwa found a way to kill Bai Ou!"

The Bone-breaking Knife embedded in the wall, one hand gripping the hilt to stabilize himself, while the other grabbed Duwa’s waist to keep him from being swept away by the current. This poor guy didn’t have a Whistle; now he was forced to say one sentence, and Geoffrey had to repeat it for him.

"The sutures on his body!" Duwa shouted, the circle of light around his eye shining brightly, "I saw it, every time he’s chopped into pieces, those sutures activate on their own, stitching his flesh back together."

"Inside the sutures is another Alchemy Matrix, one that cannot be fathomed. This means it’s likely a Contract Object, one that helps him maintain immortality. Destroying the sutures might suppress him!"

Geoffrey repeated Duwa’s words, "Do you understand, Bologue?"

"What a coincidence, I just realized this too."

Bologue commanded more steel, hanging himself from the ceiling, avoiding the torrent’s sweep.

"Looks like having an Alchemist around is indeed crucial."

Bologue wasn’t joking. They excelled in combat, but knew very little about the more complex alchemical knowledge, let alone identifying loopholes in battle.

With new intel, Bologue was filled with energy. He asked in the Heart Core Net, "Where’s Palmer? He’s not dead, right?"

"Not dead."

Palmer’s voice sounded in his mind, followed by a bubbling sound. Bologue shook his head and thought, forget it, Palmer had exerted enough effort for today.

Bologue promised Geoffrey, "I’ll find a way to handle him."

Geoffrey responded solemnly. Beside him, Duwa quivered and said, "So, was I useful or not?"

Seeing Geoffrey didn’t reply immediately, Duwa hesitated and considered what else he could do. Then, as if driven by some impulse, he covered Geoffrey’s abdominal wound with his hand to stop the bleeding.

The two exchanged a glance—Geoffrey’s face was full of confusion and stupor. He never expected that such a foolish act, one only Palmer could pull off, could be done by another person. Seeing Geoffrey so serious, Duwa’s face oddly lit up with a blunt and silly grin.