Endless Debt Chapter 711 - 202: Illusory Pain_4

"He is my mistake, one that needs to be corrected."

Belphegor said, looking at Bologue, "Likewise, he is also a traitor, a traitor who needs to be executed."

In Belphegor’s always lazy demeanor, Bologue saw a rare anger. If Bai Ou were only betraying Belphegor, he might not care much; such betrayal is too common among Devils. But Bai Ou didn’t just betray; he almost completely destroyed the Unfettered Poetry Society, severing the endless verses, something Belphegor absolutely wouldn’t tolerate.

The rest need not be said; this was a deal, a cold deal. If Bologue accepted Belphegor’s power, he would be able to withstand the impact of the Injury of Bliss, but he would also have to deliver Bai Ou’s head to Belphegor.

"It’s a profitable deal, Bologue."

Seeing Bologue remain silent, Belphegor continued, "It’s just temporary protection, after which, there’ll be no relation between us."

"Really no relation?"

Listening to Belphegor, Bologue sneered, "Do you believe what you just said?"

Bologue ridiculed Belphegor without reservation; though he didn’t know the specifics between Belphegor and Bai Ou, he wouldn’t easily trust Devils after all he had been through.

The light above faded, and with it, Belphegor’s figure disappeared into the darkness. Belphegor knew what kind of person Bologue was, speaking further would just be endless nonsense.

The noise returned, and the bloody Hell was near at hand. Bai Ou approached Bologue along the stream. In Bologue’s hallucination, at this moment, Bai Ou had become the Hell’s grand lord, his skeletal body adorned with hideous human skin, while fat and muscle tissue were exposed, filling the gaps of the body; skeletons opened wide mouths, roaring and spewing sparks.

Bai Ou raised a longsword formed by twisted and entwined spines, swinging the judgment of sin towards Bologue.

In an instant, pain and illusion reached a peak; besides suffering, Bologue almost lost all perception, yet he kept his eyes wide open, staring at Bai Ou’s grotesque face.

"Pain... it’s just an illusion."

Bologue admonished himself, and like a caged beast, he let out the same roar towards Bai Ou, leaping out from the water. Even facing Hell’s grand lord, he still summoned knives, guns, swords, and halberds.

Slaying the King.

A hook pierced from Bai Ou’s armpit, the long spear penetrated his arm, a giant axe chopped at his shoulder, nearly cleaving half his body; crossed swords cut through Bai Ou’s chest, followed by thorn-filled chains, lashing Bai Ou’s whole body, tearing the robe, ripping the skin, exposing scarlet muscle tissue directly into the seawater, causing Bai Ou to laugh in intense pain.

With sheer will, Bologue resisted this mortal strike; he did not need the protection of the Devil, for he himself was his own eternal labor.

With each blow, Hell’s grand lord’s form filled with fissures, like overlapping film, Bologue shattered the illusion, gradually revealing the real world.

Bologue saw the bloody Bai Ou clearly, and also saw the stab piercing through his own heart.

Bai Ou’s hand emerged from Bologue’s back, holding a still beating heart, smiling nastily at Bologue, gripping it hard, crushing it into a mass of foul blood.

Bologue’s body froze in place, but the next moment he defied life and death, moving again, all stored Soul Shards burning fiercely at that moment, the Ether appearing from nowhere forcibly continued his actions, and even the edges of the fatal wound on his chest shimmered with Ether light.

Etherealization.

Foolish and clumsy imitation, but at this moment it was enough.

Another cold blade pierced Bai Ou’s chest from behind, the Canary cursed Bai Ou, "You’ll regret having the Undying Body."

Bai Ou let out a sneer, his actions disdainful, indifferent to life and death.

He was always in a drunken state, his demeanor filled with madness and fervor, like a mentally impaired patient. But in the following instant, Bai Ou’s dark eyes suddenly had a touch of light.

Amid the tide of pleasure brought by the sensory stimulation, that rising and falling soul briefly climbed ashore, only to be swept back into the deep sea by the waves.

"I already regret it."

The Canary couldn’t believe it as she looked at Bai Ou; she suspected she had heard wrong, yet the Bai Ou before her returned to the frenzied appearance, as if that serene repentance before was just an illusion.

Unwavering, she continually infused Ether into the dagger, triggering the Alchemy Matrix upon it.

Alchemy Armament: Tooth of Deathly Silence.

Gray chains appeared out of nowhere, heavily wrapped around Bai Ou, completely sealing his rising Ether, meanwhile applying Thousand Jin Power to crush Bai Ou into pulp.

Bologue extended the Touch of Erosion, grasping those serpentine sutures in a twisted, ferocious cluster of blood and flesh.

With the power of the Alchemy Armament, Bologue’s Ether swiftly invaded the sutures, a surge of Power of Evil and Strange expanded from them, the ends of the sutures even reversed piercing into Bologue’s flesh, rapidly traversing.

Bologue took a deep breath, mustered his strength, and forcibly pulled all the sutures out from Bai Ou’s body, like sharp fishing nets. As the sutures detached, Bai Ou’s body shattered completely into fragmentary pieces.

Each piece of flesh maintained sufficient activity, yet they could not be put together, while the Canary severed Bai Ou’s head, holding it in hand, Bologue then used his last strength to order steels to cast the fractured flesh into a coffin.

With power exhausted, Bologue lost all strength, and even his robust will became weary. The flow washed over his body; just as he was about to swept under the ship, a hand grasped him.

Aimou laboriously pulled Bologue, ensuring he wouldn’t be swept away while tugging on the sutures, these bizarre threads, seemingly alive, seeking flesh to take hold.

They attempted to burrow into Aimou’s body but were hindered by resilient metal, the Steel Body being unexpectedly useful under certain conditions, like Aimou wouldn’t drown.

More and more tides flooded the cabin, the water level rising. Despite the crisis, Aimou couldn’t help but relax.

The Canary stood atop the Iron Coffin Bologue had formed, Tooth of Deathly Silence pierced through Bai Ou’s temple, held in the Canary’s hand like a trophy.

With Bai Ou restrained, this mad feast seemed finally coming to an end.

Aimou breathed a long sigh of relief, yet suddenly a sharp shriek sounded.

Bai Ou, pierced by the dagger, opened his mouth wide, like an ominous bird reporting, blood flowed endlessly from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

Bai Ou cried hoarsely, a sharp sound piercing all iron walls and tides, vowing to drag everyone into Hell.

In the turbulent cross-rushing ship’s bottom, Hert swam upwards vigorously, glimpsing dim light scattering from above water. As Hert surfaced from underwater, it was as if traversing a blurred reality, arriving in a dreamscape where a woman with a girl stood by the shore, smiles lighting up their faces.

The woman nodded to Hert, while the girl swiftly ran over, embracing Hert, a childish voice ringing out.

"Welcome back, Daddy."