Endless Debt

Sometimes, Bologue would often dream of such a scene, imagining that if one day he found that mysterious Devil and reclaimed his soul, he would be freed from the curse of immortality, and his life would finally come to an end.

Bologue wasn't certain if that moment would be hundreds, thousands of years later, yet he constantly wondered what his feelings would be when that day arrived.

Would he be angry at death, lost in confusion over everything he's done in this life?

At the conclusion of each contemplation, Bologue would always arrive at one result. He would comfortably lie on the sofa, listening to his favorite music. If possible, he would leisurely browse through photo albums and reminisce about his lifelong journey, then... end.

Bologue would calmly accept the advent of it all, considering it romantic, cool.

But that was many years later; for now, Bologue couldn't stop.

Amid the deafening roars, the surrounding buildings began a second collapse. Bologue's first round of explosions heavily damaged the Void Realm and shook its foundations. Under the wild growth of decaying roots and sprouts, these fleshy tentacles, like dense vines, tightened around the heavy rocks, covering them with flesh all while pulling them apart.

One by one, giant trees of flesh shot up from the earth, the trunks covered in engorged lumps, the branches lifting rock masses brimming with veins. Amidst the intense stench of blood, cultists launched a counterattack within their domain of flesh.

The cultists capable of joining the battle were mostly First Stage Condensers. Their own tiers weren't high, but under the protection of decaying roots and sprouts, even severely injured, they could quickly devour flesh and rise again under the Crimson Queen's shield.

During evasion, Bologue had engaged with several cultists. Fortunately, he'd gained experience beforehand, and when dealing with these cultists, Bologue aimed to tear them apart as much as possible.

Regular stabs and slashes had little effect on the cultists. As long as their shells remained relatively intact, they could stand up relying on the shield.

Endless blood and flesh brought forth by the decaying roots.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid violently pierced the cultists' bodies, planting seeds of steel, and then transformed into countless Iron Thorns, tearing the cultists' bodies into fragments and blood mist.

The cultists gradually noticed Bologue's presence, splitting off some people to attack him. Ether surged amidst the blood, and hoarse beastly roars rang out.

Relying on the Crimson Queen's shield, for these cultists, the most suitable Secret Energy school was evidently the Ascent Body school.

For this reason, Bologue mainly encountered cultists from this school, transformed into various bizarre beasts, gradually losing their human forms. They differed little from the flesh monsters born out of decaying roots.

Bologue was no longer the newcomer to the Extraordinary World; though he hadn't worked for long, he felt capable enough to handle these guys.

"Need amplification?"

Aimou asked softly, noticing the cultists encircling Bologue, his pressure mounting.

"No, just maintain normal Ether output. I'll tell you when I need Ether,"

Bologue rejected Aimou's suggestion. To deal with these cultists, he felt it wasn't necessary to unleash full strength yet.

A swarm of snakes crawled over Bologue's body, layers of Scale Armor wrapping him into a silver-white Knight. But this silver-white didn't last long; it was soon drenched in blood due to the frantic battle. Moreover, this blood possessed highly active properties, attempting to penetrate the Iron Armor and devour Bologue's flesh.

At this moment, Aimou's role became evident. As the creator of the Deceitful Snake Scale Silver, in the state of a Shared Chord Body, she could rely on Bologue's body to influence the Deceitful Snake Scale Silver to a certain extent. When Bologue hadn't time to repair the Iron Armor, Aimou would control it for him.

In a way, Bologue could be seen as having a dual focus: he was responsible for smashing the enemies' skulls with his hammer, while Aimou protected him from the enemies' major blows.

Hoarse roars sounded as beast-transformed cultists swung their sharp claws, easily stirring up a whirlwind.

The Alchemy Matrix burst forth with rapid brilliance, and under Ethereal Amplification, Bologue's speed soared, dodging the attack while swinging the snake swarm. The steel took on a soft quality, like a fluttering silver ribbon, but upon striking the beast-transformed cultists, it solidified into deadly Whip Blades.

Crimson wounds split across flesh. Yet the most formidable aspect of the Ascent Body school was the body's strength, rendering Bologue's attacks insufficient to kill them.

But Bologue wasn't anxious, feeling little pressure despite the grim situation. He was well-armed at the moment.

Bologue, in the state of a Shared Chord Body, was already in his strongest form. Not to mention having the indiscriminate protection of the Tyrant.

No, not just him, but also Aimou. It could be said that currently, two layers of protection were augmenting Bologue. In terms of Ether intensity, Bologue felt no different from the Prayer Believers, perhaps even superior.

In this perfect state and amidst such dire circumstances, what could Bologue still say?

"Let the massacre begin!"

Bologue shouted excitedly, with no intention of evasion, swinging his blade towards the formidable enemy.

The first beastly cultist charged at Bologue with a group of flesh creatures, much like Belli whom he had encountered before. Belli could transform into a giant bear, while this cultist resembled more of a bear-wolf hybrid creature.

Bologue didn't think too much, swinging his blade to decapitate one of the flesh creatures. His long blade transformed into an iron spear, piercing through several flesh creatures, driving their still-alive bodies into the wall.

The distance was closing, and Bologue engaged in battle with this first wave of enemies. Fangs and claws, violent clashes added more scratches to Bologue's armor.

Aimou infused ether into the armor constructed from Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, making it even more robust. Bologue then swung a heavy punch, first smashing through the chest cavity of a flesh creature, and then swung his blade to decapitate a second one.

The flesh creatures let out forlorn howls, but their sounds were abruptly silenced under Bologue's blade, as if a music record had suddenly been removed.

Bologue thought there should be some music at this moment, but unfortunately, there was no broadcast system here. Otherwise, he would have really wanted to suggest this minor request to the Tyrant, who probably wouldn't refuse.

The bear-wolf cultist charged and Bologue turned to face the blow head-on, raising a round shield with one hand, while the other hand somehow gripped a short-barreled shotgun.

At this moment, Bologue had no need to save anything and pulled the trigger. The alchemy warhead easily penetrated the powerful hull, leaving a huge bloody hole in the cultist's abdomen, like a ruptured water bag, with entrails and foul blood pouring endlessly.

The enormous force carried by the alchemy warhead knocked him back, then the round shield transformed into a long halberd. The halberd blade mercilessly pierced into the abdominal wound, and the iron branch expanded, further crushing the cultist's entrails.

In the sharp wails, the cultist, bearing the long halberd, let it pierce through his body, with a distorted and repulsive face. His mouth, like a beast, gaped open, trying to bite off Bologue's head.

Withdrawing the long halberd, the metal severed his spine, causing his movement to pause for a few seconds. Bologue then delivered a punch along the abdominal wound.

Not only did Bologue's fist sink into the flesh, but also the short-barreled shotgun in his hand.

Pulling the trigger, with a muffled boom, the cultist's upper body, along with his head, exploded into numerous pieces of flesh, beyond dead.

Bologue bathed in blood, his silvery armor turning blood-red. Without time to catch his breath, another batch of flesh creatures surrounded him. Bologue turned and swung a throwing axe, chopping them down one by one on their heads.

The second cultist mingled among the flesh creatures, thinking he could hide his figure that way. Bologue, unhurriedly, replaced the ammo, and a Dragon Breath Bullet tore open a sea of flames in front of him, with countless figures writhing in agony within the flames.

Seeing that he was discovered by Bologue, the opponent, driven by secret energy, contorted into a bizarre beast, but Bologue was quicker. Before the opponent could launch an attack, Bologue leaped like a tiger, swinging a nail hammer down onto the opponent's head.

After a dull thud, the headless corpse stood frozen in place, still retaining a partly beastly form, but soon this sign began to wane, reverting to a normal human and then dying.

Taking a deep breath, Bologue was like an overheated machine, with waves of heat rising from the gaps in his armor.

"Have you been keeping count of how many there have been?" Bologue asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Forget it, start over," Bologue replied, shaking his head helplessly, smashing the flesh creature in front of him while mumbling.

"The first one!"

A long axe, after a brief flight, struck the cultist's chest, with the axe blade deeply embedded. Before the cultist could pull out the long axe, a crimson figure approached quickly, gripping the axe handle and lifting it with all his might, slicing through the chest and nearly cleaving the cultist's face.

Under swift slashing, this was probably the fourth, or possibly the fifth.

Bologue had severed yet another cultist's arm, kicking the cultist down the piled corpse mountain, his figure rolling, disappearing into the heavy crimson.

Another flesh creature lunged, and Bologue sidestepped it. While their figures crossed, he grabbed its body, stuffing its head into another flesh creature's mouth.

He thoughtfully delivered a heavy blow to the flesh creature's head, causing its jaw to close. It was unclear whether it bit through the other flesh creature's head or if Bologue's punch smashed both their heads, but after a nauseating blood stench, two headless bodies struggled and collapsed.

After the rage subsided, Bologue realized the surroundings had become much quieter, as if these monsters finally understood that he was invincible.

Looking at the broken and crimson Beast Fighting Arena, under this cruel selection, few were left inside, but due to their frenzied slaughter, they were all under the strong protection of the Tyrant.

On the high platform, Latis's fanatical expression was gone, his gaze, like dead water, observing everyone.