Endless Debt

Latis knew one thing clearly, he was dragged here, the Tyrant promised endless desire, making everyone reckless.

Indeed, from the beginning, there was no need for guards here; as long as the value was sufficient, every greedy buyer would become a loyal believer of the Tyrant.

I must admit, the Devil's words are immensely tempting, not everyone can maintain absolute rationality like Bologue.

Bologue also felt that perhaps it was his debtor status that exempted him from such influence, he had long seen through the Devil's essence and established a close umbilical bond.

But what Bologue didn't notice was the golden halo in his eyes repeatedly spinning, as if Aimou was contemplating something complex, something she found difficult to handle.

Their gazes overlapped, Aimou looked up at the high platform, at the Immortal Heart that was contained.

At this moment, the Immortal Heart was still in a sealed state, quartz was filled with cracks, yet it was still able to suppress its activity, Latis dared not directly touch the Immortal Heart, for that purpose, he summoned another believer, using his flesh as a carrier, stuffed quartz into his abdominal cavity.

The Blood Gate was being reconstructed, but its structure was somewhat too fragile, before it was completed, any slight influence would cause it to collapse, trapping Latis here.

Now the Scarlet Cult still held the advantage, but over time, this advantage would turn into danger.

Until now, Latis still felt a wave of fear, like a fierce beast hiding in the bushes watching you, that beast was not the Tyrant, but the Order Bureau.

Mad thoughts continually crashed in his mind, Latis looked down at the ground, his gaze penetrating layers of rock, looking into the depths of the Sea of Mist.

Latis began to contemplate another plan, another insane plan formulated from the beginning that would sacrifice everyone.

"Mother, why do you not watch over us?"

Latis murmured, praying for the Crimson Queen's power.

No one responded.

The faint sound of a man's mocking laughter came from beside his ear, amused by Latis's folly.

Here was the Tyrant's land, although many years ago, it belonged to another King, after his death, the man usurped control of it.

For many years, the Tyrant's power had penetrated every inch of the land, outsiders' power was difficult to interfere, even if that person was his siblings.

The scarlet world slightly agitated, Latis's eyes brightened, he expected something.

Suddenly, fallen bodies mysteriously crawled up, even with limbs severed, they struggle and wriggle on the ground, as if a supreme command was given, they crawled densely toward the high platform, the bizarre scene made everyone pause.

The bodies tangled with each other, they squeezed together, constructing a frame of flesh.

Blood flowed inversely, poured through the gaps between bodies, next formed a membrane of blood, spreading inside the frame, becoming a crimson mirror.

A look of joy flashed in Latis's eyes, Mother had not abandoned him after all, the mad power spread in the door, the blood-colored mirror boiled, like an inverted surface of water.

"Go!"

Latis shouted to the cultist carrying the Immortal Heart, but despite the order, the person struggled to move.

The Immortal Heart was too heavy.

This weight was not physical, but psychological, even though separated by sealing quartz and using one's flesh as a carrier, the power emanating from the Immortal Heart still weighed heavily on the cultist's breath.

The entire person's consciousness began to be hazy, shattered, nerves tortured by twisted power, endless pain inflicted upon them.

This was power not meant for ordinary people to steal, it belonged solely to that once glorious but now fallen and wicked existence.

Calamity.

"Bishop…"

The cultist made a hoarse sound, the protection of flesh rebirth no longer, his body visible to the naked eye began to shrivel, taken by the heart in his abdominal cavity that full life force.

He stretched out that withered arm seeking help from Latis, but there was no hint of compassion in Latis's eyes, he knew very well he could not linger any further.

These people were all sacrifices to reclaim the Immortal Heart, as long as Latis and the Immortal Heart could get away, it was fine.

Enduring the fear in his heart, Latis reached out to the cultist, but just as he was about to touch, an explosion sound came from one side of the Beast Fighting Arena, the road once blocked by boulders was reopened.

Bologue looked with some anticipation there, he guessed it was Palmer, there were only two variables in the Beast Fighting Arena, one was him, the other was Palmer.

Damn it, in his kill frenzy, he forgot about this bastard being part of the mission, and didn't know where he went.

The ether that emerged afterward revealed the identity of the other party.

Power far beyond that of a Condenser was unleashed from the smoke and dust. Judging by the strength of this ether, Bologue accurately determined the opponent's tier.

Another Negative Power User.

More ether reactions arose; the opponent was not just a Negative Power User but also a Prayer Believer and a Condenser.

Latis turned his head to look in the direction of the ether reaction. A blurry phantom rose from the smoke and dust, and the illusory giant swung its long blade towards the high platform. As it swung, the phantom long blade kept solidifying until it finally became a real entity.

"You bastard!"

In fury, Latis ordered the rotten roots. The rising fleshy tendrils were cut down one by one, but ultimately, they still managed to hold up the descending long blade.

Fiery flames erupted at this moment, as if a dragon was breathing towards the high platform. The flames easily burned all flesh along the path to ashes, and the bright light stretched everyone's shadows into impossibly thin lines.

Bologue could only watch everything unfolding in a daze. The flames ended with a thundering explosion on the high platform, destroying even the laboriously built Blood Gate.

As the smoke and dust cleared, these unwelcome guests were revealed. They wore identical silver masks adorned with numerous patterns and hollows, looking like skulls affixed to their faces.

"Perfect timing."

Nade withdrew his hand, and the rolling flames dissipated in his grasp.

Sharp eyes swept over the bloodied Beast Fighting Arena. Everyone was exhausted from the slaughter, and they appeared at the most opportune moment.

Bologue quickly retreated, hiding among the collapsed ruins, carefully observing these newcomers.

Clearly, they were not members of the Order Bureau, nor were they with the Crimson Sect. A new force had joined this chaotic battle, or rather, they had been here from the beginning but chose to act now.

A sea of fire ignited on the high platform, and in the flames, Latis's eyes were crimson as he looked at these people, his face twisted with extreme rage.

"Who are you?"

"Oh? A Crimson Bishop?"

Nade glanced at Latis, judging his identity based on the strength of the ether around him and his command over the rotten roots.

In response, Nade merely chuckled, showing no intention of answering Latis. Boiling flames surged in his hands again, and the heat contracted into a pinpoint of light.

The light collapsed and imploded, and in an instant, an even slenderer stream of fire engulfed Latis, consuming him in flames that turned his form into a charred black shell in the extreme heat.

Bologue felt a sinking feeling; it was the first time he had witnessed the power of a Negative Power User firsthand.

From Nade's power, it seemed that his Secret Energy involved the Illusion Creation school, creating fire in the void, and his flames were exceedingly violent and devastating.

After columns of black smoke rose, a tremor-inducing shiver echoed, and the blackened shell slowly quivered, then cracked, leaking thick blood and countless flesh buds from the gaps.

The shell fell away piece by piece, revealing Latis's hateful face once more.

Negative Power Users were not easy to kill, especially not Latis, a Crimson Bishop.

Nade looked a bit surprised; the Third Seat had anticipated the Crimson Sect would interfere, which was why he was sent. Nade's flames had a formidable destructive power against flesh.

It seemed he had underestimated these cultists, yet everything remained under control. Nade stepped forward, his voice casting back.

"I'll handle him; you guys secure the Immortal Heart."

Behind Nade, the rest of the squad surfaced. Jia Meng held a crimson Secret Sword in one hand and a heavy iron box in the other.

They paid no mind to anyone else in the Beast Fighting Arena. Nade believed that with their arrival, the battle was decided, and no one could resist their power.

Nade unleashed the fiery stream again, illuminating the entire Beast Fighting Arena, as Jia Meng and the other team members rushed to the high platform.

Under the impact of the flames, the cultist who served as the vessel had long been reduced to death. Within the withered body, flesh and quartz clung together, where the Immortal Heart lay still.

Bologue watched all this tensely, unsure of what was happening, but he remembered his mission; he must not let the Immortal Heart fall into their hands.

"Aimou, be ready to go all out."

Bologue spoke as layers of Iron Armor tightly enveloped him, transforming him into a silent iron knight.