Endless Debt

Chapter 1330 - 102: The Cornerstone of Sacrifice

To many people, Bologue is nothing but a ruthless executioner, easily taking lives, but in reality, Bologue holds the concept of life in high regard.For Bologue, who has experienced the wrath of scorched earth, the word life embodies an incredible resilience and determination, like an invincible iron man or grass growing from cliffs.

"Should I marvel at the greatness of life?"

Bologue roared as he sliced through the undead that stood again along his path, pieces of the corpse flew, with shattered bones and shriveled flesh crawling with countless pale maggots. They detached from the bones, raising white dust in midair, quickly incinerated by rolling flames.

Poison bees came whistling, rhombus shields spinning rapidly like mowers, shredding them to pieces. They exploded one by one like berries, and dark green venom fell like a drizzling rain.

Rhombus shields crisscrossed over Bologue’s head, and the moment venom met metal, an intense corrosive sound erupted. The smooth metal surface instantly burned with dense dents.

"These alchemical creatures have actually adapted to this ghostly place with the help of this world’s calamity!" Aimou screamed in Bologue’s mind.

In this extreme environment, the alchemical creatures survived by instinct, lingering and surviving here. The blood hives swayed slightly overhead, Bologue guessed they were already filled with poison, numbing the flesh of this world’s calamity, making it ignore the existence of life here. Perhaps the poison bees sacrificed flesh regularly to it, obtaining space to live.

As for those worms manipulating corpses, their existence is even simpler, surviving on the remaining shriveled flesh of these bodies.

The scene before him both amazed and disgusted Bologue. Life is indeed beautiful, but Bologue found it hard to accept these ghostly things before him.

Rhombus shields morphed in Bologue’s hand, extending into a sharply curved long spear within seconds, completely covered in red mercury, painted like blood-colored bruises.

Ethereal Amplification, full release.

Bologue gathered strength, like a cannon firing, and hurled with a roar that swept through the banquet hall. The iron spear pierced the air, resounding like a sonic boom, effortlessly penetrating into the blood hive.

The flesh quivered under the violent impact, emitting strange pulsating sounds, thick flesh starting to glow orange-red, like harsh breathing, dense blood-colored holes repeatedly expanding and contracting, with a hint of scorching breath.

The next moment, the orange-red glow ignited like flames, burning within the flesh holes, illuminating the entire blood hive.

The blood hive began to swell, accumulating massive pressure, finally exploding when the orange glow blazed like fire.

Bologue skillfully raised the rhombus shield, shielding himself, as fragments of flesh mixed with venom and blood fell like profane rain, eroding everything they touched.

Even the undead standing were no exception, the corrosive venom rendering their already broken bodies even more fragile. The worms fled from the bones, but the pervasive corrosive blood water gave them nowhere to escape. The remaining undead fixed their gaze on Bologue, trying to approach him, only to suddenly freeze on the spot, unable to move.

Bologue raised his hand, holding a grasping gesture. The poison bee swarm posed some trouble to Bologue, but handling the undead was much simpler.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

In the face of Bologue’s dominant Secret Energy, all life without Critical Protection of the Rectangular Soul would be subject to his will, the undead included.

Slowly clenching his fist, the undead’s bodies collapsed bit by bit in sharp friction sounds, crushed into a heap, with the hidden worms being squashed and shattered, their juices dripping from the gaps.

The frenzied banquet hall returned to quietness, but the past illusions had completely faded away, leaving only ruins in disarray.

"There’s probably nothing worth exploring here," Bologue surveyed the area, stepping on a poison bee not yet dead, "We need to find the next door."

"Hope this emblem proves useful, or else searching bit by bit could take ages," Aimou suggested.

Their exploration time was limited. While they roamed leisurely within Raymond Gaudent, battle after battle erupted in the Abandoned Land and Gray Stone Rift.

The Rebellious Royal Court and Sect of Corrupt Crimson were aggressively attacking this place.

"Hopefully."

Bologue said as he took off the emblem, examining it closely again. This time, he discovered a sequence of uneven marks on the back, carefully wiping off the dust to recognize a name.

"Saqin Grama."

This was the name of the emblem’s owner. At this moment, Bologue returned to find that skeleton, surprisingly undamaged and untouched by worms during the recent series of battles.

The long table and chairs were damaged, Saqin’s body overturned by airwaves, yet now his remains sat beneath a round pillar, still holding hands, though now clutching two broken hand bones.