Endless Debt-Chapter 828 - 272: Unstoppable (Part 2)

The demons dragged their broken limbs, struggling forward amidst the ruins. The great library was gradually collapsing, wall after wall falling outward, like gift boxes being opened to reveal their treasures to the world. The noise grew louder, and this time there was no need to gaze afar; Bologue could clearly see the battlefield of slaughter.

"So beautiful..."

Aimou released Bologue, gazing into the distance. The daisies in the sea of flowers seemed indestructible, blooming generously even when engulfed in fireworks. They emitted that stunning orange-red glow once more, just as they had seen in the Joyful Garden.

All fantasies were turning into reality, and all wishes would be fulfilled.

The hunters leaped into the sea of flowers to battle the demons. Each slash brought forth a brilliant spark, like rising fireflies, endlessly dancing across the earth.

The entire great library was almost entirely flattened, with no high walls around to obstruct the view. It resembled a stage gradually rising, where everyone could clearly see everything within the library.

On the narrow workbench, the two appeared like puppets leaping in a music box.

Ewen also saw that beautiful sea of flowers, which was undoubtedly a rare comfort to him. Asmodeus remained silent from the start, even being clumsily led by Ewen’s dance. She was like a soulless doll, manipulatively arranged.

"Child, you must endure it all."

A familiar song emanated from Ewen’s throat. Asmodeus seemed to have heard the song somewhere before, but couldn’t quite remember it. Ewen hummed the tune, his eyes unfocused, intoxicated by this wonderful moment, even if the world turned upside down.

"You must endure it all, no matter how long it takes."

Signal flares shot into the night sky, exploding like festive fireworks, illuminating the dark earth and the countless demons, whose shadows were hideous and terrifying, unending. Yet, more brilliant lights soared into the sky, blossoming like fading meteors, resembling a spreading fishing net, slicing the night into grids.

Bologue raised his head and saw it: amid the pitch-black night, the stars were falling, each luminous star trailing a straight line of small flames. When they hit the ground, the high temperatures effortlessly burned through the demons’ bodies, scorching their bones, as if they were light spears connecting heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of demons wailed miserably, their flesh burning from within into ash, the blood rapidly evaporating. The hot steam seeped from their bodies, gathering into a fog that covered the earth, but with the roaring cannon fire, heavy shells tore through the heavy mist.

The hunters launched relentless thermite, this deadly weapon burning to death hundreds and thousands of demons, their corpses entwined and evenly spread on the ground, making the earth extremely soft—so much so that a slight pressure would make blood seep out.

"Palmer! Hold them off!"

Recovering from the shock of the blaze, Bologue shouted to Palmer beside him.

Groups of demons broke away from the main force. Against the regiment-like hunters, they had no chance of victory, but breaching the defense line of Bologue and his two companions became much easier.

Palmer stepped forward, surprisingly vigorous in his slaughter, fully immersing himself in the story, with honor flowing through him every moment, worth far more than any annual best newcomer award.

"A worthy journey!" Palmer shouted, "A worthy journey!"

One grotesque head after another flickered, and among them, Bologue recognized the familiar Fear-Devouring Demon and a wolf-headed monster. Darkness charged at them, and Bologue responded with a roar.

Ewen created a miracle, so Bologue must respond with a miracle too, with almost no time for hesitation. Bologue plunged into the surging wave of demons below. Palmer couldn’t even call out to stop him before Bologue disappeared into the swirling darkness, completely engulfed by the demons.

"Bologue!"

Aimou called out worriedly, just about to descend to help Bologue when suddenly a sharp, manic sword cry mixed with heart-wrenching wails erupted.

Almost in the same instant, the surging wave of demons below was suddenly cleared into a vacuum area, like a gaping wound gouged out of a massive body. In the center of the hole, Bologue had shed his blood-soaked, weighted coat, wearing only a thin shirt that clung tightly to his skin under the stain of blood, outlining his body’s lines.

The Scythe remained smooth and clean, with blood dripping along the edge of the blade. Under Bologue’s fierce slashes, the touched demons became fragmented.

"What an extraordinary experience."

Bologue muttered to himself as he walked over the corpses of demons, the many grotesque faces flashing before him, yet feeling no fear at all.

To personally experience the plot of a story, such an opportunity is rare. Drenched in the aura of death, Bologue felt a sense of nostalgia, recalling the frenzied slaughter when he first started working.

"Massacre!"

Bologue laughed heartily, as the Fear-Devouring Demon broke through numerous demons, swinging its deadly scythe, clad in sturdy scale armor. Even the hunters would need some effort to kill this troublesome monster.

This was no issue for Bologue. He accelerated his sprint, crashing through the obstructive demons. Facing the interlaced scythes, Bologue deftly leaped, passing through the gap during the scythe’s swing. In an instant, the distance between him and the Fear-Devouring Demon rapidly closed, and he slashed downward.