Endless Debt-Chapter 830 - 272: Unstoppable (Part 4)

Blood seeped from the ear canal as Bologue clutched his ears in agony. More intense pain shot through his body, affecting everyone as if a lethal poison was invading their organs. A sharp pang pierced the chest, akin to an Iron Hammer repeatedly striking the ribs. Vital energy surged, crashing turbulently, while a metallic taste filled his throat.

The Hunters’ pupils grew unfocused. Blood welled from their mouths and noses as they writhed in relentless torment, their throats emitting enraged battle cries, transforming all suffering into a desire to attack. They raised their Blades towards the giant lotus. At that moment, the lotus’ heavy and enormous petals fanned rhythmically, resembling an insect about to take flight.

Whirlwinds roared in, scattering and repelling any Hunters trying to attack. Bologue thrust his sword into the frozen ground to steady himself, as a multitude of scarlet dots appeared in his eyes.

In the lotus’s unfurled blossom, a scarlet column surged skyward. As it extended to its limit, almost reaching the sky’s end, it suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless ribbons, like silk swept by the wind.

These were not silk but countless scarlet tendrils shooting out at high speed, erupting like blood plasma, sweeping out like arrows in all directions.

Many Hunters, not yet recovered, were precisely hit by the tendrils. Upon contact, the tendrils pierced their flesh like a Long Spear, effortlessly tearing them apart in the next instant. Their spines, organs, and chunks of flesh slammed onto the ground, releasing a steaming stench of blood.

Roots embedded deep within the earth emerged, ripping open deep furrows in the ground, dragging one Hunter after another into the dark depths. They vanished so swiftly, only the sound of their pained cries lingered in the air.

Palmer let out a shrill scream, finding himself slower under the strange influence. He used Storm Feather to cut down most of the tendrils, yet a few still reached him, swift as Thunder, carving several bloody holes into his body.

Amidst the bloodshed, Palmer fell rigidly, blood gushing forth, leaving only painful gasps echoing around.

Bologue couldn’t afford to tend to Palmer. As Palmer fell, a storm of tendrils reached Bologue. In the lotus’s eyes, Bologue posed a greater threat than Palmer, prompting it to send more tendrils his way.

Surging blood made Bologue’s movements incredibly sluggish. No matter how resolute his will, it couldn’t alter the foundation of reality. Bologue could only barely raise his sword to try to cut away the rapidly approaching tendrils.

Unable to cut them.

Bologue angrily realized he couldn’t sever these tendrils; he’d be torn to pieces like the other Hunters.

The predestined death ignited Bologue’s fury, facing the thousands of scarlet tendrils until a familiar voice whispered beside his ear.

"I’m here to save you!"

Aimou crashed into Bologue. The lotus’s influence over flesh and blood couldn’t impede Aimou, armored with steel; she could move quickly amidst the chaos.

The petite figure lifted Bologue onto her shoulder like cargo, darting nimbly like a monkey through a dense forest. Scarlet tendrils brushed past Aimou, tearing away pieces of clothing and leaving dents in her metallic shell, yet nothing could halt Aimou’s charge.

Aimou had never run so fast before. Though the perilous tendrils were everywhere, she felt a joy within her heart. She somewhat understood Ewen’s strange mindset; Aimou’s worth was manifesting, aiding Bologue, even if her help was limited.

Bologue looked at her in astonishment. Just then, a scarlet tendril struck from a cunning angle. Bologue instinctively sliced off the tendril, but another followed closely behind.

No time left, as the tendril wound through the air like a scarlet tongue, rapidly closing in, then pierced Aimou’s waist and abdomen. Bologue heard the sound of metal shattering, with fragments glinting like gemstones scattered in the air.

Aimou’s steps faltered, the light in her eyes contracted slightly. She seemed about to collapse but the next second, her feet resolutely hit the ground once more.

The Steel Body doesn’t feel pain or fatigue, even when injured; it’s just a cold shell. What matters is the core components remain intact.

"No problem!"

Aimou shouted, as if speaking to Bologue or perhaps comforting herself.

Delivering Bologue from subsequent attacks, Aimou dashed into a crater, finally breathing a sigh of relief. Leaning against cold rubble, her expression wore a tint of bitterness.

"If I was flesh and blood, I’d certainly be doomed."

A menacing wound surfaced on Aimou’s waist and abdomen. The tendril had pierced her shell, along with the internal mechanics, the metal surface littered with cracks like a porcelain doll about to shatter.

Fortunately, it hadn’t harmed Aimou’s mechanical spine; otherwise, the blow might have severed her in half.

The dizziness in Bologue’s mind lightened. Seeing Aimou’s condition, he found himself speechless for a moment. Aimou didn’t require Bologue to speak; she gave him a thumbs up, then gestured towards the mountainous giant lotus.

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