Endless Debt-Chapter 871 - 21: Shadow

The decaying warheads made from the decay epidemic pose a significant threat to the field staff. Fortunately, there aren’t many of them, so with a bit of focus, they can be easily avoided. However, the decay region created after the warheads detonate is hard to dissipate over time.

The decay indiscriminately affects everyone, even high-tier condensers can only offer slight resistance with pure ether.

The battlefield is further segmented, the war zones gradually expand to encompass the entire industrial area, battles can be seen everywhere, and the sealed ether is also stirring restlessly.

Yas’s eyes are filled with bloodshot, his body trembling uncontrollably, every inch of muscle and nerve releasing unbearable pain, on the verge of breaking his spirit completely.

The ether seal has greatly weakened the Silent Ones, and the field staff are counterattacking with full force, causing significant casualties among them. But there are still too many Silent Ones, coupled with numerous active condensers here, Yas finds it hard to continue suppressing such a massive ether.

"I can’t hold on anymore."

As the voice echoes within the Heart Core Net, the ether seal suppressing everyone collapses. After a moment of silence, countless ether reactions roar back, the dispersed ether floods back into the battlefield like an inverted funnel, stirring up a howling vortex.

The ether concentration rapidly rises, even materializing, dazzling ether arcs crackle and strike the ground, kicking up dust, beautiful light bands stretch across the sky, like the auroras found only in the polar regions.

The sensation of power fills Bologue’s body once again, he sprints toward the enclosed building, Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid extends out, chains rise, the sharp ends arduously nail into the wall.

Inside the enclosed building is filled with ether, reinforcing the existing materials, its violent battle with the Silent Ones, when affecting the walls, only causes minor cracks on the surface.

"Such trouble!"

Bologue repeatedly nails the chains, sprinting toward the heights of the enclosed building.

Where the chains nail, a severe ether mutual exclusion phenomenon occurs, the void realm inside the enclosed building repels Bologue’s ether. Usually, Bologue would be immediately expelled, but this time he attempts to command the nailed areas.

The Flame of the Cauldron tries to dominate the enclosed building, progressing very slowly, yet Bologue miraculously resists the ether mutual exclusion, even overpowering it, forcefully commanding.

Bologue pays little attention to this, now his focus is fully on the scarlet scar above, compared to its original size, it shrunk significantly, but still not enough, Bologue wants to resolve it personally.

Before this, Bologue hadn’t seen a pathway capable of long-term existence, it should be related to Gray, not knowing how he managed this.

In Bologue’s understanding, everything related to pathways is extremely dangerous, forcibly shattering the scarlet scar might trigger unknown disasters, rather than risking others, it’s most fitting for Bologue, the Undying, to do it.

The vast ether infuses into the black blade, sustaining the pathway also requires ether, while the Resentful Bite can easily split the ether flow and obliterate it completely.

Bologue draws closer to the scarlet scar, numerous Silent Ones also notice Bologue’s actions, they connect with each other, some Silent Ones leap from the scarlet scar, directly launching an attack at Bologue.

"Keep advancing!"

Voices return within the Heart Core Net, followed by numerous Secret Energy transforming into an extraordinary storm, covering Bologue, sweeping away these falling Silent Ones.

The bodies fracture mid-air before hitting the ground, large chunks of flesh rain down, many Silent Ones on the ground raise their guns targeting Bologue, just as they are about to pull the trigger, their entire bodies freeze, unable to move an inch.

Geoffrey’s eyes are fiery, but his expression is as cold as the wind, deafening roars sound, a field staff transforms into a bizarre beast under the ether’s blessing, rampaging among the Silent Ones, more members of the rising body faction’s condensers delve into enemy lines, relying on their remarkable strength and bodies, blocking wave after wave of attacks from the Silent Ones.

The battle is intensely stalemated, on the other side of the industrial zone’s high-rise, Gold furrows his brows, watching the battlefield, reluctant to join in.

With Gold Defender’s power, once he enters the battlefield, it will significantly affect the inclination of warfare, yet he shows no intention of joining, merely gripping his weapon tightly, gazing at the endless white mist at the horizon.

Gold knows he’s there, the creature called Red Dog, he must be watching this farce just like Gold, and he definitely foresaw this.

No matter the purpose of the King’s Secret Sword, what accompanies it is an endless conflict.

Gold whispered, "Stay alert. Once Red Dog crosses the line, it can be considered the start of the battle."

Just like the conversation between Church and Ivan, the Order Bureau has already prepared for combat. Although nobody wants war, when it arrives, no one has the power to refuse.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Kemp finally had some energy to attend to matters beyond the fight, and then he saw Bologue climbing smoothly up the wall.

Watching that rapidly ascending figure, Kemp once again felt a sense of strong disparity. Under complex gazes, Bologue reached the rooftop with a high leap.

Crimson scars were close at hand. It was only then that Bologue realized the enormity of the scar, with scarlet light emitting an uncanny feeling. Upon crossing the boundary of the curved path, parts of the Silent Ones’ bodies descended onto the battlefield.

Bologue suddenly had a peculiar thought. He wondered if he could chase to another area by diving into the curved path, but Bologue quickly abandoned this thought. Regardless of what’s on the other end of the path, Aimou is currently supporting him. Even though he possesses an Undying Body, Aimou does not.

Do what you have to do.

The Silent Ones traversing the path noticed Bologue, and this information quickly spread among them. They wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Bologue raised the Grudge Bite high. Without any technique, he just forcibly slashed down with the blade, hitting the crimson scar etched in space.

The scar began to twist and distort, like a group of crimson venomous snakes being slaughtered, quickly collapsing into a single point. A heart-pounding ethereal fluctuation released from within, causing massive amounts of dismembered limbs from Silent Ones who hadn’t yet traversed to fall from the sky.

Detonation.

Bologue saw only a flash of scarlet light, followed by the loss of his vision and then his hearing. Intense pain like knife cuts engulfed him, as a violent ethereal storm released at the origin point of the collapsed path.

Countless sharp blades sliced through the storm, leaving dense wounds on Bologue’s body. His flesh was turned outwards, blood flowing profusely.

Like a dead bird, he crashed heavily to the ground. Struggling to open his eyes, in the scarlet panorama, Bologue saw the ethereal storm rapidly spreading, leaving numerous marks of knife, axe, and chisel on the surface of the sealed building before completely dissipating.

Bologue cut off the follow-up reinforcements of the Silent Ones, greatly boosting morale. More bizarre secret energy poured into the battlefield as the Silent Ones struggled to maintain the ethereal barrier. This time, their defensive line began to collapse, regrouping together, closing in on the sealed building.

Using Grudge Bite as support, Bologue stood up covered in blood. Under the cover of others, the Silent Ones hardly paid attention to Bologue, probably thinking with his current injuries, he wouldn’t last long.

"They’ve retreated into the sealed building!"

Someone noticed that after leaving behind a large number of corpses, the Silent Ones mainly began to retreat into the sealed building.

"Are there any of our people inside the building?"

"No, our negotiation team hasn’t entered yet, the attack already commenced."

This counted as one of the few good news. Bologue was preparing to catch his breath and continue engaging in battle. But then, among the retreating crowd, he saw a distinctly different figure.

Draped in a pitch-black robe, walking away from Bologue towards the sealed building. Bologue didn’t know this person, yet felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

His body moved instinctively, cutting off more Silent Ones’ heads, charging into the crowd. Before the ethereal blades pierced his chest, Bologue struggled into the sealed building. More ethereal blades followed, and Bologue fell heavily into a pool of blood, watching as the figure disappeared bit by bit in the stairwell.

The Silent Ones ignored Bologue, the reckless intruder. They shut the heavy doors, instead using the constructed Void Realm, wielding it as a temporary fortress to repel the Order Bureau’s attack.

Bologue’s breath gradually weakened, suppressing his life signs as much as possible.

He successfully deceived the Silent Ones. While accumulating strength and seeking opportunity to strike, his eyes fixed on the spot where the figure vanished.

That figure etched itself deeply into Bologue’s heart.