Endless Debt-Chapter 973 - 64: Silent Drama

Palmer is seriously reflecting on whether it’s his own Blessing that has led to the current dire situation, with danger piling on top of danger. Just after dealing with the Silver Knights’ assault and finally finding a way out, they encountered the Silent Legion.

This is more than just an unlucky start.

"Good news, we’re very close to the exit," Palmer insisted on telling his boring jokes even at this moment, "bad news, there’s only a Silent Legion standing between us and freedom."

While scouting Fog Abyss Fortress, Palmer had seen these Silent Ones. Clearly, these Silent Ones patrolling the perimeter noticed the chaos inside the fortress and collided head-on with the fleeing duo.

Palmer began to regret not staying where they were, as Bologue could easily carve another path out of the ruins.

Fleeing is not difficult, but it would mean abandoning Church.

The battle with the Silver Knights had already drawn the attention of the King’s Shield Guard. Bologue and Palmer were like two catfish, trying their best to muddy the waters so Church could fish in troubled waters, gather intel, and escape.

Yes, escape.

"Phew... Second round."

Bologue said, raising his Grievous Bite, confronting the Silent Ones head-on without any evasion.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Palmer became anxious.

"What second round, can’t you stop talking nonsense!"

Palmer intended to pull Bologue away, but he seemed eager, as if ready to charge out and battle with the Silent Legion.

"If we just leave like this, what about Church?"

Bologue looked ahead, questioning Palmer, "Once we escape, these Silent Ones will surely search the entire Fog Abyss Fortress. I don’t know what abilities Church has, but I doubt he can hide here."

Palmer fell silent. Bologue was right. With the known forces already having two Defenders, not to mention those lurking beneath the surface.

The duo currently cannot determine Church’s position. If they leave now, Church will be trapped inside Fog Abyss Fortress.

"I’ll find a way to contact Church...in my own way."

Bologue continued, "As long as Church can get close to us, within the Whistle communication range, we can find a way to break through."

"For now..."

Bologue looked at the approaching Silent Ones, taking a deep breath, "We have to find a way to delay."

Palmer gathered his courage, gripping the Storm Feather tightly in one hand and raising his revolver with the other, the cylinder filled with Alchemy Warheads, "You’re surprisingly responsible."

"Probably, I can’t allow myself to fail, especially as this is my first time leading a team," Bologue mobilized his entire strength, maintaining high concentration, "In this, I’m proud and stubborn."

"It seems you’re definitely suited to be a leader," Palmer commented, "I’m different, I’ll be crushed by pressure."

Bologue’s actions relate to the lives of the team members. In battle, the enemy’s lives are cheap, but when holding the lives of the team members, it becomes as heavy as mountains and stones.

"I feel the pressure too," Bologue said, waving his Grievous Bite, "but I’ve grown accustomed to it."

Seeing Bologue swing out the blade, Palmer also motivated himself, shouting loudly to wash away the pressure in his mind. Just as he prepared to throw the Storm Feather and pull the trigger, half of Bologue’s sword swing pulled back, and he pressed down on Palmer’s shoulder.

Amid Palmer’s bewildered gaze, stone walls arose one after another, forming layers of barriers between them and the Silent Ones.

Palmer’s surging blood cooled rapidly. Meanwhile, under Bologue’s Ether intrusion, the giant stones overhead began to collapse.

Since Bologue ascended to become a Negative Power User, his command became more spontaneous, no longer needing any tangible medium to operate. Because of this, his attacks always caught the enemy off guard, making them indefensible.

Palmer shouted in disappointment, "I thought you wanted a fight to the death!"

"An excellent Field Staff must use everything at their disposal."

Bologue was indifferent to his huge transformation, keeping a calm face.

The huge amount of Ether gathered behind the tall walls, with the Silent Ones’ Ether linked together. Bologue didn’t think that just two people could easily penetrate the Ether Barrier of this legion.

Bologue said, "Keep an eye on the Whistle signal, once Church’s message is received, we’ll break through immediately!"

"I know!"

The Silent Ones advanced, the explosive sound of stone walls collapsing filled Palmer’s ears, and he shouted, "There’s one more problem!"

"What problem?"

Bologue did his best to command, struggling to distract himself to deal with Palmer.

"What about Hart and the others? They’ve definitely noticed the anomaly here, will they stand by?"

Stand by? As soon as Palmer said it, he laughed along, how could that be possible, in this situation, every Field Staff member would choose one decision emphasized repeatedly during orientation training.

Adapt to change.

Bologue obviously noticed this too, a hint of gloom flitted past his eyes, and he couldn’t help but sigh, internally complaining about the unsmooth first operation.

"I’m not sure, but I think they wouldn’t be foolish enough to launch a frontal assault directly."

The secret passage Bologue had carved out has already been destroyed first by the Silver Knight, and the fractured Void Domain Protection has mostly likely healed.

Taking a deep breath, Bologue focused on the task at hand, usually he would have been jubilantly swinging his blade, charging into the enemy crowd, but things were different this time, Bologue knew the bizarre power of the Silent Ones, killing too quickly would only accelerate the birth of another Defender.

Bologue could only find ways to maneuver around them, continually commanding the surrounding buildings, stone walls rising and shifting, creating a complex and eerie maze to buy time.

Yet the Silent Ones clearly had no interest in wasting time with Bologue, their Ether united, like charging cavalry, the complex maze was easily trampled, layer upon layer, the distance between the two sides constantly closing.

Bologue took a deep breath, the idea of maneuvering with the Silent Ones, was undoubtedly too arrogant, in the end, swords must clash.

Holding his breath, pure Ether enveloped Resentful Bite, the blade turned into a blurred shadow, just as the nearby wall was about to break apart, Bologue swung his blade ahead of time, a hideous scar shredded the structure, along with the Silent Ones behind the wall.

The horrific wound shattered the Ether Barrier, penetrated the Silent One’s Black Armor, leaving a huge hollow in its chest.

Bologue’s strength was so powerful, as Resentful Bite sunk into the flesh, the violent Ether then shattered its internal organs, the impact pierced through the spine, clearly visible was the curve of the Silent One’s backbone, then ruptured, internal organs burst forth into bloody foam, painting the area red.

As the Silent Ones advanced and surrounded, after brief maneuvering, Bologue was still compelled to engage them, he lowered his breath, swung Resentful Bite, creating a deadly semicircle, soon several heads flew high, headless bodies slowly knelt down.

The Silent Ones swung their Ethereal Blades, Bologue raised his sword to block, Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid extended and wielded timely, as if growing new arms, forming several blades, slashing towards the surrounding enemies.

With a thought, even the earth served Bologue, stone halberds rose from the ground, piercing through the gaps in Armors, stabbing into Silent Ones’ joints, restricting their movements.

The ground suddenly rose, stacked high, Bologue intentionally modified the terrain, transforming it into narrow paths, duel arenas, greatly reducing the pressure of facing the enemy, he faced the entire Silent Legion single-handedly like a monster.

In contrast, there’s little Palmer could do, only assisting Bologue in suppressing the legion, and when necessary, relieving Bologue’s pressure, obstructing those Silent Ones attempting an ambush.

This was not a battle between legions, from beginning to end, it was only a struggle between three individuals.

Blood saturated the surrounding air, breathing felt strangely sweet and foul, the blood soaked into Bologue’s skin, like a toxic potion, stirring the desire for slaughter in Bologue’s heart.

Bologue wasn’t like those frenzied madmen, swinging his blade wildly, on the contrary, in bloody carnage, he often maintained high rationality, like a soulless puppet, silently killing.

To be honest, every time Palmer witnessed Bologue’s silent slaughter, he felt a vague fear.

A fear of Bologue.

Unlike those who roar and rage in slaughter, Bologue’s silence carried a cold, deep chill, releasing an unbearable pressure quietly.

An attitude starkly contrasting to the brutal scene.

Before, Palmer could endure a little, but as Bologue’s silent killing continued, the Silent Ones also maintained the same silence, like soulless zombies, approaching Bologue’s blade one after another.

One side swung the blade silently, the other side fell silently.

Amidst the terrifying dead silence, there was only the whistling wind of blades slashing, the piercing noise of Ether bursting, sounding like electricity traversing, and the eerie low hum of Iron Armor being cleaved open, flesh sliced through, enough to make one shudder.

Bologue and the Silent Ones were the protagonists on stage, while Palmer was the audience witnessing blood and death.

The pile of corpses grew higher, more blood accumulating, here was so tranquil, like a silent mime, a grand play of blood.