Endless Debt-Chapter 965 - 59: Trap Substitution

The underground world erupted with violent tremors before the annihilation, in the wake of Bologue’s Commanding Decree, the already fragile geological structure within the Great Rift began to twist and deform.

Moving mountains and filling seas.

Like the transformation of a Cultivation Room, the massive rift stretched across the corridor, nearly splitting it in half, as if a giant had swung a War Axe, gouging open the walls and smashing statues.

This action sparked the fury of the Silver Knight, amidst falling rubble, it wielded a Lance and charged towards Bologue.

Bologue looked at the Silver Knight with an unchanged expression; the next second, a heavy stone wall rose from the ground, completely separating the two. As the Lance pierced through the wall, raising a cloud of endless dust, Bologue had already vanished into the collapse.

The Silver Knight could faintly sense Bologue’s Ether reactions; to command such a large range, even with Bologue’s Ethereal Concealment, it was difficult to fully hide the surging of his own Ether.

Yet now Bologue had already opened up distance, the Silver Knight’s pursuit would undoubtedly waste much time, and in this brief period, Bologue could cause greater destruction.

Bologue might not be able to defeat the Third Seat, nor confront the Silent Ones, nor does he know how many enemies are inside the Fog Abyss Fortress, but Bologue has the ability to turn this place completely into ruins, even drag the entire Fog Abyss Fortress towards the Abandoned Land beyond the Sea of Mist.

Infinite Sharpness allows Bologue to possess an aggressive approach to the Rectangular Soul Critical, while still maintaining large-scale Commanding capability, though this will only exacerbate Bologue’s own Ether consumption.

Ether consumption is not a problem for Bologue; he also possesses a long-hidden killing move, which might kill the Silver Knight, even seriously injure the Third Seat.

Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

Amidst the scattered rubble, Bologue stood on the shattered steps, his blazing white eyes resembling daylight.

"Indeed, this is what I’m best at."

Bologue muttered to himself, not about infiltration missions, nor intelligence gathering, but his true proficiency lies in slaughter and destruction, stacking horrifying spectacles with the heads of enemies.

This deviated from the action objectives set by Lebius, but the present circumstances compelled Bologue to act this way; all Bologue could do was adapt to the situation.

Fortunately, adaptation is Bologue’s strong suit.

"Will you come?"

Bologue wondered in his heart, spreading his hands as if letting go of all defenses, channeling all his energy and strength into demolishing the structures in this area.

Ether was like Bologue’s tentacles, penetrating into the matter to command them to split apart, triggering a series of collapses; during the previous Immortal Heart struggle, Bologue destroyed most of the area in this manner, undoubtedly making this underground world his ideal battlefield.

After all, this place wasn’t his home, so what if he demolished it completely? The Silver Knight would inevitably come to stop him; would it fall into his trap?

A tidal wave of Ether flow emerged within the collapse, roaring like an erupting volcano, high concentrations of Ether transformed into tangible flames, burning fiercely on the Silver Knight’s Armor.

Bologue inferred that the Third Seat’s Secret Energy must be of the Commanding School, similar to Lebius, both are Overlords, allowing the Third Seat to hide behind the scenes like a Puppet Master, fighting with puppets, but it also has corresponding drawbacks, such as the weapons usable by the Alchemy Puppet being limited to those it carries and pure Ether.

Under normal circumstances, the Silver Knight could use the strength of a Defender to easily crush enemies, but now Bologue had grown stronger, leading the Silver Knight into a tug of war.

The nature of the Alchemy Puppet limits the combat power of Domination Object, which is where Bologue’s chances of victory lie. Now, for the Silver Knight, aside from continuously releasing Ether and Lance, it has no other means of attack.

Previously, Bologue was merely a First Stage Condenser, incapable of resisting the Silver Knight.

Times have changed!

The Silver Knight roared, it must stop Bologue; under the Ethereal Amplification at the Defender Level, its speed was as fast as lightning, like a lagging film, almost appearing before Bologue as he saw it.

Bologue clenched his fist, as if grasping everything in the world.

The collapse across the region suddenly paused for a moment; under Bologue’s Command, he unexpectedly triggered a bizarre scene of universal stasis and time freeze.

Meanwhile, dense and sharp whistling erupted, countless steel needles and iron spikes attacked the Silver Knight from all directions.

Those were Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid scattered in the surrounding ruins; Bologue had already shaped his surroundings into a minefield, awaiting the Silver Knight’s entrance.

The attack covered every inch of the Silver Knight’s body; alongside the astonishing tremor sounds, the entire rock above Bologue fell down, crashing like a meteoric meteor shower.

"What choice to make?"

Bologue pondered, should he continue attacking himself or avoid?

The Silver Knight opted for the former, after all, it was merely an Alchemy Puppet, whether it was damaged or not wouldn’t affect much, but allowing Bologue’s destruction would lead to greater disasters.

It decisively thrust out its lethal Lance, even if Bologue was clad in Iron Armor, at the Negative Power Tier, this charged strike was enough to pierce Bologue’s body, even annihilate him into a bloody mist.

A full-force strike from a Defender, even for an Undead, requires time to heal; the Silver Knight believed this hit would temporarily alleviate the disadvantage in the situation.

The Lance sped forward but as it approached Bologue, his figure began to shift and change, like Shifting Form and Shadow, Bologue vanished on the spot, replaced by an exquisite Dagger, at the end of the Dagger, a silver white thread connected it.

The Silver Knight remembered this Dagger, originally belonged to King’s Shield Guard’s Phantom Dagger, in the final disorder of time axis, Bologue also relied on this Dagger to deliver a fatal strike.

Now, the Silver Knight saw it once again.

Bologue was whisked away to a distant location, pulling on the silver threads, he retrieved the Phantom Dagger, holding it once more in his hand.

Meanwhile, the spikes formed by the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid struck the Silver Knight, as hundreds of tons of boulders crashed down like a massive Iron Hammer, directly crushing the Silver Knight’s body, along with the entire ground, collapsing it all together.

In the midst of the earth-shaking tremors, a massive fissure traversed the corridor, wisps of milky white mist rising from the ground cracks, instantly spreading like a tide, covering most of the area.

Bologue stood at the edge of the corridor, looking down at the murky white Sea of Mist below, the Silver Knight had fallen with the boulders, and seconds later, the rumbling echoes slowly returned. Bologue guessed that Calamity must have noticed this Ether-rich food, it wouldn’t let the Silver Knight go.

The collapse of the entire area ceased, and Palmer and the monstrous birds approached the end of their battle. In the dark passage, corpses lined the ground, with viscous, filthy blood flowing heavily, while some of the monstrous birds hadn’t fully died, letting out sharp cries from their mouths.

Palmer gasped for breath, clutching the blood-stained Storm Feather; these strange creatures weren’t overly threatening, yet killing them felt rather disgusting. They mimicked human speech like parrots, begging Palmer for mercy. It felt akin to slaughtering a group of civilians.

Bologue asked, "Is it over?"

"It’s over," Palmer nodded, catching his breath. He continued, "Something seems amiss here."

Palmer surveyed the surrounding ruins. To put it quite bluntly, after Bologue ascended to the Negative Power User tier, his destructiveness had notably increased, leaving the area in shreds as if a bulldozer had passed through within just a few minutes.

"I also feel something’s off."

Bologue agreed with Palmer, as he gazed upon the corpse-laden passage. Palmer might not see it, but Bologue could distinctly discern from the darkness, a more profound dark umbilical cord extending into the depths.

It seemed to guide Bologue.

Bologue admitted that it succeeded; for a moment, Bologue considered acting beyond the plan, curious about what lay at the end of the umbilical cord.

"Just a part of adapting to circumstances."

Bologue justified himself, and then an explosive burst of Ether erupted from the crack behind him; a shadow, scarred and battered, rapidly climbing out, barely a moment after Bologue turned around, it had leapt out from the crack.

"Usurper!"

The Silver Knight bellowed furiously; the sequential assault of boulders and Bologue’s attacks had twisted one of its arms, the previously immaculate armor now marred with pits and dents.

As for the scar Bologue left on its chest, embedded deep within the soul itself as a Soul Scar, constantly affecting the Silver Knight’s strength. The wound disrupted the cycle of Ether, much like the Immortal Heart’s erosion upon the Silver Knight initially, keeping it from sustaining peak condition.

The Silver Knight knew well that the Defender’s power it held was insufficient to directly suppress Bologue; as a Negative Power User, Bologue carried a terrifying might, and coincidentally, the Silver Knight knew what this power was.

It gathered all its strength, and fiercely hurled the lance, high concentrations of Ether converged upon it, igniting into substantial Ether flames, akin to a falling meteor.

This was an unblockable strike; no matter how many stone walls Bologue rose for defense, they would ultimately be breached layer by layer. Hence, Bologue made the most decisive choice.

"Watch out for the impact! Palmer!"

Bologue shouted as he threw the Phantom Dagger, paths twisted, Bologue appeared in mid-air, above the Silver Knight.

The Silver Knight probably never expected Bologue to face it head-on instead of evading its attack; next, it witnessed a pitch-black blade rapidly enlarging within its vision.

Bologue dodged the direct impact of the lance throw, flickering before the Silver Knight’s eyes, tracing the ruthless scar left prior on its chest, Bologue unleashed Secret Energy as aggressive Ether coursed through, akin to venom.

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

Like a hot knife slicing through butter, Bologue faced virtually no resistance, and with ease, Dire Gnaw glided beneath the Silver Knight’s chest armor, before piercing through its back.

With all his might, Bologue swung upward with the blade; in the air, the Silver Knight’s body split in two.

The lance, imbued with full Defender strength, crashed into the ground, triggering more intense vibrations. Palmer was swept away despite his preparations, the airflow pinned him against the shattered wall, with debris striking him like bullets, covering him in wounds within moments.

After the impact subsided, the corridor lay entombed in ruins, briefly falling silent.

Bologue emerged from the smoke, only half of the Silver Knight remained lying in the debris, the gleam of Ether flickering intermittently.

"The Third Seat, correct?"

Bologue asked, since being fully exposed, it might as well draw more attention from Church. Coincidentally, Bologue was also curious about what lay at the end of the umbilical cord.

"Bologue Lazarus," to Bologue’s surprise, the Third Seat knew his name, "You shouldn’t have come here... you’ll remain here, forever."

Its voice grew excitedly, incredibly deranged.

"Is that so? Then come and try."

Bologue said, striking down with Dire Gnaw, completely cleaving the Silver Knight’s skull.

The battlefield fell utterly silent; Bologue didn’t relax due to this. He was within the same space as the Third Seat, who wouldn’t let him off easily.

Of course, Bologue wouldn’t easily spare him either.