Endless Debt

Chapter 1274: Chapter 82: Permission Override_2

Under the influence of the Extraordinary Disaster: Inverted World, every existence except them is seen as a monster. In Furya’s world of perception, the entire world has already been destroyed, transformed into a Hell overrun by monsters, with only them defending the final fortress.

It seems like no one is wrong, which leaves Bologue feeling powerless, unable to find a suitable target to vent his rage.

"Get ready, Furya," said Bologue. "The final battle is about to begin."

"Huh? Final battle?"

"Didn’t you notice?" Bologue realized young Furya was a bit simple-minded. "The negotiations have already broken down."

After speaking, tidal waves of Ether surged forward, gathering the Rhombus Shield swiftly before Bologue, like a reef splitting the roaring gusts.

"They’re completely rationally distorted and can’t be reasoned with," Bologue continued, "Luckily, I am also not someone skilled at reasoning."

"Then what should we do?" Young Furya asked nervously, her gaze darting between Bologue and the Furyoias.

"It’s simple, defeat her and find someone reasonable to negotiate with me."

Bologue proposed, "Are you interested in a promotion, Furya?"

"Ah!"

Furya was just about to express her shock when Bologue suddenly leaped, and her voice was stretched infinitely, sounding almost like a scream.

Since Furya’s consciousness kept replicating to take on different functions in the Ruins District, there would always be one who is the head of all Furya’s. What Bologue needed to do was to eliminate that head and let young Furya replace her.

Old Furya’s figure continually expanded in Bologue’s vision. Watching Bologue advance rapidly, a trace of mocking smile appeared on old Furya’s face.

To her, Bologue was courting death, attempting to fight against the entire Ruins District. If Bologue was a Seeker of Glory like Xilin, old Furya indeed had to be wary, but Bologue was merely a Negative Power User.

Nothing to fear.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Ether surged and rose, high-concentration Ether condensing together, resulting in drizzling golden raindrops precipitating mid-air. Then, thin threads of electric currents darted between raindrops, bursting into dazzling arcs, intertwining as the surrounding air heated instantly, amidst the rumbling thunder, blinding flames appeared out of nowhere.

The elemental wave surged toward like a rapidly advancing wall, thoroughly pulverizing the matter along its path, even cutting off the entire corridor, revealing profound emptiness through vast cracks.

The whistling airflow, like blades, scraped against Bologue’s face, leaving thin blood marks. Bologue did not retreat; instead, he met the wave head-on as if courting death.

As two waves of Ether reacted upon contact, the booming explosion followed, and amid the rising ripples, Bologue’s quickly thinning form was seen through the shattering radiance, appearing to be evaporated by the high-intensity Ether, losing most of his body.

Yet, in this despairing death wish, echoed a stubborn outraged voice.

"Kill her!"

The violently oppressive voice clearly transmitted into everyone’s ears.

The Furya’s wondered for a moment, then realized the voice originated from Bologue, the core of the Ether wave.

"Kill her... Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Bologue, in a trance, his bloodthirsty statements echoed repeatedly until a blood-stained head struggled out of the wave, crimson pupils locked onto old Furya as if to engrave her into his eyes.

The violent thoughts grew rampantly until the notion fully occupied Bologue’s mind, leaving not a trace of any other sound.

Time seemed frozen as the surging Ether wave suddenly solidified for a moment, then began to collapse inward, countless Ether rushing toward the center, as if forming an Ether void, swirling up a whirlpool engulfing endless Ether.

The Ether whirlpool rapidly expanded, transforming into an Ether storm, tons of dust sucked into it, spinning rapidly while colliding, bonding together, congealing from small clumps into massive entities, even sculpted into thousands of coarse blades.

The storm subsided, massive quantities of Ether amalgamated into one, then a haggard figure stepped out from the vortex, reappearing before the Furyoias.

The Ether wave nearly tore his body apart, bloodied across his form, most of his body had collapsed, intestines hanging out on the side, yet he stubbornly held up his head, eyes alight with brilliance akin to daylight.

Not only his eyes, but the Alchemy Matrix throughout his body seemingly ignited, appearing as molten gold flowing within, the glaring gilded hue filled the cracks in his form.

Upon being hit by the Ether wave, Bologue fully unleashed Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing, reversing the rampant Ether, converting it into pure Ether infused into his body, to the extent this excessive Ether nearly bursting Bologue’s form.

Bologue deeply gasped, exhaling a hot breath as if his body transformed into a forge.

"Now, let me emphasize once again."

The hoarse, unyielding voice resounded, and simultaneously, like Time Reversal, Bologue’s body rapidly healed, skin rejoining together, covered by the writhing Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid until the cold Iron Armor enveloped Bologue’s form with blinding light flickering through Armor seams.