Endless Debt

Chapter 1275: Chapter 82: Permission Override_3

"Give up resisting!"

Bologue’s figure began to twist and blur, then vanished from the spot. Furya and her companions only heard a resounding whoosh, and when Bologue appeared again, he was already in front of them. The resentful cut slashed out a pitch-black trajectory, swiftly severing several heads, and pure Ether flowed from the wounds.

Furya and her companions’ gazes were somewhat dazed, but the next second, their dispersing gaze solidified again, and their shattered bodies began to weaponize, transforming directly into several Light Spears that pierced through Bologue’s body.

One after another, in the blink of an eye, Bologue was skewered like a porcupine. These Light Spears were pure energy bodies that pierced fatal holes, and blood gushed out from them.

But Bologue seemed oblivious to the pain, ignoring his injuries as he swung his sword again. The thousand blades, condensed from powder, also fired together, sweeping down a large number of Furya’s companions.

Bologue pounced into the midst of Furya’s companions like a beast. Yet amidst the brutal slaughter, his consciousness was unexpectedly clear, observing the battle like a spectator.

"Is this what Aimou usually feels?"

Bologue couldn’t help but lament, preparing for the loss of control over his body. Yet, when this feeling of loss of control hit again, he was still extremely uncomfortable.

What a reckless move.

To replenish his depleted Ether and to sustain the subsequent battle, Bologue once again activated his Protection. But this time, before losing control of his body and falling into that irrational obsession, Bologue, as if brainwashing himself, continuously instilled a pure thought in his mind.

Kill Furya and her companions.

Bologue succeeded. Under the dual influence of the Curse and Protection, Bologue’s body now faithfully executed his last will, starting a frenzied slaughter.

His figure shuttled among the enemy ranks. Each swing of the sword and axe carried a gust of wind, tracing arc-shaped paths in the air, transforming into flashes of light.

Although his body was out of control, it still maintained Bologue’s lethal fighting style instead of descending into madness with random slashes.

Furya and her companions launched wave after wave of Ether bombardments, but these seemingly deadly Ethers all transformed into Bologue’s power under the effect of Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing. Even though each transformation placed a tremendous burden on his body, the Alchemy Matrix burned fiercely, almost burning through Bologue’s body, but as the Undead, Bologue didn’t care about such a price.

In Bologue’s eyes, Furya and her companions were no different from ordinary enemies. He swung his sword mercilessly, and each hit brought an exhilarating feedback sensation.

Around Bologue, the ground began to collapse. Huge stones were shattered by his power, and under the command of Secret Energy·Commanding Decree, they floated upwards, transforming into violent meteors that crashed towards Furya and her companions. The flying fragments of stone mercilessly struck them, easily carving a vast vacuum area in the crowd.

Bologue advanced relentlessly, tearing through Furya and her companions’ defense lines in an instant.

In the past and present, Furya was only a scholar. She didn’t know how to fight, even as the will of the Ruins District, she was like a clumsy child, only able to bombard wildly with pure Ether.

Passing by one figure after another, Bologue caught sight of the old Furya among the crowd, and she too noticed him. This time, her face held no hint of mockery, but was solemn instead.

The continuous sound of shattering resounded as the corridor supporting their battle began to collapse. The ground disintegrated and plunged into the void. Furya and her companions began to retreat and regroup, their original forms started to melt into streams of light, which then coalesced into a gigantic sphere of light.

Misty Light.

The massive Light Forged tentacles swept towards Bologue. He repeatedly dodged, running along the tentacles, and when confronted with a sweeping strike, he ducked low, slid through the gap, and then threw out the Silver Hand, grabbing one floating boulder after another, using them as relay points to propel himself closer in mid-air.

A searing point of light gathered within the sphere, and then it erupted. Lethal streamfire engulfed Bologue precisely. Under the scorching heat and brilliance, only a vague black silhouette was visible, and when the streamfire subsided, the silhouette charged out.

Layer upon layer of Rhombus Shields stood in front of the silhouette, but they had mostly been burned through and melted under the impact of the streamfire, revealing the figure of a nearly charred Bologue.

His body was once again severely damaged, but this time Bologue didn’t rapidly heal. Nor did he continue to plunder the Ether of the Misty Light.

"I still don’t like the feeling of being out of control."

Bologue complained loudly. Despite his broken body, he had regained the initiative, using his still-functioning arm with all his might to pull the Silver Hand.

Now he was infinitely close to the Misty Light. The Light Forged tentacles attacked again. Just as they were about to hit Bologue, the extended Silver Hand grabbed the bane, cleaving open a Curved Pathway Rift.

Through layer after layer of encirclement, Bologue appeared in front of the Misty Light, so close that its dazzling light filled his entire vision.

"It’s up to you now!"

Bologue swiftly retrieved the Silver Hand, taking advantage of the momentum to drag out the one hiding in the void. Amidst the scream of the little Furya, Bologue threw her into the Misty Light, and then he plunged headfirst into it.

The intense stream of light nearly blinded Bologue. Beyond the ultimate brilliance was ultimate darkness. When his vision cleared again, he found himself in a place both familiar and unfamiliar.

The main laboratory, which should have been reduced to ruins, came back into view, and the tower still stood as it always had. Little Furya’s body was no longer shattered, and she sat bewilderedly on the ground beside him.

Bologue struggled to raise his head and looked forward. Under the tower, an aged figure was sitting on a chair.

She looked at Bologue with an emotionless gaze in her dry eyes.