Endless Debt

Chapter 1261 - 75: Desire

The security staff possess high-level access within the Ruins District. The solid walls melt and collapse before them, countless berserk ether gathers around them, converging into fiercely burning molten matter, rapidly convecting dense wind blades, or compressing thunderclouds with endless erupting thunder.High concentrations of ether gather here, manifesting the essence of elements. Bologue feels his breath gradually suffocating, his whole body scorched by the intense heat, a large amount of electric charge floating in the air, currents surging, causing Bologue’s fur to stand on end.

In battle, Bologue always likes to be one step ahead.

Under Ethereal Amplification, the blade strikes forward at ultra-high speed, a massive amount of ether converging on the blade, then immersing into Void Shedding Sword Oil. A series of subtle reactions occur in that sword oil, then they quickly evaporate, bestowing it with the power of the Ether Curved Pathway.

Accompanied by Bologue’s sword swing, a ghostly blue ether ripple rapidly spreads outwards, like a sword mark etched in the air emitting a faint glow, quickly sweeping toward the security staff.

With prior experience, the security staff have realized Bologue is an incredibly troublesome creature; a gust of wind erupts instantly, in an instant, as if thousands of blades are issuing sharp chimes.

Bologue cannot discern their trajectory, he can only feel the fierce air currents coming from all directions.

These wind blades are semi-transparent, like ripples, light and unpredictable, they swim like a group of fish in water, elegant and agile. However, they contain terrifying power, each wind blade is incomparably sharp, capable of tearing apart anything in its path.

Accompanied by sharp whistles, countless wind blades exist simultaneously, moving at extreme speed, fiercely chopping the air, cutting out millions of sharp rays of light, like starlight flickering.

The ghostly blue sword mark collides with the wind blades, yet in the next moment, it passes directly through the dense wind blades and continues forward, as if it doesn’t exist, just a phantom.

In the delayed image, as the ghostly blue sword mark touches the security staff, the dense wind blades arrive in front of Bologue, slicing fine cuts into his cheeks.

Etherial explosion.

At that instant, Bologue’s figure begins to twist, countless ghostly blue ribbons grow on the blade, wrapping Bologue, blurring him rapidly. He steps forward, not onto the ground, but into the trace of the sword mark he just cut.

With the aid of Void Shedding Sword Oil, the ether ripple that Bologue cut open continuously opens a Curved Pathway Rift ahead of him. The moment he steps into the rift, Bologue’s figure disappears from the spot, and the wind blades immediately chop the rear corridor into a mottled and horrifying sight.

Immediately, on the other end of the rift, Bologue emerges before the security staff.

Sword Axe slashing fiercely.

Using the advantage of proximity, Bologue instantly tears several security staff into pieces, scattering in the etherial radiance, Bologue breathes heavily.

The Void Shedding Sword Oil indeed possesses the power of the curved path, but as a semi-finished product, its power is flawed.

It is not a weapon but more like a consumable. Ether is injected, evaporates, granting Bologue’s ether some curved path power, and the ether shock and ripples released by the strike can briefly open a Curved Pathway Rift along its path.

Within this brief Curved Pathway Rift, Bologue can travel through, thereby avoiding external attacks, moving freely on the battlefield. However, it is not as flexible as the Phantom Dagger, and the ether consumption is extremely astounding.

Every meter Bologue extends the Curved Pathway Rift requires a large amount of ether as the carrier to propel the release of the ripple.

Yet at least it does have curved path power, which is sufficient.

The security staff are entirely unprepared for Bologue’s sudden appearance, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid explodes again, countless fine needles piercing into their bodies, trying again to curtail the surge of ether.

Meanwhile, the Curved Pathway Rift cut open behind Bologue begins to close, the security staff decisively detonate the burning molten matter and compressed thunderclouds.

In the narrow corridor, a sudden roar erupts, pressure waves from the explosion spread rapidly in all directions, like a visible shock wave pushing the air to the limit, terrifying air currents raging like a storm in the narrow space.

The astonishing pressure strikes the walls and floors, as if hundreds of giant hands violently squeezing space, simultaneously releasing tremendous energy from the explosion.

The charge in the air is activated, forming a chain of thunder strikes, positive and negative charges fiercely competing in the air, generating a strong electric field and current, lightning quickly flickers in the narrow corridor, arcs blooming like sparks in the air.

Bologue feels countless heavy blows hammering his body, bones cracking, blood gushing, the security staff also rapidly vanish in this suicidal offensive.

In the sudden descent of destruction, Furya’s mind is filled with screams. With the pre-warning, she has already closed several doors, locked important documents in the safe.

Before Furya can find cover, the roaring impact easily penetrates several doors, an invisible shock wave floods the room like a deluge. Furya first feels a burst of intense pain, then her sensation goes numb, loses consciousness, her vision rapidly shifts. When she reacts, she finds herself pinned against the wall, slammed into the lockers.

After a long while, Furya managed to stand up, driven by sheer willpower, despite the intense pain.

In the aftermath of the explosion, a scene of devastation filled her view. The once-neat office was now in ruins, its walls covered in fragments and the remnants of shattered furniture, dust clouding the air, obscuring the former glory and vitality.

Furya struggled to open the deformed safe and retrieved the documents Bologue required, staggering as she made her way into the corridor.

Dead silence enveloped this desolate sight, with not even a whisper breaking through the vast solitude.

Furya noticed several fragmented energy entities crawling slowly, realigning themselves. Amidst the charred blackness, she saw the broken, twisted body.

"Bologue!"

Furya exclaimed his name. Even though she knew beforehand that Bologue was the Undead, seeing Bologue with half of his body collapsed still tugged at her heart.

Bologue did not respond; his throat was dry from the burns, only able to produce a raspy moan. He struggled to get up, prioritizing the healing of his limbs.

Grabbing the Sword Axe, Bologue’s thin frame lunged directly at the fragmented energy entities.

Earlier, Bologue dared to release Ether without fear because his Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing somewhat restrained these staff members. When missing Ether, he could simply seize it from them.

With Bologue’s identity as the Undead, he could fight in the Ruins District for decades.

The remaining Ether of the security personnel was quickly plundered by Bologue, their bodies deflated like punctured balloons, leaving only charred clothing behind.

With Ether replenished, Bologue’s healing accelerated, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, more security personnel descended from the collapsing breach, followed by a tidal surge of Ether, until a blinding strong light arrived.

Like being illuminated by a searchlight, the pure white light completely obscured Bologue’s figure, making him seem like a fugitive discovered, or perhaps a performer stepping onto a stage.

"Ethereal Radiance..." Bologue murmured softly.

This time, the rift beyond the wall was not the Forge Furnace Volcano, but the observing Ethereal Radiance, appearing directly here amidst the spatial distortion, personally arriving at the battlefield.

Slits covered the surrounding walls, and in the next moment, they began to rotate like a chaotic Rubik’s Cube, the spatial structure twisting rapidly, rendering Bologue like he was in a constantly transforming maze.

"Bologue! Over here!"

Furya’s voice rang out, as she barely stood straight, happily pointing towards the back of the corridor.

With spatial distortion, the obstructing wall vanished, after spiraling outwards for an unknown distance, another indistinct space appeared at the end, with Furya certain it was the main laboratory missing from the design plans.

Bologue took a glance at the main laboratory; his clear mind told him he needed to fend off these enemies and then reach the main laboratory, a notion Bologue himself understood.

However, as Bologue prepared to move, a strange voice arose in his mind.

Bologue didn’t know what that voice was saying, but his body instinctively started to act, lifting the Sword Axe, he swung at the security personnel without looking back.

The influence of the Vengeful Saw Axe?

Immediately, Bologue speculated in his mind, yet his consciousness remained clear, not at all driven by rage. Still, it seemed he could not control his body, his mind filled only with that voice and an ever-expanding desire.

The desire to kill the enemy.

"Envy, stemming from desire, nearly twisted desire."

Suddenly, Bologue comprehensively understood what the voice was saying, and at this moment, Bologue realized the source of his body’s irrational actions.

It originated from the Curse of Protection.