Endless Debt

Chapter 1526 - 70: The Long Death (Part 3)

Blood filled Bologue’s throat and lungs, the intense feeling of suffocation made him unable to utter a word, but Bologue still tried to smile at the Speaker, the Time Ring on his wrist shining brightly.Two time ripples collided, the stalemate lasted only for one or two seconds before the ripple triggered by the Time Ring was easily crushed by the power of the Fantasy Species. It was during this brief moment that Holt successfully dodged into the Curved Pathway Rift, appearing outside the Nest Core’s gate.

Holt’s gaze was cold and stern as he looked from afar at the Speaker and Bologue, allowing the time ripples to devour them both.

Expansion, contraction, returning to the origin.

The Speaker remained in his dry and decayed state, whereas Bologue stood before Holt, holding the Vengeful Saw Axe in hand. It seemed time had reset to the moment Bologue broke into the Earthly Celestial Kingdom.

This time Bologue did not attack impulsively, he twirled the Hand Axe in his hand, as if getting into the zone, and his voice became sinister.

"You know? Nesanel isn’t dead, he’s resting below, probably needing a bit more time, and he will have rested enough to ascend the High Tower, coming here step by step."

Bologue licked his teeth, his smile arrogant, "Even if Nesanel doesn’t join the battle, how many times can you repeat it?"

"Oh... right, I guess even if we exhaust all your Fantasy Species, you’d still leave one for yourself, right? After all, I’ve met too many of your kind who are afraid of death, even if their ambition gets extinguished, they wouldn’t dare face death."

Bologue’s speech picked up speed, "Yes, you’d surely keep one Fantasy Species for yourself, to prolong your life, meaning that you wouldn’t reset time until there’s only one left."

He stomped joyfully, "Great, this means, we can capture you alive, take you prisoner, right?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" the Speaker said disdainfully, "Such psychological attacks are too childish, aren’t they?"

"No, no, no, this isn’t some psychological attack, it’s just stating my thoughts."

Bologue shook his head, "Like you said, the Condenser reigns supreme, if I defeat you, it means you’re not worthy to be the Ultimate Condenser, so... you’re just a quantifiable resource."

"An elder who has lived for who-knows-how-long, possessing vast knowledge of the Fantasy Species and the Illusion Creation school, you alive, are far more valuable than dead."

Bologue spoke domineeringly before the Speaker could, "Do you think you won’t lose? Or won’t cooperate with us even if you lose?"

In the Speaker’s flustered gaze, Bologue’s smile grew increasingly maniacal and wicked, "Speaker, being in your position, you should know, there are far too many ways in this world to make a person speak."

The Speaker swallowed his dry throat, he inexplicably felt an indescribable chill from Bologue, permeating through his skin pores and crawling along his blood vessels...

Suddenly, Holt moved, he struck first, cleaving open a Curved Pathway Rift before Bologue. The Speaker had no time to think, readying to face the duo’s impact, only to find that Holt did not step into the Rift.

One after another!

Holt cleaved multiple Curved Pathway Rifts in place, accordingly, rifts appeared all around the Nest Core’s area.

The Speaker’s heart grew heavy, and Bologue’s words passed over from afar.

Bologue, with a smile, raised his eyebrows at the Speaker, "Time to reset?"

After saying so, Bologue turned and stepped into one of the rifts, as for Holt, he had long vanished from the original place.

Ether surged like a tide towards the Speaker, continuing the previous fantasy, first with the Void Spirit School, then the Ascension School... under the power of Fantasy Becoming Reality, the Speaker was a true Celestial God, defying all iron laws, freely playing with time, breaking the barriers between schools.

The Speaker should be ecstatic at this moment, but his heart was filled only with coldness.

"Is it here!"

The Speaker shouted facing a side rift, from within it, he sensed the approaching Ether response.

As if rewarding the Speaker for guessing the target correctly, Holt burst forth from inside, an absolute sense of delay pervaded, turning the entire area into a muddy swamp.

The Speaker’s steps faltered, but quickly, Ethereum Mutual Exclusion successfully resisted the invasion of sluggishness.

He commanded, "Kneel!"

A heavy pressure surged towards Holt, hundreds of times the gravity tightly gripped him, similar to an alternate slow-effect, slowing down his speed, but soon, just like how the Speaker responded to the Amber’s wrap, Holt likewise propped up Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, rejecting the binding of gravity.

"We only need your brain, so limbs, torso, organs, are all unnecessary."

Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded from behind the Speaker.

A feigned attack! This was a feigned attack!

Silently, Bologue emerged from a different side rift, the Speaker tried to defend, but at that moment, copper ripples spread, the Time Ring’s stagnation enveloped the Speaker, forcibly interrupting his actions.

Black hair quickly turned gray, trying to stagnate a Seeker of Glory’s movement always comes with a high price, fortunately Bologue had infinite chips.

Near-eternal suspension wasn’t needed, just those two or three seconds would suffice.

Bologue closed in on the Speaker, the ravenous Vengeful Saw Axe bit into the Speaker’s throat, the interlocking saw teeth delicately slicing the flesh, sucking blood.