Endless Debt

Chapter 1527 - 70: Prolonged Death_4

The Speaker could clearly hear the sticky chewing sound, as if the weapon had come to life, gnawing on him."Get away!"

The Speaker shouted, the Power of Command of Fantasy Becoming Reality pressing on Bologue, trying to push him back, but the Ether just gathered, quickly dissipated, and vanished without a trace.

Silence? Or Prohibition!

The Speaker looked around in terror, the only ones who could flatten his Ether in a breath were the Seekers of Glory from the Origin School, but in this Nest Core, there were only Bologue and Holt.

A strange feeling of withdrawal surged from the wound in his throat, as if someone was sucking his blood in big gulps, pulling out the Ether stored within.

"Ah... Ah!"

The Speaker screamed uncontrollably, never having encountered such a bizarre situation, and then he saw Bologue with eyes like torches.

Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

Perhaps it was the hallucination caused by the injury, but in the Speaker’s eyes, Bologue’s smile became increasingly exaggerated, the corners of his mouth seemingly splitting to his ears, revealing countless blood-stained sharp teeth.

"I... got you!"

Bologue’s voice was hoarse, he raised his right hand, strands of bandages extended from his flesh, connecting to the handle of the Vengeful Saw Axe, like forbidden chains, completely binding the two together.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Speaker kept cursing, attempting to mobilize Ether to disperse Bologue, but each time he gathered Ether, it suddenly disappeared, as if an invisible monster swallowed it all.

It’s... it’s Bologue!

Feeling the Ether in Bologue’s body continuously filling up, even to the point of almost bursting the Alchemy Matrix, the Speaker was certain that it was Bologue causing this bizarre phenomenon.

"No hands or feet required!"

Bologue yelled, just as before, a hand chop struck towards the Speaker’s chest, but this time, the Speaker, relying on the power of the Ascension School of Fantasy Becoming Reality, raised his hand to block Bologue’s heavy blow.

"Shut up!"

The Speaker hated Bologue’s roar, that voice seemingly able to touch the soul, causing waves of agitation.

Blocking the heavy blow, and applying a counter-attack, the Power of the Extreme Realm enhanced, the Speaker retaliated with a punch through Bologue’s chest, piercing through his lung, stopping his disturbing voice abruptly.

Bologue’s body leaned back weakly, but just as he was about to fall, he suddenly straightened up again, holding the Speaker’s head with both hands.

"No hands or feet required!"

Bologue roared and bellowed at the Speaker.

In an instant, a sharp pain came, the Speaker watched as his arm that pierced through Bologue’s chest broke, in his peripheral vision, Holt suddenly appeared behind the Speaker, slowed his limbs, maintaining a sword-wielding gesture, the edge of the blade with threads of blood.

"No hands or feet required!"

Like a carnival, Bologue frantically shouted, pouncing like a beast, biting the Speaker’s face, after a brief entanglement, Bologue suddenly rose up, almost tearing the Speaker’s entire face off.

The sharp blade in Holt’s hand returned, severing the Speaker’s legs, neatly breaking along the knees.

"Ha ha!"

The bizarre laughter continued, for a moment the Speaker began to doubt what he was actually facing, then he noticed that the remaining arm in Bologue’s chest was being slowly consumed by Bologue’s body.

Around the wound on Bologue’s chest, rings of serrated teeth grew, like a meat grinder, they slowly chewed the Speaker’s severed arm...

Looking at Bologue again... it wasn’t an illusion, Bologue seemed blessed by a chaotic Demon God, his mouth cracked to his ears, his mouth full of sharp, serrated barbs, his heart pounding rapidly, the sound resonating like an engine.

Protection·Sacrificial Slaughter.

The Vengeful Saw Axe fully came to life, completely merging with Bologue’s flesh, serrated sharp teeth and claws grew like thorns over every part of his flesh, transforming into a pure weapon.

"No eyes or ears required!"

Strange, interwoven cries echoed, and the Speaker felt intense tremors coming from beside his ears.

Hands!

The hands of Bologue gripping the Speaker’s head transformed into bizarre serrated blades, in an instant leaving shallow and deep bloodstains on the Speaker’s head, piercing his eardrums and destroying his eyes.

His vision was a field of red, the Speaker invoked the power of the Void Spirit School, repeatedly inflicting severe mental blows on Bologue, but no matter how extreme the forces he released, wave after wave of psychic shocks hit like a black hole, failing to restrict Bologue’s movement in the slightest.

The Speaker couldn’t help but doubt whether the Bologue before him still possessed any sanity.

The Speaker guessed right, at this moment, Bologue truly lacked what could be called sanity, naturally immune to the effects of psychic shock, now his mind and thoughts were entirely occupied by a frenzied, irrational obsession, a curse brought about by the Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing.

It should be said that trying to steal the Ether of a Seeker of Glory was still too taxing for Bologue, after just a few rounds of devouring, he reached the threshold, triggering the curse, so Bologue simply activated Protection·Sacrificial Slaughter, since he was already out of control, he might as well surrender completely.

"Only the head required!"

The monster growled lowly, the layered serrated blades tore open the Speaker’s chest, forcibly ripping out withered or bloated Fantasy Species one by one from the flesh.