Endless Debt

Chapter 1528 - 70: The Long Death_5

The pure frenzy brought by the Sin of Wrath repeatedly bombarded the Speaker’s heart, he struggled to suppress that primal violent conflict, maintaining a shred of consciousness.Failed.

The Speaker clearly realized that in this Time Reversal, he no longer had any chance of winning. It was time to restart time!

"Restart... Restart! Restart! Restart!"

The Speaker screamed uncontrollably, but no matter how he wielded power, the Fantasy Species did not respond to his desires.

What’s going on?

The Speaker didn’t understand what had happened, but when he tried to operate Ether further, unbearable pain emanated from his flesh and soul.

The Alchemy Matrix projected onto his body became dim and faded, with connected lines appearing to fracture and dislocate.

The Serrated Blade pierced the Speaker’s abdomen and quickly withdrew, drawing large chunks of internal organs with its barbs. Simultaneously, an aggressive Ether burrowed into the shell, riddling his Rectangular Soul Critical with perforations, and tearing a deep fissure in the Alchemy Matrix.

Soul Scars.

Under the joint assault of Bologue and Holt, Bologue’s Ether pierced through the Speaker’s Rectangular Soul Critical, shattering his Alchemy Matrix, leaving deadly Soul Scars.

And with the defense of the Rectangular Soul Critical failing, at that moment, Bologue’s long dormant Power of Command was finally unleashed.

"Dominate!"

Vaguely, the Speaker heard a voice commanding, then he saw radiant tracks extending from Bologue towards himself, as if Bologue’s Alchemy Matrix was assimilating him.

"Restart! Damn it, why isn’t it restarting yet!"

The Speaker didn’t care about much else; he repeatedly tried to trigger the Fantasy Species, but no matter how hard he tried, there was never a response. The Speaker didn’t understand why the Fantasy Species rejected him, then he suddenly noticed changes in the outside world.

Bologue’s grotesque figure was right in front of him, but his actions seemed to be frozen, countless sharp Serrated Blades suspended in mid-air, blood and flesh also frozen in place.

Not only Bologue was frozen, but the Speaker himself, his body was similarly immobile, the world around him was also, everything stepping into absolute eternity.

Initially, the Speaker was terrified to no end, but as this stasis continued for minutes, the Speaker gradually calmed down and began to ponder what had happened.

When half an hour had passed, anxiety captured the Speaker again, feeling trapped in an eternal prison.

The Speaker couldn’t help but wonder if he was already dead, whether this was the world after death, or perhaps he did successfully activate the Fantasy Species, but this time the Fantasy Species misfulfilled a wish, freezing him forever at the moment before death.

Confused, the Speaker was completely unsure of what happened to him.

An hour, two hours, a day, two days...

As time moved to the third day, in this absolute stasis, the Speaker finally understood what happened, seeing that the Serrated Blade hanging above his head, compared to three days ago, had slightly descended by about a centimeter...

Indeed, time wasn’t frozen, it was still flowing, just... only he was delayed.

When Bologue pierced his Rectangular Soul Critical, Holt also successfully invaded his Alchemy Matrix, slowing down his neural consciousness, infinitely delaying his senses.

Amber not only encapsulated the flesh but also by wrapping around the nerves, further restricted the activation of consciousness.

Exactly, it wasn’t that the Fantasy Species rejected him, but his command was issued too slowly, too slow for the Fantasy Species to receive.

Time hadn’t been three days gone by, it was merely his perception dulled, stretching several seconds into unbearably long.

At this moment, destiny was sealed.

The Speaker stared blankly at those descending Serrated Blades, first in impotent rage, followed by calm, despair, until finally pleading, asking time to pass quicker, to let these blades fall swiftly.

The prolonged stasis before death, akin to a silent torture, infinitely tormenting the Speaker’s mind.

Beyond the Speaker’s senses, in a world where everything flowed normally.

Bologue easily shredded the Speaker’s body, then just as he had said, Bologue grabbed the Speaker’s head with one hand, forcefully extracting it from the flesh-blood-choked chest cavity, the crimson spine erupting forth.

Upon this spine, a large Ether hung there; Bologue guessed this was the first of its kind.

Below this Ether, roots extended, connecting degraded versions of the Ether, akin to a harvest, a bunch of fruits hung along the branches of the spine.

The Speaker’s eyes were dull; he remained in absolute consciousness delay, rendered completely powerless.

When Bologue was freed from rage and obsession, Holt had finished safely handling the Speaker, unlocking the delay imposed on him, then listening to that surviving head softly close its lips.

It spoke.

"Kill me..."

Bologue completely ignored the Speaker’s reaction, using him like a cane to support himself.

Thus, he ripped through the High Tower.