Endless Debt

Chapter 558 - 70: Messenger of Winter

The hummingbird’s design was extremely exquisite. By the faint glow of the flames, Bologue could observe that the hummingbird’s abdomen was a transparent glass structure, filled with crimson blood that emitted ethereal fluctuations to power the hummingbird.Bologue and the hummingbird faced each other, their gazes seemingly able to penetrate the support of the Domination Object, observing that mysterious overlord.

Since Bologue captured him, Derby’s voice had vanished. Bologue felt he hadn’t left, and was still observing him, just as he himself was observing Derby.

Below, Zefirin tensed up. She had to be tense, as the Bloodthirsters’ self-immolation attacks triggered multiple explosions. Even though Bologue faced the flames head-on, armed with alchemy potions to heal his body, he should have sustained some injuries.

But now, other than his clothes being slightly tattered, Bologue showed no signs of injury. Even though there was some contaminated blood staining him, Zefirin could clearly distinguish that it wasn’t Bologue’s blood.

"Damn it!"hing: could the Fortress of the Morning Wind, standing in the Wind Source Highlands for so long, really be breached so easily?

Pressing his head forcefully, during the prior battle, Bologue had also inhaled some of the toxins, making his mind a bit groggy, so he no longer wanted to think about these matters.

All around echoed the intermittent roars, more and more Bloodthirsty attackers clustered together, under Zephyline’s command, launching a surprise attack toward Bologue, while she exerted herself to deploy Aether concealment, making her Ether reactions almost null, then melded into the crimson mist.

Zephyline used the poisonous fog to cloak the surrounding material, thwarting Bologue’s command over it. Fortunately, Bologue carried Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, writhing snakes coiled around his body, forming a heavy Armor.

Bologue clenched his fists, two heavy and narrow swords extended, he crouched, more blades stretched out from the Armor on his back, as Bologue marched forward, the blades scraped against each other, emitting a sharp, piercing shrill.

He resembled a mutated porcupine, or perhaps a scarred monster laden with numerous arrow feathers.

Based on previous battles, Bologue tried to imagine how he appeared in Zephyline’s eyes.

A Commander possessing strange regenerative abilities, adept at long-range combat... should be something like that, right?

Under the cold mask, Bologue inadvertently laughed, he enjoyed scenarios like this, crafting a solid image in someone else’s mind, then shattering it with a stark contrast.

Bologue guessed correctly, in Zephyline’s eyes, he indeed carried such an image, otherwise, she wouldn’t resort to close combat in the end to settle the feud.

At this moment, Zephyline’s mindset underwent subtle changes, she gazed at Bologue shrouded in Iron Armor, in previous encounters, Bologue indeed protected himself using Armor, yet he had never fashioned such a heavy, aggressive Armor.

Could it be...

Before Zephyline’s thought could conclude, driven by Ethereal Amplification, Bologue leapt like a cannonball, the ruins beneath crumbled into pieces.

His speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, he was before Zephyline, two stark white longswords raised high, brilliant sword light filled Zephyline’s eyes.

No matter what, Zephyline couldn’t fathom that Bologue would actively choose close combat, nor could she understand why he appeared full of confidence.

It shouldn’t be, should Commanding School Condensers not maintain distance, relying on Domination Object to crush opponents?

The dual swords swung down, interrupting all of Zephyline’s thoughts, she instinctively lifted the Chain Saw Scythe to fend off Bologue’s attack, the moment they made contact, Zephyline felt a huge force transmitted from the weapon, the next second, she was sent flying.

Shattering numerous stones along the way, she stopped at a high wall, struggling to lift herself, feeling as though her arm was about to break.

The steel monster did not pause; he turned once more toward Zephyline with lethal intent, despite being an Undead, she now felt a profoundly familiar yet alien intensity stirring within her.

Death.

Bloodthirsty attackers lunged from both sides, blocking Bologue’s path of attack, Derby still commanded the battlefield from afar, Zephyline’s toxins could corrode Ether, finally, when infiltrating the Wind Cellar, they still needed Zephyline’s power, she couldn’t perish here.

The fearsome, terrifying shadows failed to slow Bologue’s pace; sharp blades easily sliced them into shattered chunks of flesh, yet more Bloodthirsty attackers charged, their bodies rapidly swelling, blood boiling before they even contacted Bologue.

A cluster of Bloodthirsty attackers simultaneously exploded, boiling blood ignited fervent flames, gathering into a fiery tornado on the plain.

The dread in Zephyline’s heart eased considerably, she struggled to stand up, but soon heard footsteps emerging from the fiery tornado.

The sound was vivid and heavy, as if a giant was marching towards her.

A dark, indistinct shadow emerged within the firelight, then a tall, sinister figure walked out of the flames, blue flames burned within the crevices of the Armor, fragments of shattered Armor from the explosion were shed like a snake shedding its skin, newborn Armor layered and covered.

Zephyline suddenly realized something; perhaps this was Bologue’s true strength, the previous encounter might have been merely probing her.

This desperate truth pushed Zephyline into a chilling despair, yet she did not abandon resistance; now was not the time for any disguise, she decisively discarded the Chain Saw Scythe, raised her fists, the brilliance of Ether shimmering on the Hand Armor.

One strike.

Zephyline whispered in her heart, if she could penetrate Bologue’s Armor, land a blow on his flesh, she still had a chance to win this battle.

Bologue stepped forward, his strides hastening till he broke into a run, akin to a charging bull, effortlessly crushing, smashing both ruins and corpses, and it was at this moment another Ether reaction arose.

Amidst the downpour casting from the sky, frost was interspersed, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, even the burning fiery tornado extinguished, the ground began to freeze, and the rain turned into endless ice shards crashing onto the Armor.

Visibly icy chill spread, the drenched Armor progressively froze, to the extent a thick ice layer enveloped Bologue’s feet, continuing to climb along his torso.

On the other side of the battlefield, Zephyline’s reinforcements arrived, Haiqi’s eyes radiated crimson light, commanding the battlefield’s temperature like a winter envoy.