Bologue took a deep breath. Following his usual habits, whenever he obtained a new weapon, he would find a few unfortunate souls to test the weapon’s strength and enhance mutual control.
But this ti, the urgency and importance of the event forced Bologue to slightly break the expert’s deanor, turning this grave operation into a practical weapon test.
The effect was quite remarkable.
The Vengeful Saw Axe possessed a sinister allure; any flesh wounded by it had its blood drawn back into the axe blade, turning its blood-stained surface even more foul and filthy.
The bloodthirsty whispers emanated from the hand axe, and amidst them, Bologue faintly heard a heartbeat akin to war drums, and gradually, this heartbeat synchronized with Bologue’s own, influencing him to feel intensely heated all over.
"What exactly are you?" Bologue wondered curiously in his heart.
Raising the hand axe, as enough blood was sacrificed, the jagged teeth on the axe blade beca clear. They resembled monster fangs, gnawing in interlocked bites.
When combating the Silent Ones, Bologue initially intended to use Hate Bite to cut through the armor’s defenses and then strike heavily with the hand axe. But when the hand axe hit the Silent One’s armor, the jagged axe blade clamped onto the armor tightly, and with the sound of tal cutting and a strange chewing sound, it forcibly shattered the dark Iron Armor.
Bologue was both alard by the power of the Vengeful Saw Axe and aware of its influence on himself.
Bologue was becoming less efficient.
As Palr thought, Bologue could completely command this area, and even surpass the opponent’s Rectangular Soul Critical, directly commanding the blood within them to break open their flesh.
But Bologue didn’t do that; instead, he fought like a gladiator in a deathmatch, trading blows with weapons, disdainful of using any other ans.
This hand axe was subtly affecting him, urging him to fight courageously. Whenever Bologue felt tired, it would transmit a surge of energy, removing Bologue’s fatigue, keeping him at peak condition, even erasing physical pain.
If Bologue didn’t possess strong enough willpower, under the axe’s control, he would undoubtedly beco a bloodthirsty maniac, locked in a bloody battle with the enemy, until the power residing in the axe felt satisfied, until his own head was chopped off.
Such brutal force led Bologue to speculate which Devil bestowed this weapon with blessings?
Sin of Wrath?
The dense corpses rose again under the command of the monstrous birds, sparing not even the corpses of the Silent Ones.
The Silent Ones had already noticed Bologue’s movents and wanted to co personally to intercept him, but Palr, along with the main force of the Secret Swords, held them back.
The continuous explosive roar and rampant Ether turbulence swept through the surrounding area. Bologue watched slice after slice of giant rocks crumble and fall off the cliffs, disappearing with the structures atop them into the Sea of Mist.
The corpses raised firearms, most of which were Alchemy Armant. As long as the weapons remained undamaged, there were bodies they could control to obstruct Bologue’s advance.
It was indeed a powerful defensive tactic, like sothing daredevils might concoct, yet Bologue still detected sothing amiss.
Amidst the layers of encirclent by the Order Bureau and the King’s Secret Sword, the downfall of the King’s Shield Guard was inevitable, yet they made no attempt to break out, resisting stubbornly instead, seemingly buying ti.
Bologue realized sothing, decisively charging ahead, plunging into the enemy lines.
The hand axe ferociously chopped forward, embedding into a soldier’s shoulder and plunging into the chest. He was already dead, but under the monstrous bird’s control, the corpse continued fighting.
The monstrous bird roared furiously, trying to tear away Bologue’s hand axe. Hate Bite instantly swept across, tearing open the corpse’s abdon, splattering blood everywhere.
The monstrous bird let out a shrill scream as the Sword Axe shredded the corpse into a mist of blood, and its shrieks abruptly ceased.
The battle grew increasingly violent, increasingly frenzied as Bologue’s sword and axe continuously slashed over flesh, stirring up waves of scalding blood.
Each swinging gust brought forth a chilling sound that made one’s hair stand on end.
Palr shouted towards Bologue, but whatever he was yelling, Bologue could no longer hear. Before him were only these endlessly erging enemies.
At this mont, the adrenal surge filled Bologue’s body with a wild, frantic ecstasy. This ecstasy was indescribable in words, as though his nerves were drenched in morbid pleasure, breathing beca rapid, and his throat emitted continuous, muffled moans like a crazed beast.
"Damn it!" Palr shouted, "Bologue! Bologue!"
Palr detected sothing was wrong with Bologue. They were here to execute a mission, not for a massacre. But no matter how he called out, Bologue didn’t respond.
As for stepping forward to intervene, to be honest, in the face of that savage slaughter, Palr didn’t have the courage to advance for a mont.
Bologue’s mind beca chaotic, he had completely lost awareness of any details around him, as if existing solely for the slaughter.
Scarlet blood stamped a path beneath Bologue’s feet, relying solely on his own strength, he slashed through the entire enemy horde with sword and axe, blood mist spreading and rising, even the fog boiled along with it.
Bologue’s berserk state had completely exceeded normal limits, his mind twisted to the extre, like a divine spirit possessed him, diving into his body, controlling his every impulse and decision.
His body heated up, excitedly trembling uncontrollably, it seed as though the entire world was shrouded in blood and death, only a constantly escalating battle could free his mind.
Cheer!
Bologue held the bloody weapons with both hands, the taste of death and blood continually transmitting from his fingertips, this pleasure was like a desolate wind sweeping crazily across the battlefield, he shouted uncontrollably, feeling all the blood flowing through every cell of his body, like the liberation of a savage soul.
"Sothing’s wrong..."
Bologue suddenly spoke, the rapidly swinging sword axe suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air.
In the spreading blood mist, the once berserk Bologue suddenly halted, his unusual action causing even the monstrous birds to stop their assault for a mont.
Though they were abominable alchemical creatures, their only biological instincts still consistently alerted them to the opponent’s terrifying nature.
"Are you speaking to ?" Bologue surveyed the surroundings of severed limbs and bodies, then held the Vengeful Saw Axe horizontally, "Are you trying to dominate ?"
In the unintentional mont of battle, the power of the Vengeful Saw Axe had already invaded Bologue’s mind, granting him invincibility in combat, all Bologue needed to offer it was rely blood and death.
The drum-like resonance of his heartbeat continued.
Bologue took a deep breath, the next second Grudge’s Bite swiftly swept across the hand axe, while Bologue’s secret energy began to expand.
Azure trails spread across the hand axe, fully under Bologue’s command, followed by Grudge’s Bite slicing across the axe blade, leaving a scar-like sword mark on the mottled tal surface.
Bologue spoke to the hand axe to himself, "I don’t dislike bloodthirsty slaughter, but the premise is, we need to separate work and leisure."
"Can you understand what I an?"
Bologue said, the glow of the Alchemy Matrix covered his arm, Ethereal Amplification bestowed upon Grudge’s Bite, the pitch-black sword tip lightly rested on the axe blade.
Responding to Bologue, wave after wave of spiritual impact.
Bologue saw many phantoms, countless rational and clear minds had once fallen into brutal dominance, sinking into madness.
Their psychological changes directly reflected within Bologue’s inner world, paranoia and brutal desires, under the influence of the Vengeful Saw Axe, their souls were slowly dominated by the unutterable Devil.
Thoughts beca chaotic, contradictions, worries, and fears intertwined constantly in the mind.
Bologue saw those dominated beginning to impose fear and abuse on all surrounding life, rcilessly slaughtering and ravaging the innocent.
The minds of mortals began to deteriorate, they enjoyed watching those terrified expressions, savoring their pain and fear, with increasingly twisted desire, their pitiful intellects explored deeper into the dark, seeking the source of that power.
Until souls were defiled, transford, devoured.
Bologue’s gaze began to blur, monts later his eyes cleared once more, he asked, "Is that all?"
Strange roars echoed in Bologue’s mind, he sneered contemptuously, Grudge’s Bite slowly pressed down, leaving another deepening scar on the hand axe.
"I’ll repeat it again, you’re just a tool."
Bologue instinctively activated the Face of Horror, his deanor instantly transford, becoming an Evil Spirit from the night.
"I don’t mind maintaining weapons with blood, but the premise is, you can complete tasks efficiently.
Do you understand?"
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