"I still can’t completely break free, but for etings like this, I can manage it," the lady said.
Bologue paused for a mont and suddenly raised his hand. At his command, the wall beside him instantly collapsed, revealing a rift, not the familiar town, but a murky darkness with arcing flashes within it.
Seeing this scene, Bologue actually relaxed quite a bit, "We’re not in the Material Realm."
The lady laughed, knowing this couldn’t fool Bologue. Bologue also smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit tense.
In past years, the Devils’ direct interference in the Material Realm had little effect; even if there was progress, it only created a land where they could exercise their power. But as the two realms overlapped and Ether density increased, the Devils undoubtedly gained more power.
The lady couldn’t fully descend into the Material Realm, but she could extract a part of it and elevate the entire area to the Ethereal Realm.
Now the church resides in the gap between the Material Realm and the Ethereal Realm.
"What do you want to do, my lady?" Bologue took a deep breath.
"Nothing much, just ca to et my enemy. After all, our conflict is becoming increasingly sharp, with almost no room for adjustnt. Perhaps the next eting will see us drawing blades against each other."
"Oh? I thought we’ve always been sworn enemies."
Even when facing a Devil, Bologue remained assertive. After all, it wasn’t his first ti.
"There are no absolute sworn enemies, only tangled interests," the lady said, "I think I..."
"Shut up."
Bologue sternly interrupted, decisively rejecting all of the lady’s proposals.
"Are you sure you don’t want to hear it?"
The lady wasn’t angered by Bologue’s offense, she continued to walk forward, with strands of black hair slipping past her temples and brushing her forehead. Her face was expressionless, like a blank sheet of paper, a mighty ghostly performance.
"Hear what? I’ve had enough of your ghost stories," Bologue said.
The lady bluntly stated, "Leviathan is untrustworthy."
"Mammon said the sa thing before," Bologue shook his head, "He is untrustworthy, but are you guys trustworthy?"
"In certain necessary situations, we are indeed trustworthy."
The lady frankly told Bologue, "A new round of conflict has already begun, we want to crush Leviathan, but he is much trickier than we thought. Therefore, I hope to make progress with you."
As one of Leviathan’s Chosen Ones, Bologue plays a crucial role in the conflict.
"Kill ? Or imprison ?"
Bologue wasn’t surprised by such a developnt; after facing danger many tis, he was almost numb to it.
"No, no, how could it be?"
The lady placed her hand on her chest, accentuating her curves, as she approached even closer and stopped. Her breath ca over him like a scent of fresh blood, inducing eerie hallucinations in his mind.
"External pressure will only make you unite more firmly," the lady said, "I want to tell you so secrets, about Leviathan."
"Such as?"
"For example, Leviathan nearly defeated everyone and beca the sole King of Demons."
Bologue felt his mood grow heavier; he had considered Leviathan’s strength among Demons but hadn’t imagined it could be like this.
"Admit it, Bologue, rather than deciding a sole King of Demons, our mutual conflict better suits human survival, doesn’t it?"
The lady continued, "Once there’s a unified and absolute will, under the premise of Ether Realm and Material Realm overlapping, what chance would you have?"
Bologue suddenly thought of the battles between Original Sin Armant holders, what difference would their chosen champion have from the King of Demons.
Unity isn’t a good option, division isn’t either, wills burdened by power are filled with contradictions and distortions.
"You want to betray Leviathan?" Bologue asked.
"I don’t think I can easily persuade you."
"Then why are you wasting your breath?"
"But I trust you, believe that after learning so information, you’ll make the right decision... aning you’ll voluntarily betray Leviathan."
Bologue suddenly burst into laughter, mocking, "And why do you think I would be loyal to Leviathan?"
This question stunned the lady. She hadn’t expected Bologue to say such a thing. She wanted to say more but noticed Ether around them escaping rapidly.
Bologue’s eyes shone with brilliance. At his command, the surrounding Ether was escaping swiftly like a tidal wave, converging in the void region, endless energy fluctuating, spreading faint white light, discharging.
Bologue wasn’t of the Origin School and couldn’t master Ethereal Silence or Ethereal Prohibition, but through familiarity with Secret Energy·Commanding Decree, he realized he could artificially weaken Ether in another sense.
Command all Ether to escape!
The Power of Command grew stronger, erupting intense energy in the air, and as Ether flow rate continually increased, a powerful suction suddenly ford, sweeping the surrounding air and throwing it out towards Bologue’s shattered rift.
Like a breaking dam, the Ether indoors was drained in an instant, forcibly interrupting the area’s ascent, deprived of Ether’s support, the foundation of reality once again fell towards the Material Realm.
The lady imdiately felt pressure from all around, along with Ether’s expulsion and the church’s return to reality, the laws of the Material Realm were resisting the lady’s presence and attempting to drive her away.
Seeing this, the lady rely smiled, "You always bring surprises to , Bologue."
Bologue suddenly stepped forward, a swift slash descending instantly, the dark Sword Body like an Abyss, engulfing the mind that stared at the Blade.
A slender blood bead suddenly erged on the smooth neck of the woman, the next mont her entire head fell into the blood pool, along with the pedestal, both collapsing.
The blood boiled, evaporating swiftly, engulfing everything in its wake. When it dried, nothing remained on the ground, not the remains of benches or severed limbs, absolutely nothing but the lingering scent of coagulated blood.
Bologue sheathed his Vengeful Bite; it wasn’t his first offense against a Devil. What seed a mad assault to others felt rightful to Bologue.
"Do you think her words..." Aimou asked quietly.
"Half-truths," Bologue said, "I never doubt Leviathan’s ambition, but she’s the sa."
"However..."
Bologue slowly turned around, looking at the barely breathing York, he raised his hand, slitting his palm, with flowing blood drizzling down, entering York’s throat.
"I think her real purpose was to kill Tino, to protect the secret."
"Hmm?"
"I guess she didn’t expect her follower to et here, nor like Tino said, they’re surely trying to release the Calamity of this world."
"What should we do next?"
Such matters were too complex for Aimou, sotis she felt being a backup battery wasn’t too bad.
"Next," Bologue said, eyeing the fallen York, "let’s wait for him to wake up."
"It’s strange, the Night Race have been very active but don’t dare approach Oath City·Oubos, yet here in Gray Stone Town, there’s such a Night Race."
Through several months of fighting, Bologue accumulated considerable experience with the Night Race, "More perplexing is that every Night Race is a walking source of plague. When you discover one, he might have already donated blood to more Night Races, even to nurous Bloodthirsty."
Recalling his short experience in Gray Stone Town, Bologue grew even more puzzled.
"But this town is very clean, seems to have only one Night Race."
Bologue couldn’t fathom what was wrong with York; had he never donated blood to anyone? That sounded too contrary to Night Race nature.
But... this world itself was contradictory.
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