Endless Debt Chapter 447 - 213 The Devils’ Conspiracy

For a long ti, Palr always regarded the so-called trump card combination as a joke to lighten up the mood occasionally, but seeing Bologue actually eager to give it a try, Palr was truly worried.

There was no ti to stop Bologue now. This guy has always been quicker in action than in words. By the ti Bologue ntioned that unfunny joke, he had already leapt into the air, hurling the Iron Spear towards the Silver Knight.

Facing a Defender with the body of a Condenser seed utterly nonsensical, but for Bologue, it was worth a gamble.

This is the advantage of the Undead: even when confronting the Death God, Bologue can calmly engage in a duel with confidence.

After the endless rain of fire, the Iron Spear crashed towards the Silver Knight, yet the Silver Knight hardly glanced at it, relying on the Ether surrounding his body to effortlessly deflect the Iron Spear.

"Is it really like this?"

Bologue muttered to himself, he had been watching the Silver Knight’s power all along. This guy’s Ether intensity is terrifyingly high, easily crushing even flesh that grows abundantly, let alone dealing with regular throwing attacks.

Luckily, Bologue’s offense bought the Delusional so ti, though brief, it was enough for him to weave his fantasies.

Injuries began to heal on his body, layers of white bone overlapping, then blazing fires ignited from thin air, engulfing the Silver Knight.

The scales of the battle were constantly shifting. If the Delusional died, the Silver Knight’s purpose would succeed. Similarly, if the Silver Knight was defeated, with the existing power, no one could stop the Delusional.

Bologue was striving to control the direction of the battle, which for him as a berserker, was not an easy task, let alone the sad heart hidden beneath that broken mask.

Bologue wanted to help Aimou escape from her inner cage; she must make a decision here with Teda, and Teda must not die before the decision is made.

One cannot get answers from the mouth of the dead. If Teda dies, Aimou will never know the deeply buried secrets.

Bologue commanded, "Palr, assist from afar!"

"Exactly what I wanted!"

Palr threw out the hook line, and his descending figure quickly ca to a halt.

Unlike Bologue, who was indifferent about life and death, Palr was just a poor soul traversing between fortune and misfortune.

Palr never expected good luck but was rather terrified of his misfortune. Facing a Defender was already a bad on, and Palr didn’t want to pin his life on unpredictable luck.

Ether roared ahead, and the Silver Knight, gripping the Secret Sword, remained unaffected by the sea of fire, calmly erged, like an unstoppable Death God.

Palr picked up a firearm, pulled the trigger, and dense bullets splashed layers of blood flowers on the fungal carpet, landing on the Silver Knight, sparking fiercely.

To the Defender, hot weapons were obviously ineffective, but Palr still bit open a fuse, hurling grenades toward the Silver Knight. Carried by the whirlwinds, the grenades shot forth like cannons, crashing down in an instant, exploding into a blinding ocean of fire.

Red rcury had strong combustibility, quickly burning through flesh and leaving hideous scars on the ground. But when it hit the Silver Knight’s Armor, it only lingered briefly before being repelled by the Ether.

"Do we really have a chance to win?" Palr doubted.

"Yes, although the hope is slim...I suspect the opponent is just a Domination Object."

Lebius’s voice echoed in his mind. Even amidst fierce combat with the opponent, he managed to free up so mind to converse with a few others.

"The Secret Energy of the Third Seat is far more terrifying than what’s shown now. If he unleashed the Secret Energy, the battle would’ve ended already. Yet, he’s only been relying on pure Ether to fight all this ti, along with the Secret Sword in his hand."

"He’s not here; this Armor is rely a Domination Object similar to the Blade-Biting Wolf."

Palr exclaid in shock, then his voice turned into a scream as Palr watched Bologue fall into the battleground below.

The Delusional lifted his head, now his vision was engulfed in darkness, and in this endless, deep gloom, the only light ca from the front, from within Bologue.

That light was so intense, it made him overlook the presence of the Silver Knight, reaching out his hand, as if to grasp Bologue.

The Silver Knight did not care about Bologue’s arrival, just a First Stage Condenser. If he wished to co and die, the Silver Knight didn’t mind sending him off.

Today’s situation had spiraled a bit out of control. The Silver Knight had to end all this before everything completely escaped control and retrieve the Immortal Heart.

The Silver Knight was already very irritated, yet there were still so endless mosquitoes interfering with him.

From the sky ca the sharp howl of ripping storms; the cold Iron Spear hit the Silver Knight’s back, but upon contact with the Armor, it bounced off and bent, shattering into a pile of iron scraps.

The Silver Knight slowly turned his head; Bologue took a deep breath. Even though he was Undead, facing a Defender’s Domination Object still felt overwhelmingly pressuring.

Bologue whispered, "Are you still okay, Aimou?"

Aimou didn’t respond, she had been silent since not long ago. But soon Ether filled Bologue’s body, and the Alchemy Matrix radiated scorching brilliance. Bologue felt stronger than ever.