"Undead?"
A deep voice sounded from beneath the armor, the Silver Knight observing Bologue for a long ti.
"Pretty much," Bologue moved his body, the feeling of being killed wasn’t pleasant, "You don’t seem too surprised... a lot of people would be quite shocked."
Every ti he revived, one of Bologue’s pleasures was to watch his opponents’ reactions, to see what expressions they would show to his resurrection.
Unfortunately, Bologue rarely encountered opponents who could kill him, and most of those people reacted with shock to his resurrection, few as calm as the Silver Knight.
Perhaps the Silver Knight had already seen many undead; after all, as a Defender, his combat experience was certainly higher than Bologue’s.
Bologue took a deep breath, he had suffered quite a few injuries in the previous battles; if he died a few more tis, he would fall into a coma and be unable to do anything.
Taking life as the cost of trial and error was indeed high, but leaning on this, Bologue got a preliminary understanding of the Silver Knight’s power.
This was truly a powerful enemy; not to ntion killing him, Bologue couldn’t harm him even if he used all his skills.
Fortunately, Lebius’s instruction for him was just to buy ti; once Lebius and Geoffrey’s battle ended, the scales of victory would tilt back towards them.
Using life to buy ti? It indeed seed a task only Bologue could achieve.
The Silver Knight spoke leisurely, "What exactly is your purpose? To disrupt the world’s progression and seize more souls?"
"If that were the case, wouldn’t it be unnecessary to be so troubleso?"
The Silver Knight said things Bologue couldn’t understand, and he wasn’t bothered to comprehend them. He rarely seriously listened to his enemies’ words; he wasn’t a Priest, he didn’t need to hear their confessions.
Snakes crawled over his body, constructing layers of strong armor. This couldn’t stop the Iron-Cutting Sword’s attack, but at least it could delay it enough to prevent the blade from rapidly reaching and tearing him apart.
"You seem uninford," the Silver Knight said to the unresponsive Bologue.
"Inford? I can’t even understand what you’re saying."
Bologue shook his head. If he could, he’d rather chat with the Silver Knight; after all, talking was better than fighting when it ca to buying ti.
The Silver Knight fell into silence. He knew destroying the Devil’s conspiracy wasn’t as easy as he imagined, but regardless, he didn’t anticipate Bologue was an undead.
If Bologue continues to grow unchecked, he will eventually beco another Overlord Xilin, and an Overlord Xilin who wouldn’t die.
The Silver Knight couldn’t fathom the next steps; even understanding the layers of conspiracy would require considerable thought, and now wasn’t the ti to think.
After a brief hesitation, the Silver Knight made a decision. The anticipated battle didn’t occur; he completely ignored Bologue and directly turned his head to rush towards the flesh nest.
He moved swiftly, the strong Ethereal Amplification making his steps exceedingly heavy; each step was like a giant stomping on the ground, bringing thunderous sounds while crushing the ground beneath.
The massive Wolf Spider tilted sideways under his stampede, as if a collapsing building.
"Stop him, Palr!"
Bologue shouted; the situation he least wanted to see appeared, with the Silver Knight completely ignoring him.
The sound of wind whistled from high above; Palr wasn’t on the front lines, but now he felt imnse pressure.
"I’m already having trouble distinguishing who’s fighting whom!"
Palr took the remaining Alchemy Grenades from his body, throwing them into the wind all at once, not forgetting to mutter while he tossed.
"Boss! Now I’m sowhat helping you fight! Make so impact!"
Bologue thought that the boss Palr referred to this ti wasn’t Lebius, but the lady who took part of Palr’s soul.
The Crimson Queen.
By this calculation, Palr protecting the Immortal Heart from being snatched by the Silver Knight was, to a certain extent, fighting for the Crimson Queen.
The lady of insatiable hunger seed to really hear Palr’s call, making a response to it.
The Alchemy Grenades were swept into the wind, exploding after a few seconds of delay. They detonated above the battlefield, releasing fire rain everywhere like a collapsing apocalypse.
Bologue raised a Round Shield, blocking his body as he sprinted and advanced through the fire rain.
The explosions stirred the winds, the air currents squeezed and accelerated within the narrow rift, eventually converging into a tornado crashing through the Great Rift.
The raging fire rain was drawn into it, forming a burning storm that fully engulfed the Wolf Spider, with scorching flas interspersed throughout.
Seeing this, Palr was a bit dazed. He could indeed enhance his Secret Energy using teorological phenona, but he never expected to inadvertently trigger a storm.
The crimson fla storm couldn’t destroy the Silver Knight, but it could heavily damage the Wolf Spider. The flesh collapsed in the heat, causing the ground beneath to crumble, hindering the Silver Knight’s advance.
In the heat, the Delusional wailed with sadness, the scorching fire devouring his scarce life, followed by a mass of flesh surging towards him, enveloping him layer by layer like a flesh cocoon, resisting the burning.
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