Bologue advanced in the storm of flas, the high temperature causing his armor to burn slightly red, watching the Silver Knight step into the lair amidst the crimson world.
Bologue quickened his pace, crossing over the flesh egg that enveloped the Delusional.
The shell of the flesh egg was charred into black hardness, covered with nurous fissures under the erosion of Red rcury. In the deep darkness, Bologue could vaguely hear the greedy and frenzied panting.
Bologue kept his gaze straight, yet his heart twitched slightly. He didn’t think it was Teda... at least not the Teda he knew, at most it’s just a lingering shadow of Teda in this world.
The current main goal is the Immortal Heart.
Bologue tried to convince himself, thinking Aimou must feel the sa, temporarily not pondering over Teda, awaiting for everything to settle afterwards...
The advancing steps halted, Bologue stood still, his bones seemingly nailed down instantly, freezing his muscles and blood alike.
An indescribable chill descended suddenly, kneading his heart powerfully, accompanied by a lurking exertion, set to thoroughly extinguish Bologue’s life.
"Did you... feel it, Aimou?"
A low voice barely squeezed out from Bologue’s throat, his eyes wide open, staring straight ahead.
"Yes."
A concise response registered in his mind, even hidden within his own body, Aimou sensed the sa feeling.
It wasn’t just the two of them; everyone sensed it—a terrifying force descended here, so wicked and frenzied that it stopped all actions, plunging them into brief silence.
After the tranquility, madness erupted.
In the flesh lair, an intense ethereal reaction burst forth, Bologue could barely see flashes of sword light before everything collapsed.
Under the command of the Iron-Cutting Sword, all material in contact with the Secret Sword collapsed; without the blade’s slicing, they self-dismantled and shattered.
In an instant, it seed like a thousand years had passed; the enormous flesh body began to decay, turning pale and rotting, chunks of flesh peeled like wall skins, continuously falling, a rain of decayed blood fell, viscous foul blood mixed with intestines, dangling like festive ribbons, spreading a rotting odor akin to a toxic fog.
Doom—
A war drum resounded from the decaying flesh, resembling soone’s revived heartbeat.
The drumbeats intensified, causing the hearts of everyone hearing them to tremble accordingly.
Bologue clutched his chest, painfully half-kneeling, gasping heavily, striving to suppress the lethal heartbeat... He felt his heart was about to explode.
The scarlet flesh beneath him lost all color, as if the vibrant life force was devoured by so greedier monster.
Then Bologue saw, accompanied by a tallic clang, the Silver Knight’s figure was knocked back fiercely, smashing into the cliffside.
Bologue’s heart sank; few could repel the Silver Knight on this battlefield, even though the current Silver Knight was rely a Defender’s Domination Object.
His green eyes abruptly froze, Bologue didn’t have ti to check the Silver Knight’s status; his gaze was firmly captured by the scene ahead, even forgetting to breathe, holding his breath.
Bologue wasn’t the only one who noticed the occurrence; behind him, the flesh egg cracked, the Delusional poked his head out, watching the figure erge from decay.
The Delusional felt he was witnessing the Angel’s arrival; she was as he rembered, unchanged despite the years, the familiar figure overlapped, molten tears flowed beneath his fractured mask.
"Alice..."
The Delusional reached out, issuing a vague murmur.
From the decayed flesh lair, the familiar figure walked barefoot out of the filth, skin like sheep fat retaining traces of blood, chest covered by scarlet flesh, a forcefully beating heart embedded upon it.
Alice’s gaze was vacant as she viewed the world, devoid of any emotion.
"Alice, she..."
A shocked voice echoed in Bologue’s mind, Aimou gazed at this face mirroring his own, emotions montarily tangled.
The Delusional finally achieved his mad fantasy; he implanted the Immortal Heart into Alice’s corpse, using the forbidden vitality to resurrect her back to the world.
Alice revived; now the most familiar stranger stood sincerely before Aimou.
"She could be anything... but never Alice."
Bologue interrupted Aimou’s erratic thoughts, his voice stern.
"Dead ans dead, leaving nothing behind. The only trace left in this world is the Philosopher’s Stone on you."
Bologue concentrated intensely, under extre tension, Bologue even felt a sense of nausea.
He wasn’t usually like this, even facing the Silver Knight wouldn’t invoke such a reaction, but now rely watching the figure erging from filth, Bologue felt as if he was observing sothing evil amassed around the world.
His soul was pulled along the gaze until extracted from the husk, leaving only pale gray dust.
No one can alter what has already transpired, not even the Devil.
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