To the Night Race, silverware is as deadly as sunlight. When it touches their bodies, it leaves scorch marks, as if burned by invisible flas, reducing flesh to warm ashes mysteriously.
The Undying Body that the Night Race prides itself on loses its regenerative power under the suppression of silverware. When struck in a fatal spot, they die as helplessly as ordinary mortals.
Under Bologue’s swift assault, the head of an elite Bloodthirster was burned hollow, with sparks flying from the slender wound.
"Derby, there’s sothing wrong with this guy," a blood-colored glow rose in Zefirin’s eyes. "He’s different from ordinary enemies."
Zefirin wanted to continue speaking about Bologue’s special traits, but when the words reached his lips, he found that he had no answers to offer.
The feeling Bologue gave off was strange, like so incarnation of evil power, a symbol of domination. Even facing him, one would feel endless pressure, even if Bologue remained silent, uttering not a word.
Derby, with a somber face, pulled Zefirin close, and the two clung tight to each other.
"Priority on action, under no circumstances can we be stopped here."
The robe on Derby’s body began to writhe and change, with the shadows cast beneath his feet undulating as if possessing substance, like a bog, as murky, dark liquid rose from the shadows, heavily enveloping Derby and Zefirin.
Alchemy Armant·Manta Cloak.
Under the cloak’s influence, Derby and Zefirin’s figures blended into the darkness, disappearing from Bologue’s sight, vanishing into the vast night.
This was a disguise and stealth type of Alchemy Armant, able to drag targets and the materials within a certain area into darkness while applying Ethereal Concealnt.
Just before Derby and Zefirin disappeared, their eyes emitted endless crimson glows, akin to ominous blood moons.
In an instant, Soul-Breaking Poison perated the battlefield, covering the surrounding area, careening through the gaps between doors.
Palr imdiately summoned a gale, but the air’s movent couldn’t dispel these ether toxins. They stubbornly clung around, like obstructive miasma.
Bologue sensed the rising ether reaction beneath him, the elite Bloodthirster, who should have been dead, his corpse began to swell rapidly.
Secret Energy·Blood Boiling.
Derby’s command is based on blood. He can inject his blood into the elite Bloodthirsters, subject them to his control, and render the blood as potent as Red rcury, like liquid dynamite, triggering extrely destructive explosions.
Just a little blood is enough for Derby to transform all the blood in an elite Bloodthirster’s body into that potent explosive.
At this distance, even protected by Iron Armor, Bologue would be battered by the blast’s impact, causing surrounding buildings to collapse along with him.
Bologue was faster than Derby, much faster!
The Fla of the Cauldron devoured the surrounding buildings, as Silver Hands gripped the elite Bloodthirster’s corpse, easily dragging it, cracking walls along the way, and in the last mont of the explosion, Bologue hurled the corpse out of the building.
Walls gathered up like a fortress; the mont they stacked, intense brilliance like a blazing sun erupted, seizing everyone’s sight. Deafening explosions left hearing in silence, a violent shockwave rolling out as if a storm were crashing upon the place.
Bologue swung his blade into the ground, yet he was still pushed by the shockwave, gouging a deep scar into the earth.
Vasilina gripped a shattered wall in one hand, with the other arm braced around Palr’s neck, struggling to maintain stability in the surging turbulences.
Palr didn’t look too good, his face flushed with strain.
As the explosion raged, Blood Boiling acted upon other elite Bloodthirsters. Their skin turned red, their body heat rising continuously, as their hearts thumped fiercely, lungs contracted widely, drawing fresh oxygen inside.
Rather than a combat Negative Power User, Derby considered himself more suited as an Alchemist.
Derby developed and applied his Secret Energy·Blood Boiling in the design of Alchemy creatures; the elite Bloodthirsters and those howling Wind-Eroded Birds were his masterpieces, infused with Derby’s blood.
Through the combined effect of Alchemy Devices and nurous Alchemy Potions, the Blood Boiling not only caused explosions but also enhanced the elite Bloodthirsters’ strength, significantly boosting their regenerative ability.
The chaotic shockwave kicked up nurous sands and stones, scraping against the cold Armor. Hoarse roars abruptly rose, and in the shattered, collapsing building, an elite Bloodthirster set up firearms, rampant gunfire blazed, tracing fiery lines of light.
Bologue swiftly rose, at first a few bullets hit the Armor, leaving dents of varying depths, but imdiately, Bologue accelerated forcefully, disregarding gravity, swiftly maneuvering through the fractured bricks.
The other Elite Bloodthirster swung its claws and blades, trying to halt Bologue’s actions, but the next mont the Fla of the Cauldron covered the entire area.
Bologue leaped into midair, his ether reaching its peak with Aimou’s blessing, like a roaring tsunami poised to destroy everything in its path.
The ground, walls, ceiling, shattered bricks, exposed steel, scattered silver decorative swords...
All the substances within the Fla of the Cauldron’s coverage followed Bologue’s command, twisting and rising, transforming into a swarm of roaring serpents that coiled around the bodies of the Elite Bloodthirsters.
The Elite Bloodthirsters tried to struggle, but more and more material fell within Bologue’s commanding presence, and the swarm of serpents quickly grew, until they easily swallowed the Elite Bloodthirsters like a tide, entombing them.
Iron Embrace.
The swarm of serpents tightened, like taut ropes, layering over the surface of the Elite Bloodthirsters, breaking bones, crushing organs, and even with thick armor protection, under this extre pressure, the Elite Bloodthirsters kneeled one by one.
Their eyes flickered with the last red light as their bodies began to rapidly expand, about to explode into dazzling fireballs.
This ti, Bologue was familiar with the subsequent changes; he swung his hand down, dragging all the commanded materials to crash the Elite Bloodthirsters downward.
The building collapsed layer by layer, penetrating the ground, and then fire spread wildly.
The explosion provoked by Blood Boiling rged into a scorching pillar of fire, rising as a fire spear piercing the sky.
The exposed steel burned red-hot under the high temperature, and the fire spread, consuming all combustible materials.
The spreading impact turned the area into a smoky wasteland, and Derby’s hidden figure was forced to reveal itself amid the roaring airflow.
After this series of battles, the area presented a bizarre void; all substances within the range disappeared, leaving only the crackling fire burning.
The ceiling crumbled, revealing the deep, dark night sky, and a distant spire was also affected, beginning to tilt and collapse.
Palr had no ti to complain about Bologue’s killing spree; after all, he wouldn’t be staying long in the Fortress of the Morning Wind.
After the raging airflow dissipated, Palr confird Derby’s location; because of the change in terrain, he was forced to erge from the shadows.
The Wind Gun shot forth, and the silver sword in hand launched like a bullet, carrying an intense intent to kill straight towards Derby.
"Watch out!"
Zefirin pushed Derby aside, swinging his Hand Armor to collide with the Silver Sword.
After the resounding echo, the broken Silver Sword fell to the side, Zefirin took a few steps back, and a shallow dent appeared on his Hand Armor, rendering his arm numb.
Silverware is extrely deadly to the Night Race, but as long as one is not hit, silverware is just an ordinary precious tal.
"Damn it, this madman!"
Derby got up in disarray, wanting to advance towards the Wind Cellar, but now the other end of the road was piled with rubble, as if Bologue deliberately did so, changing the terrain and destroying the building, using this reckless act to block the two’s path.
Bologue had no intention of explaining; from the start of the battle, he remained silent, like a cautious Hunter.
Derby raised his head, his Tier was of a Negative Power User, but he mainly relied on the Domination Object to fight, and Bologue’s lethal strike had decapitated several Elite Bloodthirsters, the resting Elite Bloodthirsters gathered around Derby, safeguarding their commander.
Zefirin said softly, "If we don’t deal with them, we can’t proceed."
Zefirin was the first to engage with Bologue, and she had gradually discerned Bologue’s character; this guy didn’t care about stopping actions, rather than trying to protect the Dawn Oath, Bologue preferred to fight the enemies to the death.
As long as the enemies are dead, the target is safe—a very simple, straightforward truth.
"To the death, huh..." Derby gritted his teeth, "In that case, as you wish!"
The ether reaction of the Negative Power Tier surged, blazing and roaring, the invisible ether turning into resonant currents, hovering around Derby, setting off furious waves.
Not long after, sharp cries echoed from above the heavens; thousands of Wind-Eroded Birds ca with the wind.
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