Palr is seriously reflecting on whether it’s his own Blessing that has led to the current dire situation, with danger piling on top of danger. Just after dealing with the Silver Knights’ assault and finally finding a way out, they encountered the Silent Legion.
This is more than just an unlucky start.
"Good news, we’re very close to the exit," Palr insisted on telling his boring jokes even at this mont, "bad news, there’s only a Silent Legion standing between us and freedom."
While scouting Fog Abyss Fortress, Palr had seen these Silent Ones. Clearly, these Silent Ones patrolling the periter noticed the chaos inside the fortress and collided head-on with the fleeing duo.
Palr began to regret not staying where they were, as Bologue could easily carve another path out of the ruins.
Fleeing is not difficult, but it would an abandoning Church.
The battle with the Silver Knights had already drawn the attention of the King’s Shield Guard. Bologue and Palr were like two catfish, trying their best to muddy the waters so Church could fish in troubled waters, gather intel, and escape.
Yes, escape.
"Phew... Second round."
Bologue said, raising his Grievous Bite, confronting the Silent Ones head-on without any evasion.
Seeing his calm deanor, Palr beca anxious.
"What second round, can’t you stop talking nonsense!"
Palr intended to pull Bologue away, but he seed eager, as if ready to charge out and battle with the Silent Legion.
"If we just leave like this, what about Church?"
Bologue looked ahead, questioning Palr, "Once we escape, these Silent Ones will surely search the entire Fog Abyss Fortress. I don’t know what abilities Church has, but I doubt he can hide here."
Palr fell silent. Bologue was right. With the known forces already having two Defenders, not to ntion those lurking beneath the surface.
The duo currently cannot determine Church’s position. If they leave now, Church will be trapped inside Fog Abyss Fortress.
"I’ll find a way to contact Church...in my own way."
Bologue continued, "As long as Church can get close to us, within the Whistle communication range, we can find a way to break through."
"For now..."
Bologue looked at the approaching Silent Ones, taking a deep breath, "We have to find a way to delay."
Palr gathered his courage, gripping the Storm Feather tightly in one hand and raising his revolver with the other, the cylinder filled with Alchemy Warheads, "You’re surprisingly responsible."
"Probably, I can’t allow myself to fail, especially as this is my first ti leading a team," Bologue mobilized his entire strength, maintaining high concentration, "In this, I’m proud and stubborn."
"It seems you’re definitely suited to be a leader," Palr comnted, "I’m different, I’ll be crushed by pressure."
Bologue’s actions relate to the lives of the team mbers. In battle, the enemy’s lives are cheap, but when holding the lives of the team mbers, it becos as heavy as mountains and stones.
"I feel the pressure too," Bologue said, waving his Grievous Bite, "but I’ve grown accustod to it."
Seeing Bologue swing out the blade, Palr also motivated himself, shouting loudly to wash away the pressure in his mind. Just as he prepared to throw the Storm Feather and pull the trigger, half of Bologue’s sword swing pulled back, and he pressed down on Palr’s shoulder.
Amid Palr’s bewildered gaze, stone walls arose one after another, forming layers of barriers between them and the Silent Ones.
Palr’s surging blood cooled rapidly. anwhile, under Bologue’s Ether intrusion, the giant stones overhead began to collapse.
Since Bologue ascended to beco a Negative Power User, his command beca more spontaneous, no longer needing any tangible dium to operate. Because of this, his attacks always caught the enemy off guard, making them indefensible.
Palr shouted in disappointnt, "I thought you wanted a fight to the death!"
"An excellent Field Staff must use everything at their disposal."
Bologue was indifferent to his huge transformation, keeping a calm face.
The huge amount of Ether gathered behind the tall walls, with the Silent Ones’ Ether linked together. Bologue didn’t think that just two people could easily penetrate the Ether Barrier of this legion.
Bologue said, "Keep an eye on the Whistle signal, once Church’s ssage is received, we’ll break through imdiately!"
"I know!"
The Silent Ones advanced, the explosive sound of stone walls collapsing filled Palr’s ears, and he shouted, "There’s one more problem!"
"What problem?"
Bologue did his best to command, struggling to distract himself to deal with Palr.
"What about Hart and the others? They’ve definitely noticed the anomaly here, will they stand by?"
Stand by? As soon as Palr said it, he laughed along, how could that be possible, in this situation, every Field Staff mber would choose one decision emphasized repeatedly during orientation training.
Adapt to change.
Bologue obviously noticed this too, a hint of gloom flitted past his eyes, and he couldn’t help but sigh, internally complaining about the unsmooth first operation.
"I’m not sure, but I think they wouldn’t be foolish enough to launch a frontal assault directly."
The secret passage Bologue had carved out has already been destroyed first by the Silver Knight, and the fractured Void Domain Protection has mostly likely healed.
Taking a deep breath, Bologue focused on the task at hand, usually he would have been jubilantly swinging his blade, charging into the enemy crowd, but things were different this ti, Bologue knew the bizarre power of the Silent Ones, killing too quickly would only accelerate the birth of another Defender.
Bologue could only find ways to maneuver around them, continually commanding the surrounding buildings, stone walls rising and shifting, creating a complex and eerie maze to buy ti.
Yet the Silent Ones clearly had no interest in wasting ti with Bologue, their Ether united, like charging cavalry, the complex maze was easily trampled, layer upon layer, the distance between the two sides constantly closing.
Bologue took a deep breath, the idea of maneuvering with the Silent Ones, was undoubtedly too arrogant, in the end, swords must clash.
Holding his breath, pure Ether enveloped Resentful Bite, the blade turned into a blurred shadow, just as the nearby wall was about to break apart, Bologue swung his blade ahead of ti, a hideous scar shredded the structure, along with the Silent Ones behind the wall.
The horrific wound shattered the Ether Barrier, penetrated the Silent One’s Black Armor, leaving a huge hollow in its chest.
Bologue’s strength was so powerful, as Resentful Bite sunk into the flesh, the violent Ether then shattered its internal organs, the impact pierced through the spine, clearly visible was the curve of the Silent One’s backbone, then ruptured, internal organs burst forth into bloody foam, painting the area red.
As the Silent Ones advanced and surrounded, after brief maneuvering, Bologue was still compelled to engage them, he lowered his breath, swung Resentful Bite, creating a deadly semicircle, soon several heads flew high, headless bodies slowly knelt down.
The Silent Ones swung their Ethereal Blades, Bologue raised his sword to block, Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid extended and wielded tily, as if growing new arms, forming several blades, slashing towards the surrounding enemies.
With a thought, even the earth served Bologue, stone halberds rose from the ground, piercing through the gaps in Armors, stabbing into Silent Ones’ joints, restricting their movents.
The ground suddenly rose, stacked high, Bologue intentionally modified the terrain, transforming it into narrow paths, duel arenas, greatly reducing the pressure of facing the enemy, he faced the entire Silent Legion single-handedly like a monster.
In contrast, there’s little Palr could do, only assisting Bologue in suppressing the legion, and when necessary, relieving Bologue’s pressure, obstructing those Silent Ones attempting an ambush.
This was not a battle between legions, from beginning to end, it was only a struggle between three individuals.
Blood saturated the surrounding air, breathing felt strangely sweet and foul, the blood soaked into Bologue’s skin, like a toxic potion, stirring the desire for slaughter in Bologue’s heart.
Bologue wasn’t like those frenzied madn, swinging his blade wildly, on the contrary, in bloody carnage, he often maintained high rationality, like a soulless puppet, silently killing.
To be honest, every ti Palr witnessed Bologue’s silent slaughter, he felt a vague fear.
A fear of Bologue.
Unlike those who roar and rage in slaughter, Bologue’s silence carried a cold, deep chill, releasing an unbearable pressure quietly.
An attitude starkly contrasting to the brutal scene.
Before, Palr could endure a little, but as Bologue’s silent killing continued, the Silent Ones also maintained the sa silence, like soulless zombies, approaching Bologue’s blade one after another.
One side swung the blade silently, the other side fell silently.
Amidst the terrifying dead silence, there was only the whistling wind of blades slashing, the piercing noise of Ether bursting, sounding like electricity traversing, and the eerie low hum of Iron Armor being cleaved open, flesh sliced through, enough to make one shudder.
Bologue and the Silent Ones were the protagonists on stage, while Palr was the audience witnessing blood and death.
The pile of corpses grew higher, more blood accumulating, here was so tranquil, like a silent mi, a grand play of blood.
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