Chapter 1256: Chapter 70: Moving Mountains
Trap.
For most people, "trap" is an extremely deadly word; it likely becomes a burial ground for everyone.
But for Bologue, it’s not like that.
As an Undying, Bologue never fears death. Even more fortunately, he is a complete violent maniac; if he encounters a wall, he will smash through it. If he steps into a trap, he will kill everyone.
"Stay calm, Freya."
Bologue decisively tore off his protective clothing, his voice loud. "You’ve been doing great in your internship. When we get out, I’ll give you a perfect passing score!"
Hearing Bologue’s words, the panicked Freya struggled to calm down. If Aimou is like a fox — cute on the outside but full of its little schemes inside — then Freya is like a rabbit.
She possesses considerable survival ability, relying on her Secret Energy, staying alert to all crises. However, because she depends too much on her Secret Energy, every risk appears to Freya as a brightly burning flame.
Burning it is.
Freya is too sensitive to crises, so much so that even the slightest sign of death would plunge her into immense fear.
"What... what should I do?"
Freya gathered her courage to ask; she had previously seen these security personnel only from afar, but now she’s facing a crowd of them.
"Protect yourself and survive."
Bologue strode forward, continuing to praise and uplift Freya’s confidence.
"Having a sense of crisis is correct; it can help you survive on a perilous battlefield. But sometimes, you need a dose of dullness. Keeping yourself constantly tense could lead to madness."
Bologue added, "Also, I can understand your distrust of everyone. After all, it’s nearly a decade of cognitive distortion for you. If a few words could change you, make you lower all your guard towards me, that would be the real problem."
All of Freya’s thoughts were guessed by Bologue. After that, Bologue said nothing. Without any warning, there was a high-pitched Ether explosion. The Ethereal Amplification fully engaged, propelling Bologue’s body like a rocket towards the figures on the Bronze Wall.
At the same time, pure white brilliance surged, and Bologue felt like he was charging into the daylight.
A bizarre feeling of being watched fell upon Bologue.
The hazy light permeated all spaces within the Ruins District, like a giant peering eye, vigilant of all movements.
"You’re next!"
Bologue shouted against the light, then swung a jet-black sword scar. The massive amount of Ether converged on the strike, transforming and pushing the impact, roaring as it crashed towards those standing figures.
That strike bore no reservation; the downpouring Ether washed over the wall like a torrent, burning flames and accumulated ashes were all flattened, and even the silhouettes of the security employees wavered crazily within the chaos.
"Are you crazy?"
Freya gripped the railing tightly. The entire suspended ladder shook violently as if hit by a storm, and the shell of many years’ accumulated ashes crumbled, revealing mottled metal beneath.
She struggled to lift her head. The frenzied airflow continued, and within the disclosed light, she could see blurred silhouettes colliding, separating, and colliding again.
Bologue’s high-pitched Ether reaction released unreservedly, instantly outputting a staggering Ether amount.
Even though Freya was merely a First Stage Condenser, she knew that at Bologue’s intensity of Ether output, he couldn’t possibly sustain it for long — was he insane?
The security personnel also thought Bologue was insane. The high-density Ether piled together, transforming into an exceptional phenomenon of substance. The violent turmoil acted like countless sharp blades, and before the security personnel could react, their bodies were shredded into fragments.
Between their gaping wounds, sporadic glimmers flickered.
In an instant, this was neither a metaphor nor an exaggeration; a real scene of hundreds of sharp knives following the Ether turmoil unfolded.
Under Bologue’s command, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid scattered and decomposed, condensing into numerous tiny needles nearly invisible to the naked eye, whose sharp points came with the wind, executing thousands of strikes.
"Extend!"
Bologue commanded, as the scattering needles fed by Ether self-replicated, extending in slender forms several meters long, piercing through the security personnel turning them into a collection of sea urchins.
The security employees were caught off guard, but this seemingly terrifying offensive couldn’t kill them. At most, it dispersed their forms. Just as they raised their twisted incantate hands, preparing to control the Ruins District and suppress Bologue with infinite power, they were shocked to find the Ether flow within their bodies stalling.
Tens of thousands of needle-like fine spikes anchored within their physiques.
"There is no absolutely perfect Undying Body... not even one composed of pure Ether."
When Bologue tentatively used Protection·Soul Sucking and Essence Stealing to pacify two employees, he discovered the deadly flaw of the energy-form Undead.
They themselves do not possess the Rectangular Soul Critical.
Ether is their Source of Power, also the substance of their bodies. As long as Ether is not exhausted, they will not perish. But they do not possess an Alchemy Matrix, let alone the Rectangular Soul Critical. In the face of Bologue with Infinite Sharpness, their defense is like paper.
Tiny, hair-like needles pierced into the bodies of the security personnel, and using them as carriers, Bologue’s Ether erupted within the security personnel. Under Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, all their mobilization of Ether was resisted by Bologue.
In no time, several security personnel were incapacitated by Bologue. They attempted to move their bodies, allowing the metal to shred their bodies. Even if they couldn’t summon Ether temporarily, they intended to engage in close combat with Bologue.
"You don’t think close combat will be in your favor, do you!"
Upon discovering this fatal flaw, Bologue laughed loudly, as if venting all his pent-up frustration.
The Sword Axe slashed wildly, further shattering the already fragmented figures. Some security personnel completely lost their original shape, dispersing like a pool of fragmented energy in the air.
Bologue’s breathing grew rough, and this precise control was a significant drain on his mind and Ethereal Amount. He constantly released a massive amount of Ether to maintain suppression over the security personnel.
Furya hurriedly ran up the suspended staircase, looking at the chaotic battlefield; she didn’t know what to do for a moment.
Stay? She was of no use to the battle.
Then escape?
Should she flee? Escape back to her shelter? After all, she’s lived alone for so many years, enduring a few more wouldn’t be a problem. Even if the security personnel tried to catch her later, with her experience, she could completely hide away.
Various thoughts flashed through Furya’s mind, with her Secret Energy sending constant warnings like countless wailing phantoms shrieking beside her ears.
No...
No!
A strong thought surged in Furya’s mind, even suppressing the crisis awareness she had relied on for years.
She could indeed lead a stable life by escaping—if she hadn’t met Bologue.
Bologue was like hope, a path, making Furya have the desire to leave. This thought burned like wildfire across the desolate fields of her heart, and since then, Furya could no longer endure it.
She couldn’t stand the chaotic Ruins District, couldn’t stand those damned personnel, couldn’t stand those nerve-racking days, and certainly couldn’t stand the beef can with a texture like dry wood.
The roaring slashes collided with the Bronze Wall, Ether spilling everywhere.
Each high-intensity friction between Ether and metal left only a shallow scratch. But as the soaring Ether baptized the metal surface like a torrent, akin to an accelerated wind erosion over time, the protrusions on the Bronze Wall were swiftly smoothed, dulled, and the overall lines became extremely soft until faint light shone behind the thin metal.
The security personnel maintained a deathly silence, high concentrations of Ether gathering here.
Materialization!
Several meters of Ether Thunder descended in an instant. Bologue felt as though he had mistakenly entered a thunderstorm within the clouds for a moment, with countless lightning bolts tearing continuously, accompanied by strong thunder shaking the earth. The massive electric currents formed an intense magnetic field surrounding his body, and the static from the uneven charge distribution pricked him, as if countless sharp knives were cutting through his flesh.
The security personnel could manipulate everything in the Ruins District against Bologue, including the vast amounts of Ether filling the district.
Electric winds began to form, moving at great speed along ion channels, forming visible electric arcs. The energy released by the lightning instantly caused high temperatures, producing dazzling light.
Powerful voltage differences created continuous currents, stimulating and ionizing in parallel. The massive energy released by the lightning brought strong electromagnetic shock waves, shaking the surrounding air, with countless wailing phantoms shrieking.
Furya only saw lightning and thunder alternating—a series of magnificent and dazzling spectacles—and after the thunder ceased, the battered and nearly charred figure stood firm.
The Resentful Bite pierced into the Bronze Wall, the Vengeful Hand Axe embedded within. Bologue held tightly to the Sword Axe; even after enduring such an attack, he hadn’t let go.
"Bologue!"
Freya shouted with concern, tossing out several Alchemy Grenades in her hand, hoping to buy time for Bologue.
Bologue didn’t need time; his attack had already been achieved.
"Behave!"
Black smoke rose from Bologue’s throat as he defiantly spoke to the Bronze Wall covered in cracks.
The next moment, Bologue fiercely pulled out the Sword Axe, kicked off the wall, leaping high. In the instant he left the wall, a series of cyan traces extended along the damage caused by the Sword Axe across the Bronze Wall.
Collapse.
Like a mountain, the Forge Furnace Volcano was gouged open by Bologue, shattered metal flying, hot molten lava sprayed out, transforming into a fiery waterfall pouring into the endless darkness below.
