Chapter 454 - Sadness Falls
Chapter 454 of "Endless Debt" starts revealing the story: Palmer didnāt think he could pose any threat to the Silver Knight, but as long... Donāt miss it!
Palmer didnāt think he could pose any threat to the Silver Knight, but as long as he could slightly hinder him, it was enough.The flying knife scraped against the armor, sparking, as a hook shot through the air, embedding into Aliceās body. The hook rope tightened, pulling Alice down, avoiding the Silver Knightās slash, with Bologue holding the other end.
"Bastard!"
The Silver Knight roared angrily, rarely had anyone dared provoke him like this, even Lebius approached battle with him with utmost caution.
But Bologue was different, he was the Undead, and death, which terrifies ordinary people, was merely routine for Bologue.
The Silver Knightās identity, tier, and strengthānone of it mattered to Bologue. Let alone the Defender, with the power of the Undead, Bologue was daring enough to challenge even the Seeker of Glory.
"I can discern priorities clearly enough."
While speaking, Bologue gripped an iron spear, hurling it toward the Silver Knight.
From beginning to end, the madness induced by Teda was considered an internal matter of the Order Bureau. But with the participation of the Kingās Shield Guard, the nature of affairs changed. Bologue thought it necessary to eliminate the Silver Knight before dealing with Teda.
The Secret Sword effortlessly deflected the iron spear. The Silver Knight was about to pursue Alice when the fallen Alice slowly stood up. The headless corpse tenderly stroked the severed head, then positioned it in its arms, and its empty gaze gradually gained color.
"Father... itās me, itās Alice..."
Alice kept calling, with each sound accompanied by blood pouring from the head, as if Aliceās body was linked to another space filled with a sea of blood.
Teda was completely stunned, his pupils trembled, and his long-suppressed emotions fully collapsed.
He wanted to extend his hand to embrace Alice, but even in his madness, Teda realized this person in front of him could never be his daughter.
It might be anything, but it was certainly not Alice.
Yet, even so, Teda numbly raised his hands, something he couldnāt control.
What if itās not Alice? This was the last trace of Alice left in the world. Itās not his daughter, but itās the closest existence to Alice.
Teda moved forward little by little, only to find himself unable to move. It wasnāt the flesh binding him, but a silver hand that grabbed him from behind.
Bologue pulled hard, yanking Teda over with difficulty, and cursed angrily.
"Though Iād like to beat you up, clearly this isnāt the right time!"
Teda fell heavily beside Bologue, serpents coiled around his body, their soft liquid form solidifying, firmly locking Teda in place.
"Bologue, what are you doing!" Teda shouted in a fit of emotion.
"Iām saving your life!"
Bologue didnāt want to argue with Teda; the serpents covered Tedaās mouth, silencing him.
"Aimou... do you have anything to say?"
At this moment, Bologue asked Aimouās opinion. After going through many hardships, they thought Aimou could make a decision with Teda, but the events spiraled beyond their control.
Besides dealing with the Silver Knight and thwarting the Kingās Shield Guardās conspiracy, Bologue couldnāt figure out the rest. For someone whose mind only filled with battle, such complex entanglements were too headache-inducing.
A residual glow of Canyin surfaced on Bologueās body, noticed by Teda, understanding its significance.
Complicated emotions flickered on Tedaās face: anger, resentment, confusion... but no remorse.
The lunatic was still immersed in his self-created illusion; Bologue somewhat understood Teda, as it was the only thing left of his broken mind and spirit.
"Aimou, is that you? The Philosopherās Stone... itās the lack of the Philosopherās Stone!"
Teda was already seriously injured, but he still mustered his remaining strength to break free from the serpents, continuously muttering his insane ramblings.
Bologue looked at this state of Teda with a sorrowful gaze, feeling nothing inside, only numbness.
"What a pity, Teda."
Witnessing Tedaās sorry state, any semblance of respect Bologue had vanished. He yanked Teda up, his voice filled with fury.
"Canāt you be more clear-headed?"
Bologue berated Teda, "Look at what youāve done!"
Teda had no response to Bologueās reprimands, his murky eyes were empty, continually repeating Aliceās name.
"Heās gone mad, dragged into a frenzied hell by the Devilās whispers."
Aimouās voice resonated in the mind, observing Teda with an equally sorrowful gaze, aware that the Teda before them was merely a vacant shell, his wise soul long corrupted.
From a mental perspective, Teda was already dead, and what stood before them was merely a lingering remnant.
Bologue didnāt respond, he had never really liked Teda, but remembering their interactions and the help Teda provided...
Bologueās emotions were complex, turning into a sigh of helplessness.
The serpents again coiled around Tedaās body, solidifying into sharp thorns, binding him tightly.
During this, Aimou remained silent, ignoring everything, seeking some semblance of peace within.
"Are you sad?" Bologue asked softly.
"No, Iām not sad, I just feel sorry for him."
Aimou answered calmly, seemingly having escaped the prison of her own heart. Even with Teda right before her, she remained untouched in the depths of her soul.
Aimouās heart was calm; aside from resolving the chaotic time axis matter, she had no other thoughts.
She considered this her mess to fix, and as for what Aimou had always pursued...
Aimou felt the Ether surrounding her, recalling the car that had knocked Kronin away, unable to suppress a smile.
Aimou felt she had obtained what she wanted.
Bologue nodded slightly, glancing forward, realizing that Teda was merely a delirious old man, seriously injured and not much of a threat. Even if they were to judge him, they had to take him back to the Order Bureau first.
Regardless, the knowledge in Tedaās mind was extremely valuable, and it was uncertain if the Crowās Nest could retrieve it.
In the decaying and corrupting massive flesh, the three forces were once again at a standoff.
Bologue and Aimou remained fully alert, with Palmer biding his time in the distance as the Silver Knight tore through entangling flesh; his strength was waning, leaving little time to fight.
The headless body embraced Aliceās head, subtle tremors rippling through, as numerous eyes opened beside Aliceās pupils, gazing in all directions, encompassing all sight.
She seemed to know everyoneās thoughts, emitting ridiculing tones from her throat, the sound filled with desecration, merely listening could unsettle oneās mind.
Bologueās breath became heavy; his connection with the Devil ran deep, Aliceās laughter thundered like storms in his ears.
The feeling was dreadful, instantly conjuring blurred illusions before his eyes, filled with ghastly horrifying scenes.
Fortunately, this visual impact had little effect on Bologue; he had once tread into true hell... that scorched and bloody battlefield, afterward Bologue feared no more.
The Silver Knight was poised to attack, but then he also heard Aliceās enchanting voice, the essence of the Third Seat was not present, but the sound still affected the being within the Fog Abyss Fortress.
The Third Seat did not see those terrifying images but witnessed a dimly lit room; from the hazy curtain appeared a womanās silhouette, showcasing her bodyās seductive curves, then she approached, reaching out to unveil the curtain.
"Submit, or die?"