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Bologue had a strange thought in his mind.

In the Eye of the Chronicler of the Church, Morrison was responsible for the containment of the Decay Plague, but when Bologue assaulted it, he didn’t see the Decay Plague, only the heavily protected flesh creature.

Slowly raising the Vengeful Saw Axe, Bologue pondered whether the Decay Plague was stored inside this creature, then paused his axe swing.

If the Decay Plague is indeed within the flesh, then once he chops through its body, it would inevitably ignite the Decay Plague. Bologue wouldn’t die, but if the Decay Plague spreads out, it would become a horrifying Extraordinary Disaster.

Bologue wasn’t professionally trained and didn’t know how to deal with this thorny issue, yet he was an expert at handling troublesome matters; he’s adept at adapting to such situations.

If he encountered this damned thing elsewhere, Bologue might be at a loss, but now they’re inside the Great Rift, beneath the Sea of Mist is the world’s best junkyard.

He takes out a Mang Silver Soul from his pocket, injecting it into his arm, replenishing his Ether. Although he plundered a large amount of Ether from Morrison, it’s still not enough to support his upcoming actions.

Bologue aims to completely destroy this place, manipulate the terrain, toss this massive flesh creature into the Abandoned Land, and let it be consumed by the world’s Calamity.

This war has already been bloody enough, Bologue hasn’t the energy to think of any subsequent plots.

With Ether replenished, the glow of the Alchemy Matrix shines on his body, chains winding around his waist, securing the hand axe and the Vengeful Bite. Bologue raises his arms, like a conductor, slowly raising them, as if lifting the entire world.

The structure began to vibrate again, as if giants were leaping; deep beneath the ground, the rocks rapidly contracted, emitting deafening roars, as if the earth was enduring the agony of extreme tears.

In this moment, Bologue seemed to truly make the mountains yield, but likewise, he bore immense pressure; to conduct such large-scale manipulation nearly exhausted his entire mind.

Time seemed to become infinitely long, each second felt like a year; the ground suddenly warped, rocks shattered into fragments, and the entire world teetered, engulfed in chaos.

This was only the beginning of the disaster; the flesh creature seemed to sense danger, its enormous body writhing, emitting strange wails, yet unable to halt the earth’s insane convulsions, like a frenzied bull rampaging freely, terrifying faults and fissures forming within mere seconds, gigantic scars crossed everywhere.

Bologue took a deep breath, just as he prepared to make the land completely collapse, a wave of irresistible Ether came from behind layers of ruins.

Something was coming; Bologue clearly felt the sudden rise in temperature around him, the blood pooled on the ground began to boil, bubbling, its scorching aura rapidly evaporating.

A dazzling red light rose from the gaps in the ruins, the flames seemed to solidify, piercing through layers of rocks, the solid stone began to melt, orange-red lava formed an extremely high-temperature fire column, erupting.

Bologue’s command was interrupted, the murderous intent of death mixed with high temperatures came whistling.

This heat wave swiftly scattered the surrounding cool air, forming a scene of heat distortion, then this fire column continued to erupt, being extraordinarily hot, making it impossible to approach; even viewing from afar, one could feel the extreme heat emitted by the fire column.

Bologue gripped the Sword Axe tightly, an unprecedented sense of danger erupted in his heart.

He clearly perceived the Ether intensity of the opponent, exceeding Bologue’s imagination.

Seeker of Glory.

The scorching fire column continued to ascend, getting higher and higher; flames and air currents intertwined, forming a massive heat vortex, radiating heat waves in all directions. The dark space was completely illuminated, inside and out filled with an indescribable heat, like the Flame God dancing here.

Bologue quickly retreated, avoiding the assault of the fire flow.

Amid the eruption of flames and melted roads, the glowing rocks squeezed against each other, fusing together again, forming a series of merged strata.

The potent Ether distorted reality; under the interference of Extraordinary Power, the collisions and transfers between heat, electrons, atoms, and molecules, induced phenomena violating the laws of reality.

The fire column injected into the cold, hard rock, its high heat causing the rock to undergo massive changes; all minerals burned into liquid substances, the entire rock like being evaporated, scattering hot molten fire around, landing on the ground, burning out pits one by one.

Hot air rushed into his nostrils, the burning pain spreading in his throat, Bologue retreated several steps, looking towards the flames, a pitch-black figure was striding over the lava.

Bologue noticed that the imaginary umbilical cord extending from his abdomen now solidified, continuously extending and connecting to that figure clad in black armor.

"Shadow King..."

Bologue couldn’t help but mutter, as if hearing Bologue’s call, the Shadow King swung his blazing flame, the fire weakened, revealing a blazing Fire Sword wrapped in flames.

The Shadow King at this moment and when they previously met gave Bologue a distinctly different feeling. Though he possessed the power of a Seeker of Glory, the layers of Soul Scars almost killed him; he couldn’t exert much power. But now, the Shadow King seemed to have returned to his peak, displaying the Seeker of Glory’s power in full.