"Continue!"

The roar resounded, and Bologue suddenly broke into the attack of the First Seat, narrowly avoiding death with Lebius, leaving only the droplets of blood falling to the ground and the stench lingering in the air.

The Great Scythe shone with a bloody light, raised high, as Bologue’s entire left arm was sliced off by the scythe blade, casting aside the biting resentment. Then the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid transformed into a Silver Hand, seizing the blade, striking back at the First Seat.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was an extension of Bologue’s body, as long as he lived, severed limbs were no problem for him.

The glow of Ether shone in Bologue’s eyes, yet it also revealed a strange abyssal depth, deep and ferocious, his heart filled with self-generated fury, his mouth baring sharp teeth, emitting a piercing screech as if to tear through the mist.

The First Seat grew weary of this meaningless slaughter. The white fog directly eroded Bologue’s body, his flesh rotting rapidly, and then an attack beyond vision arrived, and Bologue only felt his head lighten before it was severed.

Stepping over Bologue’s corpse, the First Seat did not look at Bologue or Lebius; his only target was Xilin’s body, like a Death God pursuing a destined kill.

A slight pain came from the ankle, accompanied by the roaring of an engine and the repeated gnashing of serrated blades. The First Seat lowered his head, only to see the Vengeful Saw Axe embedded in his armor, savagely gnawing at his flesh.

Bologue fell to the ground, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid grasped the severed head, forcibly inserting it back onto the neck’s stump.

The Undying Body healed Bologue’s wounds, the Furious Death Battle induced by the Vengeful Saw Axe prevented Bologue from stepping into true death, the mutual influence of both forces thrust Bologue into an endless cycle of combat.

As blood seeped in, the Vengeful Saw Axe revived once more, the blood of the First Seat acting like exquisite fuel, causing it to erupt with even more frenzied power.

The Vengeful Saw Axe unfolded, overlooking the particles of blood on its mottled steel surface, a violent power suddenly erupted from within, like a wild Evil Spirit awakened, the axe blade slowly trembled as if to devour all surrounding life.

The Silver Hand fully extended, grasping sword blades one after another, slashing towards the First Seat. The Great Scythe swung lightly, and Bologue’s seemingly lethal attack appeared insignificant before the First Seat.

With a single kick, the First Seat sent Bologue flying, Bologue’s chest caving in as he rolled rapidly on the ground. Yet soon the axe blade struck the earth, tearing out a massive scar, stabilizing Bologue’s figure.

Bologue slowly lifted his head, fury filling his eyes, blood red, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid swiftly retrieved and reattached the severed arm to the wound’s stump, metallic threads piercing beneath the flesh, forcibly sewing them together.

A deep, bloodthirsty rumble emerged from Bologue’s throat, the blood on the axe blade coalesced into a boiling crimson mass, as if completing some powerful ritual.

In a daze, Bologue heard a voice, it was approving him.

As the Sovereign of slaughter, death battles, and blood, it acknowledged Bologue’s courage and rage in wielding the axe against a stronger foe.

The Vengeful Saw Axe seemingly welded to Bologue’s palm, Bologue became violent and bloodthirsty, inhaling the blood-scented air around him.

Rage fully resuscitated, the murderous intent’s ripple conveyed immense danger to others, as if an evil presence had awakened within Bologue.

"An Undead?"

The First Seat also noticed Bologue’s peculiar nature, with a subtle envy in his expression.

Bologue growled lowly, the arc light of the Alchemy Matrix suddenly manifesting on his surface, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid shaped into Iron Spears, shooting rapidly towards the First Seat. During their explosive flight, the Red Mercury suddenly ignited, transforming into torrents of flame, illuminating the surroundings.

Apart from the Undying Body, the First Seat also noticed other things, such as Bologue’s Secret Energy, inexplicably giving the First Seat a sense of familiarity, as if he had previously faced a similar ability.

The First Seat did not ponder further; he had already wasted too much time on Bologue, he couldn’t pause any longer. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Torsion of his figure, Bologue only heard the whistling wind, followed by the continuous surging of surrounding mist, the First Seat vanished from sight, leaving Bologue only faintly able to sense the remnants of Ether pointing towards the direction of Aimou and Geoffrey’s escape.

The scenario Bologue dreaded the most occurred anyway; when confronting a Seeker of Glory, Bologue’s interception seemed so ludicrous. As long as the First Seat wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

Attempting to give chase, the Power of the Extreme Realm came surging, Bologue decisively swung his hand axe, but at the moment of contact with the Immovable Sword, Bologue was still blown away, spurting blood.

When Bologue stood again, he felt several of his bones breaking, yet he was unable to feel the pain, his heart filled solely with an itching bloodlust.

Blood smeared across Red Dog’s cheeks, yet he still bore a smile, raising the Immovable Sword, singing the Heart-devouring Song.

Yet Red Dog seemed unaware that his detestable song could not affect the two of them.

Bologue already possessed an extremely high mental resistance, plus the dominion of rage, the painful song merely fanned the flames, while Lebius with Belphegor’s Protection, completely ignored it all.