Endless Debt

The ether is intertwined with each other, and the secret sword and the shadow blade collide and cross repeatedly. Every time they come into contact, the power of cutting iron and steel is released without reservation, completely tearing apart all the materials it touches. Of course, the shadow blade cannot resist this force, and is It was easily broken, but before the pieces fell to the ground, they squirmed and pieced together again.

Holt's offensive is like a bursting wildfire, attacking indiscriminately, but the Regent's style is like his shadow blade, like running water, even if it is cut and chopped, it can still regain its strength.

"Ambition? Your ambition must be something boring, right?"

Holt exerted his secret energy, and invisible amber covered him like a shield. The slow speeds in various areas were different, creating a deadly differential zone.

"For example, rebuilding the Eternal Night Empire and letting the Dark Iron Curtain cover every part of the continent?"

Holt strode forward, and at the same time, the shadow blade struck head-on. Before it could touch Holt, it was frozen in mid-air by amber.

"Is this some kind of stereotype?"

The regent retreated calmly, the shadow blade in his hand extending infinitely. "It seems that careerists like us have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. We wish there was only one country's name on the world map."

The shadow squirmed, splitting into several extended shadow blades in an instant, attacking Holt from all directions, but just like the previous offensive, they were slowed down by amber one by one. No matter how powerful they were, they could not touch Holt. Half a point.

"Sure enough, this trick is of no use to you."

The regent twisted the shadow blade and raised his hand to break the caught sword blades. The shadow squirmed back into his hand and solidified into a slender sword blade again.

Holt said coldly, "Since it's useless, don't waste the ether."

The Prince Regent lowered his eyes and showed an inexplicable smile. Then he raised his head and said, "Okay, let's return to the basics."

The creeping movements of the shadow blade gradually stopped, until the illusory shadow took on a physical form, as if it had lost all its extraordinary properties, and turned into a smooth, dark thin sword.

Holt was stunned. He didn't expect that his words would actually make the Regent give up the Shadow Blade. Although its weird properties can be restrained by amber, Holt still needs to be wary of its cunning at all times. .

"Is this a trap?"

"How come?" The Prince Regent waved his hand, "It's just a sense of ritual and a small amount of self-pursuit."

After saying that, he raised the rapier again, placing the thin sword blade in front of his face, as if to split his face in two.

"Holt, my ambition is not as mediocre as you think. I think... I think this is something that can be called an ideal."

"for example?"

Holt moved his somewhat stiff fingers. The low temperature in the etheric world seemed to affect even the mirror world.

"For example, my revival of the Eternal Night Empire is just a part of realizing my ideals," the regent calmly explained his thoughts, "I will only occupy a corner of the continent, and then expand the population of the Night Tribe..."

"Starting a war?"

"War? How could it be?" The Prince Regent laughed again. "Actually, I hate war. How much productivity will it affect? ​​I really don't want to use war unless necessary."

Holt asked, "So what are we doing now?"

"War," said the Prince Regent, "yes, we are at the moment of necessity."

Holt was a little tired of the regent's words. The ether amplification covered his whole body. He pushed forward like a cannonball, and his own field was completely opened. No matter what kind of offensive the regent launched, Holt could freeze in an instant. .

The regent still kept his sword raised, as if he didn't care about Holt's attack at all.

Ripples of inverted colors erupted. Facing Holt's offensive, the Regent switched to the mirror world based on his previous experience. This caused a momentary gap in Holt's field, and also caused the two of them to re-enter the mirror world. Once again, he returned to the fighting in the etheric realm.

Above the ruins of the royal city and under the Tower of Origin, the black tide covered the sky and engulfed everything within reach. Even if Baldur and Weier joined the battlefield, they did not change much of the battle situation. At most, Sere's The pressure is a little lighter.

Bode carried Scott up and used him as a shield to withstand the waves. Sere repeatedly tried to break through and get in front of the Night King. Veer and Olivia cooperated, although Olivia Ya was suppressed by the bloodline, but both of them had the ability to avoid harm, and they also had a certain ability to protect themselves in the wave.

As for the two mobile health packs, Xinda and Palmer, after replenishing Serre and Olivia, they fled towards the rear.

After switching to the mirror world, the Regent and Holt appeared directly in the black tide. The Regent had already expected it. The majestic ether filled his body and turned into a thick ether barrier to block the invasion of the black tide. Holt He also maintained a high degree of vigilance, but he did not expect that he would appear directly in the power of the darkness of annihilation.

The regent was very surprised and said, "Oh? You can actually slow down this kind of power?"

Holt stood still in the black tide. The extremely deadly darkness was like a frozen painting, wrapping around him, but he could not get even closer.

In fact, Holt cannot truly stop time or completely freeze it. He just slows down the speed of things infinitely to achieve this illusion.

"This is not a difficult thing for me. Don't forget, I am the youngest Glorious One and carry the most advanced alchemical matrix."

Holt looked at the Regent, full of momentum, but a faint pain came from his whole body. During the vacuum period when the mirror world switched, the splashing black particles hit Holt's body, leaving small blood holes. .

This injury is not a problem for the etheric body, but the continuous battles have caused Holt's body to be covered with injuries of various sizes.

Holt's fighting spirit is high, but his body doesn't know how long it can last. This is the biggest difference between Holt and the Regent.

The Regent is an immortal. As long as he has enough blood and time, he can always recover, and there is not much room for error left for Holt.

"In that case..."

The Regent snapped his fingers, and the ripples of reversed color spread again, engulfing each other. They returned to the Mirror Realm once again. There was no darkness of annihilation, and no one else existed. There were only the two of them, one-on-one.

"Where did we just talk?"

The regent walked towards Holt and said slowly, "Oh, by the way, to rebuild the Evernight Empire, I will convert a large number of mortals and turn them into night tribes. They will be an excellent labor force. As long as A small amount of blood can keep you alive."

"I will not use them in war, but to maximize their value in factories. Think about what a magnificent city a group of immortal and tireless labor can build."

"Then what? Just like the Eternal Night Empire in the past, divided into levels based on blood and devoured layer by layer..."

"No, no, no, I have learned lessons from history," the regent interrupted Holt forcefully. "Under my governance, the Evernight Empire will no longer have those bloated aristocratic systems, and some will only have Efficient administrative tool.”

"Yes, I will create a new society and a new country. Every Night Clan will have their own responsibilities and maximize their immortal power instead of wasting their time."

Holt had a similar feeling, and he said, "It sounds like the idea of ​​the Supreme Being."

"There are some similarities, but they are still fundamentally different. The concept of the Supreme Sublime is to serve the ultimate Sublime, and the new empire I create will be an accelerator of civilization."

The regent rarely expressed his ideas to others, "Think about it, Holt, what is the biggest factor limiting human beings? It is life span. If I can give those geniuses eternal life, they will change our world. , how miraculous has it developed to?”

Holt found that the regent's words were very similar to those of the speaker, but the speaker was for his own benefit, while the regent wanted to use this method to forcibly accelerate the progress of civilization.

"Look, you are also interested," the regent smiled, "I will establish a screening committee to select the best among mortals. They will be given eternal life. In exchange, they need to be good at what they are good at. Burning everything on the road... This should be a kind of happiness for them, right?"

"Then...then..."

The regent wanted to say something more, but this time he shook his head and said calmly, "Forget it, I don't expect anyone to understand my thoughts anyway, and I will only be laughed at if I speak them out."

Holt shook his head and said disdainfully, "A madman's imagination."

"Ha ha."

The regent laughed a few times, and his expression suddenly became serious and terrifying, "This is the second chance God has given me, and I will never give up."

"Second chance?"

Holt looked into the regent's eyes, his scarlet pupils sparkling, "Yeah, I almost forgot, you are this kind of person originally, you have a lot of ideas but no way to put them into practice, and then it's like everyone else Like the familiar cliche plot, you hit rock bottom and meet Olivia."

When Olivia was mentioned, the Regent's expression showed a slight tremor, and it disappeared briefly.

Holt said, "Forget it, these are things that have already happened. No matter how much you talk about it, it can't change the fact that you are a villain."

"I never thought about defending myself."

"I know, so I don't bother to accuse you, right?"

Holt condensed the ether and wrapped it around his arm and sword blade. While chatting with the Regent, he was also thinking about how to kill the Regent.

As a Glory One, Holt's secret power is not very lethal and it is difficult to break through the Regent's moment soul threshold. Similarly, the same is true for the Regent's secret power. After several battles, the secret power accounts for an equal proportion in the battle between the two. Not much, more often than not, the two of them were just fighting each other with swords and ether blasts.

Holt can't do anything to the Regent, and the Regent can't kill Holt. In the past, Holt would have been very patient in confronting the Regent, but it's different today. If the deadlock continues to drag on, it will only be detrimental to himself.

The regent suddenly asked, "What about you, Holt, what kind of person are you and what ideas do you have?"

"Me?" Holt smiled, "Apart from my identity as a Glory One, I am an ordinary person who has received a good education, has a sound mind and a correct worldview. My philosophy is the philosophy of the Bureau of Order. This kind of thing There’s no need to repeat it too many times.”

The two fell silent in unison, until Holt took the lead to break the silence, "Prince Regent, you are actually quite interesting. Although you are a villain, among the villains I have come into contact with, you are one of the few principled ones. of."

"I like principled people."

The Regent nodded in response, "Me too."

Without any warning, the two of them disappeared together. When the sound of explosions resounded, the two of them were already fighting in front of each other. The shadow blade and the secret sword intersected, and the ether was entangled together.

Just as what happened before, the secret sword cut through the shadow blade without any hindrance. After the increase of the extreme power, the sword was deeply embedded in the regent's shoulder, splitting the muscles and bones, and sinking into his body. chest, shattering his ribs and lungs.

At the same time, the broken shadow blade was put together again. With the regent's swing, it passed the block of the secret sword and fell towards Holt's neck, but this time before touching the flesh and blood, the amber would slip off. The blade slowed down until it stopped.

"As expected, you are still better!"

The Prince Regent seemed to feel no pain, and the horrific injury only made him ecstatic.

Holt ignored the regent's words. The amber expanded rapidly and completely enveloped the regent. Even though the mutual repulsion of the ether gave the regent some room to move, all areas outside the scope of the mutual repulsion of the ether were still occupied by amber. No matter which direction the Regency breaks through, it will only fall into Holt's trap.

However, as long as the regent activates the mirror world switch again, the traps set by Holt will be ineffective and he will escape again. As for the horrific physical injuries, the immortal body can also heal them.

Thinking of this, Holt couldn't help but feel bored. Similar battles had happened several times, and each time they ended in this way.

Just as Holt was preparing to deal with the complicated battle situation after the mirror world switch, the Regent rarely activated the secret power, but shouted with a maniacal smile on his face.

"You look a little bored, Holt. You find this boring, don't you?"

A massive amount of ether erupted from the Regent's body, squeezing Amber. He stepped back and pulled the secret sword out of his chest. The moment before the blade separated from his flesh and blood, Holt's ether finally broke through the Regent. On the king's ether, slender wounds erupted from the sword wounds, covering the regent's entire chest, raising a delicate mist of blood.

Holt didn't understand that the Regent had every chance to activate the mirror world switch and dodge the blow, but he didn't do so. He just continued to yell with that disturbing laugh.

"I think this is boring too!"

The Regent stood firm, and the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He did not immediately attack Holt, and Holt rarely pursued him.

The two looked at each other calmly. Perhaps they both saw similarities in each other. Even though they had different positions and different ideas, they were both a group of arrogant guys with inexplicable, even ridiculous persistence.

The Regent said, "One on one."

Holt nodded, and the amber that filled the surroundings suddenly disappeared. He gave up his secret energy and instead poured all his ether into the power of the extreme realm.

"A fair duel."

Hearing Holt's words, the regent smiled and said, "Okay, as for the outcome... let's see who can cut off whose head, how about it?"

"You are the immortal."

"That's true..."

The Prince Regent became distressed, wondering how to come up with fair rules.

Suddenly, Holt said again, "It's okay, just follow these rules."

The regent asked, "Is it really possible? I am an immortal."

"You have to ask yourself that, not me."

Holt's words were inexplicably filled with trust in the Regent. The Regent looked confused, and then his smile turned ferocious.

"That's great, Holt."

Holt was still too lazy to pay attention to the Regent, and took the lead to move forward. After no longer thinking about activating the secret power, Holt concentrated all his energy on the tip of the sword. He was so focused, and the slash was so deadly.

Fierce sparks suddenly burst out. This time, the shadow blade did not break, and the secret sword did not release its power. It was just as promised before, a pure sword fight without any external influence.

The Prince Regent was in an excited mood. He had not been so happy for a long time. He grasped the shadow blade with both hands and struck it from top to bottom repeatedly. The force became more intense each time and the sparks became brighter each time.

The sharp sound was about to deafen the two of them, but they had no intention of stopping. Holt quickly turned to one side, avoiding another heavy blow, and then slashed horizontally with the secret sword, bringing out a shocking blood.

The wound extended along the side of the Regent's waist, and the flesh cracked and blood mixed with pure ether gurgled out. Before, the wound had already begun to heal itself when it appeared, but this time the Regent's immortality seemed to have failed. Normally, the wound would stay there, causing bursts of heartbreaking pain.

"Your swordsmanship is not very good!"

Holt shouted, switching from defense to offense. The sword light continued like a torrent and invaded forward.

The Prince Regent responded, "There is no way, I don't have a swordsmanship teacher, all skills are learned in actual combat."

"That's even more disappointing."

Holt suddenly lowered his body, held the sword in both hands, and thrust forward. The secret sword avoided the sweep of the shadow blade, and took advantage of the gap in the regent's defense to pierce his abdomen.

"The immortal body gives you unlimited room for error, so you can't actually experience the danger of dancing on the tip of a knife, let alone learn the true skills between life and death."

Holt commented coldly on the Regent's skills like a teacher.

"I know," the Prince Regent allowed the sword blade to pierce his abdomen. He grabbed the blade with one hand and raised the shadow blade high with the other hand. "That's why I am so obsessed with dueling. I hope to share the same fate with the God of Death." dance!"

The shadow blade slashed down. Holt did not hesitate. He imitated the actions of the Prince Regent and raised his hand to grab the shadow blade. Even with the etheric body and ether protection, the shadow blade still cut into Holt's palm, and blood flowed. And down.

"No, I mean, a duelist with a way out cannot defeat me."

Holt twisted the secret sword, and the sharp blade cut the regent's hand until the flesh and blood were blurred. Several knuckles were even broken off directly. Then, like a fatal cut in the waist, it was quickly pulled away to one side, killing the regent. Most of the abdomen was cut open.

Blood and pieces of flesh were mixed together and scattered all over the floor, and hot white gas rose from the dirty blood.

The joyful pain made the Prince Regent roar excitedly. He pressed down on the shadow blade with all his strength and completely cut off half of Holt's palm. The shadow blade, filled with blood, turned around and headed towards Holt's neck. Attacked again.

"Behead!"

cried the Prince Regent, ecstatic.

Maybe this is a common problem among the undead. In order to keep their minds sane, they will be inexplicably obsessed with certain things. As for the regent, apart from his own ideals, the only thing that can make him devote everything is this bloody... duel.

The less I feel the presence of death, the more I long to dance with death.

Holt looked at the incoming shadow blade indifferently, his heart was extremely peaceful. As mentioned before, unlike the deformed existence like the Regent, Holt received a good education and had a relatively happy life. He is the most standard type of person in the story, mediocre but enviable.

But even under such a mediocre label, Holt still has some unyielding persistence.

Holt will not be intimidated by death, he knows that there is something far beyond death.

Without the slightest hesitation, Holt raised his injured arm again, blocking the side of his head like a shield, like a defensive boxer.

The two ethers clashed, and the dark shadow blade sank into the flesh without any hindrance. The blade directly cut off Holt's forearm. Holt raised his shoulder further, and the upright arm was stuck hard. He grabbed the shadow blade and forced it to stay in place.

"How can the undead understand the meaning of sacrificing one's life?"

Holt roared, ignoring the pain, and turned back with the secret sword!

The regent's maniacally laughing expression was completely frozen, and a slender line of blood surged along his throat until it turned into a bloody trail and split into two.

The secret sword cut off the regent's head in one fell swoop.

In an instant, the ripples of reverse color reappeared, the mirror world was shattered, and the secret power that the Regent had maintained ended as he fell into a brief death. Holt returned to the etheric world, and boundless black tides emerged from all directions around him. , as if to swallow up the world.

Holt gasped for breath, and his entire left arm disappeared from the forearm. The cross-section was neat, and pure ether and blood flowed. Holt was not sure whether the etheric body could survive this level of injury. He recovered, but the current critical situation did not allow him to consider his own safety.

A few minutes ago, Bode and others had a back-and-forth with the Night King, but now the darkness of annihilation was so high. Holt decisively activated his secret energy, slowing down the surrounding darkness, and not far away from him, Se Lei and others have been deeply caught in the wave.

Bode carried Scott and relied on the immortal nature of the statue to temporarily resist part of the darkness. Weier also released her own secret power to give Olivia and Sere protection, but now they are completely trapped. In the black tide, darkness surged up, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely engulfed.

The sound of flesh and blood crawling came from not far away. Holt turned around and saw the regent picking up his head. The flesh and blood on his neck healed. He came to life again, but this time the regent did not ask Holt. After launching an attack, even the squirming shadow blade was put away by him.

The regent just stood there with a slight smile on his face and looked at Holt with arrogance in his eyes.

An indistinct sound came from the depths of the darkness, like the Night King's whisper. He seemed to be telling something. The Regent's expression immediately became painful, the muscles all over his body twitched, and his limbs moved strangely. His palms Uncontrollably grabbing the Shadow Blade.

"Shut up, you coward."

The Prince Regent looked at the end of the darkness with a look of disgust, and even though he was reluctant, he was forced to draw the Shadow Blade again.

"Is a guy like you really worthy of being an arrogant chosen one?"

The regent said fiercely, somewhat similar to Sai Zong, the existence of the Night King is also very special. He is not only the chosen one of arrogance, but also the scourge of arrogance in this world. The regent guessed that in fact, arrogance doesn't like this guy very much, but However, the Night King is an important part of controlling the Night Clan, and arrogance cannot be given up easily.

The shadow blade pointed at Holt tremblingly. Under the suppression of blood and oaths, the Night King's control over the Regent was much stronger than that of Sere. It may also be because of Sere's betrayal that he wanted to capture everything. in hand.

Thinking of this, the Prince Regent couldn't help but feel amused. He wondered if this was a tradition. Threy betrayed the Night King, and now even he had to do the same.

No, this is not a betrayal. All along, the Regent has only been loyal to himself, and the Night King is just a tool for him to achieve his goals.

Holt endured the pain of his broken arm and grasped the secret sword tightly. When he was about to fight the Regent again, the shadow blade suddenly wriggled and extended, a dark shadow flashed past, and the Regent's arms were broken together, carrying the shadow blade with him. Together, they fell into the dark torrent of annihilation.

The Prince Regent seemed to be indifferent to the pain, still maintaining that smile, "He and I are different."

Holt stared at the Regent deeply. Whether before or now, the two were complete enemies. They wanted to crush their opponents to ashes, but they were so similar. They abided by each other's principles, no matter what. Right or wrong.

An inexplicable and abnormal sense of recognition slowly emerged. The Regent recognized Holt's strength, and Holt also recognized the Regent's blood-stained dignity.

A rumbling sound came from above. Holt raised his head and saw that the monster with thousands of arms and legs had arrived near the Origin Tower at some point. The Eternal Battle that had been fighting with it was completely integrated with it. , limbs and swords danced wildly, broken iron slag and dripping blood were sprinkled.

The world is disturbed by the power of madness.

Holt took a deep breath. He had just eliminated an opponent. The war was not over yet. As a Glorious One, he had his own responsibilities to bear.

The alchemical matrix operates at high speed, and the ether in its own existence is completely burned.

Secret Energy·Amber.

The invisible ripples unfolded at high speed under Holt's will. Almost instantly, it enveloped the surrounding area, followed by the entire black wave and even the entire royal city.

The snow dust stagnated in mid-air, the dark particles and smoke stopped flowing, and the black waves surged high. They should have swallowed up Bode and others in one go, but at this moment it was as if time had stopped, and the waves were as tall as a tower. A black mountain peak, its edges illuminated by the glow of ether, forming silvery halos.

The inside of the wave was absolutely pitch black, and no texture details could be seen. Holt came out in blood, and strange electric arcs flashed on the alchemical matrix mapped on the body surface.

Forced slowness is a scourge in this world, which is much more difficult than Holt imagined. His ether is being consumed at a high speed, and the alchemical matrix is ​​almost reaching its limit.

"What are you still doing?" Holt shouted, "Evacuate!"

Before the voice fell, Olivia turned into a shadow, swallowing up Bode and Sere, and then twisted into an arrow. The moment she approached Holt, she was included in the shadow along with Holt.

Wei Er fluttered and flew with the shadows. The moment before they escaped from the danger zone, Holt could no longer bear the pressure, and the secret energy collapsed.

The black wave broke free of stagnation, and the mountain roared and the tsunami came. At the same moment, a red-hot light rose from the ground.

Bologo's body was burning, as if he was about to melt. Under the terrifying light, the alchemical matrix collapsed into pieces. The flesh and blood turned into charcoal and was replaced by fresh flesh and blood. Aether couldn't stop overflowing from the gaps. , turning into flames and rising up.

All this time, Boluogo has never felt that he is an immortal in the true sense. He is just a mortal who is extremely difficult to kill. After all, the essence of the undead's pursuit of immortality is to fear death, but Boluogo is not afraid of death. On the contrary, , he possesses a spirit that is rare and almost non-existent among the undead.

"Bologo, no matter what the outcome..." he said to himself, "the time has come to sacrifice."

The alchemical matrix collapsed, and the light was no longer restrained, turning into an incineration flash.