In an instant, both of their perceptions of time dulled, each second becoming interminably long. The cold Secret Sword swung towards Bologue, with Bologue hanging in mid-air, having no space to evade. He could only fully unleash Ether, conducting spatial transmutation, meanwhile dispersing Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, causing it to nail into the flesh below, passively moving himself.

Bologue began to shift mid-air, simultaneously his body blurred and twisted. Half of his body sunk into Curved Path Shuttling, and the Iron-Cutting Sword descended upon his head.

Both parties' spirits were fully concentrated, and then time sped forward like a film pressed fast-forward.

Sword lights criss-crossed, steel clashed fiercely.

Ultimately, Bologue was merely a Condenser, even though the Silver Knight had fallen to such a state, he was still an existence Bologue could not easily oppose.

The Secret Sword drew out a vague trajectory. Bologue didn't even see how that Secret Sword hit him, only felt a cold sensation in his chest, and a few seconds later, sharp pain followed.

"Don't think it's going to end this easily!"

Even at such a time, Bologue stubbornly spoke harsh words.

Bologue felt like a thug knocked down on the street, already covered in blood yet still arrogant, but Bologue was different from those thugs, for he not only spoke harsh words but also took real action.

Before the Secret Sword pierced the body, the snakes nailed into the ground flesh slipped off and rolled up. As Bologue spun, they transformed into countless waving Whip Blades.

At the last moment, Bologue abandoned evasion and chose to counterattack. Taking advantage of the Silver Knight's weakness, Bologue would do everything possible to inflict damage.

Bologue didn't think he could defeat the Silver Knight, but he believed Lebius and Geoffrey could do it. Now he just needed to pave the way for them.

Whip Blades entangled the Silver Knight, the sharp tips repeatedly cutting through Armor, as flesh corroded the Silver Knight. Once indestructible Armor could now be easily marked.

The Blade withdrew from Bologue's chest, then severed the Whip Blades. Bologue fell heavily, blood choking his throat, causing him to cough painfully.

That one strike from the Silver Knight didn't kill Bologue, yet that cold metal still issued a command of destruction to Bologue's body, crushing organs and bones into a mass of foul blood.

Bologue lay on the ground motionless, feeling that his spine might be snapped, losing control of his whole body. He could only tilt his head, watching the Silver Knight's next move.

"You're even more troublesome than I imagined."

The Silver Knight's voice was low, stepping heavily, with each move shedding rusty metal debris like dust.

Bologue couldn't utter a word, but his eyes still held a taunting expression, beginning to enjoy this Undead identity, feeling amazing being unable to be killed, like a ghost hidden in shadows, causing endless torment.

"I… am so hungry…"

A cold female voice interrupted the confrontation between Bologue and the Silver Knight. On the side, Alice's body was slowly collapsing, from the grotesque fusion of flesh and foul blood, an arm stretched out, grabbing Alice's hair with one hand and lifting her face high.

Bologue and the Silver Knight tensed up, in the chaos of battle, the most unsettling point was this: When you thought you eliminated a foe, another enemy would emerge from the shadows, leaving you alone and constantly on alert.

The Silver Knight's full-force strike heavily injured Alice. From within the grotesque mass of flesh, numerous scarlet blood vessels extended, spreading outward like vines.

Starting from rooting into the pale flesh below, the massive Wolf Spider, to nurture Alice's birth, had been consumed of its essence. Now, for self-healing, Alice further ravaged it.

Large pieces of flesh turned into gray-white hardness, then became soft, shattered, turning into clouds of dust.

Bologue lay on the ground, with blood vessels soon reaching him, brutally piercing his body, drawing out his blood and life.

Excessive pain almost made Bologue faint, clearly knowing even if not unconscious now, death was not far away.

Severely injured, Bologue's Rectangular Soul Critical was breached, blood vessels pulling from his body the little remaining Ether, supplying it to Alice. Bologue's face quickly paled, skin turning withered and shriveled.

The Silver Knight suffered similarly, the numerous rust spots on his silver-white Armor constantly accelerated his collapse until the ornate faceplate fragmented into numerous holes, resembling a dead man's icy visage.

"Bologue!"

Aimou exclaimed in shock, attempting to rescue Bologue, but he signaled her away.

Bologue was captured by the hunger of gluttony. He might hibernate for a long time but would awake again. If Aimou were captured and stripped of all Ether, only cold death awaited her.

Aimou understood Bologue's intent, halting her rescue steps, watching from afar as Bologue was gradually buried by blood vessels, leaving only half his face exposed.

The Silver Knight had no reaction left, under the armor, the glow dimmed and faded, seemingly returning to cold mortal steel, blood vessels entwined his body, Armor burdened to the breaking point, kneeling powerlessly.

The conflict between them ultimately allowed Alice to gain the upper hand, greedily consuming, with Aimou constantly retreating, avoiding the approaching blood vessels.

From afar, Palmer also extended aid; unsuitable for close combat, he threw out all Flying Knives, the howling wind slicing many blood vessels mid-air, blood splattering everywhere.

Just as Aimou would retreat to a safe distance, she noticed another figure on the battlefield.

Teda lay on the ground, watching blood vessels entwining, his eyes without terror, only void. His remaining reason collapsed completely when Alice transformed grotesquely.

Aimou halted her retreat, watching Teda gradually engulfed, her heart surging with indescribable emotion.

Teda had completely abandoned thinking, along with his life.

He was once a wise Scholar, yet entwined in desire and pain, contemplation became endless punishment for this decrepit figure.

Facing the encroaching blood vessels, sensing the ebbing of his life, Teda possessed no fear, instead felt a relieving joy.

Teda could finally escape chaotic thoughts, welcoming eternal serenity.

He thought so, closing his eyes, but in the next moment he was forcefully dragged up, pulled free from the crimson vines.

"You irresponsible bastard! Do you intend to die like this!"

Teda heard a familiar voice, seeing a familiar face, she shouted at him angrily, rescuing him from layers of blood vessels.

Aimou's strength amazed, she threw Teda high, tossing him to a safe zone.

Teda landed hard, his muddled mind seemingly cleared by the fall, slowly getting up, wanting to say something, seeing forward, his mind instantly blank.

Aimou kept her final throwing stance, blood vessels like swarms of venomous snakes, completely entwined her body, binding her tightly.

She reached out seemingly pleading for aid, yet now no one could rescue her, Aimou was engulfed powerlessly, letting blood vessels corrode and penetrate flesh, plundering her precious Ether.

Until the scarlet branches delved into the chest cavity, touching the Constant Motion Core fused with the Fantasy Species, and within the Core the most precious, purest transformation of Ether, the Philosopher's Stone.

In the land of death, a sinister figure silently approached, shadow-following-shadow.

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