The machine body running in overload, Ethereal Amplification completely covering it, the heavy iron fist swept through the air, creating a whistling wind, and then precisely hitting the Silver Knight's battered helmet.

Under the continuous corrosion, the Silver Knight's armor was no longer as resilient as before, riddled with cracks and rust.

Metal collided, rubbed, and compressed against metal, the Silver Knight's armor began to deform, the cracks continuously widened, and the rust collapsed, scattering as metallic dust.

In the brief spark that flashed, the shattered helmet was smashed down more than half by Aimou's punch, revealing its complex structure, as the crimson Ethereal Radiance flickered.

The Third Seat sought perfect synchronization with the Silver Knight; although the Silver Knight was an Alchemy Armor, its design was compared against humans, and as the helmet was mostly destroyed, the Third Seat had his vision largely plunged into darkness, making it difficult to observe the movements of several figures.

Another heavy punch landed, this time attacking from the Silver Knight's back, Aimou completely dented the armor inward, with the edges of the joints curling up like a machine on the verge of destruction.

The Silver Knight gripped the Secret Sword tightly in his hand; his vision was obstructed, yet he could still sense Aimou's position, just about to swing the sword for a horizontal slash, but suddenly he found himself unable to wield the blade, turning his head, a grim face was close at hand.

Bologue clasped the Silver Knight's single arm that was swinging the sword, a blue light trail appeared on Bologue's arm, and it broke through the confines of flesh, gradually spreading to the Silver Knight's body.

"You must be tired by now!"

Bologue shouted at the staggering Silver Knight, under Alice's relentless corrosion, no matter how powerful the Alchemy Armor was, it was heading towards collapse, and the Ether contained within was spilling and fleeing.

From unparalleled strength at first sight to now a dwindling presence, Bologue had witnessed the Silver Knight's transformation with his own eyes.

His own armor was full of holes, and the attached Alchemy Matrix also showed damage. Bologue was unsure whether the Alchemy Armor possessed the defense mechanism of Rectangular Soul Critical, but in such peril, he chose to give it a try.

Touching the mottled armor, the Summoning Hand forcefully summoned the Silver Knight's armor. Upon contact, Bologue felt a strong resistance; this was not Rectangular Soul Critical, but rather the Silver Knight's Ether resisting him.

Bologue remembered this trait, Ethereum Mutual Exclusion.

Ethers belonging to different entities would repel each other, which is why in combat, the Condenser cannot forcibly summon the ether emitted by the opponent.

The battered Silver Knight resisted Bologue's intrusion, but now he was no longer at his peak state. Bologue intercepted the Secret Sword, making it impossible for him to swing it, while Aimou unleashed a series of heavy punches at him.

The already broken and collapsing shell was accelerated by external force, no matter how hard the Silver Knight thought, he could not have imagined the battle would reach this point.

Red threads surged around, pulling at the shattered flesh, attempting to draw them back to the vicinity of the Immortal Heart, to reorganize them together, thereby protecting this vital heart.

A faint metallic ringing sounded, the blue light trails resisted the Ethereum Mutual Exclusion, spreading to the armor, Bologue's eyes were filled with frenzy and then he ordered.

"Collapse!"

In an instant, densely packed cracks appeared on the Arm Armor, disintegrating into fine dust, first peeling off the outer armor, then the steel bones and structure beneath the armor.

Just like when corroded by the Red Tide, the entire sword-wielding arm of the Silver Knight rapidly disintegrated into dust until the fatal Iron-Cutting Sword slipped from his hand, the blade firmly embedding into the ground.

The Silver Knight looked at Bologue, with half of his face left, the scarlet singular eye resembling a burning ghost fire.

"You were never meant to exist…"

A great sorrow swept over the Silver Knight's mind, he didn't expect he would still fail in the end, but he didn't react with any hysteria, that would be a bit too indiscreet.

The Silver Knight just felt very sad, watching the Devil's conspiracy gradually coming to fruition with his own eyes, yet he was powerless to stop it all.

No… nothing is settled yet, before the true showdown arrives, they all have a chance to rebel.

The iron fist pierced through the Silver Knight's chest, and the Curved Path Gate swirling in the chest also crumbled along with it, Aimou embraced the wounded Bologue tightly, overlapping with him again.

Ether was replenished in every inch of the body, Bologue staggeredly stood up, and effortlessly lifted the Secret Sword that was embedded in the ground.

Bologue was just a First Stage Condenser, fundamentally lacking the ability to command this lethal Iron-Cutting Sword, but after all, it was just a weapon, and even without its terrifying power, that couldn't change the fact of it being a blade.

"Tell that Devil, we will stop him."

The Silver Knight said this last.

Bologue responded with a slight smile, retorting, "Funny enough, I'm also looking for that bastard, if you have information, we could share it."

"But before that!"

Bologue mercilessly swung the Secret Sword, the blade slashed into the armor, and the sharp edge easily shattered the layers of mottled metal, splitting it in two.

"I'll still kill you!"

The cold gleam flashed by, and the remains of the Silver Knight completely collapsed, turning into a pile of debris and dust.

Bologue gasped for breath, finally dealing with a strong enemy; now only the final task remained.

Thousands of red lines around began to stir, pulling the fragments of flesh into a frenzied dance. Clearly soft flesh, yet it easily sliced through matter as it passed, like scarlet blades.

"Hurry!"

Geoffrey shouted, his eyes bloodshot and red, with traces of blood even oozing from the corners.

The prolonged stagnation had pushed Geoffrey to his limit, the Alchemy Matrix covering his body like an overloaded machine, bursting with dangerous sparks.

The stagnation of the Tiger Eye began to loosen, Alice regained the ability to move, and the Red Tide continued to surge, trying to annihilate all enemies closing in.

The wolves on the periphery were covered in corrosive scars, and Lebius was also riddled with injuries; no matter how sharp his Blade of Pitch Black was, it was useless if he couldn't strike that critical heart.

Bologue grabbed the Secret Sword and sprinted. He wasn't far from the Immortal Heart, but the short distance seemed unbearably long under the surge of the Red Tide.

He could not stop, for this was a task only Bologue could accomplish. The Red Tide hit Bologue, and in an instant, his body was drenched in blood, with wounds so deep they exposed bone.

Fortunately, Bologue was already accustomed to it all; as an Undead, such injuries didn't bother him.

Cold bone spears extended from the surrounding fragments of flesh. The Silver Knight slashed Alice into countless pieces, increasing Alice's size severalfold, with attacks coming from all directions.

Alice did not fear Bologue; rather, she feared the Secret Sword in Bologue's hand.

The secret energies of those present lacked powerful direct killing capability, but this Secret Sword was different. Its Steel-Breaking Power was enough to render the Immortal Heart powerless.

The bone spears charged with murderous intent tried to pierce Bologue, but then the Ethereal Radiance rose, enveloping Bologue's surroundings. The earring hanging on his ear emitted power, collapsing at its limit.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Bologue's figure vanished; with Curved Path Shuttling, he bypassed all obstacles, appearing from thin air at the core of the thousands of Red Tides, before the Immortal Heart.

Although Belli wasn't present on this battlefield, Bologue unexpectedly wanted to thank Belli; with her peculiar creations, Bologue gradually tilted the scales of victory back.

The bizarre, misshapen heart was close at hand, and as Bologue approached, his heartbeat involuntarily intensified, sending unbearable pain deep into his chest.

Bologue gasped in agony, as if trapped in a hateful vortex, his vision blurred, distorted, and his sense of direction became confused; ethereal illusions played repeatedly before his eyes.

"Not enough, far from enough."

The staggering figure suddenly steadied; Bologue raised his head, despite the haunting murderous illusions corroding his will, they couldn't interfere with his actions.

In Bologue's brief life, he had endured too many terrifying things; whether it was the Fall of the Holy City or the long captivity in the Black Prison, as a Condenser, he then wielded the Face of Horror without restraint...

Various experiences made Bologue's will incredibly resilient; no matter how fearsome the scene, to him, it was already commonplace.

The Immortal Heart was just struggling in its death throes, making its final resistance, surrounding flesh converging as if to devour Bologue, yet he leaped at that moment, driving the Secret Sword into the loathsome heart.

No complex process, just a simple leap and stab, the cold Secret Sword completely penetrated the Immortal Heart, yet it still beat powerfully.

The recoiling flesh slapped against Bologue, swiftly covering him, gnawing at his body, mocking laughter echoed in his ears, seemingly ridiculing Bologue's overestimating his capabilities.

The Iron-Cutting Sword could harm the Immortal Heart, mainly due to its Steel-Breaking Power, but Bologue couldn't wield this power; in his hands, it was merely an overly sharp blade.

Such level of injury couldn't affect the Immortal Heart; crimson eyes emerged on its surface, each pupil filled with mocking demeanor.

The mocking demeanor suddenly froze; all pupils fell into a momentary daze, and immense terror rose from them.

Bologue was already exhausted, both physically and in Ether, but in this extreme state, he somehow drove the Secret Sword deeper, until the blade reached the hilt.

"This sword... I should be able to command it."

A cold voice echoed from behind the Immortal Heart, a hand covered in filthy blood tightly grasping the penetrating blade. Regardless of the wounds to his hand, he dragged the blade deeper into the Immortal Heart.

Lebius cast an admiring glance at Bologue, then without hesitation infused all his Ether into the blade.

Iron-Cutting Steel, everything collapses.

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