Chapter 1197: Chapter 35: Collapse (Part 2)

Bologue ignored it all. Under his influence, the ground sank into a massive pit, and the deep, dark well swallowed everything.

The Silver Hands, like giant tendrils, pulled Bologue deeper into the well. Under the continuous operation of Secret Energy·Commanding Decree, the well kept collapsing downward, severing all connections with the outside world.

In the endless darkness, the burning red mercury intersected, creating a deadly flare. The flames fell into the darkness, directly igniting the wildly growing flesh, illuminating the horrifying well.

Even Bologue couldn’t help but hold his breath at this sight.

The bottom of the ever-sinking well had already turned into a sea of flesh, with innumerable corpses piled within. They hung upside down, flailing their arms, mouths wide open as if calling for more prey.

In this flesh mountain, every building had been transformed into flesh, a plethora of bones and muscle tissues sprouting everywhere, their interwoven tendrils creating nothing but fear and chaos in the darkness.

Bologue dragged them into the darkness, causing them to cluster together, swelling and multiplying amid wailing cries.

Blood-drenched carcasses clawed out of the flesh, emitting cries like weeping. This incredible sight made Bologue’s stomach churn—as if the souls of the dead were still struggling to escape this ghastly hell.

Bologue took a deep breath, clenching Yawnbite in one hand and gripping his hand axe in the other. Countless Silver Hands whirled around him, casting fireballs as they burned the red mercury, scorching and shattering the flesh.

But this was not enough, not enough to solve the rampant flesh, which had evolved into a massive organism. All that Bologue’s efforts did was hurt it, not kill it.

Seeing its form, Bologue couldn’t help but recall the Calamity of the Beast of the Herd. In comparison, how similar they seemed, as if the Beast of the Herd were the embodiment of the Extraordinary Disaster: Eternal Rotting Land.

"Aimou, did you notify the Order Bureau?" Bologue contacted Aimou through a whistle.

"The Decision Room has received the message. The response team is on their way."

"Good."

Upon hearing from Aimou, Bologue felt slightly relieved. Cleaving blades couldn’t kill this perpetually multiplying flesh, nor could the burning red mercury.

All Bologue could do now was control the spread of the plague until the professionals arrived to incinerate it completely.

Endless cries echoed from below, as one bloody tendril after another curled up fiercely, attempting to consume Bologue’s flesh. But before they could approach, a flash of silver light passed through, and the Silver Hands, turned into sharp swords, easily sliced and diced the tendrils.

"Perhaps... perhaps I could give it a try."

Gazing at the sea of flesh, a dangerously extreme thought sprouted from deep within Bologue’s heart.

Since taking the role of team leader and patrolling the Night Race, Bologue had been engaged in high-intensity battles. With increasing combat experience, Bologue’s mastery of his secret power had also become more refined.

One could say that in terms of ether precision, Bologue had trained himself to the extreme. If not limited by his tier, Bologue felt he could have reached the Extreme Realm in Ethereal Amplification techniques.

Apart from improvements in Ethereal Skills and control precision, Bologue’s other notable advancement was in the lethality of his secret energy.

With highly precise ether manipulation, all those above Bologue’s tier except for Negative Power Users, found themselves easily pierced through and dominated by Bologue, much like how Tino lost bodily control, becoming helpless prey.

"If the sword can’t sever, and the axe can’t fragment... then how about my secret energy?"

While thinking so, Bologue suddenly lost the support of the Silver Hands, plunging straight into the sea of flesh.

The response team still had some time before arrival. In the meantime, Bologue needed to control the disaster’s spread, but more than that, he wanted to try if he could use his secret powers to completely kill this immortal flesh mass.

Through Infinite Sharpness, employing microscopic precision to dismantle its existence from the inside.

The moment he fell into the flesh ocean, everything sparked with excitement.

Bologue swung the heavy sword axe, causing the flesh to scatter and splatter. The screams of the carcasses grew louder, driven by a thirst and pursuit for blood.

They attacked Bologue with arms, legs, even their own heads, but Bologue showed no fear. With excellent combat skills, he felled each carcass to the ground.

Yet this was just the beginning, with more carcasses gathering from all directions, seemingly hundreds, even thousands. Bologue’s figure swayed intensely through the flesh, accompanied by heavy blows and breathing.

His sword axe sliced through the air, tearing apart the carcass limbs, as blood, intestines, and bones splattered everywhere, but he still couldn’t halt the approaching tempest.

Suddenly, a particularly tall carcass rose up, its pallid skull adorned with countless tumors and clots of blood, with tangled muscle tissue like a serpent.

It screamed, and with a loud bang, the tall carcass was cleaved in two, with blood splattering from its pale body. Bologue took a deep breath, replenishing his strength, stepping over the massive corpse toward the ceaseless tide.

At this moment, Bologue felt the doubled weight, as he not only had to slay carcasses but also command the entire area, making it collapse deeper underground to isolate it from Gray Stone Town, all while rapidly releasing ether to fill the pit.

The ether concentration quickly rose; Bologue felt it was about right. The Alchemy Matrix ran at high speed, the terrifying power accumulating and surging.

The reason he couldn’t kill the flesh was its sheer size, so large that even a tiny fragment could regenerate. Yet clearly Bologue couldn’t instantly kill its every inch of flesh...

Could he really not do it? Bologue wanted to try, to let the ether penetrate every inch of the flesh creation, fully subjugating its body. This process consumed his ether greatly, leading him to burn his own soul shards.

Bologue whispered, "I order you... to collapse!"

Secret Energy·Commanding Decree.

In an instant, the massive flesh monster began an internal self-collapse, as if experiencing a tremendous explosion. Some parts began emitting shrill screams, seemingly in extreme agony. In this shattered state, the gigantic flesh creature gradually became loose and twisted, with its fragile internal structure and unbalanced weight causing it to twist and collapse.

Its surface began revealing blood, muscle, bones, and other parts, as if the entire organism had completely disintegrated— the wails and tearing sounds from within the entire flesh beast grew louder, accompanied by a pungent odor that seemed to envelop the air entirely.

Bologue continued infusing ether, commanding this massive life form’s self-destruction from a supreme perspective.

Blood slowly oozed from fragile tissues and organs, forced to gush outward by violent constraints. This process was extremely painful, the whole air filled with the stench of decay, rot, and lifelessness. Muscles began to decompose into smaller chunks, their fibers turning into tainted blood.

Finally, the ocean of flesh burst violently, turning into a boundless sea of blood, filling the continuously sinking deep well. Bologue stood upright in the blood sea, his face somewhat pale. Commanding a monster to die directly was a considerable exertion, but he had indeed proven his secret power’s progress.

If the target of his command wasn’t this massive monster, just an ordinary person?

If the target wasn’t a flesh-and-blood body, but something deeper... something called a soul?