Under Aimou's blessing, the only difference between Bologue himself and the Prayer Believers is that his Secret Energy has yet to be ascended. But even if it had, Bologue feels it would be of no use facing the current situation.

"Leader, it's not something that can be glossed over with triple salary anymore."

Bologue muttered, a mad gleam flashing in his eyes.

Flesh spread across the earth; Secret Energy·Summoning Hand cannot command them. For now, the only summonable items Bologue can utilize are the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, which fortunately can self-proliferate. Bologue thinks that's not bad.

The cold Iron Armor covered his torso, Bologue gripped the Dual Blades, with Ethereal Amplification enhancing his body. He charged like a gale, aiming for the Silver Knight.

The Silver Knight was running out of patience. He gripped the Secret Sword, Ether infusing it. Theoretically, the Iron-Cutting Sword could sever all things with material form, even slicing the rushing gale into a vacuum.

The figures of both continuously diminished, drawing closer. With indifference, the Silver Knight watched Bologue coming to meet his fate. Just as the Secret Sword was about to descend, a deadly Flying Knife came from above.

Palmer's tricks were utterly boring. They might have some effect on others, but for the Silver Knight, he easily repelled it by merely releasing Ether.

Bologue reached there at this moment. He remembered what Lebius had said, the most deadly thing was not the Silver Knight himself but that Triple Transformation Secret Sword in his hand.

But no matter how deadly a blade is, if it can't hit, then it's meaningless.

Bologue's focus was unprecedented. His azure eyes closely observed the trajectory of the Secret Sword. He could see the floating gleam, the texture on the metallic surface, and the traces etched by the Alchemy Matrix...

Excruciating pain erupted from his chest. Bologue gazed as a blood mark was torn across his chest, his Armor and flesh pierced instantly, his heart nearly shattered.

Maintaining a posture of holding the sword with one hand, unlike Bologue's shock, the Silver Knight was somewhat surprised. He thought Bologue couldn't match his speed, but just seconds before the strike was completed, Bologue instinctively dodged, merely having his chest sliced instead of being cleaved in half.

Whatever, both outcomes are the same, just need to swing one more time.

Bologue's body tilted backward, as the Silver Knight twisted his wrist, preparing to bring down the death edge once more.

In an instant, Ether thundered with a high pitch.

Bologue did not fall; on the contrary, he maintained an eerie balance, the shattered Iron Armor not entirely dispersing but instead writhing crazily, transforming into a deceitful mass of snakes that entwined towards the Silver Knight.

The two were so close, close enough for the serpents to swallow the Silver Knight in an instant like a monster's open maw.

Powerful Ether reverberated on the Silver Knight's surface, yet it did not entirely expel the serpents while bitter cold enveloped him.

Frost generated from thin air, freezing his feet, swiftly spreading upwards, sealing half of his body in ice.

The Delusional raised his hand, gazing at this with a fanatical look.

The Silver Knight ignored the Delusional. He simply stared straight at Bologue, the crimson glow in the gaps of his faceplate becoming ever brighter.

Vast Ether was released, relying on pure impact to blast away the frost and serpents, causing Bologue to be pushed back several steps.

Bologue staggered to steady himself, with Aimou's supportive Ether entering his body, speeding up his self-healing. Seeing the composed Silver Knight, Bologue couldn't think of what advantage he had.

But this time, the Silver Knight did not pursue him. He seemed somewhat puzzled, quickly figuring something out, and asked.

"Who are you?"

Today's bizarre occurrences already felt abundant to Bologue, his taut nerves becoming numb and weary, so when the Silver Knight asked his identity, Bologue was not surprised. He merely felt it wasn't a good time to engage in conversation with an enemy.

While retreating, Bologue raised his hand, the serpents crawling forward along his arm, twisting and intertwining with each other, soon solidifying into a frigid entity.

In a flash, massive iron thorn branches erupted, icy thorns rapidly grew forward, piercing and shredding flesh along the way, completely enveloping the Silver Knight, placing him amid the thorny woods.

Behind the Silver Knight, the Delusional also launched an attack once more, amid the three-way conflict, both Bologue and the Delusional simultaneously targeted the Silver Knight because he was the strongest among the three sides.

One by one, metallic arms created through Illusion Creation, gripping the long dreadful blades tightly.

As if a hundred-armed giant fought here, falling chaotic blades smashed like a thunderstorm towards the Silver Knight.

Bologue did not believe it could wound the Silver Knight, he never believed so from the start. All of Bologue's efforts now were merely to delay time. The longer he delayed, the greater their chance of success.

Faced with these heavy blows, the Silver Knight appeared very calm, still maintaining the composure of a strongman, a peculiar scrutiny emanating from beneath the faceplate, fixing on Bologue.

The Silver Knight observed Bologue's figure, the face hidden beneath the mask, the azure eyes reminiscent of ghost flames, and his deceitful Secret Energy, precisely commanding and manipulating matter, shaping them according to his wishes...

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