The woman inquired of herself, as a pungent scent of blood assaulted her senses.

In memory, that was the first time the Third Seat met the lady, and in that instant, he understood the filth hidden beneath her delicate facade.

A resilient will resisted Alice's assault, and a low growl emanated from beneath the armor. The Silver Knight encouraged himself with a roar, breaking through the illusory hallucination.

The past fears at this moment transformed into endless rage in the Silver Knight's heart, forceful pressure from the joints crushed the obstructive flesh thoroughly, even at the cost of damaging himself.

Sharpened wails convened simultaneously, Alice's body disintegrated like a blossoming flower, the surface peeling layer by layer, like fish gills, with crimson fuzz seeping through the gaps in the flesh.

In an instant, a crimson web spread around, everything it touched covered in a vast crimson net, followed by continuous sounds of corrosive acid. The web's surface was not only filled with sharp spikes but also oozed transparent corrosive liquid.

Like a roaring Red Tide.

Bologue charged toward the center of the Red Tide, Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid formed in front of him, transforming into a massive shield wall capable of protecting his body, yet even so, the moment of contact with the Red Tide filled his ears with a piercing corrosive sound.

Deep dents appeared on the hard and broad shield, and the interiors of these dents kept eroding incessantly.

This wasn't just corrosion. Bologue could clearly perceive the shield's ether being greedily plundered, the "Cold Iron Soul" being devoured, the material robbed of its soul and ether turned into flying clouds of dust.

"This is the Authority of Gluttony!"

Lebius's voice echoed in Bologue's mind. Hearing the leader's voice in such a time brought an unexpected sense of security to Bologue, but regrettably, this security did not last long.

Bologue could only hear Lebius's voice without seeing his figure, even his ether response was vague, he should still be battling the enemy, unable to extricate himself.

"An insatiable hunger, uncontrollable lust for gluttony, it will savagely plunder and consume all souls."

Bologue roughly understood what Lebius meant, even if he didn't comprehend, he experienced it firsthand.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was gradually turning into grayish-white dust, and he could only inject a large amount of ether, causing it to constantly regenerate itself to resist Alice's consumption.

Soon the flesh pierced through the armor, landing on Bologue's body, unbearable scorching pain surged through him, making Bologue feel as if his body was being gnawed by countless maggots, a dense cluster of pain stacked together, nearly knocking him unconscious.

It now seemed that Devils possessed two types of powers, one being the protection for their followers, the other the authority they themselves wielded, with protection and authority varying according to the Original Sin the Devil represented.

The authority possessed by the Gorgon Queen was this gluttonous plunder of souls, amidst extreme pain and torment, Bologue suddenly felt a slight sense of disorientation.

Material, upon losing its soul, transformed into rising dust, stirring Bologue's memories and reminding him of the scenes during his implantation ceremony.

This irresistible consumption was so similar to his own Summoning Hand, so close to the power of Overlord Xilin...

Bologue didn't continue to ponder further, sensing that matters weren't that simple, after all, no matter how powerful Overlord Xilin was, he was ultimately human, whereas the Crimson Queen was one of the Devils reigning over shadows.

Deprived of armor protection, Bologue continued forward relying on his flesh, his flesh being scraped away and swiftly healing afterward, achieving a balance of life and death at that moment.

Relying on the Undying Body, Bologue briefly stood amidst the Red Tide, while on the other side, the Silver Knight was in a dire state.

The Authority of Gluttony plundered the soul within the armor, leaving the once graceful armor marred with rust, the surrounding Ethereal Radiance dimmed, as the edge of the armor brimmed with rust, as if the current of time swept over it, taking away millennia.

Even so, the Iron-Cutting Sword in the Silver Knight's hand remained incredibly sharp, as if unaffected, cutting through even the illusory forces.

"For... the true King!"

The Silver Knight roared, ether surged to its peak in an instant.

Amidst successive battles and damage, the Silver Knight's ether intensity had long fallen from Defender to Negative Power User, yet now he surged back to heights.

The pure ether converged, coalescing into tangible flames. The blazing ether flames scorched the flesh, breaking through various restraints.

At this moment, the Silver Knight's eyes contained nothing else, only Alice at the core of the Red Tide. Alice had lost her human form, resembling a grotesque creature covered in cracks, with the only confirmation of her former human identity being the head cradled in her hands.

The head twisted over, and Bologue could only maintain a fleeting foothold within the Red Tide, while the Silver Knight could pose a real threat while standing firm.

Driven by instinct, Alice unleashed a roar at the Silver Knight, with the melody inducing maddening illusions in the listeners. This was not a Secret Energy like Hood's but a power inherent to these aberrant beings.

Bewitching minds, manipulating fate.

Alice looked expectantly at the Silver Knight, savoring his cries of failure, but the Silver Knight remained unmoved.

Far away in the Fog Abyss Fortress, the Third Seat stood as always beside the Shadow King. Through his connection with the Silver Knight, he could fully project his senses over, achieving the purpose of remote warfare.

The Third Seat kept his eyes tightly shut, with a faint light seeping through the gaps of his eyelids, while blood trickled steadily from his ears.

At this moment, the Third Seat could hear no sounds.

The Silver Knight stepped forward, raised his sword high, and the Red Tide swept over, eroding his mottled armor. Soon, the extraordinary metal was stripped of its soul and ether, returning to mortality and collapsing into a cloud of dust.

The outer armor rusted and peeled away, layer by layer, exposing the complex mechanical interior of the Silver Knight. Scarlet flesh filled the exposed areas, the left arm started trembling, then was completely twisted off. Before the severed limb hit the ground, it disintegrated into dust.

Yet, the Silver Knight stubbornly stood before Alice, raising the Iron-Cutting Sword with one hand, bringing down judgment upon it.

The sword light flashed, freezing the voracious Red Tide. A thin red line emerged from the deformed body, and as if on a broken mirror, the red line split into more red lines, covering the body densely before shattering.

The red lines severed completely, Alice's body shattered into countless pieces of flesh, with a large amount of blood seeping out, repeatedly washing over the decaying wolf spider carcasses beneath.

Bologue grabbed a longsword and thrust it down with all his might to stabilize his body amidst the torrent of blood. At that moment, Bologue's body was a bloody mess, his skin pierced by the Red Tide, exposing raw, bloody muscle tissues clearly.

He raised his head, his face smeared with filthy blood, one eye turned into a black, bloody hole, and half his mouth missing flesh, with blood-streaked gums exposed to the air like a ghoul unearthed from a grave.

Bologue paid no heed to his injuries, struggling to stand and step forward. He could see the confronting figures, the broken Silver Knight frozen in his final sword-swinging pose, and before him, the grotesque monster had vanished, leaving only an entanglement of white bones.

It was like a human being torn apart alive, then reassembled, with twisted limbs entangled.

Beneath the mass of flesh were a curved spine, intestines hanging among ribs, hands cradling the fair-faced head, with the Immortal Heart beating steadily behind the rib cage, thick blood vessels creeping slowly on the bones.

The Silver Knight had successfully grievously wounded Alice; if it weren't for the Immortal Heart, his sword strike would have been enough to kill Alice completely.

The Iron-Cutting Sword embraced not only severance and breakdown, but when such commands applied to a living body, they equated to death.

Now was the moment to seize the fruits of victory. The Silver Knight, driving his battered shell, tried to seize that heart.

Bologue gritted his teeth, dragging his body forward. He couldn't keep up with the Silver Knight's actions anymore, as his left leg had been gnawed down to bare bone. After only a few steps, he fell heavily, even though Bologue had an Undying Body, he needed time to recover, and this brief moment was enough for the Silver Knight to achieve his goal.

"Leave it to me!"

Aimou's voice resounded, but this time not in his mind, instead coming from beside his ear.

With a flash of golden light, Aimou released from the Shared Chord Body attachment, separating from Bologue's body. She then stepped forth, rushing towards the Immortal Heart.

Aimou alone was evidently insufficient, therefore she raised her hand high. The wind howled in response as she firmly grasped an incoming dagger.

"Charge!"

Palmer's cheering voice echoed from afar as Aimou sprang forcefully, her figure leaping high and plunging the dagger toward the Immortal Heart.

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