At the critical moment, your eternal savior, your absolutely reliable partner, Bologue Lazarus makes his dazzling entrance.

Whether it was the sharp pain from his abdomen or the hallucinations caused by poison, Palmer's eyes were wet, and he felt he was truly about to cry.

Seeing Bologue, Palmer realized he had never missed his partner so much; if not for his body still being paralyzed and unable to move, he really wanted to give Bologue a big hug.

Bologue didn't even glance at Palmer, his gaze locked on the burning ruins behind the layers of collapsing walls.

Unlike those Bloodthirsty ones he casually slaughtered, the opponent was a High Tier Night Race, with unknown Ether strength. This seemingly brutal offensive from Bologue wasn't enough to completely crush Zefirin's Undying Body.

Catching a glimpse of Palmer from the corner of his eyes, Bologue didn't comprehend the "safe word" that Palmer mentioned. Though their interests overlapped somewhat, Palmer enjoyed flashy things more, coupled with his comedian personality, Bologue had long learned to filter out Palmer's words.

Filtering out the junk information, leaving only the useful, Bologue didn't hesitate for a moment, instead asking about the situation.

"How did you end up like this?"

"Hell knows, I woke up like this!" Palmer complained, "And why did Night Race silently appear in my home!"

The Fortress of the Morning Wind was shrouded with a layer of Void Realm. Despite the aggressive attacks from the Night Race, they never ventured into the Fortress of the Morning Wind's interior; but now, the Night Race not only breached inside but silently spread poison.

Palmer was aware of the recent dangers in the Wind Source Highlands, so he was always highly vigilant when going out. Yet, he never imagined that the place he assumed most secure, the Fortress of the Morning Wind, would be conquered.

The feeling was akin to just stepping out of the Order Bureau's office, meeting a group of King's Secret Sword right in front of you.

After relentless complaints, Palmer's heart was filled with intense rage; clearly, he was home for vacation, yet he was beset by layer upon layer of trouble.

"Information!"

Bologue, sparing words like gold, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid crawled along his body, forming a sturdy and lightweight scale armor.

"Tier is at least Prayer Believers; the Secret Energy is suspected to be compounded through the Illusion Creation School and Void Spirit School, creating toxin-filled mist."

Through the brief and terrible ordeal, Palmer managed to grasp some of Zefirin's power.

"The specific negative states are hallucination, fainting, paralysis, and enhanced senses, but mostly pain enhancement!"

As Palmer spoke, pain akin to a twisting knife emanated from his abdomen; he couldn't fathom how he could be stabbed at home, yet given it was at home, he nearly threw caution to the wind.

"I was invaded by toxins in my sleep... I wouldn't make such foolish mistakes, but I didn't notice anything unusual."

Bologue understood Palmer's implication, "The opponent is adept at Ethereal Concealment, correct?"

Using Ethereal Concealment could make their Ether reactions nearly non-existent; Zefirin, like a cunning venomous snake, first silently expanded her toxins, paralyzing Palmer, then allowed the toxins' negative states to reflect on Palmer one by one, engaging in a vicious cycle.

When Palmer noticed the abnormalities in his body, he had already succumbed to paralysis, struggling to muster any strength to resist.

"By the way," Palmer added, "The toxin is suspected to corrode Ether, destroying Rectangular Soul Critical... this should be her Secret Energy's main power."

Palmer himself wasn't entirely sure; though he could still speak, his mind was swarmed with various negative states, impairing his judgment.

During the toxin's seepage, Palmer's Ether was gradually corroded, and the Rectangular Soul Critical was riddled with holes, exacerbating the toxins' impact on him.

Destroying Rectangular Soul Critical sounds terrifying, but Palmer felt it shouldn't be an issue for Bologue; such destruction only erupts when the toxins accumulate significantly.

The reason Zefirin could destroy Palmer's Rectangular Soul Critical was simply because he was incapacitated, akin to a dying patient force-fed several liters of poison.

Bologue wouldn't give Zefirin the opportunity to accumulate toxins.

After Palmer finished speaking, Bologue lightly stomped his foot and responded, "Come find me when you recover."

In the next moment, under the command of the Flame of the Cauldron, Palmer's location began to shift, the floor collapsing to the next level, accompanied by startled cries, Palmer swiftly exited the battlefield.

Having moved the hindrance aside, Bologue stretched his body, muscles flexing, the Alchemy Matrix gleaming with brilliance, Ethereal Amplification fully enveloping his body, his gestures carrying a powerful sensation.

With events unfolding suddenly, others might panic, but Bologue was different.

As a Field Staff with professional expertise, Bologue always required himself to be ready for emergencies, regardless of the circumstances.

If encountering a fierce enemy in the restroom, he'd smash their head on the sink; in a restaurant, he'd slice open their throat with a dinner knife; in a bar, he'd smash a bottle and pierce their heart with the shards...

This wasn't a joke; a year ago... oh, no, roughly calculating, it should be counted as two years ago. During his post-release internship life, Bologue employed various eye-catching methods to deal with the Demons lurking within human society.

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