From within the ruins came a series of sounds, Zefirin pushed away the rubble pressing down on her, the scratches on her face healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Correspondingly, the crimson glow flickered incessantly, the deadly poison mist encircled her, and under the infusion of Ether, the pale red mist was covered with a layer of scarlet hue.

Raising the Chain Saw Scythe, Ether was injected into the Alchemy Armament, and the sharp toothed chain roared into motion. Zefirin glared furiously at the guy in front of her who had ruined her plans; she was ready to torture Bologue with the harshest punishment.

Bologue was not eager to attack, as if adhering to some kind of etiquette, allowing Zefirin to prepare herself. Meanwhile, Bologue slowly pulled out a grotesque and ugly mask from inside his jacket and fitted it to his face.

The deep sound of breathing, distorted by the Face of Horror, turned into the panting of a beast with a thirst for blood, accompanied by a terrifying sense of dread.

Fingers brushed over the sticky leather surface, and the tiny cracks could be clearly felt, like scars engraved on the Face of Horror.

In the final great melee during the time axis disorder event, the Undying Heart indiscriminately launched attacks against everyone, its gluttonous power wantonly devouring the essence of souls, thus destroying the reality of matter.

Even beings as strong as the Third Seat, whose Silver Knights also collapsed and were destroyed amidst the devouring. Bologue's Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was no exception, let alone the Face of Horror, which could not escape the influence of the Undying Heart.

The Undying Heart still had an irrevocable impact on the Face of Horror, leaving it full of cracks. The Face of Horror is a Contract Object, not an Alchemy Armament, the Sublimation Furnace Core also offers no suitable means for its repair.

At least it can still be used now.

Releasing the fearsome intent to kill, Bologue launched the attack first, igniting the battle.

The Flame of the Cauldron burned wildly, the scorching firelight almost instantly engulfing the surrounding battlefield, turning it into Bologue's domain.

Zefirin was still unaware of Bologue's Secret Energy, and in the brief hesitation she had, Bologue clenched his fist, causing the entire area to begin collapsing.

Bricks fell one by one, walls began to close in, quickly compressing Zefirin's living space. Since her Secret Energy belongs to the mind-influencing Void Spirit School, she lacks effective means to attack the physical.

Zefirin's movements revealed some panic; under Bologue's command, this area was like the mouth of a giant beast, trying to swallow Zefirin into its belly.

She swung the Chain Saw Scythe, violently breaking through several layers of walls, leaping toward a window on one side; as long as she escaped the building, Bologue's threat would be greatly reduced.

What Zefirin could think of, Bologue naturally could also think of, even faster than Zefirin.

Green flames burned between the window ledges, heavy bricks fell and quickly sealed all the windows. The entire building began to rapidly contract, constantly thickening and reinforcing.

Zefirin had nowhere to escape; her poison mist could paralyze Condensers, but couldn't affect dead matter.

Bologue surveyed the cage he had created, and for a moment he actually felt a bit nostalgic; it reminded him of his employment test battle with the Blade-Biting Wolf.

The Cultivation Room covered the building and sealed it, and now Bologue had managed to achieve something similar to the Cultivation Room's effect.

"Maintaining such a Command must consume a lot of Ether, right?"

Zefirin watched Bologue warily, knowing this was a Death Battle Arena. If she wanted to leave, she would have to find a way to defeat Bologue.

Bologue said airily, "Not really, enough to support until I deal with you."

With Bologue's refinement of the Flame of the Cauldron and precise Ether manipulation, maintaining such a Command had become a breeze for him.

This was different from conventional Command; conventional Commanding School Condensers inject their own Ether into matter, thus consuming massive amounts of Ether for control and distortion. But Bologue was different; he did not inject Ether into matter, but rather extended his own Alchemy Matrix, transforming them into a part of his body.

It could be said that now Bologue "ate" Zefirin.

Zefirin possessed Ethereal Concealment; she excelled at hiding her whereabouts, coupled with that eerie poison, and if this place wasn't sealed, she could easily escape Bologue's sight.

Bologue waved his hand lightly like an orchestra conductor; sharp spikes rose from beneath Zefirin. Zefirin had made some progress in Ethereal Perception, anticipating Bologue's Ether flow, thus successfully evading.

Spikes perpetually emerged from all directions, successive attacks plunging Zefirin into absolute passivity.

The Chain Saw Scythe emitted a roaring noise, and under Zefirin's vigorous swing, a storm of metal cutting was unleashed, cleaving, shattering all surrounding matter.

From afar, Bologue leisurely waved his hand, commanding the Commanding Matter.

In the Commanding Matter, Condensers often need to concentrate to give orders, but if they integrate orders into their movements, using actions to guide their consciousness, this can speed up order issuance and ease mental pressure—such as the physical actions Bologue was performing now.

At this moment, Bologue was not only teasing Zefirin but also observing this mysterious Night Race, probing whether she still possessed capabilities beyond intelligence estimates.

As for her Tier, Bologue had roughly figured it out; she should be a Prayer Believer like him.

Nevertheless, caution was warranted, as the opponent possessed an Undying Body like his own, and her Secret Energy might render Bologue powerless.

Bologue did not fear death, but he was somewhat wary of powerlessness.

As he pondered, scarlet light flickered, and Zefirin suddenly shifted her attack direction, charging straight toward Bologue. The Chain Saw Scythe scraped against the ground, sparking and roaring while carving a deep furrow.

While Bologue was observing Zefirin, she was also observing him. She realized Bologue always maintained distance, attacking her with long-range Commanding Matter. Instead of wasting energy evading, she might as well close in to kill Bologue.

The roaring Chain Saw Scythe came down headfirst, it was a lethal moment, and Zefirin noticed that a hint of... delight? flashed in Bologue's eyes.

Before she could delve deeper into thought, silver flashes danced and iron branches sprang up densely, supporting the descending Chain Saw Scythe. Afterward, a slender long sword protruded among them, stabbing toward Zefirin.

Zefirin released one hand and, relying on sturdy Hand Armor, caught the long sword, deflecting the strike.

"I... I've got you!"

Simultaneously with Zefirin's low roar, a large amount of poison mist spread out, corroding Bologue's body. It not only brought physical pain, but even the Alchemy Matrix flickered urgently, like a machine under load collapse.

The chain saw turned, and amidst the fierce sparks, sawed through countless iron branches, plummeting down. Bologue also summoned Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, snakes entwining Zefirin like thorns on a body.

Both abandoned defense, confronting head-on.

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