The swarm of serpents devoured Kronin’s innards and crawled out from the dense wounds on his body, returning to Bologue’s hand with heavy traces of blood.
Having dealt with Kronin, Bologue turned to look at Gold. The moment their eyes met, Gold made a decision. One towering tree after another rose, forming a high wall that separated the people.
Aimou retreated, leaning in front of Bologue, and the two merged into one. With the blessing of the Shared Chord Body, Bologue’s speed increased rapidly, and with a jump slash, he cut through the obstructing trees.
By the time Bologue broke through the trees, Gold had already turned to flee. He knew well that the difference in tier could no longer turn the battle around, and now avoiding the fight was the best solution.
Gold had barely taken a few steps when a piercing whistle sounded. Flying Knives brushed past Gold, creating bloody wounds one after another on his body.
"Where do you think you’re going!"
Palmer arrogantly shouted from the rooftop.
While Palmer intercepted Gold, Bologue also charged forward. Relying on the Arm of Adaptation’s grappling hook, Bologue sped through the streets, easily dodging the incoming branches.
At this moment, Bologue couldn’t help but marvel at Palmer’s peculiarity. Though he seemed to play no role in the battle, he somehow became effective at critical moments.
Gold was overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness; he had never encountered a foe as troublesome as Bologue.
Bologue reached the wall, picked up one Stone Spear after another, and hurled them at Gold with all his might. As a Condenser of the Illusion Creation school, Gold’s strong phase couldn’t last long. Once his Ether was depleted to a certain extent, Bologue could easily kill him.
The pursuit now reversed. Just as Bologue was about to throw the Phantom Dagger to close the distance between them, a chilling intent to kill descended upon the battlefield.
A bone-chilling coldness washed over Bologue’s heart and then dissipated. This killing intent was not directed at him but at Gold.
Gold also sensed the malice and immediately unfolded his Ethereal Kite Shield, but he still couldn’t evade the fatal attack.
A dark shadow silently appeared behind Gold. By the time he sensed the killing intent, the attack had already been completed.
A slender, black blade brushed over Gold’s body, two figures crossing paths like a dance. The dark wolf landed steadily, while Gold left a bright red trail in the air, falling to the ground like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
Gold lay on the ground, gazing at the sky. A scarlet bloodstain stretched across his neck, with blood gushing out. He raised his hand in a futile attempt to cover the wound, desperately trying to cling to life until his pupils dilated and faded into chaos.
The chase stopped. Bologue looked at the familiar figure and thought it must be the reinforcement Lebius had mentioned.
An ethereal blue glow rose between the armor of the Blade-Biting Wolf, which turned its head as if looking at Bologue.
A few minutes earlier.
Lebius stood on the aerial corridor, watching the makeshift Long Bridge being built continuously and the cars advancing rapidly on it.
As with previous times, the two groups acted separately, with Bologue going to find Aimou and Lebius delving into the Great Rift to confront the King’s Shield Guard.
Having gathered enough intelligence, both Bologue and Lebius were determined to end everything in this sixth Time Reversal.
For this reason, Lebius was not as impatient as before. He walked and stopped on the aerial corridor, as if looking for a good spot.
Lebius finally stopped at the edge of the wandering crossroads. He gently pressed a whistle and conversed with Yuriel.
"How are things at the Observation Tower?"
"Don’t rush! Don’t rush!"
Lebius didn’t hear Yuriel’s voice but another female voice. It had been so long since he’d heard it, Lebius didn’t recognize her at first.
After a brief thought, Lebius asked, "Hafsi?"
"Good morning, Lebius. It’s been a while, and you sure know how to stir things up."
Hafsi’s voice carried the warmth of an old acquaintance. Hearing her voice, Lebius felt much more at ease, knowing that with her present, there shouldn’t be any unexpected events.
"Just wait a moment, you’ve got so many things, we’re trying to pile them together."
Inside the Observation Tower, Hafsi was conversing with Lebius while directing others.
Beside Hafsi, many staff members were busy. They wore uniforms of various styles, but each bore a common emblem.
This is the logistics department of the Curved Path, also known externally as the Observation Tower, as for why it is called the Observation Tower...
Blinding light fell from above, and Hafsi moved into the shadows, avoiding the direct glare, looking in the direction from where the light descended.
Slender steel frames were stacked like a nest, covering everyone’s heads, with panes of glass set within them, through which one could clearly see the azure sky.
Deep blue hues filled the entire sky, gradually deepening into a profound navy blue, beneath which the blazing sun hung unshielded.
Most of the staff within the Order Bureau believed that it was a completely enclosed environment, with only a few exits communicating with the outside, lacking any so-called "windows."
They could never have imagined such a massive viewing structure atop the Order Bureau, reaching into the clouds.
The pure white Sea of Mist churned between the towering High Towers, cascading slowly forward, appearing as an isolated island amidst the world of pure white and blue.
Hafsi urged the others as heavy iron boxes were hauled along tracks and piled at the center of the Observation Tower.
This was a high platform similar to the Courtyard of Curved Path, etched with intricate Alchemy Matrices, which, viewed from above, amazingly matched the departmental emblem of the Vortex Gate.
Accordingly, this platform was also known as the Vortex Gate, though unlike regular gates, this gate was parallel to the ground. Follow current novels on NoveI[F]ire.net
The entire department began to operate, as the Ether concentrations climbed, more Ether condensed into tangible golden droplets, pouring into the crevices and gradually filling the Alchemy Matrix.
The high platform was encircled by massive frames, each bearing a concave mirror to focus light. As couriers piled goods on the platform, these light-concentrating frames began to activate as well.
They adjusted the angles of the light focus, converging numerous beams into one, the searing heat merged with the Ether, saturating every corner of the high platform until the goods were completely covered.
"Preparation complete."
"Begin search for field staff Lebius Lovisa’s location."
Light converged, rushing upward, constructing a burning monocular eye within the vast glass mirrors of the Observation Tower. Its gaze effortlessly pierced the Sea of Mist, tearing through the fog of the Great Rift, reaching the location of Lebius.
"Field staff Lebius Lovisa location confirmed."
"Inputting coordinates."
"Commence Curved Path Breakthrough."
One after another, commands were issued, amidst the glaring light, space began to distort, sharp and narrow lines turned curvy, crossing with large arc lines, the light repeatedly flickered and in a split second, extinguished.
The liquid Ether within the Vortex Gate was depleted, and the goods piled on the platform vanished.
Within the Great Rift, Lebius looked up, the violent Ether reaction rose above him, intense fluctuations twisted the surrounding space, and blinding flames continually erupted.
At the peak moment of the Ether’s arrival, a twisted black hole appeared out of nowhere, its existence lasted less than a few seconds before collapsing and vanishing.
Leaving behind iron coffins, suspended in mid-air.
The iron coffins lingered for a few seconds, then broke free from constraint, descending towards Lebius, just as they were about to plummet into the dense Sea of Mist within the Great Rift.
A piercing radiance emanated from Lebius’s eyes, the Alchemy Matrix spread across his body like luminous tattoos, waves of jarring vibrations expanded.
Ripples swept through the iron coffins, causing them to stir, as if the dead confined inside were about to return to the living world.
Harsh and raspy friction noises continued as the dead awakened, scraping the inside walls of the coffins until they shattered completely.
The iron coffins fragmented into countless pieces, an eerie blue light pursued dark figures, accompanied by howling winds, and in the once-empty aerial corridor, it was suddenly filled with people.
People forged of cold armor.
Lebius glanced at these familiar figures beside him, iron manes gently swayed in the wind, with an ominous blue glow beneath the ferocious wolf heads.
Lebius closed his eyes, the connection was established, and when he reopened them, the pack of wolves kicked up a gust and vanished from Lebius’s side, while in the distance, the resounding howls of wolves echoed.