Endless Debt

Something has happened, it’s brewing and growing in the shadows, like a tender sprout pushing through heavy stones, breaking through the earth until nothing can hide its existence.

"An invitation from the Ancestral Council?"

Holt muttered to himself, not immediately responding to the Spirit Duke’s invitation, his gaze resting on the Supreme Hub. As they spoke, several more high towers dimmed, the expanding Aurora Path further retracting, merging into the central giant tower, its radiant light swirling around like colorful flames.

"I think, this is the Duke of Origin."

Holt’s gaze moved past the yellow-robed Spirit Duke to the white-robed Duke approaching slowly, his previously relaxed expression tightening just a bit.

The All Secrets Order is composed of many Extraordinary Clans, predominantly represented by the Four Great Clans led by the four dukes, who control the majority of resources and power within the Order, thereby occupying most seats in the Ancestral Council.

Among the four dukes, an Order Officer is selected, who eventually rises to become a Legislator. In this promotion system, every Legislator in the Ancestral Council is a very powerful High Tier Condenser. They unite with a concept-level Ultimate Condenser formed by these numerous Legislators, their interests surpassing their families and the All Secrets Order.

To conventional forces, they are a formidable power that cannot be ignored, but to the Order Bureau, they are but a bunch of eternally old individuals with mere power.

Holt is not afraid of the Legislators, even if they are Seekers of Glory and Defenders; however, the Alchemy Matrix they possess is too old, only brimming with power, yet unable to utilize it perfectly.

Except for him, this Duke of Origin.

According to the Order Bureau’s intelligence, among the current four dukes, only the Duke of Origin has reached the rank of Seeker of Glory, and he is the only one in the All Secrets Order to have ascended to this rank within nearly thirty years.

Unlike those ancient relics, this white-robed Duke of Origin is a rival Holt must face, not to mention, Holt also noticed, at this moment, he is adorned with threads of Aurora, much like the Spirit Duke.

"I guess... I guess our deputy director should be there, engaged in a fierce battle with your people?"

Holt raised his hand, pointing towards the Supreme Hub, where a vast amount of Aurora enveloped it, rendering the grand city of the Land of Secrets near a standstill.

"Very strange, the deputy director is not someone to be trifled with. Using some old Seekers of Glory won’t be able to kill him, someone like you should be restraining him instead," Holt looked at the Duke of Origin in puzzlement. "Why are you, on the contrary, suppressing us?"

The Duke of Origin remained silent, only keeping his hand raised, a terrifying suffocating pressure enveloping every staff member, like a large hand gripping their throats.

True to his title, the Duke of Origin specializes in the Origin School, and his inclination, like Bologue’s, targets the infinitesimal sharpness in Secret Energy changes.

Ether converged in his hand, transforming into a pulsating, incandescent white thunder. As the Ether tightened, this mass of thunder gradually solidified into a dazzling Ethereal Blade.

Ether in the surrounding environment began to escape, along with invisible shackles descending upon the staff, sealing their Alchemy Matrix.

Silence and Prohibition, forged into the most rigorous Ethereal Seal.

Under the pressure of a Seeker of Glory, apart from Holt, the other Negative Power Users and Prayer Believers all lost control of Ether and Secret Energy, effectively rendered into feeble mortals.

"Team Leader..."

Evan spoke softly, even without his Extraordinary Power, his hand still rested on the hilt of his sword. With a single command from Holt, he would launch an attack on the visible enemy.

But Holt simply shook his head, stopping Evan’s action, then questioned the Duke of Origin, "That means, you have external aid, right? Someone strong enough to hold back, even suppress our deputy director, so the Ancestral Council has the resources to send both of you to solve us."

Taking action now is unwise, not to mention the Aurora Power surrounding the enemies. While the Duke of Origin is suppressing Holt and his people, the Spirit Duke is also watching cautiously from the side, his eyes emitting a slight glow. The moment Holt made eye contact with him, a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him, sapping his strength.

This is the standard formation for suppressing Condensers, conducting an Ethereal Seal while simultaneously exerting mental suppression. Although the Spirit Duke is merely a Defender, the enhancement from Aurora Power allows his Secret Energy from the Void Spirit School to paralyze everyone, except Holt, directly.

"Let me think, being able to confront the deputy director and causing you to oppose the Order Bureau," Holt continued probing, "is it truly the Night Race?"

"You talk too much."

The Spirit Duke stepped forward and unceremoniously punched Holt in the abdomen. Holt’s body bent slightly, yet he uttered not a single sound of pain, merely staring straight at his opponent.

"Count heads, take them away." The Spirit Duke instructed the attendants.

A crisp metallic sound resonated as the attendants pulled out prepared shackles, restraining each staff member in place.

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