The beast's heart throbbed violently.
Seraphina felt an intense ache in her coccyx, the crown of her head, and throughout her entire skeleton.
This peculiar sensation had occurred twice before: once during a confrontation with Evora in the Alchemy Association's workshop, and again when facing Tyrus's trial under a mountainous pressure.
Both tis, Seraphina had been on the brink of despair, facing insurmountable foes. In those monts… what filled her heart?
A powerful self, capable of vanquishing and devouring her enemies.
Crack, crack, crack—
In the seventh second, Evora's spatial barrier resisting the empress's overwhelming blood flas was incinerated within three seconds. Amidst the empress's madness, indiscriminate destruction was imminent.
Simultaneously, the blood flas scorching Seraphina had reached her head, burning half of her delicate face to bone-chilling white bone. Stay tuned for updates on empire
Yet, inexplicably, the spread of the blood flas… slowed, and Seraphina's body underwent an incomprehensible transformation amidst strange cracking sounds!
Her height, already at 1.85 ters, surged to 2.2 ters as her bones extended. Her physique beca more elongated and robust, with muscles sculpted to perfection, unmarred by the flas.
Two furry wolf ears erged from her head, and a fluffy tail sprouted from her coccyx?
Her eyes transford into serpentine slits, and her tongue beca a… slender forked snake tongue?
In an instant, Seraphina morphed into a bizarre creature, neither entirely wolf nor snake.
Ephesande was stunned, and two seconds passed swiftly. Given her contact with the Flafeast fire, she should have been reduced to ashes in a blink!
"Why aren't you dead, Flalle... Flalle!!"
In the eighth second, amidst Ephesande's furious roar, the blood flas ceased to burn. No, no…they didn't stop; they simply couldn't burn any further!
Seraphina's face was half intact, half skeletal, with the Flafeast fire perpetually attempting to burn further but unable to advance even a fraction.
The young beast king, seemingly in a new realm, grinned nacingly with her skeletal visage.
She had absorbed the projection power of Hydral's true form and raised her fist.
In the ninth second, the light around Seraphina dimd, on the verge of extinguishing. Ephesande, disregarding everything else, focused all his power on killing Seraphina, or more precisely… eradicating Flalle's power.
The Flafeast fire, which could disintegrate everything, and the gravity that could distort ti itself, erupted in ultimate destruction. Everything and every concept around Seraphina, air, space-ti, elents, matter—was annihilated into nothingness, as if a pure "void" of nothingness was carved out of the world.
Yet, that light still shone in this dire situation. The barrier, having endured for so long, seed about to deplete, and Ephesande, temporarily suppressed, was not at her peak. The amulet's power, weakened by Flalle's decline, had also diminished significantly.
"Well done." A cold female voice suddenly whispered in Seraphina's ear, "Ansel's choice of you was correct."
A vast stream of iron-gray particles swiftly surrounded Seraphina, to fill her…no, not to fill, but to bear the destruction for her!
However, Seraphina couldn't hear this voice; at this mont, her mind was void of anything else.
She only wanted to smash her fist into the face of this so-called "divine being"... who was no different from a madman!
As the torrent of iron-gray particles perfectly shielded Seraphina from the empress's instant attack, the fist, carrying the wolf beast's wild ambition and brutality, reached Ephesande.
Seraphina, initially at a distance, suddenly crossed the space in an instant!
"All of you... damn mad."
Evora, her Etheric Armant already cracked, murmured softly.
She had just restrained Ephesande for three full seconds and provided her final assist to Seraphina, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Bang!
The sound of a fist landing squarely on a face echoed through the air.
This punch only caused Ephesande's head to tilt slightly.
Despite Seraphina's punch, which contained all her strength, landing on the divine being's face, it had little effect.
Yet, the dying wolf, now half a skeleton, still managed to show a mocking smile to the deity, as if to say—
"Do you even deserve… to be called a god?"
Ten seconds.
The iron demon ascended to the sky.
Seraphina was swept away by particles, disappearing from Ephesande's sight.
At the sa ti, Flalle's remaining energy shielded Seraphina, extinguishing the last remnants of the Flafeast fire.
However, her body did not recover quickly; after delivering that punch fully and delightly, her consciousness was nearly gone.
Did I... help Ansel?
Seraphina, who murmured to herself before her consciousness completely faded, heard a male and female voice.
"She... is remarkable," said the female voice.
"I know," the male voice responded gently, as Seraphina felt a hand on her uninjured cheek.
"She has always been the best."
With that, Seraphina, clinging to her last shred of consciousness, finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
She had crossed countless miles, treading carefully, afraid of making mistakes, but in the end, she had helped the one she cared for.
For Seraphina Marlowe, who had felt useless to Ansel for so long, who is violent, brute, self-centered, absolutely arrogant, but… loves Ansel so much, this was the happiest mont.
Now, Seraphina, having returned to her original size, breathed evenly.
Her injuries had healed with Ravenna's help, and she lay curled at Ansel's feet like a contented puppy.
Ravenna floated beside Ansel, a ring of the serpent on her right middle finger.
Unlike Seraphina's ring of strength, this serpent ring exuded a mysterious aura rather than a violent one.
"She was stunned by Seraphina's punch," Ravenna concluded succinctly.
Ansel smiled, "Any divine being would be stunned by a punch from a third-stage extraordinary, especially since… she was already on the brink of madness."
The petite scholar glanced at Seraphina, sleeping peacefully at Ansel's feet. Although Flalle's barrier was the main reason for their success, how many in this world could punch a divine being even with such protection?
At the last mont, the barrier was nearly failing, yet Seraphina still managed to land her punch on Ephesande's face.
"I now understand why you like her so much," Ravenna said as the serpent behind the chanical god suddenly surged skyward with an endless stream of particles, expanding rapidly, bigger and bigger!
The God from the Machine raised its hands, the serpent's tail falling into its palms, and with the continuous construction of Nidhoggur under various elents, a colossal sword hundreds of ters long was now held by the iron demon!
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