Brilliant bursts of radiation and fireworks blossod all over the vacuum, as Governor Bablushka’s chanical legion struggled to advance under the onslaught of violent spells.
Governor Bablushka’s face grew increasingly grim.
There was a significant disparity in their strength. Balkmon seed utterly unaffected by the distortion curse upon him, instead unleashing forbidden magic wantonly, even enhancing his body and speed, transforming into a teor that freely collided through Bablushka’s endless sea of machinery.
Attempting to crush the opponent with numbers, then Balkmon would repeat his old trick, grabbing a planet directly to use as a shield and weapon, hurling it straight at Bablushka.
Pure pragmatism.
Balkmon despised complex incantations and didn’t care about triggering chain reactions through precise calculations. He only believed in his pure magic and fists.
If one punch didn’t knock the opponent down, he would enchant it and punch again. If one enchantnt wasn’t enough, he would stack it a million tis with the Giant Strength spell.
If a million tis wasn’t enough, he would repeat it a million more!
"Wahahahahaha! Bablushka! What are you retreating from?!"
Balkmon’s evil laughter echoed through the starry sky. He stood atop a hundred-ter-high robot, his foot smashing through the enemy’s power core, letting the nuclear explosion’s blaze burst forth—indifferent.
The distortion curse upon him would devour all of it, but the more he wielded his power this way, the more terrifying the aura from the distortion beca.
Governor Bablushka couldn’t help but say:
"Balkmon—using Kappa Rank power so recklessly, aren’t you afraid of being consud by the Border Abyss’ curse?"
"Consud? Just re death!"
Balkmon was utterly unconcerned about the curse on him; the distortion curse had twisted his thoughts and personality. He grinned cruelly, revealing a crazed, savage smile:
"Hohahaha! So what, everyone is born to die! Either in squalor or on the battlefield."
The twisted will plunged Balkmon into an endless frenzy. He was so excited that he even wanted to kill himself, only to fight his way out of Hell again.
"My life, a curse shall not end it!"
Balkmon raised his hand and slowly drew out a magic wand from the void. The wand was remarkably long, and the purple crystal at its tip, also influenced by the distortion, emitted claw-shaped beams of twisted light.
"Co on, Bablushka, show your curse as well!"
He laughed cruelly, his skin taking on a porcelain quality as he twisted the wand.
In the next mont, a sharp purple magic energy light blade sprang from the wand’s tip.
"So-called mages are martial masters skilled in using magical weapons to kill."
Bablushka remained silent.
The opponent had already activated his magical weapon and cared nothing for the curse. If Bablushka hesitated any longer, it wouldn’t just be a matter of winning or losing.
But whether he could even make it back alive.
"Mother of the Night, bestow Your grace upon , bless my path forward without hindrance."
He spread his hands, summoning a vast Holy Arsenal Legion from subspace. These intelligent chanical beings, blessed by deities, clad in white robes, knelt on one knee, praying in incense and chanting hymns in devotion.
Bablushka’s skin gradually took on a porcelain quality, his eyes exhaled golden fragnts, and golden feathers gathered like a storm, deconstructing countless fleets and war machines, drawing them towards him.
[chanical Deification]
"Mother of the Night, may Your kingdom co, may Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
Bablushka’s form was reconstructed into a colossal chanical colossus spanning thousands of kiloters. His entire body glead white like porcelain, inlaid with runes of the night moon, and the blue-purple radiation stream from his back stretched across the galaxy, like the wings of a magnificent butterfly; a simple sweep could annihilate half a star system.
However, his form was also twisted and terrifying, the sanctity of his religious aura distorted, making his figure bizarre, like a reflection in water, ever-threatening to be dragged into the abyss.
"The Starry Abyss always calls to us, tempting us to dive deep with blessings, yet cursing us so that we dare not leave. Even if we leave, we cannot exert our full strength; use it a few more tis, and we might be dragged down, never to leave again."
Balkmon, wielding his wand like a long sword, spoke leisurely:
"Governor Bablushka, you say, should we et on the Galactic Eye Battlefield or in the Border Abyss?"
"Arrogant fool, Hell is where you belong!"
Bablushka, transford into the chanical colossus, stretched out his gigantic hand in an instant, with every inch of his skin sprouting various types of turrets and weapons. The pious chanical monks sang hymns, blessing his artillery shells.
"Holy! Night Butterfly Shells, loaded by the hands of the Mother of the Night herself!"
"Holy! Sacred cannons hit their mark with precision, and the roar of vengeance is loud!"
"Holy! The missiles’ agility, guided to their target by the Mother of the Night!"
A dense barrage of rocket and plasma shells blanketed the stars in an instant, visible even from the Baizhu Star 3.4 light-years away, where the sparkling teor showers could be seen. The divine blessings imbued the weapons with mystical power, as the chanical slave labor tirelessly loaded them, their programming enslaved by religion. They worked fervently, fanatically, offering their chanical strength for Bablushka to squander at will.
[Automated Spellcasting]
[Connecting to the Mithra Network: Access Granted—Exceeding Spell Slot]
[Arcane Magic: Super Tier Rainbow Stream]
Balkmon narrowed his eyes, dragging his magical long sword through the incoming bombardnt with a nonchalant sweep.
The excess magic energy released by this strike would reach Azure Star in 460 years, where people then would struggle to counter the magical torrent spanning 460 light-years with close-in weapon systems and magnetic shields.
If they were lucky, they might even gain a large number of spellcasters from this magical torrent.
But that was for the future to discuss.
Because, this was rely the result of Balkmon’s first swing.
If Zeta Rank (6) deities to mortals were gods on earth.
Then Kappa Rank (10) were the deities of the Layer Abyss starry skies.
Those stronger than them fought in the lower Starry Abyss, while the older ones cowered in Narrative-Level Civilizations.
Only the Kappa Rank were the top-tier combatants in the Layer Abyss!
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Boom!
Li Aozi slamd Canyue’s face into the ground with overwhelming strength granted by the Bloodline, utterly dominating him.
As blue tendrils constantly siphoned information elents from him, Canyue’s originally calm face gradually grew cold.
"—What’s happening?"
He said coldly:
"My body’s information has already been processed into lower dinsions. As a three-dinsional being, it’s impossible for you to interpret one-dinsional information!"
Li Aozi did not respond; he continuously extracted gene information from Canyue. Canyue’s body contained many excellent designs, the culmination of years of improvents to implant gear, full of technological crystallizations.
Now, they all belonged to him.
[Super Gene Extraction Complete: You have gained 27 million gene fragnts]
[Your body has been completed, attributes increased.]
[Perpetual Love Hunting Activated]
[You have accumulated 91 points of Charm]
With a base Charm surpassing 300 points, along with a 30% bonus from Perpetual Love Hunting and the Divinity providing 180 points to the Main Attribute.
Li Aozi’s total Charm skyrocketed to 570 points!
At this point, the gap between Canyue and his Charm attribute quickly closed, and Li Aozi was no longer overwheld by Canyue’s Arcane Energy.
His mont to counterattack had finally arrived.
With 570 points of Charm, converted equally by the Bloodline into 570 points of Strength.
At this point, he needed no technique at all.
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