Online Game: I Started with Max Charisma and Caught the Goddess's Eye Chapter 437: Interlinked Battlefields

Faced with the undeniable truth that her power was rapidly declining, Zenobia had no choice but to abandon her previous plans.

She was done toying with Luca.

Now, she had made up her mind—to eliminate Luca and the others while she still possessed enough strength to do so.

"I've had enough fun. Ti to send you all to hell!"

Zenobia let out a furious roar.

In response, the chaotic energy within the pocket world surged rapidly toward her, flooding into her body.

She revealed her true form once again—a monstrous and terrifying serpent.

The serpent had seven heads. At the center was Zenobia's own head, while the other six belonged to various high-tier monsters, each grotesque and distinct in its own way.

At this point, Zenobia's power was utterly overwhelming.

Each of her strikes posed a massive threat to both Luca and Donlow.

But the two of them coordinated brilliantly.

Together, they constantly disrupted Zenobia's focus, interfering with her ability to aim or react effectively.

Under their relentless harassnt, Zenobia soon realized she couldn't bring them down as quickly as she had hoped.

The combination of her waning strength and the drawn-out stalemate began to wear her down emotionally.

The serpent's seven heads let out a series of bone-chilling shrieks.

An explosion of chaos beyond imagination twisted the surrounding space, and an endless cascade of curses erupted like a tidal wave.

In that instant, Luca reacted purely on instinct.

He hurled Starseeker directly at Zenobia, then turned and sprinted toward Donlow as fast as he could.

He had to get her out of there—imdiately.

The curse energy now engulfing the battlefield was nearly impossible to defend against. Anyone who remained in the area for more than five seconds would be killed outright.

Donlow, caught off guard by the sudden shift, couldn't react right away.

By the ti Luca had grabbed her hand and pulled her several hundred ters from the blast zone, she finally registered the situation—and was gripped by overwhelming fear.

She understood perfectly: if Luca hadn't acted when he did, she would already be dead.

Snapping back to awareness, Donlow began scanning their surroundings carefully.

Though they had escaped the core of the blast just in ti, they were far from safe—Zenobia was chasing them down relentlessly.

"So this is how you plan to defeat ? By running away?" Zenobia sneered from behind them. "Co on, stop running. Let's finish this—one final battle to the death!"

Zenobia's voice ca from behind them.

Unlike before, her voice was no longer twisted and terrifying. On the contrary, it now carried a dangerously alluring tone—an intoxicating, seductive corruption that was nearly impossible to resist.

The mont Donlow heard it, her body reacted instinctively—she almost stopped in her tracks.

But right then, Luca's voice reached her ears.

"Stay focused. Don't let Zenobia get inside your head. If you can't block out her charm-based skills, then just cover your ears. I'm not letting go of you."

The instant she heard his words, Donlow turned to look at Luca.

In that mont, his image in her heart grew even taller, more heroic.

There was only one thought swirling in her mind now—Luca really does care about .

A faint, shy smile surfaced on Donlow's face. Without hesitation, she quickly followed Luca's advice.

Once she plugged her ears, Zenobia's seductive spell lost its effect.

And so, Luca and Donlow continued their desperate escape, with Zenobia relentlessly pursuing them from behind.

Their speeds were evenly matched—this chase wouldn't end anyti soon.

Near the ruins of the stadium,

Councilor Devitt, who had been on the verge of losing consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

After taking two deep breaths, he cautiously scanned his surroundings.

At the very least, the chaotic energy nearby had subsided to a tolerable level.

Finally, he was able to start drawing the chaotic energy back into his body.

A few minutes later, his condition had mostly stabilized, and he was able to move freely once again.

"I need to get the hell out of here! Luca, Nova, and Donlow are all unbelievably strong… and Zenobia—she's a complete and utter lunatic!"

Devitt spoke in a panicked voice.

He began using the lingering traces of chaotic energy to guide his way out.

By analyzing the concentration of the chaos energy around him, he quickly realized that the overwhelming majority of it was converging toward the center of the pocket dinsion—undeniably the location of Zenobia herself.

But apart from that, he also noticed a trickle of chaotic energy leaking out through a rift.

After a brief mont of thought, Devitt made a sharp, instinctive judgnt:

that rift was the only possible exit from this dinsion.

"No matter what caused that rift to form, I have to check it out. I'm running out of ti. Whether it's Zenobia or Luca who wins this fight—neither of them will let live."

Senator Devitt was acutely aware of his own predicant.

He had originally placed all his hopes on the alliance with Zenobia, believing it would permanently rid him of all his troubles.

But judging by the current situation, it was clear he had miscalculated—badly.

Given the circumstances, the most rational course of action was to distance himself from those overwhelmingly powerful beings.

Finding a safe place to hide once again was the only reasonable option.

After more than ten minutes, Senator Devitt finally reached the edge of the rift.

Peering through it, he observed the outside world.

What he saw only heightened his anxiety.

"There are so many powerful figures gathered outside the rift… Why are they here? Their response ti is far too fast!"

Devitt had ntally prepared himself for the possibility that humanity's top-tier fighters might eventually uncover their plan.

But no matter how he looked at it, he hadn't expected them to act this quickly.

With a furrowed brow, he began pacing back and forth, deep in thought.

He was debating whether or not to leave through the rift right now.

As ti passed, the rift would only grow larger.

And once it expanded to a certain point, those human-world elites would definitely catch on.

If that happened, Devitt might not have any chance of escaping at all.

At last, he ca to a halt.

"I have to gamble now! Things are already spiraling out of control—if I keep hesitating, I'm dead for sure!"

With his resolve steeled, Senator Devitt took a step forward.

But in that very mont, the rift suddenly expanded outward in a violent surge.

Countless fine cracks wove themselves together.

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic barrier collapsed.

The boundary between the pocket dinsion and the real world was completely shattered!

Devitt abruptly ca face to face with the mbers of Morning Star.

The sudden encounter caught both sides off guard—but they both reacted almost instantly.

Without a mont's hesitation, Senator Devitt bolted through the rift.

He intended to use the confusion to make a quick escape before the Morning Star mbers could react.

But that plan fell apart imdiately.

Fuzzsir swung his skeletal staff, summoning a horde of wraiths that instantly slowed Devitt's movents to a crawl.

Evelyn followed up with a spatial spell, locking Devitt down even further.

Although the Eastern Territory Morning Star and the Northern Territory Morning Star had just been locked in a fierce internal clash, both sides were still able to unite when faced with their common enemy—Senator Devitt.

With the collapse of the chaotic barrier, Drumph's face lit up with joy.

"Donlow, hang in there! I'm coming to save you right now!"

He no longer had any intention of bickering with Zovland.

After the initial surge of excitent, he quickly cald himself.

In a rare show of initiative, he approached Zovland directly.

"This isn't the ti to be stubborn. The chaotic barrier has already been broken. What we need now is full cooperation—to wipe out the enemy who once attacked the Imperial Capital."

Zovland eyed him warily.

After hearing Drumph's words, he responded coldly with a rhetorical question:

"And who exactly is that enemy who attacked the Imperial Capital? That demonic woman?"

"That's right! She's currently fighting Luca and the others!"

Drumph answered without hesitation.

"I know your relationship with is far from friendly—and that you've had conflicts with Luca in the past.

But at the end of the day, we are all mbers of the Human Federation.

And as a part of Morning Star, it is your duty to eliminate monsters like her."

Drumph's words were impeccably diplomatic.

Zovland remained silent for a few monts, then slowly gave a nod.

"I'm not doing this for you.

I'm rely fulfilling my responsibility as a Morning Star operative."

With that, he turned and led his subordinates forward without another glance.

Drumph, anwhile, turned to Silas and lania.

"You two—one of you is too weak, the other not in proper condition. I won't allow you to take part in the next phase of the operation.

You'll stay here and guard the monster we just captured."

Silas and lania didn't object.

They were well aware of their own limits, so they simply accepted the task of watching over Senator Devitt.

Drumph then rallied his remaining forces and pursued Zovland.

As more and more Morning Star mbers poured into the pocket dinsion, the chaotic energy within it weakened significantly.

Zenobia could feel her power draining rapidly.

She realized she had no choice but to risk everything in a final gamble.

Still chasing after Luca and Donlow, she transford herself entirely into pure chaotic energy.

In this form of concentrated energy, Zenobia's movent speed skyrocketed.

An endless wave of chaotic force enveloped both Donlow and Luca.

In the next instant, Zenobia's phantom figure materialized directly ahead of them.

"The cat-and-mouse ga is over! Show everything you've got—this will be your final battle," Zenobia said, her voice cold and sinister.

Luca and Donlow were already fully prepared for the fight.

They didn't respond with words—only t her gaze with an equally icy stare.

Both sides seed to be waiting for the perfect mont to strike.

The battlefield fell into a tense silence.

Then, all at once—

They launched their attacks simultaneously!