??Chapter 839: Chapter 570: Release “1-24 ‘Formless Mother'”!!!_3
Chapter 839: Chapter 570: Release “1-24 ‘Formless Mother'”!!!_3
Fortunately, aside from the strange speech, its negative effects were almost nonexistent at present.
At the sa ti, flas burned fiercely on Colin’s body, followed by “Repulsion” that he directly smashed out.
He had discovered that these Heretic Races were not so fearful of thods like “Space: Transposition.”
It was only in the face of the Fla Bearer’s fire, especially the flas created by the direct burning of “Fla Bearer’s Grease,” that they behaved as if they were encountering the “Red Moon’s” red light, avoiding contact if possible.
Unfortunately, Colin’s strength was insufficient, and he wasn’t able to ignite the sufficiently pure “Primordial Fire.”
Otherwise, the battle would not have been this difficult.
After igniting a large amount of flas and breaking through once again, Colin quickly found that nearly every possible foothold was awaited by these higher beings, ready to launch an attack…
‘Earth, it’s still too small,’ Colin couldn’t help thinking; even high-level Containnt Subjects, when restricted, could sense him almost anywhere in the world.
There were simply no places to hide…
And each encounter would erupt into a battle of earth-shattering proportions.
Majestic mountains stretching for miles collapsed, and the flat land was ripped open with bottomless pits.
Even if he used “Transposition” to enter so smaller worlds he had previously visited, Colin would quickly be detected and a multitude of higher beings would flood in.
If he was lucky and left early, those small worlds might be preserved.
If he was just a bit slower, these independent small worlds would likely shatter alongside everything else…
It was as if an undying pursuit were on him, with hardly a mont of respite.
Finally, after enduring for another period, Colin was once again surrounded.
At that mont, his body seed like flowing flas, and most conventional injuries could quickly heal, but even in such a state, many parts of his body were seriously wounded.
Blood flowed from wounds that could not heal; characters that couldn’t be wiped away clung to his skin like labels; dizzying piano sounds echoed in his mind, whispers in a peculiar tone…
The intense variety of attacks had made it difficult for him to move a step, and several tis he nearly fell from great heights.
However, fortunately, the aspect Colin was most worried about—the negative effects of the items—hadn’t erupted due to the accumulation of injuries.
This ant that the preparations made beforehand were sufficient.
Otherwise, at this point, any small thing could have been fatal.
Enduring the nurous serious injuries all over his body, Colin pulled out the Bone Spur, and as his thoughts turned, a terrifying and sinister anomaly burst forth from the tip of the Bone Spur with explosive speed.
This anomaly, that had been contained at the price of a Saint’s death, rapidly condensed into dark red clouds above Colin’s head upon its ergence.
Within it fell crimson Rainwater, filled with an unclean aura.
Everything that the Rainwater touched, no matter what it was, would feel unimaginable, horrific pain, as if the very genes of the order were being destroyed and disintegrated, and would rapidly be contaminated, corrupted, falling into madness and a heretical downfall!
‘The effect is a bit horrifying, but it’s a pity it’s not really a high-level Containnt Subject; it can’t hold for long.’
Colin saw that so figures were already braving the crimson rain curtain and assaulting!
The entity within Bone Spur indeed halted the enemy’s advance.
But it didn’t stop many.
“Still have to see if I can reach soone…”
Colin, while dealing with the enemy, sent signals to the beings he recognized as possibly able to help him, notifying them in his mind.
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