Chapter 22 - Red Fabric (1/2)
By coating herself with the void in times of raid. MF was able to join the fray of Calamities as one of them. Unlike normal mortals, an excessive amount of 'void' interaction will transform them into a Corrupted Calamity, just like the poor Kashal back then on Tidal Citadel.
Foel and MF didn't have this problem. The gene schematic MF solely created allows both of them to inject as much 'void' as they want without succumbing to Calamity transformation.
'Absolute Void Tolerance'—was developed by MF for years before putting her hands on Calamity's gene. Only now has she updated Foel's tolerance into absolute so her wife can mingle with those monstrosities.
Nevertheless, this only worked because someone was controlling them within this raid, forcing the Calamities to work together. Outside of the raid, the Calamities would still attack them like Kaleya the great mane orc did in the swamp.
Even MF could feel the brainwashing force that was igniting their will to destroy Gaia Citadel. Although it doesn't affect them at all, only a low intellect Calamity was affected.
”So me and Foel could be categorized as an intelligent Calamity by now, how beautiful.”
After all, not many could detect a 'void' like Foel did except for their own physical vessel.
But for someone who was lazy to think, it would be their doom.
With the organic cannon intact on her right arm, MF decided to meet the honorable guest. ”I'll be coming for you~”
The Citadel forces were tremendously handicapped, MF doesn't need to stay anymore as it would only waste a time where she could use it for more important things. No sleep for the lazy, she then set a mental timer in her brain for half twenty minutes, a time where the Avalanche Bringer would appear.
Meanwhile, in the sky filled with chaos. Somewhere far from the frontline.
Like fireflies searching for warmth, Foel and Elon were already searching for ten minutes, dashing left and right above the ground to find nothing.
The magic-circuit formation device Foel bought on the market did an extracurricular job. She didn't think that it would be useful until a few days after it was bought. Truly, money is power and someone who says otherwise are ungrateful people.
'Like this lucky bastard.' Foel thought, trying to buy enough time for MF to prepare the banquet for Mr. Transmigrator to enjoy.
Unsureness filled Elon's heart, as he chewed his nail in distress while flying at five meters per second. ”Those two were always making trouble, where are they!?”
Foel estimated the end of the prep, 3 more minutes. She left a sign that only MF could notice outside of the concealment dome. The alarm thread she deployed was ringing in her mind.
'MF is in the dome.'
Sneering, the mutant showed her gnarly serrated teeth with her long tongue sticking out to add the shock factor. ”Girls, how is the hospitality my wife did? Is it satisfactory?”
”An intellectual Calamity!? Are you the one behind this raid!?” roared the red haired elk girl.
The dragonoid one began to sniffle and cry. Her mental fortitude struck a big disgust from the devil in front of them.