Chapter 52 - A Giant Armored-Skeleton From The Sky! (1/2)
Most of the heinous anchored tentacles on the ground have been amputated. 70% of the mass of Anvriel's ugly form had been devoured by Damascus' artifact. If fortune was on their side, the fight would end instantly.
'Just another push!'
Because Damascus didn't use any kind of protection until now, MF's role in the offensive unit was to manipulate the aggro and to clear the path for the scimitar of the seven deadly sins to rend the massive lump of flesh into a carcass.
MF had been holding the stinging feeling on her soul for quite a while now. Both of her orbiting pills were too distracting for MF to commence the most effective moves.
Until those pills collided.
”URGH!?”
She lost her focus for a second as one of the sky shredder's projectiles managed to land a blow on her left stomach. Thanks to the armor that Tuli designed, it only dealt minimal damage and the armor immediately regenerated itself.
But MF lost her momentum, Damascus immediately retreated after seeing the attack that almost hit her because it wasn't manipulated by MF. She was outside of her effective attack range and the pace of the destruction was slowing down because of it.
The 'Overshadowed Rebellion' and 'Revenant Berserker' pills had fused into 'Nerull's Bane'. Massive amounts of subconscious energy from her soul surged in and out through every crevice of her body.
MF was immediately paralyzed for a moment. The abrupt absence of control on her supersonic speed resulted in a devastating crash against the ground. It was a close call but she immediately soared to support Damascus afterward as if nothing had happened. In fact, she felt better than before.
Every inch of her body was encompassed with an ink-like vague substance that almost seemed like it was generated from her whole physical vessel, trailing a visibly dark-scrapped long stroke as if the sky was tampered with by a painter with MF as the brush.
The energy complemented well with her dense amount of 'void'. It acted like a Pseudo Golden Orb where it nourished the converted and stored mana from its Mana Reactor with an abyssal-black color, increasing the density and energy emitted by 10 times the amount.
MF expressed a confused grin as she concentrated her rocket wing's propulsion. The emissions from the thrusters also became black. It took a while for MF to notice what happened in the short span of time.
'What's with this timing!?'
The full picture of the hidden benefits from Nerull's Bane pill were still left uncovered, but if she was about to put more effort into analyzing it than trying to regain back the destructive pace of her and Damascus' assault, then Damascus would be forced to stay out of reach to keep herself alive.
And giving a second for the Angel to take a breath was one of the worst scenarios within this critical operation.
Even though MF had raised the bar by also contributing to the destruction dealt with, the broken pace had resulted in an unfixable rate of escalating regeneration.