Chapter 181 - Yaksha Tivra, The Timeless Primal Of Madness (1/2)
To increase her survival rate, MF created an attachable extension of a hyper-speed propelling rocket. She then transformed into her Angel Form and strapped the equipment onto her back and each of her limbs.
With a rush of adrenaline, the Ouroboros boosted herself at an insane speed faster than twenty times the speed of sound.
”You won't fight it~?” Cyanotype wafted near the Ouroboros like a grabbed balloon, matching the speed of the Pseudo-Angel at her utmost speed.
MF merely sneered. ”I'm not on drugs enough to take that thing head on without any plan or anti-planet weapon.”
The planetary turtle summoned numerous magic formations at various sides. Some of them were at the size of the continent, while some of them were at the size of an adult human.
All of them began summoning various mystical creatures at their respective formation size. The portal of myriad formation was shining in the darkness of the galactic night.
Those army of cosmic beasts began to howl in extreme killing intent. Not showing any reluctance to the Pseudo-Angel in the form of flaming meteorites rushing at the end of this whole realm, they fly and glide upon the low gravity of this space.
The giant turtle then winded up its attack in the form of a continent size energy ball on its open jaw. Together with the other mystical beasts, they rallied a destructive wall of barraging salvo in the form of numerous things that may or may not be able to destroy an entire continent.
”Imagine needing to call for reinforcement while your size is bigger than a literal planet~” Cyanotype shook her head. ”It seems like the galactic beast is more cowardly than it seems. It might be weaker than it seems too! Why don't we fight it head on~?”
”It seemed like the effects of the Red Thirst haven't worn off yet.” MF nervously smiled. ”I think I'll be giving you an exciting task in the meantime instead of seducing me to clash with that thing.”
”Ooh!” Cyanotype appeared on the upper edge of her master vision, beaming with exhalariation on her drooling face. ”What is it?”
”You can teleport, so why don't you try to intercept our marked target earlier and collect some fun information?” said Ouroboros as she dodged most of the projectile. Many of them were bigger than Domeniul Ceresc, but thankfully, MF was a professional pilot. ”I do recommend caution because there is no way that someone who's able to create this enormous realm can be that of a small fry.”
Cyanotype didn't listen to some of the details but she headbanged to show her sign of approval, instead of acknowledgement or agreement. ”I can summon a few more Boogeys to help me in case of tormenting—I mean, distraught! So don't worry, Meshia~”
MF smiled widely, not because she was relieved, but because she knew that it wouldn't turn out well. 'Well, I might as well let her have fun.'
Right before Cyanotype teleported herself to the destination, MF whispered something with a sadistic flair.
”I permitted you to use all of your blood supply.”
Cyanotype was surprised when she heard that, but it immediately turned into a lavish joy knowing that her master had acknowledged her action.
”Everything will dry, in Red Carcosa~”
Following the frame of bloodlust of the Occult Beast, she immediately seeped herself into the darkness.
The power within Cyanotype inhuman capability of vast teleportation was actually more of a consciousness ingraining more than a mass or material instant travelling. Cyanotype was not a materialistic entity to begin with, her sole existence was in the form of metaphysical manifestation of her Occult Core.
Within the space beneath the dark that was without any hint of direction, Cyanotype could channel herself to every darkness within the realm of reality that she was in.
By only having the information of where she needed to be, she then projected her own perception upon those places that had a darkness in its vicinity.
Her existence itself was not actually ingrained within the reality she was in. Hence why she was able to choose whether she could manifest herself or not by her own will. This kind of concealment transcends reality itself and it couldn't be reversed or detected by any means.
It might sound extremely overwhelming but the extension of her reality interference was mostly limited. To be exact, her main power aside from being the manifestation of madness was actually a self-existence manipulation, not as big of a concept as reality manipulation.
Upon her vision full of bloodlust, she beheld a tremendous ascending platform with a gigantic orb at the top. Moving through the crevice of shade, she found herself watching a strange man spectating on a vision on the giant orb inside an enormous room.