Chapter 182 - The Death Of The Black Turtle (1/2)

Many of the summoned mystical beasts have some teleportation or instant traveling method in some way that allowed them to directly confront their summoner's target head to head combat but got charred into a lump of coal with a hole instead.

Because apparently, it took more than just a lump of flesh and armor to stop an accelerating Pseudo-Angel with an extra propeller on her back.

”There were so many of them and too little speed to arrive at the designation.” MF gritted her teeth in discomfort. ”Cyanotype is probably struggling there as it's strangely taking a while.”

The rocket propeller between her skeleton-armed wings were connected with bio-material that MF could attach and detach without tampering with any of her Angel Form's structure.

With her gauntlet, she implanted an extra part of the rocket equipment with extra glands that produced more destructive blood at massive scale with every second passed.

Just as the Ouroboros glided the vacuum of space in supersonic speed, she was simultaneously deploying an army of gigantic impalers with the bright hue of red that she poured on the space, tainting it with her blood.

”That ought to do it.”

Because it had also placed back the mana reactor upon the top of the propelling equipment as well. Or else, how would she be controlling and modifying the destructive blood that way. Although it was mostly unnecessary, getting an overkill was better than having less.

Each of the destructive blood was carrying the time-ticking mutagen each time a new batch got sprayed into the trail of the Ouroboros' path. They immediately formed into the ominous shape they got now with an extra nuclear-powered thruster on their back.

The flesh shredding of the cosmic beasts immediately began the moment they started to approach her instead of focusing on a massive salvo of range projectiles. Even knowing all of this the massive planetary turtle didn't care and kept sending more and more victims upon the blood stained constellation.

After realizing the field performance of her own fighting capability, MF was tempted to literally fight this planet-sized entity.

'It was a pointless fight statistically but it definitely allowed me to gauge my own firepower on whether I could really level up my fighting chance against those kinds of enemies in the future.' MF stared at the glowing and frowning eyes of the turtle that was visibly clear from her distance.

She replied to her own fun dilemma with a smile.

”Might as well leave this world a literal bang! I'm sure that Cyanotype is taking her time with whoever is behind this whole raid.”

Increasing her speed, she went further and beyond. The ballistic Ouroboros reached a velocity of forty times the speed of sound. Because there was no air friction in space, she accelerated even further knowing that she had no shortage of fuel with her trusty dark seed of creation around her palm.

”After calculating the effectiveness of my arsenal, I think this is the time to test the utility of the xeno-formation again.” She chuckled.

With the knowledge of the beyonder of the upper dimensions comprehension, she connected her wrists to stabilize her hand in the making of the xeno-material. As the catastrophe unfolded above her vision, she was comfy with her gaze focused on unraveling the pandora box once again.

Of course, she didn't have much time on uncovering new schematic of xeno-formation and those otherworldly material array allocation requirements for anything to work was a bit more strict than any concept available in this world.

And so, just like how she almost accidentally killed herself over a gravitational dense-as-hell orb with a reflecting capability—she brought the same reflector orb onto this realm and prepared herself to create another one for a different purpose.

The reflector orb was pointed to the front as MF used her own consciousness strings to push the object to indefinitely stay within her vision. Or else, it would stop like how it does against all kinds of gravity and deflect MF at a hundred times the speed of light to the opposite direction upon impact.

She was then ready to tweak the second reflector orb to have a dense gravitational orb. With her consciousness strings attached at the overly hazardous object like a western gunslinger with the gun on her hip, she aimed her direction to the location of the space turtle.

”This thing might make this whole realm unstable and I'm afraid that I can't undo anything when the deed is done.” The Ouroboros reluctantly grinned. ”Well, dirty deeds done dirt cheap. Couldn't have worded it a little better after calculating the consequences.”

But she forgot the most fundamental reality of them all.