Chapter 183 - Ugly Meeting (2/2)
”Geh.” Gooey dark substances were dripping from her mouth. ”What a cowardly way to attack an adversary.”
”All is fair and love when it comes to war, my brother.”
The moment a second had passed, another three portals of the same kind with the one that replicated Cyanotype's tendrils were summoned in different angles.
Without being able to close both of her eyes to hide, she merely accepted her own fate as her vessel got mangled.
”Ah.” An unimpressed look appeared on the man's face. ”I thought the battle will be more of something greater, something grandeur, something, impeccable! But what do I get? Disappointment, truly, a disappointment.”
As the core within the Ouroboros' Occult Domain started to crack, the inkish aura from the Nerull's Bane Symbols Pill began to shroud the wound, filling it with everything that it had.
Combined with the One For All Bestower, the Occult Core appeared to show an illustration of yin and yang, unleashing a huge amount of energy before unleashing a mild supernova of the dark creed from those who despise everything associated with death.
It was sending an equal amount of subconscious energy back to Nerull's Bane, empowering both of the orbiting pills as they were already in the state of equilibrium with each other.
A grin could be seen from the beast in the yellow.
[A branch has been discovered!]
[ {The Yellow Sign} ]
| \\\\ \\\\ > Cassilda's Song {S+} ]
| | > The Repairer Of Reputation {S+} ]
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[The Repairer Of Reputation: When the effort to change was overthrown by the will to acquire greatness. Those who sought certainty upon the path laid by the mechanical hands would be corrupted as their reasoning couldn't be comprehended anymore. Conspiracy were told, kingdom have been marked in bold, rotten beyond belief_
[These corruption that were done to anybody within the field of influence from the Mark of Madness would be converted into a driving force for the Occult Beast to live. By consuming the misfortune one owns or its victims within the same World Line or Reality, the Occult Beast could negate any damage by repairing them using the tears of denial.]
Cyanotype was filled by the influence of Nerull's Bane. The aura traveled to the hostile invader of her body, burning the tendrils and portals into nothingness. The gold geometric patterns surrounding her were eventually consumed by the same black fire as well, unleashing the epitome of corruptor once again.
”Excellent!” Yaksha Tivra applauded, shedding a happy tear after witnessing the miracle that unfolded in front of him. ”You truly are! The most! Precious!”
Unbeknownst to the people within the strange cosmic room. A crack began to appear, shedding the layers of protection on the outside and the inside with sheer force.
A dark orb then pierced from the ceiling on the corner of the room, creating a tunnel while the remaining wall near it got decimated by an unholy amount of three cubic objects that was infused with devouring radiation.
Before the Beholder could even glance at its back, the very same dark orb was launched at it from above, exploding the giant otherworldly retina into a mushy slime that was scattered throughout the room.
More reflector orbs were bombarded against the special room of Yaksha Tivra. One of them landed on the giant crystal orb and shattered it into pieces.
”WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!”
The ceiling began to collapse, revealing the platform to blend with the darkness of the vacuum of space. Like an Angel that descended from the sky, the real Ouroboros revealed herself with a long spear on her grip, attached with a mini COPID7734 at the end.
Her voice boomed into the scene, ”Brother, you say?” MF blasted a sharp projectile at Yaksha Tivra's eye staff, turning it into a slimey mess. ”It's been a while since I met with an Ancient Origis, show me your codename.”
Looking at the vision from the orb didn't gave him a clear aura that the Ouroboros portrayed. Not only that it led to a misinformation, but also an unrepairable mistake.
At that moment, Yaksha Tivra realized that there were two Ouroboros all along, but the one that was floating with ominous wings in the sky—he definitely didn't want to mess with it.
Unlike from the vision on the orb, In that man's eyes at this very moment, the Ouroboros was a mashed abomination of everything. Every race, every life form, whether it was a Deity, an Angel, a Calamity, everything was condensed into one living catastrophe that could destroy the entire world with a lift of a finger.
”Main-Fabled Experimentation, 18th child of the Zero Generation. I'm MFX180.” Yaksha Tivra became weak, and slowly placed both of his knees to the ground, with both hands in the air. Despite the sheer amount of pressure that made him kneeled, he maintained his manic grin.. ”I finally found you, brother.”