Chapter 745 Power of Legends (2/2)

In the sharp spiritual rumble dragged in the distorted dimensions, the surface of the Black Fog's main body rolled by layers. Innumerable geometrical shapes formed or transformed, turning into gears, conduits and translucent steel constructs, working in a very complex formula. That formula was completely different from the machines that humans were familiar with, ignoring even the mental logic of intelligent beings on the surface. Still, in truth, it was the Black Fog's distortion of spatiality that made it appeared that they were in separate places, when within each of their bodies were a singular form.

At the moment, the Black Fog appeared to be a living, evil, grotesque and aberrative giant machine god. Its thirteen tentacles were shrinking ceaselessly as if intending to kill all thirteen Legends at once, but it could never achieve that end: the tips of the thirteen tentacles were glinting in lights of different colors and brightness.

When Joshua stepped out of the dimensional maze and escaped the fifteen hundred million degrees incineration, various scenes greeted him:

The elderly pontiff stepped out in a relaxed manner from endless light; the flame hotter than a star's core had merely cleared the dust on his clothes. Behind him were incalculable light bubbles of seven colors. They expanded, shrank, fused, split, pranced and rolled as if alive. Under its shine, one of the main body's tentacles was disintegrating from an attack out of nowhere, crumbling like a shattered iceberg.

Wiping away cold sweat from his brow, Nostradamus was leaving the dimensional rift. He had never been caught by the Black Fog's dimensional maze, and had instead directly found a rift and walked away from the broiling space. Still, he did no damage to the main body, just as the opponent did not hurt him.

After that was the Murloc Hight Priest. However, Godard resembled no murloc at all—its body was completely transparent, immune to all light and heat. Having completely mastered the ability to evolve and devolve, Godard had changed itself into a unique lifeform which could not be hurt by extreme heat, which instead only supplied it energy.

The others were escaping as well: the Sword Saint broke the maze with a single swing of his blade—part of his hair burnt but he appeared leisurely otherwise. Barnil had cast runes to convert himself into a plasma being, walking out just as William, who had turned himself into a pure spiritual body that ignored all energy entity shift did.

Stanley and the Nature's Magister were right behind them—the Psionic Monarch had activated a teleportation shield, the pure heat and dimensional shift hence unable to affect him in Psionic Space.

The Nature's Magister, on the other hand, was relatively ragged. She had materialized multifarious nanometer insulation, dashing out forcefully from the maze with her stores of energy. The Legendary behemoth that was with her had also used a rather plain method to block that blow as well: by creating a normal isolated space, it cooled the billion degrees heat to a hundred thousand, a temperature which was not too hot for it.

The others remaining, the Golden Dragon King, Barbarossa, and Fedorov. They appeared nonchalant and unscathed, albeit just a little slow in escaping—magic granted them the confidence to face any situation, and they had been in rush to leave such extreme environments given the information that were worth collecting. For its part, the Golden Dragon King appeared rather plump, after having absorbed considerable stores of energy.

Each Legendary champion had their own methods to face those extreme circumstances. To typical civilizations, the Black Fog's offensive was absolute death, and a flotilla of thousands of Void warships would have been swept away by a single tentacle.

Even so, against those profound individual beings, it was slightly helpless.

It was very simple as to how Joshua escaped the burning dimensional stockade too: His neutron star external shell was usually ten million degrees, which had already elevated up to three hundred million when the world engine in Joshua's inner core activated. The Black Fog's ultimate move was hence mere air conditioning for it, unharmful and providing him power instead.

As for why the Black Fog did not keep its 'Black Body' form to absorb the Legends' power, Joshua thought that it was because the Black Body itself had limits. Since his sub-lightspeed attacks could actually give the even main body pause, the full-power of the thirteen Legends just might deflect, even breaking apart the Black Body directly. Only knowing that too well, the main body certainly would not simply waste the limited numbers of the Black Fog, instead reserving them at the pivotal moment.

Now, the thirteen Legends were not scattered. Keeping watch of each other from afar and building a formation to crossfire, they stood off against the main body of the Black Fog that kept swirling incessantly. Both sides were welling with shockwaves of clashing energies surging towards the edge of those parts of the dimensions. The Void that was now barely serene and seemingly without a horizon appeared to be a cluster of radiant circuits that spread endlessly, popping a layer of white fog.

”Where on earth did the lot of you find such ancient evil?”

Fedorov, Elder of the Council of Seven, had entered a combat state. Lightning magic was flowing brightly in his hand, forming a spiraling plasma scepter in his hand. ”I've wandered the Void and the Abyss for decades,” he said in disbelief, staring at the Black Fog, ”but never once came across it or its spawn. How did the lot of you find it?”

”Its energy reserves are above the limits of my observation, and it might be dozens of times the total of magical energy found in the world of Mycroft. As for how we found it…”

Barnil's fake left eye had projected a 'target power levels excessively high, observation impossible' notification, right before a green smoke billowed out of it and self-destructed from the overloading. Still, the mage glanced sideways at Joshua, saying silently, ”Some people are simply born special. You can't ever learn that, Fedorov.”