200. Remaining Moon's Final Stand (1)
Brilliant bursts of radiation storms and fireworks filled the vacuum, as Bablushka's mechanical army struggled forward against the ferocious onslaught of magic.
Governor Bablushka's expression grew increasingly grim.
The disparity in power between the two was immense. Balkomon seemed entirely unaffected by the effects of the twisting curse and instead unleashed forbidden magic recklessly, even enhancing his physical body and speed to turn himself into a meteor, tearing through Bablushka's endless sea of machines at will.
If one tried to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, Balkomon would resort to the same tactic—grabbing a planet and hurling it like a shield or weapon straight at Bablushka.
Pure pragmatism.
Balkomon disdained intricate incantations and dismissed the precision calculations needed for chain reactions or step-by-step detonations. He trusted only in his raw magic and fists.
If one punch didn't work, he would enchant his fist and punch again. If one enchantment wasn't enough, he'd stack the power of Millionfold Strength.
If a millionfold wasn't sufficient, he'd repeat it another million times!
"Wahahahaha! Bablushka! What are you retreating for?!"
Balkomon's wicked laughter echoed through the stars as he stomped down on a hundred-meter-tall robot, smashing its energy core with his toe. Letting the nuclear explosion blaze forth—it didn't matter.
The twisting curse he bore absorbed it all. Yet, the more he utilized his power, the more fearsome that twisting aura became.
Bablushka couldn't help but say:
"Balkomon—if you keep abusing Kappa-tier power like this, aren't you afraid of being consumed by the Abyss' curse?"
"Consumed? Just death, nothing more!"
Balkomon showed no concern for the curse affecting him. The twisting curse had already warped his thoughts and personality. He cracked a cruel and maniacal smile:
"Hahahaha! So what? Everyone is born to die! Either fade away quietly or die on the battlefield."
The twisted will plunged Balkomon into endless revelry. He was so exhilarated he even considered killing himself just to claw his way out of hell again.
"My life won't end on a curse's terms!"
Balkomon raised his hand and slowly drew a staff from the void. The staff was exceptionally long, and the purple crystal at its tip emitted jagged, distorted light influenced by the curse.
"Come on, Bablushka, show me your curse too!"
He laughed cruelly, his skin taking on a porcelain-like texture as he twisted the staff.
In the next moment, a sharp blade of purple magical energy extended from the staff's tip.
"A true mage is a warrior skilled at killing with magical weapons."
Bablushka remained silent.
The opponent had already unleashed a magical weapon, entirely disregarding the curse. If Bablushka continued to hold back, it wouldn't just be about victory or defeat—
It would be about whether he could even make it out alive.
"Mother of the Night, grant me your mercy and bless me to forge ahead."
He opened his hands, summoning an overwhelming legion of sacred machines from subspace. These intelligent mechanical beings, blessed by divinity, donned pure white robes like devout followers. They knelt on one knee, prostrating themselves in worship amid incense and chants.
Bablushka's skin gradually took on a porcelain-like sheen, his eyes exuding golden particles, and golden streams gathered like a storm. Countless fleets and war machines disassembled and converged upon him.
[Mechanized Apotheosis]
"Mother of the Night, may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
Bablushka's form was reconstructed into a colossal mechanical god spanning thousands of kilometers. His body was pristine white, like ceramic, adorned with moonlit runes. The blue-violet radiation streams jetting from his back extended to the edge of the galaxy, resembling majestic butterfly wings capable of obliterating half a star system with a mere sweep.
Yet, his form was twisted and grotesque, the sanctity of his divine aura warped, making his appearance surreal and distorted, as if reflected in water, constantly on the verge of being dragged into the Abyss.
"The Star Abyss is always calling us, luring us deeper with blessings, while its curses keep us from daring to leave. Even if we escape, we can't use our full power. Use it a few more times, and we might be dragged down forever."
Balkomon, carrying a staff resembling a guandao, said leisurely:
"Governor Bablushka, what do you think? Shall we meet again on the battlefield of Galactic Eye or in the Abyss?"
"Arrogant fool, hell has enough room for you alone!"
The colossal mechanical god Bablushka had become extended a massive hand. Every inch of his skin bristled with various turrets and weapons. Devout mechanical monks chanted blessings for his shells.
"Hail! Night Mother herself loads these butterfly bullets!"
"Hail! Holy cannons strike with precision, the voice of vengeance rings loud!"
"Hail! Missiles are agile and guided by the Night Mother to their targets!"
A dense barrage of rockets and plasma projectiles blanketed the stars. Even from 3.4 light-years away on White Candle Star, the brilliant meteoric display could be seen. Divine blessings imbued the weapons with mystical power, and tireless mechanical laborers zealously reloaded them. Their programmed logic, overridden by religious devotion, drove them to work fanatically, pouring their mechanical might into Bablushka's hands.
[Automated Spellcasting]
[Connecting to the Mithra Network: Access Granted—Super-Tier Spell Slot Acquired]
[Arcane • Supreme Rainbow Stream]
Balkomon squinted, dragging his staff-blade lazily. With a casual sweep, he countered the incoming barrage.
The released surplus magical energy would take 460 years to reach Azure Star, where the people would struggle to deflect the magical torrent with close-in weapon systems and magnetic shields.
If they were lucky, the magical flood might produce a new generation of spellcasters.
But that was a tale for another time.
For now, this was merely the result of Balkomon's first swing.
If Zeta-tier (6) are gods walking the earth for mortals—
Then Kappa-tier (10) are the deities of the Star Abyss.
Those stronger than them battle in the lower layers of the Abyss, and those older than them cower within narrative-level civilizations.
Only Kappa-tier are the top combatants in the Star Abyss!
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Bang!
Remaining Moon's face was slammed into the ground by Li Aozi's hand. Empowered by [Bloodline]'s immense strength, Li Aozi pressed him down with overwhelming force, smashing his skull into the earth.
As the blue tendrils continued to extract data, Remaining Moon's calm expression gradually turned icy.
"——What is this?"
He said coldly:
"My body's data has been dimensionally reduced. As a three-dimensional being, you cannot interpret one-dimensional information!"
Li Aozi didn't respond. He continued extracting genetic data from Remaining Moon's body. Within it lay countless ingenious designs, the culmination of years of modifications to his cybernetic systems, brimming with technological brilliance.
Now, it all belonged to Li Aozi.
[Extraordinary Genetic Extraction Complete: You have gained 27 million genetic fragments.]
[Your body has been fully augmented. Attributes increased.]
[[Perpetuity • Love Hunter] Activated]
[You have accumulated 91 points of [Charisma].]
With base [Charisma] surpassing 300, plus the 30% bonus from [Perpetuity • Love Hunter] and 180 points from divinity,
Li Aozi's [Charisma] soared to 570 points!
At this point, the gap between Remaining Moon and Li Aozi's [Charisma] narrowed significantly, and Li Aozi was no longer crushed by [Remaining Moon]'s Omega Energy.
His moment of counterattack had finally arrived.
With 570 points in [Charisma], converted to an equivalent 570 points in [Strength] through [Bloodline].
At this stage, he needed no more techniques.