Chapter 1410: Chapter 1408: Crisis and Opportunity
Whew… whew!
At the moment when he perceived the danger, Aslan did not hesitate to unleash his lethal strike, hoping to seize the opportunity during the transformation of the Mythic Body to deliver a fatal blow.
Even if he couldn’t kill it, he had to interrupt the transformation process of his opponent.
Wearing the ‘Ice Demon Stance’ Mask,
Summoning one of the Polar Divine Weapons,
Exerting 300% strength with the aid of Tentacles and the polar mimicry (Worm arm),
All these cumulative changes put a tremendous strain on the body.
At present,
Aslan, standing in the air and treading on the ice layer, is panting continuously.
Even his own body is suffering from ‘excessive cold usage’, his entire Right Arm encased in a layer of ice, with his fingertips completely necrotized.
However, Aslan’s expression is far from good.
The “Hippolya’s Heirloom Pearl” embedded in the Mask had a clear view of the entire attack process… at the moment he exerted his full power and threw the “Absolute Zero Spear”.
Such an intuitive sense of Danger triggered the Machinery’s built-in Defense system.
The Machinery body, which was undergoing reconstruction, created a highly protective energy field generator due to the strong intervention of the protective program.
Hum!
A hexagonal energy field emanating with a rainbow glow stood between the Ice Spear and the Machine’s core.
The full force of Aslan’s spear strike did not manage to penetrate the field upon impact… The shockwave spread out, carrying extreme cold that froze all the buildings and the surrounding streets solid.
However, the penetration of the Ice Spear continued.
The icy cold was merely one of its properties.
The real threat and what was lethal was the “Ice Flame” concentrated at the spearhead – that was Aslan’s true killer move.
In this day and age, there are fewer than five individuals who can perfectly master the “Ice Flame”.
Even tracing back to the Ancient Times in The Final North Continent, only the descendants carrying the purest Bloodline of the master of the polar regions had the Special Traits of the Ice Flame… But to master it perfectly is another matter. Improper handling could potentially burn one’s Soul to ashes.
Aslan’s birth can be described as a Miracle of The Final North.
Since childhood, he could master the Ice Flame perfectly, using it as naturally as if it were an integral part of him, never risking self-harm.
Not only that.
Aslan also possessed a strong Seeking Knowledge trait. Just stepping into youth, he has already visited every corner of The Final North, traversed all the relics of the Terminal North Continent, and memorized all historical and abstruse inscriptions about The Final North.
Even the slumbering master of The Final North was awakened because of him.
According to the standards of past Element Games, Aslan was fully capable of taking the championship… Unfortunately, in the same period, two even more terrifying beings were born in different corners of the universe.
The birth of numerous talents in the same era ensures that great events are bound to happen in this time period.
…
The Ice Flame, concentrated at the tip of the spear, eventually ‘burned through’ the energy field.
Similarly,
The potency of the Ice Spear and the quantity of the Ice Flame were greatly diminished during this process, to less than 15% of their initial strength… The remaining energy barely pierced the Machinery core wrapped in cables.
All the remaining Ice Flame was released.
Sssss!
A thick white smoke rose from the point of impact, even covering the causal program – Melowenjay completely.
At the same time, Weed Cousins, the tenth Element, had completed the reconstruction and repair of his Right Arm (not regeneration, but arm casting with cosmic minerals sent down by the Mythical Celestial Body), arriving at the scene.
The red planet on his chest rotated rapidly.
In his palm, he condensed an energy blast with the property of Destruction, hurling it frantically towards the target location, while also emitting destructive beams from his Eyes, striking the target together.
A series of explosions echoed throughout the city until the ice-bound building ruins were completely annihilated, leaving only a cratered ground.
Snap!
Just as Weed intended to continue his bombardment, he was stopped by Aslan.
“Reserve some energy… Besides, if you keep bombing like this, London City will reach its critical point sooner than expected.”
“Hmm.”
Weed’s energy seemed inexhaustible; even after a barrage of attacks, he was only breathing slightly faster.
Not long after the bombardment ceased, a series of angry and continuous insults burst forth from the dust:
“You white bastard, damn cold-hearted Demon, stinking fool! You dare to scorch my core program… I will capture you alive, extract your consciousness into a mechanical carcass with the highest pain sensing capacity, and subject you to endless torture.”
Aslan completely disregarded the other’s insults, focusing his attention on the depths of the dust instead.
“Weed, it’s coming! Hit me with some ‘stimulant’!”
“Alright…”
Weed’s voice, like that of an opera maestro, echoed powerfully and resonantly (limited to demons of the same tier).
Aslan immediately gained an amplification effect known as ‘Celestial Sound,’ which increased all attributes by 10% and put him in an absolutely focused combat state.
“To the left!”
[The Eye] caught a shadow within the dust making a striking motion.
‘Mythic Body of Polar Ice (left side),’ formed about five layers of ice intermingled with a large number of tentacles with worm-like structures, serving as a cushioning effect.
As expected.
The impact of cause and effect propagation, without process or warning… a punch landed directly on Aslan’s left side.
This punch was much more powerful than the previous strike against Green.
Crack! A crisp sound of ice breaking resonated.
Aslan, struck with immense force, was sent hurtling towards the ground, blood oozing from behind his mask.
Aslan, who created a large crater on the ground, clutched his abdomen tightly with his palm.
The ‘Mythic Body of Polar Ice’ was completely shattered, and a large chunk of flesh was ‘torn’ away, with wounds hung with metallic cables like iron threadworms.
This didn’t look like damage caused by a fist; it resembled a bite from some mechanical beast.
“…The Mythic Body of Polar Ice couldn’t block it? The cables left in the wound are preventing my ice bloodline’s regeneration.” Aslan clenched his teeth, trying to cauterize the wound with Ice Flame, “Damn it! Here it comes again!”
As Aslan was about to wrap his body in ice.
The attack never came; the impact supposed to be transferred through ’cause and effect propagation’ seemed to be blocked.
“Pope?”
The Ice Flame traced across his waist and abdomen, stopping the pain.
Then, using an ancient ritual for deep regeneration… filling the wounds with Ice Crystals, slowly transforming them back into parts of his body.
On the other side.
The blockage of cause and effect propagation had Melowenjay looking bewildered, attempting multiple times.
It either failed to work, or the attack landed elsewhere, in any case having no effect on Aslan.
“To be able to see through the ‘Principles of Cause and Effect’ so quickly, and even intervene… I guess I’ll have to kill you head-on then.”
The dust dispersed.
Melowenjay revealed his ‘evolved’ Complete Form.
His mechanical body was surrounded by countless cables, some emerging from the crevices of his body, resembling mechanical worms at his Control.
At the same time.
All over his body were ‘bite marks.’
The punch that had hit Aslan, upon breaching defense, even bit off an entire chunk of flesh, with mechanical worms injected simultaneously.
Displaying the special traits of ‘Erosion,’ ‘Occupation,’ and ‘Alteration.’
However.
This seemingly perfect mechanical body had an irreparable defect… embedded in the chest was an unremovable Ice Flower, along with a crack of Ice Crystals.
This was the injury inflicted by Aslan’s all-out strike.
This gap might just be a window of opportunity.
In the bottom layer of the Dark Abyss, an Eye had been watching the battlefield the entire time, and a mad, mixed-gender voice echoed:
“Aslan’s not half bad… Miss Lyle, it’s our turn to enter the fray.”