Chapter 1165 Awakened <TOC> Chapter 1167 Pearl of Illusion
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Following the intense collision, the golden light source fragmented into thousands of rays, reminiscent of undulating tendrils that weaved into a shining curtain of light.
Mengke walked upon this light, swiftly borrowing the force from the radiant screen to advance.
In contrast, from Olucia’s back sprouted a multitude of flaming arrows, a fusillade that tore the light curtain into dazzling fragments.
The void trembled, space collapsing inward.
Within this interweaving barrage of energy, the figures of Mengke and Olucia completely transcended everyone’s sight, visible only as two streaks of light rapidly darting about. One was a hauntingly beautiful, faint blue glimmer, the other an eye-catching golden flash. Each crossing of these light trails birthed terrifying energy vortexes.
In such a situation, no one dared to approach, for fear of doing more harm than good, possibly even becoming collateral damage in this explosive clash.
After another resonant boom, both streaks of light seemed to reach an unspoken agreement, somersaulting backward and settling in their respective corners.
In their shared gaze, the rise of flames seemed apparent.
Regardless of whether it was Mengke or Olucia, both could see the determination in the other’s eyes, the steadfast resolve not to cease until their objectives were achieved. Their goals differed, but the road paved by their determination was traversed without an ounce of regret, even in the face of inevitable death!
“Ha ha ha ha…” Suddenly, Mengke burst into laughter. But the mirth didn’t reach his eyes; only obsession and madness reflected in his gaze. “It seems that without taking this seriously, accomplishing my goal will be impossible.”
As Mengke spoke, he slowly removed his mask.
The mask was connected to the elaborate Frost Moon Silver Crown.
With the removal of the Frost Moon Silver Crown, his tied-up white hair cascaded down. Then, in the next second, this silk-like white hair sprouted angular points, transforming into strands of ice crystals.
It wasn’t just Mengke’s hair; his entire body began to crystalize into ice.
Before Olucia could even catch a glimpse of Mengke’s face, a layer of frost had already coated it. Mengke, in his entirety, had transformed into a giant of ice.
The Frost Moon Silver Crown that was connected to the mask with a gentle shake became a mighty winter greatsword. Mengke brandished it slightly, and it seemed as if moonlight was pouring from the sword.
This was the Elemental State!
Mengke had completely transformed himself into an Elemental State Frost Giant!
The intimidating chill emanating from the Frost Giant, even from a considerable distance from the center of the battle, pervaded the atmosphere, reaching the far-off floating iceberg.
The battle between Mengke, in his Frost Giant Form, and Olucia, heated up once again. However, this time, Olucia was forced into a defensive position.
Although Olucia wielded a ghostly flame, it did not imply possession of frost attributes. She was, in essence, an incarnation of fire, and her pursuit was the Path of Fire.
Ice and fire are inherently at odds with each other. Before, when they dueled, the elemental energy was almost equal, resulting in a stalemate. Now, however, Mengke has fully transformed into an Frost Giant Elemental State, immediately overpowering Olucia with his intrinsic attributes. In this elemental imbalance, Olucia is forced into a gradual retreat.
In every clash, Olucia is in a state of being suppressed.
Moreover, Olucia can feel that around Mengke, there’s a faintly present Prototype Domain — a signature of legendary power. Mengke’s ability to employ this Prototype Domain suggests he’s already reached the precipice of legendary status.
Even though Olucia isn’t aware of the specific traits of Mengke’s domain, she senses that it’s most likely of frost nature, or something to enhance frost attributes. With the combination of the Elemental State and Prototype Domain, Olucia is nearly entirely suppressed.
After a head-on clash, Olucia is thrown back.
This is the first time she has lost control of her body.
Mengke, naturally, won’t miss such an opportunity. His massive figure flashes and appears by Olucia’s side. Mengke clasps his hands into a fist, lifting them high as if turned into a mighty pillar holding up the heavens, brutally aiming at Olucia’s skull——
“Drip, drop.”
Just as Mengke’s fist is about to hit Olucia, an umbrella floating in the distant sky suddenly makes a noise.
Whenever this umbrella makes a sound, it causes a slight dizziness and weakens physical strength in all directions.
As Mengke has transformed into an Elemental State, he isn’t concerned about his physical strength being diminished. However, this dizziness, perhaps due to him lacking a physical body as a foundation now, is even more intense than before.
Though overall, it still doesn’t affect much. But at this critical moment, this minor dizziness causes his fist to hesitate for a millisecond.
Olucia seizes this fleeting opportunity. Turning around, she dissipates like a wisp of smoke.
And Mengke’s fist falls into emptiness.
Having lost this excellent opportunity, Mengke glares angrily at Nythotep in the distance, but Nythotep doesn’t show any fear. Instead, she presents Mengke with an expression of challenge.
Mengke only glares venomously at Nythotep, then turns his head away, ignoring her. He’s well aware that Nythotep wishes nothing more than for him to confront her. However, it would be quite challenging to kill Nythotep within her rainclouds.
Inside the rainclouds, his only opponent is Olucia!
Elsewhere, atop the floating iceberg, Maher turns to Lucci, “What’s the principle behind that Mysterious Umbrella’s weakening effect? Have you found a way to counter it?”
Now, the demons within the rainclouds are becoming fewer and fewer, even Samantha can spare some of her Spirit Illusions to surround Nythotep. From this perspective, humans have gained the upper hand.
But the longer time stretched, the stronger the umbrella’s weakening impact on everyone grew. In such a circumstance, a single lapse in attention might allow Nythotep to break free. Should Nythotep join the fray on Mengke’s side, it would spell trouble.
Therefore, under such circumstances, deciphering the weakening mechanics of the umbrella, as well as devising countermeasures, became the primary duty of the wizards standing atop the floating iceberg.
After a moment of silence, Lucci said, “I don’t sense any curse, and there’s no abnormal fluctuation in the surrounding energy, indicating that there’s no negative energy influence… Thus, it seems the weakening effect of this umbrella derives from its own intrinsic — baseless, groundless, and inexplicable mysterious power.”
Maher furrowed his brows, “Are you saying there’s no way to counter it?”
Lucci shook his head, “Besides killing Nythotep and seizing that umbrella, there’s no other option.”
Even with the combined efforts of everyone present, killing Nythotep within the rainclouds was a task easier said than done.
As everyone fell silent, Velite, who hadn’t spoken in a while, stepped forward. He gently stroked the lethargic sand rat in his hand and said, “The only silver lining is that this weakening effect is omnidirectional. It targets not only humans but all creatures within the rainclouds.”
This included Velite’s sand rat, the demons, and even Olucia, who were all within the umbrella’s diminishing range.
“The only one not affected is Nythotep!” cried Rivetta in astonishment, staring at the somewhat lewd umbrella in the distance, her eyes full of dread, but also holding a glimmer of covetous greed. “The effects of this umbrella are simply shocking, it’s a perfect blend of offense and defense! Once anyone steps within the rainclouds, they become practically immortal while steadily weakening their enemies. This could be compared to a strategic-grade Mysterious Object, right? If I could get my hands on this umbrella, then the Night Whisper Forest…”
If they could get that umbrella… Rivetta wasn’t the only one lost in thought.
“Dreaming is pointless. Instead of fantasizing about the impossible, it would be better to focus on how to assist Lord Mengke,” grumbled Maher.
“Joining the battle between Lord Mengke and Olucia is too difficult for us. However, I remember Canter’s Nocturne Bloodline, which can provide support to Mengke without being affected by energy changes,” Velite proposed.
After Velite finished speaking, everyone looked around in search of Canter. After a while, someone asked, “Hey, where did Canter go?”
…
Faced with the Frost Giant, Mengke’s avatar, Olucia finally decided to use her True Form after a moment of silence.
As a Descendant of the Demon God, Olucia had acquired, inherited, and had three great powers sealed from the Flameless Lord: the True Form, True Spirit, and True Name.
Unsealing each power significantly boosted Olucia’s strength, but prematurely unlocking powers before reaching adequate strength level could severely hamper her future potential.
Furthermore, these powers were inherited from the Flameless Lord. The more she released them, the more her path converged with that of the Flameless Lord. The reason Olucia strived to find the Source Fire was precisely because she didn’t want her future to mirror that of the Flameless Lord.
Consequently, Olucia hadn’t unfettered her inherent might for quite some time.
But now, faced with Mengke, she felt cornered at every turn. Not long ago, if it weren’t for the timely intervention of Nythotep’s umbrella, she would’ve perished right then and there.
Under such circumstances, Olucia had no choice but to unveil her True Form.
With a flicker of thought, the porcelain white shell cloaking her body emitted a radiant sheen and transformed into a liquid form. This shell, including the mask she wore, might appear as mere props in the eyes of others, but only Olucia knew that these were not just a seal, but also a form of shackles.
The porcelain white liquid began to ripple across Olucia’s body.
As the fluid descended from her head and adhered to her armor, it seemed as though a porcelain white veil had miraculously appeared from thin air.
When it reached her back, it shimmered with a captivating light, transmuting into six pairs of wings that gradually diminished in size from top to bottom. However, there were no feathers on these wings, but rather a brilliant, porcelain smooth surface.
Upon reaching her lower back, it molded into a large, sleek, white tail.
In a blink of an eye, Olucia had transformed into an immense, streamlined creature, of pure white porcelain, shining and lustrous, with each meticulous detail resembling the finest ceramics.
From the human aesthetic perspective, it was undoubtedly the most beautiful non-human entity they’d ever witnessed.
Once Olucia had metamorphosed into her Porcelain White True Form, an uncanny and grand aura emanated from her, radiating a sense of solemnity and reverence, as if they were standing before a deity.
It was not until then that everyone truly comprehended the essence of divine lineage.