Chapter 1847: with translation of chapter title

NO. 462: The howl of someone seems to be a kind of quality standard for high priests.

The killing move forged from the light‑condensing organ that glows on Rugeset's chest—an evil light that can cause all matter's atoms to collapse, eliminating everything—is called the Genesis Requiem.

As a cosmic white blood cell, it has existed since the dawn of the Big Bang; its signature abilities are all dubbed Genesis/Creation, yet its appearance always aims to bring destruction—on this, the high priest clearly fails to grasp, or perhaps she simply does not respect it.

After all, she's only after this power.

Aomo easily grasps this: those in high office enjoy luxurious treatment, and the same applies when one is being pursued.

Even before attaining this position, they had served as a high priest to the priests, and clearly they hadn't been hunted by strong forces only a few times.

Their choice of power for escape also leans toward being fast and hard‑hitting, but their mindset is the same as most cult members: "If I can run, I'll run as much as I can." Even when stopped by the Zero‑Star Ghidorah synthetic beast, they only think of landing a surprise hit to catch the foe off guard and then bolt, with no wish to linger in combat—and then they were yanked by a gravity beam.

The yank wasn't long‑lasting; clearly the high priest, gritting her teeth and paying a price, even tapped the power of the evil god Zhuque Iris from Gamera 3: Awakening of the Evil Gods. This shows her resolve—Iris was still a deficient juvenile then, which ought to have been a promising prospect she valued, but she prematurely drained its power—yet it doesn't prove she acted hastily; there's nothing else to it.

Just as Aomo, the office chief, already has dozens of monster cards, even if the high priest falls short of Aomo in lucky breaks, as a rare offender with little restraint and no scruples, she ought to possess a monster‑power reserve on par with, if not exceeding, Aomo's.

She simply prioritizes fleeing over fighting; if she were truly weak in battle, Aomo wouldn't need to specially note in the report that they must field the most luxurious lineup to capture her.

Look at the situation now!

Thirteen police space shuttles, four police armed star cruisers, and the special task force executives deployed together to pursue S‑class criminals—enough to make that high priest sneer and jeer, "Just how scared are you of me?"

Aomo would love to reply right away, but the reality is that even with his best dodging, he still suffers from his size disadvantage.

Everyone! Watch out!!

The left head of the blood‑gold dragon has already been vaporized clean; the middle and right heads glanced at the smooth gap, then both quickly looked away. That part of the brain kept secreting mucus rapidly amid intense itch, weaving it into a cocoon that solidified in the cold and radiation, and was then broken open by the left head itself.

Left head: "I really died without feeling anything at all."

Right head: "After all, it vaporized in an instant."

Left head: "You didn't even help by biting and pulling a bit; you two are utterly heartless."

Right head: "Hmph."

Have you forgotten that the enemy is right in front of you?

"Ah, high priest," the middle head looks as if just realizing, staring at… "All I'm doing is eliminating evil, after all—I can't hold this state for long."

Left head: "I quite like that saying."

Right head: "Seize the opportunity; she's hiding another move."

"…What a fine 'eliminate evil completely'—when you first showed up I couldn't see you as any kind of righteous figure, Zero‑Star."

"I don't mind rephrasing," the exalted middle head manifests a dark‑red magic circle, radiating piercing blood light from the words, "Seize every second!"

Blood light and rainbow light intertwine; the spikes concealed beneath the rainbow light scream like a rain of arrows. These sinister yet not truly covert tactics should be stopped by the surrounding officers each displaying their skills, but in Rugeset's doubtful gaze—no officer tries to intercept those spike‑missiles piercing through the explosion.

They are all focused on their professional combos of offense, defense, charging, cursing, and strengthening, fully displaying each other's astonishing combat power and armament that truly warrants her vigilance; but if we speak of the real threat and hatred, it is naturally this bastard who dares to endure the pain, swallow his countless spikes, and have the dragon heads bite and gnaw at his own hard shell.

"Why not just stay right here, high priest?"

That bastard even, while the right head ferociously tears and bites, uses the middle brain to mock, as if the wound where the piercing body spurts blood were irrelevant.

But she also indeed must pay attention to the abnormality of that wound: the crimson blood emits a faint red glow, just like the split in the opponent's body that could burst at any moment.

Could it be…?

"You bastard! Are you really extending your lifespan by bleeding?!"

Left head: "It's a trade secret, high priest."

"Are you still using my hand to stabilize your rioting energy?!"

Middle head: "You can't say that; true stability actually relies on light~ How about trying this 70%‑faithful Destruction Emperor Wave?"

"Wasn't it supposed to be a wave? Why is it tearing and biting?"

Middle head: "The world is treacherous, high priest; you can't fully trust the enemy's words~"

Right head: "Bit of a hassle; this woman seems to have swallowed not just Iris's power."

The fist‑claw blasts open the relatively fragile neck; the arm's extended sharp whip, together with Iris's tendrils, is whipped into a spiral to resist the multi‑stage gravity‑ray barrage from the enemy's wing tips—she naturally wouldn't let words waste a battle opportunity; rather, all her words serve to gain combat advantage, yet she must admit that this scenario where she can't spare a thought for the surrounding 'ants' is extremely disadvantageous for her.

Middle head: "Is it Damu? Really disappointing, high priest; it was supposed to have infinite possibilities."

"Who's to blame for this! Isn't it you?"

Especially those ant‑shaped fellows aren't as weak as real ants; rather, they can easily cut wounds into one's skin—indeed, the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it becomes.

Middle head: "Oh ya~ you noticed?"

Right head: "Don't be fooled; her movements are very steady."

We still need to find a chance to leave; if others are… if Shengliwu's portal could open…

Left head: "What a waste of the product's value; if we had the right technology we could take it whole instead of just extracting two vials of material."

"Extract two vials?"

A flurry of fine yet sharp cold‑light rain, like shards of a beating heart, flickered for a moment; then the golden gleam in the right dragon head's pupil surged, the blood‑gold dragon's already‑pierced large wing, leaking countless specks, shuddered and barely dodged the opponent's Genesis Rain; the twisting tail shot out like a snake, its tip thrusting violently into the opponent's pulsing, flesh‑filled dragon skull.

Middle head: "I don't recommend letting your mood swing so much; it's bad for the body—look, you can't even contain Damu's cells, you wouldn't really plan to evolve using my blood, would you?"

Left head: "Friendly reminder: it's toxic."

Middle head: "Don't chatter, high priest wants to listen with me to the dragon's voice in another dimension."

"Shut up!"

Using both arms' long whips and countless filament‑version tendrils to tightly bind the tail blade, yet while watching the two forces struggle, causing her own whip and tendrils to gradually tear, the high priest feels excruciating pain in her back, as if the officers' barrage has completely ripped open her hard carapace.

Right head: "Don't let up; she hasn't gone mad yet."

Middle head: "Saying that just hinders her from going mad."

Left head: "I've already warned to reinforce the barrier; how do you think she'll escape?"

Middle head: "Isn't it obvious? She's started pulling away directly, making it hard to aim."

Right head: "I'm initiating causality lock."

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What the heck is causality lock? You're not Ghidorah and Orochi, are you? And you three‑headed idiots, can't you stop forcing telepathy into people's brains when you chat?

While the high priest was speeding, soaring, and flipping in that infinite space that, although an alternate dimension, was also a space environment, he muttered curses in his heart, having already transformed into a biological war machine. With the excellent configuration of Genesis Rain (missile barrage) frequently firing, Genesis Requiem (beam cannon) firing once every ten seconds, Genesis Elegy (laser) firing once every three seconds, and Genesis Seal (space-distortion rebound shield) constantly active, he engaged in a dogfight with the officers, which ironically made the overly bulky and heavy Magagidora unable to catch up.

However, it's fine; as the Demon God Zero said, this situation is not beyond expectation, but rather it finally forced the high priest to consider that problem which had been temporarily set aside due to lack of time.

What the hell did this Star-Eating Zero do to my cargo?! No… who the hell is he?

Why would you risk self-collapse just to add trouble for yourself!

Karmic lock-on—this somewhat familiar term has been mentioned several times recently, seemingly all brought up by the Intelligence Section of the Executive Department……

"……"

"Aomo—Lindun—?!"

"You called me?"

"?!"

The beam that had been charging and firing in the distance that he had been staring at was ahead, and at the instant when the similarly charged beam ahead docked and collided, the doubtful voice coming from behind him instantly turned him into a shapeless black mist, which violently withdrew over a hundred meters.

He stared wide-eyed at the ferocious yet extremely sharp figure standing behind him.

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Aomo Lindun, one of the exceptionally well-known demon god fusion beasts, also became the main reason the high priest was stunned at the moment.

And that stunned moment, the fully charged true Doom Emperor Wave followed right after.

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