Chapter 347

The screen began to play a combat record.

Euphemia faced the siege of a group of mutant werewolves; she didn't even move her feet, just lifted her right hand lightly.

Those originally ferocious abyss creatures stopped attacking instantly, then began to kill each other until only the strongest one remained.

The final winner slowly walked before her, lowering its head, as pious as a pilgrimage.

"What's even more terrifying is her meditation trait—Bloodline Reconstruction, which forms a perfect synergy with her special talent."

Elliot continued to explain:

"Euphemia can temporarily gain all the abilities of the controlled creatures.

Imagine a wizard who can simultaneously possess the regeneration ability of a Blood Demon, the agility of a werewolf, and the poison of an Abyss Spider Queen..."

The second projection showed a handsome young man standing in a laboratory:

【Current Fourth Seat - Oscar Adelaide (Elemental Garden)

Spiritual Power: Approximately 5.7 scales

Possibly possesses multiple Second-Tier talents: Elemental Domination, Spell Amplification, Elemental Creation

Recent Achievement: Created two brand-new composite elements, published two breakthrough papers in the secondary journal 'The Tiny Voice of Elements'】

"Oscar's spiritual power reached 5.7 scales, also relatively close to the Moon-level."

Several elemental spheres of different colors floated around the handsome young man.

But these were not ordinary fire, water, wind, or earth elements, but some composite bodies never seen before.

In one sphere, fire and frost merged perfectly, creating a contradictory element that was both scorching and cold;

In another sphere, light and darkness intertwined, forming a strange energy capable of both healing and corroding...

"Oscar's elemental control ability has transcended traditional cognition."

Elliot's tone was full of awe:

"He can not only dominate the four basic elements but also create brand-new elemental types.

What's even more terrifying is that his spell power is two to three times that of wizards of the same level."

The screen showed Oscar releasing an elemental missile, but that elemental missile constantly split and changed during flight.

Eventually, it decomposed into more than a dozen attacks of different attributes, some carrying extreme cold frost, some containing corrosive toxins, some carrying distortion effects...

Elliot continued to introduce other threatening competitors:

【Fifth Seat - Eugene Leonardo (Tower of Vibrating Sound)

Spiritual Power: Approximately 5.6 scales

Possesses top-tier Second-Tier talent: Mechanical Fusion (can perfectly fuse with magic devices, gaining all their functions)

Recent Achievement: Created combat magic devices with autonomous consciousness, individual strength approaching Morning Star level, combat power of small team cooperation surged】

A man whose half-body was already mechanized appeared in the projection, his right arm composed entirely of precision gears and crystals.

What's even stranger is that those mechanical parts operated autonomously as if they had life.

"Eugene's Mechanical Fusion gives him almost half an immortal body."

Elliot's tone was full of awe:

"He can transfer his consciousness into the special mechanical carriers he manufactures, and can quickly resurrect even if his body is destroyed.

And the magic tools he creates all possess extremely high intelligence, not just simple programs."

【Thirty-Second Seat - Chloe Star-Voice (Astrology Society)

Spiritual Power: Approximately 5.2 scales

Special Talent: Born blind, but possesses extremely strong inspiration and prophecy abilities

Recent Achievement: In the Western Abyss Outpost, accurately predicted thirteen disaster events and two apostle hunts, saving the lives of over a hundred explorers】

A young girl in a white dress with her eyes covered appeared in the projection.

She was beautiful, and although blind, countless starlight surrounded her to guide her direction.

"Chloe is blind, but her prophecy ability is terrifyingly strong." Elliot lowered his voice:

"It is said that she can see the branching possibilities of the future, and can even predict the actions of others.

Because her background is relatively ordinary and her start was late, her spiritual power accumulation is slightly behind, so she is temporarily in the thirty-second seat, but her potential is stronger than those in the seats ahead of her."

"There are other geniuses emerging, but currently these are the ones that pose the greatest threat to you, and even the highly acclaimed Euphemia is considered to have higher potential than you."

"And you haven't produced any new research results recently, so your assessment score is about to be caught up by those behind you."

Elliot pointed out the problem bluntly, his voice carrying worry:

"The success of the mobile simulation device and other papers previously allowed you to gain quite a few points, but the progress speed of others is also very fast."

This news made Luo En frown slightly.

He had indeed neglected the display of academic achievements recently because he was focused on his own research.

"Also..."

Elliot's tone became heavier, and the communication crystal projected a panoramic view of the Central Land:

"Recently, the Central Land has been surging with wind and clouds, and various major events are emerging one after another."

He began to list recent major events:

Open disagreements have appeared within the School Alliance, the struggle between the traditionalists and the conquest faction is no longer hidden, and both sides have begun to clearly take sides;

Seven small schools announced their joining of the conquest camp, gaining massive resource support, and their strength expanded rapidly;

A new ancient ruin was discovered in the eighth layer of the abyss, legend has it that it hides the legacy of an ancient Wizard King;

Major breakthroughs have been made in otherworldly conquest, three new worlds have been completely occupied, bringing back a large amount of precious resources.

"You are relatively isolated in the observatory, so you don't know much about these news."

Elliot reminded, his eyes full of worry:

"But many events may affect the scoring criteria of the Nova Project. After the conquest faction gains an advantage, the weight of combat ability in the assessment might increase."

Facing such a severe situation, Luo En did not show any panic, but instead revealed a confident smile.

That kind of smile carried unfathomable wisdom, making Elliot feel an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

"Thank you for the information, Elliot."

Luo En nodded to this friend who told him quite a few key pieces of intelligence:

"These intelligence reports are of great value to me, especially the detailed information about other competitors."

"Do you have any plans?"

Elliot asked curiously; he understood this friend's personality, and this confidence was definitely not baseless.

"I do have a research result that is about to break through."

Luo En said mysteriously, his voice carrying strong confidence that was convincing:

"The specific content is confidential for now, but I am quite confident in my results."

He paused for a moment, his eyes revealing a deep color:

"When I return to the Central Land next month, I will announce this result. By then, the ranking problem will naturally be solved."

Elliot sighed helplessly and didn't say much more.

However, his friend was always able to set records and leave his peers far behind, so perhaps this time would be no exception.

"Then I will wait and see." The golden-haired young man's voice carried expectation:

"But be careful, especially of Euphemia. The Blood Moon Clan has been moving frequently recently, seemingly preparing for some major event."

After the communication ended, Luo En fell into deep thought.

The competition for the Nova Project was indeed intense, but this was also an excellent opportunity to showcase his research results.

The information about these competitors also gave him a clearer understanding of the level of young wizards in the current wizard world.

Daier looked at Luo En, who was deep in thought by the window, and an inexplicable sense of unease surged in her heart.

She could feel the increasingly strong sense of alienation in her master, as if he was climbing toward a height she could not reach.

This realization made her both proud and fearful.

Proud to be able to witness the other party's rise, fearful that she might never truly understand his world.

Outside the window, the main structure of the observatory stood quietly in the dim sky.

Those complex building clusters were like the organs of some creature, pulsing slowly in the darkness.

The outline of the distant abyss was looming, constantly reminding everyone that they were standing on the boundary line between reality and chaos.

Luo En gazed at that deep dark hole, his thoughts swirling.

No matter how the future develops, no matter whether he will become some "King of the Era," he must continue to move forward.

Because stagnation means death, and moving forward at least still holds hope.

The seventh layer of the abyss, the deepest part of the "Soul Abyss."

The space here itself was a blasphemy.

Thirteen thrones were arranged in the shape of the pupil of a massive eyeball, each composed of countless imprisoned souls merged together.

Those once-intelligent lives had now turned into flesh components of the seats.

Their faces emerged from the surface of the thrones from time to time, emitting silent screams, only to be dragged back into the depths of the flesh.

The ground between the thrones was paved with crawling bone tiles, each one a skull stripped from a different intelligent being.

They kept opening and closing their jaws, emitting tiny chewing sounds, as if still savoring the final fear before death.

The gray vortex in the center was exceptionally restless today, emitting a terrifying symphony composed of the wails of thousands of explorers before death.

Fragments of images flashed in the depths of the vortex from time to time.

Burning cities, twisted skies, desperate faces, and the final moments of those lives struggling madly in destruction.

At this moment, the thrones were basically occupied by disgusting figures.

On the first throne, the body of "Void Spider" Ma Gusi was like a mass of constantly changing black threads, with countless faces of different races vaguely visible between the strands.

He was constantly emitting spiritual fluctuations that pierced directly into the depths of other existences' consciousness.

"Another gathering like this..." Ma Gusi's "voice" carried a nauseating stickiness, like countless tiny tentacles crawling in the listener's mind:

"I really start to wonder, besides complaining to each other here, what meaningful things can we 'Supreme' Apostles do?"

The second throne was empty; that was the position of "Dragon-Headed Evil Ghost" Cha Ye.

On the third throne, the nebula-like body of "Formless Mist" Na Si was rotating slowly.

Countless eyes inside were gazing in different directions, some observing the present, some peeking into the past, and some trying to discern the future.

His voice was like an electromagnetic storm from the depths of the universe:

"Ma Gusi, what you said... is indeed true. We are indeed like a group of tigers locked in a cage, besides roaring at each other, we can do nothing."

"Daughter of Corrosion" Agasha on the eighth throne emitted a harsh laugh.

This massive monster was "exposing her chest" at this moment, and through the hole in her chest, one could see the pulsing heart:

"Hahaha... at least we can still chat, right? Think about those wretches who have even lost their consciousness; we are already considered lucky."

She stroked the armrest of the throne, and large patches of mold immediately grew where she touched:

"Besides, hasn't that crazy woman Cassandra's conquest business provided us with quite a few... fresh materials? Those wreckage of civilizations destroyed by her eventually have to flow to the bottom of the abyss, right?"

The extremely deep layers below the ninth layer of the Great Abyss were not as simple as shown on the conventional observation level.

That was a dark ruin field connecting many broken remnants of the universe and chaotic matter...

"Original Sin Poly-Beast" Ma La Ji on the ninth throne emitted a low roar.

His form was extremely twisted, with seven heads of different races growing on a deformed body, each head representing a primal negative emotion.

The one speaking at this moment was the human head in the center, with green jealousy fire burning in its eye sockets:

"Materials? Those are just garbage and junk! Agasha, you say it lightly, which of those truly valuable spoils has flowed into our hands?"

The other heads on his body also began to echo:

The beast head roared: "We can only drink her leftovers!"

The elf head said sinisterly: "That woman kept the best for herself!" The dragon head sprayed sulfur flames: "Really want to tear her into pieces!"

The other Supreme Apostles were also displaying unsettling forms of existence on their respective thrones:

"Twisted Sage" Nuo Ke Tu En on the tenth throne looked closest to human form.

But a careful observation would reveal that every part of his body was operating according to different physical laws.

The left arm bent forward, the right arm bent backward, the head sometimes forward, sometimes backward.

"Flesh Sculptor" Bradshi on the twelfth throne was a flesh aggregate constantly changing shape.

Tentacles danced like sea anemones, each swing leaving a bloody trail in the air.

Besides this, there were "Bone Monarch" Ka La Ze Ke, "Liquefied Demon" Mi La Si, "Swarm Mother Nest" Xi Wa Na...

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly oppressive, a deafening roar descended from the sky.

"A bunch of fucking cowards!"

The rough roar tore through the tranquility of the entire space.

The next second, a massive figure fell from the void like a meteorite, crashing directly onto the second throne.

The massive impact caused the entire throne area to tremble violently, and the souls constituting the throne emitted shrill wails.

Splattered flesh fragments rained down, emitting sizzling corrosive sounds on the bone ground.

The terrifying form of "Dragon-Headed Evil Ghost" Cha Ye was fully displayed before the apostles:

Three ferocious dragon heads were arranged in a triangle, each emitting different pressure.

The left dragon head's eyes burned with violent red flames, with flesh fragments of unknown creatures still remaining between its fangs;

The central dragon head was cold and ruthless, as majestic as an ancient statue;

The right dragon head carried the pleasure of sadism, its tongue constantly licking its fangs.

His massive body emitted a suffocating bloody aura, as if he had just walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"I just came back from the fourth layer." The left dragon head of Cha Ye spoke, his voice roaring like thunder:

"Do you know what I saw there? A group of damn wizards digging for ancient ruins there!"

The central dragon head took over, his tone terrifyingly gloomy:

"And we, these so-called 'Supreme Apostles,' can only hide in the deepest part of the abyss, not even daring to let out a fart!"

The right dragon head emitted a crazy laugh:

"Hahahaha! A dozen wretches poked to death by a Wizard King with one finger, and you have the nerve to sit on thrones here, calling yourselves Supreme Apostles? I bet you can't even beat an ordinary Great Wizard; I can beat three of you by myself!"

This sentence was like a bomb, instantly igniting the anger of some apostles present.

"What did you say?!"

Ma La Ji's seven heads roared furiously at the same time, each head's eyes spraying flames of different colors:

"Cha Ye, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are ranked second!"

"Were your three heads scanned by a Great Wizard with an extinction beam?"

"You bastard whose mother was %￥#*&!"

Agasha's rotting face twisted into a terrifying expression, green pus pouring out from the hole in her chest:

"Cha Ye, was your brain clamped by a vagina?"

Cha Ye looked at these colleagues with extremely filthy language, his three dragon heads revealing mocking smiles at the same time.

"Only capable of outputting with your mouths?"

He stood up, his six wings spread, and the entire throne area was shrouded in a massive shadow.

Space began to twist under the radiation of his power, emitting unbearable groans:

"I said you might not even be able to steadily beat an ordinary Great Wizard, and I really wasn't fucking wrong!"

The central dragon head's voice became more violent: "A bunch of wretches who only know how to play house in their nest, and you have the nerve to challenge me?"

As soon as the words fell, Chaye's left arm had already smashed toward the nearest Agasha like lightning.

This punch carried terrifying power sufficient to shatter stars, space tore like paper before the fist, revealing the essence of the chaotic void behind it.

Agasha barely stretched out her corrosive tentacles to block, but the massive impact still blew her and the throne away.

Her body composed of rotting organs fell apart in the collision.

Green pus rained down, each drop carrying strong corrosiveness.

"Cha Ye! You damn lunatic!"

Ma La Ji's seven heads roared simultaneously, deciding to strike first.

Seven energies of different attributes sprayed out from each head—fire, frost, venom, lightning, acid mist, shadow, and pure spiritual impact.

But Cha Ye's reaction was faster, the right dragon head suddenly turned toward Ma La Ji, opening its massive mouth.

"Shut the fuck up!"

A pure white energy beam shot out from the dragon mouth; that was the power of destruction compressed to the extreme.

Where the beam passed, matter directly annihilated, and even the flow of time became twisted.

Ma La Ji's seven attacks dissipated instantly before this beam like a candle meeting the scorching sun.

The beam continued forward, piercing directly through Ma La Ji's chest, leaving a bottomless hole behind him.

"Ahhh—!"

Ma La Ji emitted a shrill scream, the expressions of all seven heads twisted to the extreme.

The massive wound on his chest was rotting and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bradshi also joined the battle, countless flesh tentacles wrapping around Cha Ye's limbs like an octopus.

These tentacles compressed the aggregate of resentment of thousands of lives, each possessing independent consciousness and malice.

"Just this?"

Cha Ye sneered disdainfully, his six wings flapping simultaneously.

Sharp wing blades swept across the air, leaving six pitch-black cracks.

These cracks were as sharp as blades, instantly cutting off most of the tentacles.

The severed tentacles twisted madly on the ground, thick black liquid spraying from the cross-sections.

These liquids possessed amazing reproductive properties, and as soon as they spilled, they began to constantly split into massive amounts of flesh tentacles.

But Cha Ye didn't care about these at all; his six arms operated like a meat grinder, and any flesh tentacles that approached were instantly crushed.

Every attack stimulated his stronger desire to fight, causing his power to constantly climb.

The scale of the battle was constantly expanding.

Ma La Ji endured the severe pain and summoned his Original Sin Legion.

Countless twisted figures emerged from the void; they were all lives that had been tortured to death, now turned into aggregates of pure malice.

Agasha fully expanded her corrosion domain, and everything within visible range began to rot rapidly.

Bradshi infinitely expanded his flesh body, wanting to suppress Cha Ye with a numerical advantage.

His body split into millions of independent units, each possessing different attack methods and skills.

The entire Soul Abyss trembled in this battle.

Every attack of Cha Ye could tear space, leaving permanent scars in the void.

The counterattacks of the Supreme Apostles were equally terrifying, various reality-twisting abilities turning the entire area into a nightmare-like battlefield.

If this battle occurred in the outside world, even some giant planets would annihilate into dust under this level of power.

But the result of the battle had no suspense.

Cha Ye's fighting style was extremely violent and exquisite.

He didn't rely solely on brute force, but perfectly combined absolute power with well-honed techniques.

Three dragon heads acted independently, able to deal with enemies from multiple directions simultaneously, and coordinated seamlessly;

Six arms operated in coordination, offensive and defensive in one, forming an impeccable combat system;

Every flap of the six wings could produce spatial storms, dissolving the enemy's attacks into nothingness.

What's even more terrifying is Cha Ye's regeneration ability.

Even if hit by the enemy's attacks, the wounds would heal instantly, and every injury would stimulate a stronger desire to fight.

"Just this bit of ability and you dare to fight me?"

Cha Ye's left dragon head bit one of Ma La Ji's heads, twisted hard, and pulled it directly off.

Golden dragon blood and green apostle blood mixed together, forming strange spiral patterns in the air.

The central dragon head exerted force simultaneously, smashing a fist into Agasha's chest.

The Daughter of Corrosion flew backward like a cannonball, leaving a green trail in the void.

The right dragon head opened its massive mouth, swallowing most of Bradshi's body directly.

The Flesh Sculptor emitted a desperate scream, the remaining tentacles struggling madly, but unable to break free from the dragon mouth's restraint.

The battle lasted for who knows how long, but Cha Ye's advantage became increasingly obvious.

He was covered in wounds, the left dragon head corroded by Ma La Ji's venom.

Two of the six wings were dissolved by Agasha's corrosive power, and his body was covered in piercing wounds left by Bradshi's flesh attacks.

But these injuries only made him more violent.

And his opponents were already on the verge of collapse:

Three of Ma La Ji's seven heads had been pulled off, and the remaining heads were also on their last breath;

Agasha's body was rotting infinitely more severely than usual, looking like it could decompose completely at any moment;

Bradshi was left with less than one-third of his flesh still struggling in death throes.

"Enough!"

Ma Gusi finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped in to stop this "civil war" that had already spiraled out of control.

Countless black threads erupted from his body, immediately filling the entire battlefield.

The threads looked thin, but the power contained within was terrifyingly strong.

Even Cha Ye couldn't break free from this restraint.

Those threads not only bound the body but also acted directly on a deeper level of anchoring.

"Every time it's like this, Cha Ye."

Ma Gusi's "voice" carried obvious fatigue:

"Can't you be quiet for a while? We prisoners are already miserable enough, and we still have to kill each other?"

(End of Chapter)