Chapter 349

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 gently raised her right hand.

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 to her and lowered its head, as devout as a pilgrimage.

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

Elliot continued to explain:

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

Imagine a wizard who can simultaneously possess the blood demon's regeneration ability, the werewolf's agility, and the abyss spider queen's toxin..."

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

【Current Fourth Seat - Oscar Adelaide (Elemental Garden)

Mental 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 mental power has reached 5.7 scales, also relatively close to the Moon-Shine 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 unprecedented composites.

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

in another sphere, light and darkness intertwined, forming an eerie energy capable of both healing and corrosion...

"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 at the same level."

The scene 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 Trembling Sound)

Mental Power: Approximately 5.6 scales

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

Recent Achievement: Created combat magic-guides with self-awareness, 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 was even more eerie was 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-guided tools he creates all possess extremely high intelligence, not just simple programs."

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

Mental Power: Approximately 5.2 scales

Special Talent: Born blind, but possesses extremely strong inspiration and prophetic ability

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

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

She was beautiful, and although blind, she was surrounded by countless starlight guiding her direction.

"Although Chloe is blind, her prophetic ability is terrifyingly strong." Elliot lowered his voice:

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

Because her background is relatively ordinary, starting late led to a slight lag in mental power accumulation, 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 these few are currently the biggest threats to you, and even the most 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 several other papers previously helped you 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 been focusing on his own research recently and neglected the display of academic results.

"Also..."

Elliot's tone became more solemn, 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 have emerged 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 on the eighth floor of the abyss, rumored to hide the legacy of some ancient Wizard King;

Significant breakthroughs have been made in the conquest of other worlds, three new worlds have been completely occupied, and a large amount of precious resources have been brought back.

"You are relatively isolated in the observatory and 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 scoring might increase."

Facing such a grim situation, Luo En did not show the slightest panic, but instead revealed a confident smile.

That 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 had told him many key pieces of intelligence:

"This intelligence is very valuable to me, especially the detailed data on other competitors."

"Do you have any plans?"

Elliot asked curiously; he understood the personality of this friend, and this confidence was definitely not aimless.

"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 temporarily confidential, but I am quite confident in my results."

He paused for a moment, deep light appearing in his eyes:

"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, not knowing what else to say.

However, the other party 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.

Dai'er 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 to 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 offers hope.

………………

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

The space here itself was a kind of blasphemy.

Thirteen thrones were arranged in the shape of the pupil of a giant eyeball, each made of countless imprisoned souls fused together.

Those once-intelligent beings had now turned into flesh-and-blood components of the seats.

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

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

They kept opening and closing their jaws, making fine chewing sounds, as if still savoring the last fear before death.

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

Fragments of scenes flashed through 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 time, basically all the thrones were occupied by nauseating figures.

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

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

"Another gathering like this..." Ma Ge Si's "voice" carried a sticky sensation that made one's scalp tingle, 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; it was the position of the "Dragon-Headed Demon" Cha Ye.

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

Countless eyes inside gazed in different directions, some observing the present, some peeking into the past, and some trying to gain insight into the future.

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

"Ma Ge Si, what you said... is indeed true. We are indeed like a group of tigers locked in a cage, unable to do anything but roar at each other."

"Corrosion Girl" A Ge Sha on the eighth throne let out a harsh laugh.

This giant monster was currently "exposing her chest," and through the hole in her chest, one could see the squirming heart inside:

"Hahaha... at least we can chat, right? Think of 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 the conquest career of that crazy woman Cassandra provided us with quite a few... fresh materials? The wreckage of those civilizations she destroyed eventually flows to the bottom of the abyss, doesn't it?"

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 fragments of the universe and chaotic matter...

"Original Sin Multi-Faced Beast" Ma La Ji on the ninth throne let out a low roar.

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

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

"Materials? Those are just trash and junk! A Ge Sha, you say it lightly, but which of those truly valuable spoils of war has flowed into our hands?"

The other heads on his body also began to echo:

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

The elf head said sinisterly: "That woman kept the best for herself!" The dragon-species head sprayed sulfur flames: "I 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 the closest to human form.

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

His left arm bent forward, his right arm bent backward, and his head was sometimes upright, sometimes inverted.

"Flesh Sculptor" Bu La De Shi on the twelfth throne was a flesh-and-blood aggregate that constantly changed shape.

Tentacles danced like sea anemones, and every swing left a bloody trail in the air.

Besides these, there were "Skeleton 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 fell like raindrops, making sizzling corrosive sounds on the bone ground.

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

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

The left dragon head had red flames of rage burning in its eyes, with flesh fragments of unknown creatures still remaining between its fangs;

the middle dragon head was cold and ruthless, as majestic as an ancient statue;

the right dragon head carried the pleasure of abuse, its tongue constantly licking the corners of its mouth.

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 floor." The left dragon head of Cha Ye spoke, his voice roaring like thunder:

"Do you know what I saw there? A bunch of damn wizards digging up 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 let out 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 estimate you can't even beat an ordinary Great Wizard; I can take 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 in rage simultaneously, each head spraying flames of different colors from its eyes:

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

"Have your three heads been scanned by a Great Wizard's extinction beam?"

"You bastard whose mother was %￥#*&!"

A Ge Sha's rotten face twisted into a terrifying expression, and a large amount of green pus poured 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, and all three dragon heads revealed mocking smiles.

"Only 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 wails:

"I said you can't even steadily beat an ordinary Great Wizard, and I really wasn't fucking lying!"

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 he finished speaking, Cha Ye's left arm had already slammed toward the nearest A Ge Sha like lightning.

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

A Ge Sha barely extended her corrosive tentacles to block, but the massive impact still blew her and the throne away together.

Her body, composed of rotten organs, fell apart in the collision.

Green pus fell like raindrops, 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, poison, lightning, acid mist, shadow, and pure mental impact.

But Cha Ye's reaction was faster; the right dragon head suddenly turned toward Ma La Ji and opened its giant mouth.

"Shut the fuck up!"

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

Wherever the beam passed, matter directly annihilated, and even the flow of time became distorted.

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

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

"Ahhh—!"

Ma La Ji let out 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.

Bu La De Shi also joined the battle, countless flesh tentacles winding toward Cha Ye's limbs like an octopus.

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

"Is that it?"

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, and thick black liquid sprayed from the cross-sections.

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

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

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

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 living beings who had been tortured to death, now transformed into aggregates of pure malice.

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

Bu La De Shi infinitely expanded his flesh body, wanting to use numerical advantage to suppress Cha Ye.

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, and various reality-distorting abilities turned the entire area into a nightmare battlefield.

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

But the result of the battle had no suspense.

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

He did not 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 their cooperation was seamless;

six arms operated in coordination, combining attack and defense, forming an impeccable combat system;

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

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

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

"Is this all the skill you have to fight me?"

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

Golden dragon blood and green apostle blood mixed together, forming an eerie spiral pattern in the air.

The central dragon head exerted force simultaneously, slamming a punch into A Ge Sha's chest.

The Corrosion Girl's body flew backward like a cannonball, leaving a green trail in the void.

The right dragon head opened its giant mouth, directly devouring most of Bu La De Shi's body.

The Flesh Sculptor let out a desperate scream, the remaining tentacles struggling madly, but they couldn't break free from the dragon's mouth.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, but Cha Ye's advantage became increasingly obvious.

Although he was covered in wounds, the left dragon head was more than half corroded by Ma La Ji's poison.

Two of the six wings were dissolved by A Ge Sha's corrosive power, and the body was covered in piercing wounds left by Bu La De Shi'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 torn off, and the remaining heads were also on their last breath;

A Ge Sha's body was rotting countless times more severely than usual, looking like it could completely decompose at any time;

Bu La De Shi had less than one-third of his flesh left, still struggling in his death throes.

"Enough!"

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

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

The threads looked slender, but the power they contained was terrifyingly strong.

Even Cha Ye could not break free from this binding.

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

"It's like this every time, Cha Ye."

Ma Ge Si's "voice" carried obvious fatigue:

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

(End of chapter)