Chapter 396

The substitute puppet's movements were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, harvesting the lives of enemies with every swing.

Alpha's maze of consciousness was as fragile as a paper toy in front of it.

The moment the sharp bone blade cut into the core of the maze, those spiritual circuits that had taken hundreds of years to weave meticulously disintegrated like pearls with broken threads.

The puppet had completely mastered the mysteries of the structure of these mazes.

Each spiritual core of the maze was located at the geometric center, connected to a dense network of nerve fibers.

As long as the key connection points were precisely cut, the entire maze would lose its support and collapse with a roar.

"Damn it!"

Alpha's voice echoed throughout the arena, hundreds of brains emitting horrified spiritual fluctuations simultaneously.

The silver nerve fibers twitched violently like an electric shock:

"My maze blueprints have never been leaked. How did that monster see through the secrets of the structure?"

She desperately mobilized the remaining mazes to change formations, trying to trap the puppet with more complex multi-nested structures.

But the learning ability displayed by the puppet had already transcended the scope of common sense.

Every time it devoured the spiritual essence of an consciousness maze, its understanding of this type of construct would increase geometrically.

By the fiftieth maze, the puppet didn't even need to use the bone blade; just a gentle touch on the surface was enough to make the target's spiritual structure disintegrate on its own.

"This learning speed..." Trembling discussions came from the spectator seats:

"It has already exceeded normal cognition... what kind of thing is that guy?"

"Alpha's maze structure is a technology she spent hundreds of years perfecting. How could it be completely cracked by a puppet in a few minutes?"

The puppet's bloody mouth opened again, emitting a hair-raising chewing sound.

Every time it devoured a portion of spiritual essence, the rune patterns on its body would become more complex and precise.

Those patterns were no longer decorations; they had turned into living knowledge carriers, bearing the skills and memories plundered from enemies.

In a short while, all consciousness mazes turned into ruins.

The puppet stood quietly in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by countless wreckage fragments of the mazes.

Those spiritual structures that were precise to the extreme now only had meaningless scattered shells left.

"My hard work... my hundreds of years of hard work!"

Alpha was so angry that she almost lost her sanity, her nerve fiber body twisted and deformed due to extreme anger.

Hundreds of brains emitted piercing spiritual screams simultaneously, trying to attack the puppet's consciousness core directly.

But this level of spiritual impact was as gentle as a breeze for the puppet, which had already evolved multiple spiritual resistances.

The puppet didn't even look back at her, just slowly turned to the next prey.

"You... you dare to ignore me?!"

Alpha's anger instantly broke through the critical point.

She began to mobilize her source power, completely ignoring the rules of the competition, preparing to personally enter the arena and tear this hateful puppet to pieces.

Just as she was about to act, a pressure as heavy as a mountain came from the other side.

That was not a simple display of power, but a pure embodiment of killing intent.

As if an invisible giant sword was hanging over Alpha's head, ready to fall at any time.

This was Nari's warning.

Although there were no words, that naked threat had already explained everything.

Any existence that dared to break the rules and hurt her "child" would face the full retaliation of an angry mother.

Alpha's anger was immediately dispersed by fear.

She could clearly feel the power level displayed by Nari.

That sense of oppression reminded her of the feeling of facing a supreme apostle.

"Forget it... forget it! I'm not playing with you lunatics anymore!"

Alpha retreated tremblingly, her nerve fiber body shrinking rapidly.

She tore open a space crack, preparing to escape this place of right and wrong.

Before leaving, she angrily tore several unlucky spectators around her into pieces.

Those innocent awakeners didn't even have time to scream before they were completely crushed by spiritual tentacles.

But no bystander dared to protest.

In the laws of the Abyss, the strong are the absolute authority, and the lives of the weak are cheaper than grass.

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The subsequent slaughter became even bloodier and crueler.

The "Corrosion Forest" legion launched a new round of attacks first.

Hundreds of huge man-eating flowers opened petals covered with sharp teeth, spraying strong acid capable of dissolving refined steel.

These acids formed a green rain of death in the air, and even the air was corroded to make a "hissing" sound.

The puppet didn't dodge, but instead actively welcomed the area where the acid was densest.

When the corrosive liquid touched its skin, a strange scene occurred.

Not only was the puppet not corroded, it began to greedily absorb these toxins.

Its skin surface emerged with dense micro-pores, crazily absorbing corrosive substances from the surroundings like a sponge.

With the large intake of toxins, the puppet's body began to undergo new adaptive changes.

The skin became as hard as refined steel, while maintaining the flexibility of biological tissue.

"Such rapid adaptive evolution... my god..."

The voices in the spectator seats carried a mixture of awe and jealousy:

"To be able to produce targeted evolution so quickly... what kind of awakener can possess this ability..."

Carola's plant legion soon tasted the bitter fruit.

Those originally proud toxin attacks were completely ineffective in front of the puppet.

Even more desperate was that the puppet also displayed the terrifying ability to directly plunder the life essence of plants.

When its palm pressed on the trunk of a hundred-year-old decaying ancient tree, the life force of the entire tree was instantly drained, turning into a pile of lifeless dead wood.

And the puppet's injuries healed rapidly under the nourishment of this pure life force.

Even the small scars left by previous battles disappeared completely.

Half an hour later, the "Corrosion Forest" legion was completely wiped out.

Although Carola's main body did not participate directly, through the symbiotic connection of the plant network, she could feel the pain when each subordinate died.

That feeling of life force being forcibly extracted made the main body of this plant apostle begin to show signs of withering.

But with Alpha's precedent, she could only leave sadly, not even daring to say many harsh words.

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The attacks of the "Flesh Fusion" legion were more primitive and violent.

Nicholas's spliced monsters had no fancy techniques, only the most direct physical collisions and savage biting.

Each spliced warrior was a masterpiece of biological engineering:

The dragon heart provided a surging magic cycle;

The demon's muscles endowed it with the power to destroy mountains and crack rocks;

And some unknown organs from deeper layers of the Abyss emitted a nauseating twisted aura.

When the first spliced warrior pounced on the puppet, the impact was enough to knock down several city walls.

But the puppet not only didn't retreat, it actively counterattacked.

The moment the two bodies collided, a harsh metallic clashing sound came from the air.

In the contest of pure strength, the puppet undoubtedly occupied the upper hand.

Its hands clamped the head of the spliced warrior like precise pliers, and then began a cruel "anatomical study."

The puppet's fingers were as precise as the sharpest surgical knives, decomposing the opponent's body bit by bit along the splicing seams.

Not simple destruction, but a deep study with a strong learning purpose.

Every time it decomposed an organ, the puppet would carefully "taste" the life essence within, analyzing its structural principles and functional characteristics.

This learning method was cruel and efficient, and every "meal" made its understanding of biological structures more profound.

After the third spliced warrior was completely "dissected," amazing changes appeared on the puppet.

Its muscle density increased significantly, and dragon-specific scale patterns began to emerge under the skin.

The heartbeat in the chest cavity became as powerful as a war drum, and every beat caused the surrounding air to vibrate slightly.

The destruction of the "Flesh Fusion" legion was faster than all previous legions.

Because the puppet had completely mastered their core technology, and was even better than them.

The last dozen or so spliced warriors didn't even dare to approach the puppet, and could only watch helplessly as they were hunted one by one, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

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After continuous rounds of high-intensity slaughter, the state of the substitute puppet began to show obvious problems.

Although every devouring allowed it to obtain new abilities, it also brought huge hidden dangers.

The essence of different types of enemies mixed and reacted within its body, producing extremely complex biochemical conflicts.

The puppet's appearance became increasingly twisted and terrifying, covered with various scars and erosion marks left by battles.

The originally smooth movements began to show obvious stuttering, and the precision of attacks was gradually declining.

The most serious was the accumulation of pollution.

Having absorbed too much heterogeneous energy, the puppet's core consciousness structure began to become extremely unstable.

The red light in its eyes flickered, and the rune patterns on its body surface showed chaotic cross-overlapping.

"Hahaha! It looks like Nari's toy is finally going to break!"

De Lai Er let out a satisfied grin, and the bell in his church body became cheerful:

"My Doomsday Gospel Group will let this blasphemous existence experience what true despair judgment is!"

His legion began to regroup.

After careful observation of the previous rounds, De Lai Er had completely figured out the puppet's combat mode and weaknesses.

Although its adaptability was strong, it had obviously reached the limit of its capacity.

"Revenge angels, prepare for the final holy judgment."

De Lai Er's voice echoed on the spiritual level, and the remaining three fallen angels began to mobilize the fire of revenge that had been accumulated for a long time:

"Let that evil existence that blasphemes holiness taste the true flavor of our holy wrath!"

The discussions in the spectator seats also became active:

"That puppet should really be at its limit; its movements are becoming more and more stiff and sluggish."

"The collective siege of so many revenge units, even if the apostle's main body came personally, would have to be handled carefully."

"This farce is finally coming to an end; Nari's experimental product is just an experimental product after all."

Ma Genusi observed the battlefield situation quietly on the podium, his nine eyes fixed on it.

As a supreme apostle, he could clearly see the true state of the puppet.

Hidden under that superficially powerful disguise were indeed fatal structural defects.

At the same time, he also keenly felt the terrifying pressure coming from the VIP seats.

Nari obviously would not watch her "treasure" be completely destroyed.

If the puppet really fell into a desperate situation, she would likely intervene directly regardless of any rules.

And with the power level she displayed now, even his clone might not be able to stop it.

"This is indeed a dilemma..." Ma Genusi sneered in his heart:

"Let's see how Nari chooses... will she completely expose her strength, or watch her beloved object be destroyed?"

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