Chapter 377: Chaotic Competition

"Correct."

Kro's time cracks began to fluctuate actively:

"The warm-up tournament is about to begin, and this is the best opportunity to probe.

Nari has always fought alone and has never cultivated a structured legion.

In battles conducted by subordinate legions, this disadvantage of hers will be exposed."

"Then, our goal is very clear."

Kampus concluded, his body parts beginning to move synchronously, showing a unified will:

"Use the opportunity of the warm-up tournament to thoroughly probe Nari's true strength.

If she is really just a paper tiger who has gained some superficial power increase, then take the opportunity to severely damage her forces and re-establish the power order."

"If she has indeed gained some new power..."

Kro took over the conversation, time cracks expanding crazily around him:

"Then we must find the source of this power and find a way to use it for ourselves."

"There is one more problem to consider."

Drell's voice became cautious:

"The attitude of the supreme apostles toward this matter. If Nari really gained some special power, those old guys couldn't possibly not have noticed."

"This is indeed a risk."

Kampus's spatial perception began to probe deeper into the Abyss:

"But according to my observations, the supreme apostles have been busy with a large project recently.

The energy fluctuations in the Soul Abyss are extremely violent; it looks like they are preparing for some unprecedented ritual."

"This might be our opportunity."

Kro thought thoughtfully:

"If those old guys are temporarily unable to attend to the small movements on the fifth layer, we have enough time to deal with Nari's problem."

The wills of the three apostles began to unify, and the energy fluctuations in the space became coordinated.

They all understood that when facing a variable with unknown strength, the best strategy was to unite.

"Then, let us start formulating a specific action plan."

Kampus's multiple voices sounded simultaneously:

"The warm-up tournament will start in half a month, and we have enough time to perfect the plan."

In the deep darkness, the low laughter of several apostles sounded intermittently.

………………

The sixth layer of the Abyss, the core area of the Labyrinth Domain.

In the center of this chaos stood a breathtaking giant building—the Chaos Arena.

The arena itself was a work of art, condensed from pure chaotic energy.

From the outside, it looked like a blooming iron flower.

But each "petal" was an independent space fragment, carrying spectator seats from different levels of the Abyss.

These space fragments rotated slowly, occasionally overlapping, allowing spectators from different areas to "visit" and communicate.

Luo En observed all this through consciousness connection, from the perspective of the substitute puppet.

As one of the contestants, the puppet was currently standing in the preparation area at the edge of the arena, surrounded by powerful auras that made one's heart palpitate.

"Truly an impressive building..."

He sighed in his heart, while activating "Extraordinary Identification" to analyze the energy structure around him.

The stability of the entire arena relied entirely on the spider figure suspended at the highest point—the clone of "Void Spider" Magnus.

Countless almost transparent threads extended from him, weaving into a huge spider web covering the entire arena.

This web maintained the stability of the spatial structure and monitored the movements of every participant.

"A very special control method..."

Luo En carefully analyzed the characteristics of these threads through the puppet's perception:

"Each thread is an independent information transmission channel, capable of real-time feedback on all changes in the arena. And..."

He noticed deeper details.

Those threads were not just monitoring tools, but precise spatial anchor points.

Once a situation beyond control occurred, Magnus could instantly cut off the spatial connection of a certain area, isolating the danger within the smallest range.

"This level of spatial manipulation..." He said to himself in his heart: "The strength of a supreme apostle is indeed beyond imagination."

Just then, Magnus's voice spread throughout the arena through mental fluctuations:

"Welcome to the 127th Abyss Warm-up Tournament, rulers of the Abyss!"

The voice contained a strong sense of coercion; even the ferocious mutant species in the spectator seats couldn't help but tuck their tails.

"Today, eighteen legions will participate in the competition, and the winner will obtain priority in the official ranking battle!"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire arena erupted with deafening roars.

Luo En felt this primitive fanaticism originating from the depths of the Abyss through the puppet's senses.

Spectators of all kinds of Abyss creatures sat in the stands:

There were dragon-type mutants covered in metal scales, spitting not fire, but corrosive acid;

There were multi-headed monsters with dozens of eyes, each head roaring at different frequencies;

And there were some existences that completely transcended biological cognition.

Their forms constantly changed in the observer's line of sight, as if reality could not bear their true appearance.

"Let us welcome the first participating legion—'Silent Saint' Drell's 'Doomsday Gospel Group'!"

Accompanied by Magnus's introduction, the space on one side of the arena began to twist.

A crack burning with black flames slowly tore open, from which a hair-raising team walked out.

Leading them were six fallen archangels, but they had completely lost the holiness that angels should have.

The once snow-white wings had rotted into bat-like membrane wings, covered in abscesses and parasites.

The once beautiful and holy faces were now twisted like the worst demons, with fires of hatred for holiness burning in their eye sockets.

They wore tattered holy robes, and the holy emblems on their chests had long been inverted, becoming symbols of blasphemy.

"Drell..."

Luo En carefully observed the apostle's legion through the puppet's perspective, having a deeper understanding of the complexity of the Abyss:

"To be able to corrupt angels to this extent, this mental control technique..."

Following behind the fallen angels were the twisted souls of hundreds of once-devout religious figures.

Priests, paladins, nuns, missionaries... they were all servants of light during their lifetimes, but now they had become the perfect irony of faith.

These souls burned with unquenchable fires of vengeance, which was the anger and betrayal toward the god they once believed in.

The Abyss creatures in the spectator seats erupted with appreciative roars.

In the values of the Abyss, this perfect subversion of light and holiness was the highest form of art.

"Drell's legion is always so... poetic."

A comment came from a certain "poet" in the spectator seats.

It rolled the human head in its palm, its tone carrying obvious appreciation:

"Look at the despair in those angels' eyes; they are simply living works of art."

"Hiss... I prefer the expressions of those priests."

Another voice flicked its tongue and took over: "That complete denial of their former faith is more cruel than any torture."

Magnus's voice sounded again: "Next, let us welcome 'Rift Demon' Kampus's 'Dimensional Rift'!"