Heaven Over Hope Transition: Fake Ouroboros VS Damascus Vy Clezakh
The incendiary smoke came from the edges of MF's grin through her teeth; it was then set ablaze the moment it got in contact with the peripheral armor of fire that coated MF and the air in a 30 meter vicinity.
The fiery environment together with the gigantic torches of war satisfied the Erinyes of the grand stage that laid in front of her.
"F-fantastic!" Damascus summoned a giant complicated lance made out of innumerable golden machineries from her assimilated circuit formation. She then aimed it at her adversary below. "I might not be able to kill an ancient entity, but I'm sure as hell that I will be enjoying the process!"
MF overclocked her marrow to produce more blood at an extreme pace. She conjured more fiery one-edged swords in each hand, preparing herself to slice and dice an Erinyes from the underworld with glee—is what Tuli's thought because in actuality, MF was sweating heavily due to the amount of pressure she got from this situation.
Then again, the sweat would probably be immediately vaporized into—vapor, if she actually sweated.
The opening of the showdown was about to commence, but the serious tone plummeted by Tuli's scream in the background.
"AAARGHHHH!! I'M BURNING!!!"
Tuli then immediately coated herself with fire-extinguishant and anti-heat formations. She still wasn't sure of what she would need to do to support her new master, just like a cat without her whiskers. Although she definitely knew that the fight would not end anytime soon.
MF took every type of iron ore within the surrounding mountains, extracting them with her long thread of fiery blood.
She retracted every hazardous blood she planted on lumps of rock from mother nature together with the precious ore-like materials. MF then used it to strengthen her wings and sword, equipping her nanomachine-like blood cells with dangerous spikes to shred her enemy if she was able to land a strike.
Damascus conjured 69 absolute layers of protection; it needed a force equivalent to a city-destroying missile to pierce one of it, but it had a different effect to a more powerful force.
Each barrier could nullify anything beyond the determined force. So her enemy needed a powerful consecutive attack to chipped the barrier effectively. A single extreme attack won't destroy multiples of the barrier.
Even a world-ending impact would only break one of the barriers if it only struck one time, meaning that she had 69 lives before MF could land any real damage to her.
She took the initiative to soar high in the hopes of planning a great array in the sky. Her giant battle puppet rushed to block MF, only to be outmaneuvered as it was too slow to catch up.
MF was suspicious of her action, her instinct and intuition might be more perceptive than she thought. Then again, it was only a matter of adapting in case of extreme emergencies. As much as MF wanted to be passive, only by being aggressive could she put pressure against the lady of the throne through the fight.
The six thrusters on her wings boomed the surrounding environment with shockwaves due to the sheer amount of propulsion that the rocket made.
Tuli happened to be near the take-off area and she was pushed by the air into the broken, flaming mountain nearby.
"HUEEEEEEKKK!!"
Just like before, the 'Icarus' on steroids managed to catch up to the source of light above. Damascus conjured a killing formation in an instant, although a little weaker than what she had planned because of the nonexistent prep time. It was definitely enough to kill MF if she didn't try hard enough.
"Seven Sign! Catastrophic Stripe!"
A tube barrier with the width of the mountain stretched through the conjured formation circles, enrapturing MF within it. Another seven circle-formations were formed on the luminescent walls, interconnecting with its other counterpart at the other side of the spectrum and accelerating in a downhill spiral pattern.
In the half blink of the eye that a normal mortal could accomplish, the descending formations spawned a ray of devouring light horizontally within the sky-height tube. Numerous instances have already spawned and they approached MF's position at a different pace.
There might be some gaps within the falling pillars but MF couldn't subsequently dodge them all to reach Damascus. So she combined her swords and every blood she had accumulated to create a thick umbrella.
Like an untargetable dragonfly, MF maneuvered through all of the deadly rays, leaving toxic incendiary fog that blazed behind.
MF positioned her wings' ends toward the sky to slow down, precisely stopping at Damascus' face. "Greetings."
In a second, the fiery devil used her burning umbrella like a mace. Her attack bounced off. Countless small circle-formations were conjured to pierce through MF's body but to no avail, she was too fast even for Damascus.
Like a heat-seeking missile, the battle puppet immediately ascended to intercept the flying devil. Either it was due to luck or an elaborate sequence of attacks that Damascus had planned, they managed to lower MF's guard as the giant fist from the battle puppet managed to deal severe damage to her internal organs and bones.
"Tch!" Even with the hellish pain clouding her judgement, MF used her physical energy to heal most of the damage in an instant. Not afraid of taking it a little bit further, MF overclocked her 'Mana Reactor' to regenerate high amounts of mana to fuel more destructive blood and massive healing capabilities in exchange for turning her into a berserker state.
Her 'Symbol Pill' reacted. Her soul took MF's chain of action as a 'Movement Verse' due to the extreme intensity, pain, and emotion that was put into it.
Six symbols had been created: Pain, Revolt, Rage, Diligence, Hatred, and Healing. MF immediately got enlightened in the spur of a moment, the subconscious strings began to encapsulate the six symbols into a pill.
The pill of 'Revenant Berserker' had been acquired. Her other symbol pill, 'Overshadowed Revolution' reacted, and a small conflict ensued between both pills that orbited her soul.
"AAAARGHHHH!!"