"Sizzling!"
Outside the top layer of the stone tower enveloped by "Matilda", there was a continuous emission of extrely terrifying auras, either like the colliding flashes of a giant dragon, or branches mixed with pink petals, or divine lights resembling golden gazes...
For the Ideal Country, those powerful forces of the Nineteenth Rank were indeed Destroying Heaven and Earth. Mixed with the attacks from other Mythical Species, they made the flesh monster on the stone tower roar in agony at this mont.
"Uaaah!"
The sharp scream of a woman, the deep groan of a man, the high-pitched cry of an infant seed to blend into one. The sheer sound alone left one’s mind in turmoil, especially for Fisher, who was surrounded on the top of the stone tower.
"No! What are you doing? My Matilda...No!!"
Margaret, entangled by the Destiny Loom, obviously sensed the offensive from several powerful Mythical Species outside. Under their fierce attacks, the chaos that was constantly whistling above beca increasingly unstable. But relying on the World Tree Tear embedded and the continuously absorbed Death Authority, that terrifying infant possessed almost infinite proliferative Life Energy and destructive power.
However, it was Margaret’s nearly pathological maternal instinct that made her unable to bear seeing her "daughter hurt", so she panickedly raised her hand, intending to use the loom to accelerate the extraction of the Death Authority once more.
Now, her daughter was nearly "resurrected". The next step was to use Authority to open the road to the [Ultimate], so that she and her daughter could safely return ho.
But at this mont, a sonic boom rang out behind her. Margaret’s figure flickered and once again, as if foreseeing, her pupils slightly narrowed as she fiercely waved her hand to collide with Fisher’s power behind her.
"Whoosh!"
With a loud bang, the two figures simultaneously retreated backward. Fisher plumted towards the pool below, wanting to rescue Tangze Asuka first, but Margaret had seen through his thoughts. Fully enraged by attacks from both the inside and outside, she could no longer suppress her fury, roaring at Fisher,
"You native... since you so wish to die, I’ll fulfill your wish!"
Feeling her mother’s anger, the "Matilda" above also roared furiously. The nearby wall of flesh that tightly enclosed the room instantly transford into a howling attack. The intense aura of death and chaos, coupled with Margaret’s assault using the Destiny Loom from behind, left Fisher struggling to fight back.
Under the influence of "Destiny", ti and space around him beca bizarre, as if this place had turned into a fantasy scene like Jianmu Palace or the top of the Northern Sema Snow Mountain.
With a wave of Margaret’s hand, a strange ripple instantly struck Fisher, who couldn’t evade mid-air. In an instant, his limbs and head were separated by divided space, though still connected, but remarkably appearing in different locations.
Under the ceiling, above the floor, by the pool...
Seeing that she had already caught Fisher, Margaret’s expression didn’t relax at all, because in the next mont, right before her eyes, the loom ability that could temporarily be called "All-Seeing" suddenly beca blurred, like a television suffering from so unknown signal interference.
Simultaneously, the ∞ symbol on Fisher’s body started to shine again, and as the rule-defying power lit up, the surrounding rules began to shatter piece by piece, instantly returning his separated body to its original space.
But Margaret’s attention at this mont was not on him. She suddenly waved her hand, using the loom’s power to blast him away, taking advantage of the mont just as Fisher recovered.
That Power of Destiny directly severed Fisher’s newly restored right hand. He gritted his teeth as he flew backward, crashing onto the ground, causing layer upon layer of cracks.
The hand that had been knocked away grotesquely sprouted countless flesh tendrils in mid-air, making even Fisher’s scalp tingle as they unfathomably grew nearly infinitely, pulling back to his severed shoulder, swiftly reattached with a "swish."
"Hiss..."
Fisher squinted his eyes, gasping from the intense pain.
But like Margaret, he didn’t even have ti to observe the miraculous changes in his own body, nor to notice the dreadful whispers beginning to echo in his ears once again.
At this mont, both he and Margaret were sowhat bewilderedly looking towards the direction of the pool.
Under the surveillance of the loom, which seed to be under so interference and thus ineffective, Margaret found nothing. But when she looked into the pool with her own eyes, she suddenly discovered that the deep pool had sohow been completely stained with blood, turning into a crimson red.
And inexplicably, just by looking at that scarlet color in the water, an involuntary sense of foreboding rose within Margaret, even causing the "Matilda" above, constantly bombarded by the three Nineteenth Rank Mythical Species outside, to beco uneasy, roaring madly at the pool...
At the very next second, a moist and pale hand abruptly erged at the edge of the pool, fiercely gripping the ground outside it.
The five fingers embedded into the ground as if to dig in, pressing fiercely onto the earth while pulling the owner of the hand slowly crawling out from the pool...
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