These stingers and claws all exude a slight pink hue.
This is the [Alice Virus] that spreads through contact, and it’s the special enhanced version.
If dealing with a normal Fifth Order Legendary whose body is still mortal, just one batch of the original virus would be enough.
This thing originally cos from the demigod body of the [Mother of Monsters] soaked in the Sea of Origin Matter, possessing an extrely high level of mysticism, making immunity near impossible once affected.
But it’s still too slow to take effect on mythical creatures or gods.
The [Chaos Beast Horde] injected divine aura into the Alice Virus, and their representative divine domain [Chaos Nest] granted it an additional enhancent, adding the trait of "community."
As a result, the improved [Alice Virus] would continuously divide in the host like cancer cells, giving birth to one, two, three... even hundreds of Alices.
Moreover, they would compete for affection with strong jealousy, not allowing the host to court others.
Before waiting for the "Perfect Lover" Alice to attend to the host’s daily needs, fattening him up, the host would be divided clean by countless Alices... with machetes.
Thus, it could also be called [Alice Virus (Harem Edition)]!
"Your Majesty, your fate is experiencing abnormal turbulence, be cautious."
A warning from [Boneless One] Ivana suddenly rang in Byron’s ear.
At the sa ti, [Mother Nature] and [Baron Saturday] nearby seed to throw caution to the wind against Teris and Violet’s deadly blows and launched a brazen attack on Byron.
The forr transford into a pot-bellied, fat banyan tree, sending a green [Entangling Force Field] towards Byron, only to be hit by Teris’s [Breeding] authority, helplessly sprouting aerial roots all over its body, which grew into countless little banyan trees.
Thus, its power rapidly declined.
The latter, the god of the crossroads, controlling the boundary between life and death, activated its authority atop its divine domain [Crossroads], pushing virtually yet decisively towards Byron’s back, steering him towards a fate of death.
Yet Violet took the opportunity to nearly explode half of its life, shattering its bones everywhere.
Three powers combined, all just to poison Byron.
To let him split into his own harem, then let the "beloved consorts" all fall into the abyssal maws, becoming a part of the Chaos Beast Horde.
In Byron’s storm elf state, his thought speed was as quick as lightning.
He realized this was the ultimate trap set by the "traitor."
Having been forewarned by Ivana before the battle, he was ntally prepared.
According to the mystical rules of the Path of Destiny, whatever force you apply to fate, it will give back a corresponding corrective force.
The timing is crucial if one wants to counter the opponent with this point.
Moreover, the backlash from being struck is stronger than not being struck.
Without hesitation, Byron unleashed the Unity of All Things, communicating with the [Myriad Wings Angel], then seemingly beyond control t one of the claws.
Last ti Luohate summoned the [Myriad Wings Angel] for a Saint Descent.
The rank comparable to that of the creator itself allowed [the One Whose Na Cannot Be Said] to remain unseen, unable to rewrite history through this pivotal side character amid the vortex.
Though Byron’s na was exposed, a rank alone was sufficient to resist the opponent’s manipulations of fate.
At the mont of brushing past the claw, he resisted fate, allowing a trace of [Alice Virus (Harem Edition)] to fall into the nether river water prepared in advance.
The next mont.
Byron didn’t split into Alice, but the body of the "traitor" far outside the Red Maple White Dew Palace of the Iris Kingdom suddenly shuddered.
A thunderclap suddenly struck his ear, leaving his brain montarily blank.
Once regained his senses, he found himself unhard.
No teorites, floods, earthquakes, hail... or any natural disasters happened outside.
While puzzled, he suddenly noticed his left hand started moving on its own, picking up the quill pen dropped on the desk and on Byron’s next page, began writing a new divine biography:
"The One Whose Na Cannot Be Said; the first poet, writer of the Hall Sequence; the lonely soul wandering through history; the alterer of human civilization;
the pitiable soul chasing paternal love yet unable to find his father anywhere; rcurius..."
Snap!
His right hand grasped the left hand, stopping it from writing further.
The "traitor" could no longer maintain the original calm deanor, looking fearfully at the adjacent mirror.
In the mirror appeared a young man clad in a white shirt, with gold-rimd glasses on his nose, exuding a scholarly air.
But at this mont, his right face was filled with terror, while his left side was smiling joyfully:
"Hello, my ’human nature aspect.’
Though we know each other best, this first eting in such manner is truly refreshing.
As your ’divine aspect,’ I sincerely hope you can be a good person.
However, given your excessive malevolence, let administer just punishnt to you and... execute you with my own hands!"
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