chsdbacks Chapter 753 Tearing
Chapter 753 Tearing
The stream of light pierced through the golden light on the Dharma image's chest, then through the chest and head of the true body, creating a huge hole in Jemin's upper body with a diameter comparable to a small town, before disappearing into the depths of the endless chaotic void.
Viola hovered at a safe distance, quietly watching Jemin's true form, which had been blasted away and had its head smashed.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth and laughed out loud without any attempt to hide it.
The laughter was crisp and bright, with a hint of malice, and it came through the encrypted channel between the two clearly.
"How is it?"
She laughed until she was done before slowly speaking, her tone still carrying the lingering feeling of watching a show.
"Did you figure out what type of attack it was?"
Jemin's damaged true form stabilized itself in the void.
Only a small portion of his head remained. The area on his forehead where the vertical eye was located was intact, but most of his face had disappeared, leaving only the dark golden tissue inside that was writhing rapidly.
A huge hole was blasted through his chest, below his neck.
The flesh at the edges is growing and reshaping at a visible rate.
The newly formed muscle fibers wove together layer by layer like weaving cloth, and the broken bones reformed from the fractures, emitting a low and subtle friction. In the blink of an eye, most of the injuries on Jemin's body had healed.
While he was grimacing as he repaired his physical form, he was also rapidly analyzing the data from the attack in his mental sea.
"I understand now, the opponent is using a pure high-compression energy attack."
Jemin spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of approval of the attack.
"It doesn't have any special properties; it simply compresses the energy of the celestial level into an extremely small cross-sectional area and then unleashes it all at once. The power is indeed formidable; even the frontal defense of a typical level seven creature might not be able to completely withstand it."
He moved his newly healed shoulder, feeling the fit between the new bone and the original bone, and raised an eyebrow slightly. The power of that attack had indeed exceeded his expectations.
The gameplay is rough and lacks any fancy attributes.
However, the salvo from tens of thousands of warships was clearly the result of extremely precise coordination and focusing. The dark red beam of light then forcefully concentrated the originally dispersed energy into a single point, causing the energy density to surge to a terrifying level in an instant.
Given Viola's physical condition, she would have been seriously injured if she had taken that hit.
After all, even without any special effects, the sheer intensity of energy, once it exceeds a certain limit, can cause severe damage to the soul. Therefore, judging from the situation just now, it was indeed the optimal solution for him to rush to the front.
However, he was indeed "tricked" by Viola.
Jemin straightened up, his fully healed jaw twitching slightly in mid-air, the bones making a soft clicking sound. He turned his head to look at Viola, who was still laughing beside him, his expression somewhere between helplessness and resignation.
"Senior, your perverse sense of humor remains unchanged."
Upon hearing this, Viola smiled even more brightly, clearly not intending to deny it at all.
Jemin was too lazy to argue with her anymore.
He first quickly organized the data he had casually observed while being beaten in his mental sea before speaking to report.
"During that salvo just now, I sensed the complete troop deployment within the enemy's plane." Jemin squinted, constantly processing the data he had just collected in his mind. "There are tens of thousands of level six creatures and level six warships, as you saw, senior. However, among these level six units, there are also hundreds of level seven creatures and eight level eight creatures."
He paused here, and the vertical eye between his eyebrows turned slightly.
Actually, the level 7 creatures were alright, but the eight level 8 creatures were very well hidden, completely concealing themselves inside the warship and using various means to conceal their existence.
Unfortunately, their presence was still detected by Jemin using his True Illusion-Piercing Eyes.
"This should be about all the troops they've stored on this platform. Should we attack or not?"
Jemin said this calmly, almost excessively so.
After all, numbers like "hundreds of level seven and eight level eight" would be enough to make any normal level five wizard want to give up immediately.
If it were really just Jemin alone, he would have to think it over carefully, but since there was also Viola, Jemin wasn't too worried.
As expected, Viola didn't even blink, and even slightly curved the corners of her lips.
"Of course we... will continue."
The answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Jemin sighed; he had expected this outcome.
Viola's strength is undeniable; her Law of Pain is ridiculously powerful when facing creatures that inherently possess the concept of "pain."
As long as the enemy can't kill her instantly, she can become like a perpetual motion machine that gets stronger the more she fights, becoming more and more ferocious.
Although he himself was only level five, his defense had long been reinforced by the body tempering technique through multiple iterations.
With one attacking and the other defending, if they really went all out, they might not be without a fighting chance.
Moreover, those level seven and eight creatures have not yet shown up.
This suggests that these creatures are likely even more afraid than they are.
After all, although Jemin's time exploring the dimension was short, he collected more than one signal of fear.
The only problem is that if we really continue playing, I'll definitely be the striker again.
"Alright."
Jemin turned around resignedly.
The dual Dharma form condensed and took shape in the void once more, the dark golden light rapidly reforming behind him, transforming into a golden phantom five hundred kilometers high. This time, he specifically reinforced the chest and head areas of the Dharma form to prevent it from being blasted through by the same barrage as before.
The outline of the Dharma form slowly straightened in the void, and its enormous palm once again gripped the edge of the dimensional barrier, which had shrunk considerably. Then, it exerted its power suddenly.
boom!!!
He forcefully tore the crack open to both sides again, and the terrifying spatial pulling force made the entire void emit a low groan.
Immediately afterwards, Jemin's true form slowly squeezed into the plane once again.
This time, instead of just inserting half his body as before, he gradually sank his entire upper body into the crack, his arms bracing against the barriers on both sides, continuing to expand the forcibly torn wound in the sky.
The octopus-man fleet inside the plane certainly wouldn't sit idly by and let him brazenly barge in.
Inside the flagship command center, the octopus-man leader's whiskers had turned mostly white.
He stared intently at the enormous, dark gold figure on the screen that was slowly squeezing into the sky, his commands almost never ceasing.
"Launch the space annihilation bomb!"
Dozens of silver-white missiles roared out of the launch silos of various warships, trailing long plumes of flame, like a group of meteors tearing through the night sky, heading straight for Jemin's Dharma image.
The warheads exploded in mid-air before they even got close.
But it wasn't an explosive in the ordinary sense; it was a strategic weapon that could create continuously collapsing spatial collapse zones at the point of impact.
The golden light surrounding the Dharma image was violently torn at the edge of the collapsed area, creating several visible cracks. The light at the edges of the cracks flickered uncertainly in the distorted space, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.
Jemin glanced down at the collapsed spatial vortexes, but his hands didn't stop for a second.
Space obliteration?
Compared to the impact of the Reflection Dimension Channel, which directly erases everything, this level of attack can only be considered a miniature version at best.
He's been through even worse!
So, facing this attack, Jemin neither dodged nor avoided it, and continued to exert his strength.
"Launch the strategic-class singularity concussion cannon!"
Another order was issued.
A visible gravitational wave suddenly erupted from the stern of an exceptionally large battleship.
Wherever the fluctuations passed, the air was directly compressed into plasma, and the spatial structure was violently deformed under the pull of gravitational tides, as if an entire void passage had been twisted into a pretzel.
boom!
The shockwave cannon struck the Dharma image squarely in the chest.
The golden protective layer was instantly smashed, creating a massive dent tens of kilometers in diameter. The golden light at the edges of the dent fluctuated wildly, as if it might shatter at any moment. Jemin's true form inside the Dharma image was also shaken by the impact, but quickly regained its stability.
He sensed the extent of the damage and quickly made a record in his mental sea.
This attack was indeed quite powerful, enough to penetrate part of the Dharma Image's defenses.
However, compared to the high-compressed energy attack launched by tens of thousands of ships in a salvo just now, the energy density is still significantly lower.
"Use the dissociation field!"
A pale green force field emanated from the shield generators of each ship, quickly enveloping Jemin's Dharma form.
In that instant, it was as if the entire void was covered by a layer of dim emerald film.
Inside the force field, the strong and weak interactions between particles were forcibly weakened, and fine cracks immediately appeared on the golden light on the surface of the Dharma image, like a piece of golden glass about to shatter.
Jemin looked down at the cracks, his vertical eye between his brows shifting slightly.
The principle of dissociation force field is to break the binding energy of matter at the molecular level, and the effect was indeed quite good on the first contact.
But that's about it.
His body-strengthening method began to operate almost instinctively, adaptively adjusting to the frequency band of the dissociation force field.
The crack stopped spreading after a few breaths and then began to heal slowly.
Seeing that the attack was still ineffective, the tentacles on the octopus leader's face had turned almost bloodless.
He continued to issue orders, but the confidence in his voice was visibly fading away.
"What else can be used...?"
"Play all your cards!"
In an instant, all sorts of trump cards began to pour down on Jieming.
Particle storms, phase tearing, entropy-increasing fields, dimensional cutting...
Each one of them, taken individually, is enough to make an ordinary level six wizard avoid its sharp edge.
However, even when these attacks landed on Jemin, at best they would only have a limited effect.
The second time it is used, its power is significantly reduced, and by the third time it is almost completely ineffective.
Only the initial, purely high-compression energy salvo can barely maintain a relatively stable destructive force.
But that would require tens of thousands of warships to charge up simultaneously, making continuous launches impossible.
Amidst the fleet, an octopus-faced operator's fingers trembled wildly on the controls, while his tentacles constantly adjusted parameters on the screen, trying to find a logic in the detection data that could explain the absurd scene before him.
He failed.
He turned to look at his companion beside him and found that the other's whiskers were trembling just like his own.
"Is this the apostle of the end times?"
He asked the question in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, his voice filled with an overwhelming fear that even he couldn't suppress.
The companion did not answer.
But the octopus-faced people around them all heard it.
For a moment, silence spread like a tide throughout the command center.
Many of the octopus-faced people present had actually heard of the name of the calamity known as the "Apostles of the End."
In multi-ethnic intelligence systems, this term occasionally appears in the highest-level alerts.
However, those reports are often vague, only providing some unclear parameters and exaggerated descriptions.
Most people thought they were just special monsters born from strange and unknown rules.
Although they possessed immense power, they were merely savage and primitive beings.
Some even privately mocked the troops sent to the front lines to defend against the Apostles of the End.
It's just facing a group of primitive creatures, why be so nervous?
But today, for the first time, they truly witnessed the horror of this natural disaster.
The data on the screen is still refreshing, and the target energy level remains stable at level five.
A tiny level 5 creature, yet it bore the full firepower of the entire expeditionary fleet, tearing through the dimensional barrier layer by layer, like cracking open a nut.
Those strategic weapons that are powerful enough to evaporate a small plane of space might leave some trace the first time, but the second time they're practically insignificant.
Dissociation field, spatial annihilation, singularity oscillation... each of these are top-tier attack methods that could be written into textbooks, but in front of him, they are like snowballs that a child casually throws.
Their worldview is being smashed to pieces, punch by punch.
More and more octopus-faced operators are starting to lose control of their fingers and are on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Many of the octopus-men's tentacles were trembling like sieves.
After all, their respiratory organs are located at the base of their tentacles, and the more they try to take a deep breath, the more their tentacles tremble.
Meanwhile, Jemin was focused intently on pressing into the interior of the plane.
The body-forging technique also rapidly adapted and evolved amidst the relentless attacks.
Each time an attack hits his body, his body will automatically perform an iterative optimization for that type of attack.
Later on, apart from the high-compression salvo that combined the energy of tens of thousands of warships, which could make him retreat a distance, all other fancy special attacks hit him like raindrops hitting a stone slab, and even the golden light of the Dharma Image could not stir up much of a ripple.
He could sense that the level seven and eight creatures hidden deep within the fleet were still concealing themselves.
However, he didn't actively seek them out.
At this rate, it will only take a few more hours for him to completely break through the dimensional barrier.
By then, they won't be able to hide even if they want to.