Chapter 119: New Version Of Anvriel's First Form

Just right a few minutes after MF took up the Champion of Pallas for a fun ride, Foel entered the messed up scene near the barrier of Domeniul Ceresc. The artificial scenery of the mountainous domain was maliciously forged onto a seared mess of rubble and debris and all kinds of scar appeared on the surface.

Foel checked the tracking device she had reapplied to her partner. The location of where she was was found on the far west of Tavaroth Continent right at the center of the Ancient Battlefield.

"I hope nothing severe happened." The mild gush of wind immediately caressed her untied hair. "Guess something happened after all. How come I couldn't detect it from Ouranos Citadel?"

She noticed that numerous layers of the Domeniul Ceresc's barrier had been crippled to 456 layers and she saw Asir and Ain currently trying to repair it. Foel approached them and her expression was definitely not the pleasant kind.

"Asir, Ain, elaborate."

"Lady Foel." Asir immediately detached its flowing energy from the barrier. "A strong Usurper was searching for the Almighty One. The knight named Tuli and I had intercepted the foe but it was too overwhelming for us. At the last moment, Lord Ouroboros was forced to end her seclusion and now she is taking the unrelenting pursuer onto somewhere else."

Foel then saw the long and wide emissions mark from her partner's wings propeller force implanted on the area near them. The burn mark is also quite fresh and calculating the force her husband needed to utilize to create this elongated crater.

'Meshia using her original form, is there something that prevents her from using her Angel Form? To unleash this much of propelling force, in no way that she is fighting an Alcazar Establishment usurper. Could it be?

'A Nascent World Phase Usurper…?'

A slight frown could be seen on her aloof face.

"Thank you for the hard work," Foel added.

"It was certainly not as much as how the Almighty One put on protecting Domeniul Ceresc, her expression was of perpetual rage when the view of destruction came to her vision."

"Your Lord is benevolent to her people more than you think." Foel turned back and took a couple of steps forward. "Your loyalty shall be valued."

The tanomobi soared to the sky, trying to catch up to her partner in case of something bad escalating.

Meanwhile, the Ouroboros herself was descending slowly to the center core of the explosion after everything almost settled down, although the radioactive mushroom was still there. MF felt many new streamlines from the surviving Calamities, both from the simpleton and the intellectual, they were sending a huge amount of 'faith of death' to the harbinger of doom.

"Huehehehe, this is so fruitious."

In just a matter of minutes, MF had accumulated about 25,777 bits of 'faith of death' from the witness of the nuclear shenanigan she had ensued.

'I wonder if I can rank up in the portfolio, maybe I'll ask about it to Suwa later on the next meeting of the Lunatic Runagate. Then again, she hasn't told me when it will be held.'

In contrast to her former jet-black themed version of Anvriel's First Form, she had taken the nerdy modification of her divine form into the next level.

Her appearance now was a combination of white and black. Part of her hair pigment appears black and white in some other parts. Taking it more to her coloring sessions, she had her left pupil to be black and white in the right eye. Her cheeks were covered with grey scaly plated armor and so was her neck.

It definitely didn't add anything but it was cool and more intimidating. When she had the chance to customize her magnum opus, might as well utilize it.

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The customizer also added an extra set of bone joint on top of her wings that overlapped with monochrome armor plate over it, traveling through the top part of limb inside the feather and onto a giant skeleton hands at the edge of the wings' thumb joint that she could control like it was part of her own body. Black veins could be seen on the armored part.

These modifications didn't obstruct her flying capability and it actually enhanced her fighting flexibility because her wings had become an extra pair of bigger hands with feathery gliders.

The next one was her torso. MF latched an extra scaly armor akin to a dragon on some part of her skins, especially her right arm that had overalls fortification like with lengthened claw. Although she left her belly and waist exposed and only added a little coverage on her current nonexistent breast.

Of course, her left arm couldn't be implanted with much protection due to her Divine Artifact that was existing and had already replaced her left arm as a whole.

Besides, the gauntlet was already strong as it was now.

Her legs were fully covered with segmented fortifications of hard grey dragonoid plated scale. Not to mention, the four meter long grey armored tail from her that had a segmented spike on both sides with a pink stinger at the end. A concentrated spike of sakuradite.

Her current appearance was more of a high ranked Overlord-type Calamity than an Angel. If she were about to appear in Kratos Citadel, the whole association might instantly deemed a certain Singularity happening.

This ominous entity stopped in the air just a few meters above the ground. With dominating presence, she crossed both of her arms, waiting for the dust to reveal what was the remains of the so-called Champion of Pallas.

A bright green could be perceived slipping from the crevice of the cracked glinting armor that had lost its illumination. Inside of it was a skeleton burning with greedy green. His body had definitely been destroyed but his soul was still latching onto its skeleton as if that bone structure had been blessed by God.

The Angel let out an eerie booming whisper, "So you're recovering. Truly, your god must've loved you to the extent of trying to preserve your body."

MF felt a gushing energy coming from a strange source of connection. It was definitely in the form of divinity. So if she was about to wait more minutes, the Champion of Pallas might've been fully recovered and would come stronger than ever.

"As if I would let that happen."

MF crafted a large piece of bio-artifact in the form of a blunt sword, fueled with 5,000 bits of 'faith of death'.

"Die."

She then hurled the instant bio-artifact onto the resurrecting Champion of Pallas. Ending the feud of divine entities anticlimactically.

She wasn't afraid of Pallas, and certainty, the God of Warcraft was more terrified than being aggroed by the Ouroboros. Although it definitely won't stop the mocked God to plan for a revenge in the future.

The titanic silhouette on the sky hid itself among the stars, never to be seen again.

Right before MF began her journey to her beloved Domeniul Ceresc, she stopped right at the cloud of the Ancient Battlefield. Most of the sky was cleared from airborne Calamities because of the nuke so she had a clear vision from there to everything beneath her.

She sprawled her dense consciousness strings and started to harvest the huge amount of 'void' within the area.

"These abundant 'void' might be useful in the future."

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