Chapter 209: Partial Divine Transformation

With the Ouroboros trying to negotiate with the two foreigners, Damascus continued her lesson for the disciples of Lautus Tunguska.

She transported them all into different spots scattered near the vicinity outside of Domeniul Ceresc. Each of them were protected and trapped within a small dome of energy, deterring all kinds of future escapees' mindset.

The disciples' missions were simple to gather and made their respective target to spill as many words as they could. Forcing the captured into submission. Using any kind of method was allowed, even all kinds of abomination torture that they could think of.

Damascus then only needed to supervise the disciples from afar. Of course, as of currently, she was much more focusing on seeing how her Lord was able to play out the interaction with two ultimate lifeforms within the gigantic concealment dome that she had established.

Right after MF had offered the two of them to come to her territory, the Queen of the Apocalypse had finally taken her sight from the plump and rich pair of mountains. Her gaze and the crimson phantom intersected, the two of them then nodded in union, as if they were agreeing on something.

'I wondered if I'm able to see more massacres soon,' the crimson phantom thought as she put on a nonchalant grinning of anticipation. 'Destroying a world after world became boring after it was done a lot of time. Knowing that this timeline is on its prime of utter obliteration, It will be great if I can torture one or two people after we goes to her abode.

'Now that I mentioned it, did I sense a mixture of Void within her blood. There is also a subconscious energy of faith too, a lot of them. Is she an Evil Deity? Is Pitka in danger at this rate?

'Wait, that runic shiny circle above her head, could it be that of an Angel…?'

The Queen of the Apocalypse put her gaze on MF's boobs once again. MF had just noticed that the crimson phantom was actually staring at her shifting runic halo that was in the process of awakening. If not for the sudden huge killing intent that the phantom had emitted, MF wouldn't know that the eyes behind the front hair bang was onto something else.

"Meshia, my friend. I will gladly accept—"

The crimson phantom floated forward as she pushed her partner aside. MF felt a huge disturbance in energy wavelength, so she immediately backed off from her position in an instant by redirecting her rocket wings' muzzle to the front.

At the same time of her sudden burst of propulsion, MF noticed that the crimson phantom had changed her location faster than anything she could perceive. By tracking down the streamline of intent, MF was able to keep up and eventually sighted the horrifying phantom instantly appearing right above her, hurling a fist of giant gauntlet.

'How fast is she? Is she using a teleportation technique!?' MF could do nothing but wait for the destructive impact to land on her. If not taken seriously, the impact could probably kill her in an instant.

MF immediately shifted her vessel into Anvriel's First Form. With the speed and perception increase, she immediately put her winged giant skeleton limbs protruded from her back to guard her above.

At the last nanosecond, the fist that was hurled by the crimson phantom had abruptly opened her fingers and grabbed at MF's skeleton-hands covered wings. In quick succession, the crimson phantom shifted her hurled momentum to the other arm and grabbed at the petite body of the Pseudo-Angel.

After that, the crimson phantom immediately propelled the Ouroboros onto the ground using her open hand that was grabbing the wings.

The force that was put into the momentum was enough to levitate the majority of the sand within the dune inside the concealment dome. A spiral of storms was created in the aftermath.

MF's propelled body was travelling faster than twenty times the speed of sound to the ground. The blast created a tremoring shockwave that dug a huge crater, revealing the plate of earth as the spewed sand rained down the exclusive overkill parade of a mere throw from the crimson phantom.

Before MF could do anything, her chest was stomped by the crimson phantom. A seemingly white liquid of red was gushing out from her mouth, trying to escape the cramped vessel of the heavenly figure.

"What are you?" asked the crimson phantom.

"What do you mean!?" MF painstakingly replied as she tried to move away the phantom's feet from her.

"You're an Angel, a Deity, a Calamity, and a Mortal at the same time." A sadistic wide grin full of jagged teeth was openly arched upon her cheeks. "Nevertheless, if you're within the roots of Heavenly Order, then I'm afraid that I must erase your existence."

The crimson trace redirected her gauntlet onto the Pseudo-Angel's face, accumulating an orb of dark red energy in front of her palm.

In an instant, the energy orb was nulled out from existence and both of the giant gauntlets got cuffed once again. Behind the long-eared crimson phantom, appeared to be Pitka who grabbed at her partner's jet black hair.

"Idiot Lues, who told you to attack right away??"

Pitka hurled her partner away and aggressively threw her into the wall of descending sand in the background. Her throwing strength was enough to open a huge hole that spanned hundred meters in all directions of the curtain of sand.

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Pitka brushed both of her palm to clean away the sand before appearing to be peeking on the edge of MF's frame.

"Are you okay? You look extremely dead right now," said Pitka with a droopy expression.

"I-I'm fine…" MF couldn't feel anything, even though her divine angel form was rapidly regenerating, she couldn't really feel anything other than excruciating pain. "Give me some time to recover."

"I'm sorry about that partner of mine. She seems to stupidly came late into conclusion that you have an Angel's Approval on top of your head. As you can see, we utterly despise the Heavenly Order and that Illfraz over there was too preoccupied on cracking the Akashic Record of this world.

"Though don't worry. Unlike her, I'm not dumb enough to conclude you to be one within the heaven that easily."

"What…?"

MF's mind was having a hard time to calibrate and match the wavelength of the speech that Pitka had omitted. 'Did she just say an Illfraz!?'

"Anyway." Pitka picked up the petite form of MF by the armpits. "You're weirdly unattractive within this form, can you change back?"

"... I could, but promise me that your partner won't attack me out of nowhere."

"Don't worry," said Pitka with a poker face. "She might be having an evil thought all the time like 'how to mercilessly inflict pain on you' or 'how to disassemble your organ while you're alive', but she is a good sister of mine who took care of me for a long time."

"I'm definitely unassured by your debunking of the phantom's thoughts."

After that, MF changed her form to her original vessel as she fixed her apparel using the dark seed of creation. Pitka who diligently spectated on the process seemed to be amazed with her unrelenting gaze of curiosity that she protruded.

From the shadow of the Queen of the Apocalypse, peeked the crimson phantom with only her head out of the darkness. She was pouting, gazing rather dissatisfied with her partner.

Pitka then plucked the crimson phantom by her hair, revealing the cuffed dangerous devil that may or may not kill MF at any second.

"Lues, apologize."

"Wait, I have good intentions." Lues put on a frowned grin. "Not to mention, she gave off a huge wavelength of divine energy in that petite form."

"You know, that anyone could do that too if they were able to replicate the otherworldly biology of the Angel's body." Pitka then dropped the frowning devil on the ground and proceeded to remove the glove on her right hand.

A formation of golden veins immediately webbed from her hand. The veins emitted a quarter amount of divine energy that Anvriel's vessel continuously unleashed within Domeniul Ceresc. As MF meticulously analyzed the xeno-formation pattern, hoping to get more clues about the knowledge about this peculiar entanglement runic system, she then realized that the xeno-formation was similar to her but much more compacted within a small area of body part.

Her surprise and awe for Pitka who was capable on copying her divine vessel's nature in such a short time was tremendous. But also thanks to it, she managed to acquire more knowledge on how to further utilize the xeno-formation knowledge.

MF then immediately did the same thing, her right hand was now webbed in a formation of golden veins, the sprawled golden formation crept into the golden crystal of her artifact on the back of her hand. The benefits of it had also spread to her whole body, making her able to channel the power of her Anvriel's First Form on her original vessel.

'Partial Divine Transformation' acquired.

'This method of skipping the entanglement into a replicate tunnel on the runic gates is genius. Just who is this person?' MF thought meticulously.

"See?" Pitka tilted her head. "Now both of us are able to do it. Meshia wasn't able to do it back then but after I performed one, she immediately saw through my otherworldly genetic schematic and did it herself.

"There are multiple terrifying geniuses scattered across the World Lines. Meshia over here is definitely one of them. It would be bad if you kill one of the important assets to 'Humanity' within this turbulent timeline that is filled with scheming Gods after one and another."

Aside from the 'all knowing' nature of the person in front of her.. MF didn't expect that the word 'Humanity' could be heard from the mouth of an immaculate existence such as Pitka.

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