Chapter 934 - 405: Outside Assistance? (Part 3)

Kro then summoned the power of the river of time, infusing the battlefield with a twisted time curse.

This allowed the fallen warriors to reform amidst the flow of time and gain the terrifying ability to control the flow rate of localized time.

Cecilia and several other Apostles also began to wield their respective powers...

Under the catalysis of power, the battlefield started to undergo grotesque transformations.

Fragments of corpses scattered everywhere, shattered weapons, and even the blood mist in the air began to gather eerily toward the center.

A massive monster, thirty meters tall, slowly stood up in the center of the battlefield, its very existence a blasphemy against life.

The monster’s head merged the void characteristics of the Devourer with the multifaceted faces of a flesh creature.

Dozens of faces from different races drifted across its surface, each bearing expressions of pain and anger from their previous lives.

Most horrifying of all, the sockets of these faces were completely void.

Gazing upon them offered the observer a chilling experience as if their soul were being drawn into an endless abyss.

The torso showcased a cathedral-like hollow structure with an eternal fire of vengeance burning inside.

Through the hollow, one could see countless distorted spirits struggling and lamenting within the flames.

Once devout in their faith, they have transformed into hatred against all things sacred.

The limbs were even more bizarre, constantly flickering in different spatial dimensions, with attacks coming from unpredictable angles.

Sometimes an arm would reach out from the ground, other times it would suddenly descend from the sky.

The time flow around the monster was distorted, making its movements appear slow while actually moving at lightning speed.

This dissonance severely disrupted the enemy’s judgment, rendering all defenses and counterattacks inaccurate.

Once this amalgamation powered by the Apostles’ remaining forces fully formed, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Even the Abyssal Creatures accustomed to grand spectacles were astounded by this unimaginably terrifying existence.

Though recognizing the apparent violations of the three Apostles, Maggs did not intervene.

His nine eyes simultaneously locked onto the Apostles, his gaze becoming exceedingly dangerous.

"Injecting origin power in violation..."

The voice was as icy as a polar wind, each syllable like a blade piercing the listener’s conscious depths:

"The consequences of such actions, you all should be very aware."

Yet, he swiftly shifted his tone, subtly implying:

"However, considering the current unique situation, after the battle, each of you hand over enough territory ’specialties,’ and what happens next I will pretend I didn’t see."

The Apostles, who were somewhat agitated, immediately brightened up, understanding his intent.

Maggs’ nine eyes then focused intently on Ron, the runes on the mask starting to glow faintly.

As the best strategist among the Supreme Apostles, he knew clearly now was the perfect opportunity to probe the opponent’s true power limit.

Although Delir, Kempes, and Kro’s violations indeed breached the basic rules of the preliminary match.

But the creation they forged was ideally suited to be the most perfect test.

"Let me see..."

Maggs silently calculated in his mind, his nine eyes observing the battlefield from various angles:

"Where your power limits truly lie."

In the center of the battlefield, Ron calmly observed the gigantic monster before him.

The threat level of his opponent indeed experienced a qualitative leap, prompting him to enter a highly focused battle state.

"A fearsome combination technique..."

He mused inwardly, beginning to reevaluate his tactical strategy:

"Space, time, flesh reconstruction... This multi-layered combination has already created an unprecedented opponent."

Meanwhile, gripped by the terrifying pressure exuded by the stitch monster approaching Dark Sun Level, all of Nari’s tentacles tensed up in alarm.

Hundreds of varied-sized eyes simultaneously turned towards the battlefield center, filled with complex emotions of worry and anger.

"This is no longer a fair competition..."

Her voice roared angrily from deep within her consciousness, her massive form emanating a dangerous aura of chaos due to her emotional turmoil:

"Those despicable fellows are cheating, their collaboration clearly aiming to kill my child..."

Countless tentacles began to sway uncontrollably, the spatial bubbles around her boiling from her fury.

Nari almost disregarded all rules to rush down and shred the blasphemous amalgamation with her body.

But in the moment she was about to act, another voice arose deep within:

"But... if I intervene now, it would be tantamount to distrusting my child’s capabilities..."

As a mother, indeed she wished to protect her child from any harm.

Yet she also knew clearly that overprotection would only deprive her child of the opportunity to grow.

Moreover, Ron had demonstrated abilities and wisdom far beyond her expectations more than once.

Perhaps, this time he could create a miracle too.

While Nari was internally conflicted, Ron turned his gaze toward the direction of the VIP seats.

Despite the distance, through the conscious connection, he could clearly sense his "Mother’s" anxiety and dilemma.

Ron nodded in Nari’s direction, the intention of "trust me" transmitted clearly like substance to this anxious "Mother."

No words, no promises, just a simple exchange of looks.

Yet it was enough.

Nari sensed the confidence and composure emanating from her child, her restless heart gradually calming.

"Alright..."

She took a deep breath, her tentacles returning to tranquility:

"Mom trusts you, but should real danger appear, I will intervene immediately, rules be damned..."

Having gained Nari’s support, Ron refocused on the immense threat ahead of him.

"Three Apostles’ origin power fusion..."

Ron swiftly analyzed the opponent’s ability composition in his mind:

"Delir’s flame of vengeance provides spiritual toxins and hatred amplification;

Kempes’ spatial fragments grant multidimensional existence capabilities;

Kro’s time curse disrupts local time flow rate..."

Precisely because he has gained deep understanding of the enemy, he identified the key flaw.

"The power sources, though formidable, lack unified will for coordination. Such forced stitching inevitably possesses structural deficiencies."

Moreover, since the opponent can surreptitiously imbue their creation with Apostle power.

He likewise could unreservedly leverage external assistance.

Their external aid through borrowed power, alright? I will too!

Ron began to establish a deeper power connection with Nari.

The blood samples from Nari, meticulously integrated into the core during the Magic Sword Creation process.

Now, they became perfect conduits for energy transmission.

Nari sensed her "child’s" call for help and unhesitantly opened her power channel.

The surging primal chaos force transmitted through the blood samples, continuously flowing into Ron.

Ron raised the Magic Sword in his hand, its tip pointed toward the arena’s sky.

With the infusion of Chaos Power, the entire weapon emitted a powerful silver glow interspersed with Nari’s unique chaos hues.

In the next instant, dense chaos cloud layers began gathering over the arena.