Building My SSS-Rank Universal Empire: From Trash to Cosmic Overlord-Chapter 175: Ugly thing

Since the two heads had now grown resistant to her spell, they grew fast but not fast enough to dodge the water beads that flew through the air, each glowing with a faint light.

Dienro could only watch in mild horror as the attack crossed the distance between them in a blink, not slowed down in the slightest by the spell.

The middle head closed all its eyes, and the air thickened around Dienro, enveloping him in a cocoon of force. The water beads slammed into him with bone-jarring force, and he grunted.

Most of the water beads were stopped by the cocoon of force, but some broke through, and his stomach bloomed with blood. As for the remaining head, it had been torn through completely but it was already growing back.

Without wasting time, Pomora launched her next attack. The newly grown heads fixed their eyes on her.

The one on the right opened its mouth, its breath pouring out like a brown fog—everything it touched corroded immediately. Then the head turned upward toward the active spell and roared.

The brown fog surged upward and slammed into the screaming figure made of water, and like fire on paper, the corrosive fog tore through, destroying the spell.

Immediately, the general slowness affecting everyone and everything vanished. The sounds of stone crumbling and shattering filled the air once more as the battle resumed.

Dienro grinned and rubbed the neck of his Hydra, not caring too much about the holes in his stomach. With a Knight’s natural healing capability combined with the one he gained from the Hydra, he didn’t have much to worry about.

The third head had already caught up with the others, and now, all three heads focused their attention on Pomora, who smiled wearily. "I don’t like things that can grow back when killed."

Vale was watching all this from the shadow of a rock that had fallen against a wall, providing a natural shield. But it was a shield that couldn’t protect against the overwhelming aura constantly emanating from the Master Knights.

The only reason he was still conscious was that the tower floating beside him was amplifying his Mark Order. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

’...This... No wonder they are called the beginning of immortals... This scale of battle isn’t something I can rush into...’

His plan was to stay hidden until he had a chance to strike at either Dienro or Sevrix when they least expected it.

’...Too bad I can’t see the fight from the other side...’

Meanwhile, on the other side, Takoda and Sevrix were going at it. Large chunks of rock and stone spun around the Chief as he tore them free from the environment, surrounding himself with a storm of stones.

His right side dripped with blood, his clothes torn along with his flesh, but the wound was already healing.

In front of him stood Sevrix, balancing on shadows, surrounded by layers of illusory darkness stacked atop one another like curtains.

"Are you not going to attack again?" Sevrix asked with a smile.

Takoda stood on his flying stone and stared at Sevrix impassively. They had been going at it for a while now, and Sevrix had stolen his attack twice, throwing the big man off.

The moment the general slowness vanished, Takoda had attempted to attack Sevrix, but the sly man had stolen his technique and made the rock explode in his face.

He could only steal an attack when it was about to be activated, and that was when one had to be most wary. But Takoda knew that fighting Sevrix was like handling a wet snake, the longer one stayed around it, the worse it became.

The longer he stood there, the more his memories would be twisted and distorted. That was why Takoda wanted to eliminate the greatest advantage Sevrix had in battle.

With a thought, he sent essence flooding into the crown on his head.

Since the time Vale awakened the artifact, Takoda had tested its powers. It wasn’t much, in fact, it could be considered an ordinary artifact by others. It provided the user with a strong will, granting them formidable mental defenses.

But what made it powerful was that it could stimulate the power of the Crimson Moon, greatly amplifying the abilities of all Blightfur in the area.

The moment he activated it, the crown flared a deep red, dyeing the surroundings in its glow. Takoda felt his body expand without even trying, transforming into a Blightfur. He growled. "Now we can fight."

Sevrix straightened and frowned. "Where did you get that ugly thing on your head? It can block my mental power. Not bad. But do you think I don’t know my own weaknesses? Why do you think I’m the only one among the Flagbearers who hunts more ruins than you can count?"

Sevrix could steal techniques and keep them for as long as he wanted.

Takoda didn’t reply with words. He raised his hand and pushed, as if shoving something away from himself.

The storm of flying stones shot forward, roaring and rumbling.

Sevrix raised his hand, and small red portals popped up around him. They gathered and then flew like little birds, clashing with the storm of stones.

It was the portal technique he had stolen from Frexon!

When the dust cleared, Sevrix had disappeared from his place.

The Chief turned quietly, his form moving gracefully as he bounded away toward a new stone platform that rose beneath him.

The place he had been standing a moment ago suddenly exploded, sending fragments of stone and dust flying.

Beside the blast stood Sevrix, who had used Shadow Steps. He smiled. "You sure are quick. Your instincts are like those of a monster."

The Chief growled. He spread his hands as if about to embrace something, and all around them, the ground twisted earth tore free and hardened, turning into spikes that lifted into the air.

Each sharp tip turned toward Sevrix and shot at him with blinding speed. At the same time, Takoda began to chant.

Sevrix’s eyes remained calm as the spikes hurtled toward him. The surrounding area suddenly darkened, and the shadows folded up like curtains.

Bang!