My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 166: Change

Still, how the hell am I going to beat this thing?

Elian veered right. A massive foot slammed down, quaking the world like a tuning fork. The Weapon couldn’t continue his charge and instead leapt up from the ground.

Golem Lake, which was spread across the ground, was vaporized by the immense force and vanished.

Feeling it was too wasteful to lose resources pointlessly, Elian summoned the lake back to his body. Like a geyser, it rose and charged into his armor, melding as one.

Unable to fly to his weight, Elian landed a moment later as the aftershocks started to subside. Unfortunately, a second foot raced down upon him as if the sky had fallen to the ground.

"Tsk!"

He braced himself and snapped open his shoulder panels.

"BLOCKBUSTER!"

The familiar thunderous roar of onyx projectiles resounded. Like a barrage of cannon shells, they slammed into the underside of the foot with devastating power. However, as the coming boot was wider than even a football field, there was little to no effect.

"Tch, what about this?"

Igniting his boosters to maximum, Elian charged ’Depth Deeper than the Center’s foot and stabbed Bayonet with all his momentum. He detonated all the Cinderglass fuel he could as he tried to push back against the force of nature in front of him.

The turbines along his body screamed as they sucked in air, thrust so powerful it kicked up a giant cloud of smoke that blasted the ground. But it couldn’t even slow the attack for a single second.

"ARGHH!!!!!"

Completely outclassed in strength and power, Elian found himself being pushed back to the ground. In frustration, he stabbed both of his hands into the bark in front of him and fired both weapons.

A barrage of onyx bullets dug into the bark to his left while the right was gouged by the shockwaves from Pile Driver. However, it still wasn’t enough. Unable to mount the slightest resistance, Elian was sent racing toward the ground by the stomp.

Mere seconds from getting flattened, the sound of air rapidly freezing echoed. Crackling as the temperature fell, a sudden cage of Ice VII appeared around Elian. It stopped the colossal foot mere meters from touching the ground.

"Elian, get out of there. Hurry!"

Gritting his teeth, Elian broke Bayonet off and quickly dashed out of the foot’s reach. The Ice VII construct shattered mere moments later. A powerful earthquake once again shook the ground as the Ironwood Wartreant’s heel smashed the ground.

"HAHAHAHA! THAT’S IT? THE GLORIOUS TYRANT CANDIDATE CAN’T EVEN STOP MY FOOT? PATHETIC!"

Despite the insult, Elian could do nothing but squirm. The last exchange was humiliating and devoid of any tactical brilliance. Elian Reed was quite literally stepped on like a bug.

In a mythical battle of such vast size disparities, he couldn’t help but lament his pride.

"Tyrant of Earth, my foot," he grumbled.

For all his perceived power, he was nothing more than a pebble to the strong. Rage, frustration, and contempt flared from his soul. He felt his rationale slipping away due to the negative emotions.

Not good. Adamant.

[Talent: Adamant – activated. Elian Reed is now immune to fear and psychological effects so long as the Talent remains active.]

Being stripped of his emotions gave the Weapon a clear head. He had been too caught up in his victories. He only now noticed he didn’t even bother to turn on his Talents before fighting.

Sigh, how foolish.

"It’s fine, my love. Everyone makes mistakes. I am sure this wouldn’t stop you one bit, right?"

He couldn’t help but look up at the woman who had just saved him. Despite the setback, she showed no agitation, only an affectionate quip.

"Yeah, thanks, Bianca," he answered.

The witch flicked her hair arrogantly and raised her sniper rifle. "You are most welcome, my love. Now, let’s go kill this thing."

"As you command, my Anchor."

Together, the witch and her golem once again raced to fight their most fearsome enemy to date. Elian couldn’t help but wonder as he charged forward.

The Wall armor was meant to charge through enemy lines. It had tough defenses and powerful weapons. But as this form relied on physics, it was also bound by them.

Bayonet was nothing more than a sharp meter-long blade; it could cut apart three-meter snow wolves and humans, but that was it.

Pile Driver had it even worse. Its gimmick allowed it to use aftershocks to rupture internal tissue and armor for maximum penetration. But the nail itself was even shorter than Bayonet.

Sledgehammer, the three-barreled rifle on his left arm, was for picking off escaping targets. And while the onyx or Cinderglass rounds it fired were powerful, they were only the size of a large forefinger.

Blockbuster, for all its destructive potential, just lobbed fifty baseball-sized balls at supersonic speeds. It could destroy a wall, maybe a castle, but against the one before him, it was just too small.

’Depth Deeper than the Center’ had legs as thick as skyscrapers. Elian couldn’t even guess how tall the bastard really was. The current situation was like an ant trying to destroy an elephant.

Victory was impossible.

At least for the "Current" Elian.

He then remembered something he mentioned to Bastion as the vision for the Weapons of Valestra.

"We fight not to win but to dominate. When we win, we’ll sharpen what’s already strong. Should we lose, we will learn, reinvent, and come back reforged. We will use anything and everything we can to win. That is our strength and our purpose. All to gain our peace."

Elian knew it beforehand; it was not possible to achieve perfection by staying in place. Even the latest technology eventually becomes obsolete. One had to run with innovation or be left in its dust.

The Wall armor that carried him to this point was already slowly turning irrelevant.

Change is inevitable.

Elian, the patriarch of the Weapons, knew this best.

Thus, he made his decision.

"Bianca," he called. "I need to find a way to kill this thing; can you keep it busy until I do?"

The witch flying overhead made a gorgeous smile as she faced him.

"Take too long and I will kill it instead," she teased.

Thin, long wings appeared from a backpack Bianca wore. Boosters similar to those Elian used adjusted themselves. She gripped the sniper rifle in her hands and loaded Cinderglass cartridges for ignition.

Bianca then blew a kiss as she added, "Your will is law, my Tyrant. Consider it done." Licking her lips, she launched upward like a rocket launching into space. Her Ice VII mirrors were unable to catch up and were left behind.

"Time to test my new equipment," the witch said excitedly.

The wind screamed as she climbed upward. Unlike how she normally floated, Bianca danced across the sky, executing aerial maneuvers like a fighter jet.

"HEY! YOU MOLD-INFESTED PIECE OF LEFTOVER DRIFTWOOD!"

Along with her insults, the witch fired her rifle and launched Cinderglass missiles from her wings. They were projectiles that simplified Elian’s booster meant to deliver a onyx core along with a Cinderglass detonation.

Bianca’s barrage flew and exploded all over, creating smoke and ash incomparable to regular armaments.

They scorched the bark—but at his size, they were little more than bug bites to ’Depth Deeper than the Center’. The Ironwood Wartreant’s massive arms swung around, trying to swat Bianca.

"YOU ARE ANNOYING, GNAT! DO NOT GET BETWEEN THE FIGHT OF TYRANTS!"

The Karnathi Tyrant’s deafening shout reverberated like a sonic boom. Yet, Bianca remained resolute and focused on avoiding the massive arms that tried to squish her.

"SILENCE, YOU PISS-POOR EXCUSE FOR A CHRISTMAS TREE! THAT MAN IS MY HUSBAND, AND I AM HIS ANCHOR! YOU WILL OBEDIENTLY WAIT FOR HIM WHILE I KEEP YOU COMPANY!"

Unleashing her arsenal, she continued to blast Depth ’Deeper than the Center’ far above what Elian could see. Without an inch of worry or fear, Bianca Valestra used mana on her voice and continued her shouting match with her Dusk-tiered opponent.

"HAHAHA! I APPLAUD YOUR SPIRIT! THAT CAN BE ARRANGED! YOU LACK THE STATUS BUT HAVE THE METTLE! I AM PLEASED! HAAA!"

In an instant, the long trunk-like arms of the Karnathi Tyrant morphed. It grew wider and turned into something like a fly swatter. Loud gales swirled with each swipe it made.

Yet Bianca evaded all of them. Her new backpack gave her insane acceleration and aerial mobility. Despite the massive size of the things chasing her, none of them could land a hit. But both sides knew that just a single mistake would spell the end.

Depth Deeper than the Center was an Ironwood Wartreant, their bark and wood were both laced with mana. Thus, much like Elian, they could touch and harm Bianca’s soul body.

While Bianca was fast and powerful, she could not hold off the enemy Tyrant forever. The seconds his Anchor bought him could not be wasted.

"I need a workshop."

Elian unloaded all his Living Metal and Dominator variants. The sea of metal covered the ground and stood up like snakes. If he couldn’t get over the Karnathi dungeon and its Tyrant, winning the crucible was nothing more than a pipe dream.

"Now... how the hell do I kill this thing?"

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