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Chapter 1150: Mutual Parasitism
Chapter 1150: Mutual Parasitism
If he hadn't known that the other party couldn't mobilize their mental power, Rossard would not have chosen to confront him directly but would have adopted a different tactic.
"What is this...?"
While he was pinned to the ground, Cavinton's body, which had been blasted open with a large hole, was rapidly healing.
During this process, a strange Aetheric Field emanated from his body, causing his Mutated Tissue to feel a burning sensation.
His pupils suddenly dilated.
Before Central City was established, he had participated in multiple campaigns to hunt down entities from the other side. That was a bloody and unforgettable past, and he would never mistake this feeling—it came from something from the other side!
In that instant, he understood. He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the other side.
He couldn't speak, as his body was numb, but his eyes conveyed his meaning.
You let It parasitize you!
"Looks like you understand?"
Cavinton's eyes moved, and he gave him a strange, stiff smile, then added with a deep meaning, "No, you still don't understand."
The three individuals who had been imprisoned had appeared to break through in different directions, but they had actually been communicating. He didn't understand the Former Emperor, who didn't respond to him at all.
However, because he had once consumed a certain Forbidden Relic, he could directly communicate with the entity through the Aetheric Field.
The entity had given him a portion of its power, which he had absorbed and assimilated. This power allowed his mental abilities to communicate with the other side, even if he couldn't reach it directly, and it also reactivated his previously dormant Mutated Tissue, restoring some of his original abilities.
Rossard suddenly realized that the other party could introduce the entity's power into his own body and use it without being controlled, maintaining his original consciousness. This made him think of a possibility.
He spoke with difficulty, "The Fusion Sect...?"
Cavinton's grayish-white eyes stared at him and said, "Yes. I am a Governor, and I don't want to abandon my responsibilities. I had confidence when I chose to consume that Forbidden Relic!
I wanted to try and gain the ability to consume the power of those entities from the other side, to find a path we could use!
When we can eat 'Them' like food, we won't need to fear 'Them' anymore, and we will have a new path. But you fools destroyed my plan!
No, that's not it. It's not that you destroyed it; it's that you indulged me, provided me with these things, and waited for me to walk down this path, then captured me and used me as a test subject!
You planned this all along!"
He suddenly showed an incredibly angry expression, and the white Spiritual Flame around him flickered, making Rossard, who was close by, feel more pain, even blurring his vision.
At that moment, the anger on Cavinton's body suddenly disappeared, and he began to laugh strangely, "But it's for the best. Without these, how would I have had the chance to gain what I have now?"
As he spoke, Rossard finally managed to break free from the mental intimidation.
Although he had not yet reached the level of a Throne Fighter, he had been a Gou Dou Jia for over a hundred years and had never stopped improving himself. Even though he was still at the Secret Temple level, he was on the verge of a breakthrough, and his Mutated Tissue had developed exceptional resilience.
At that moment, a massive figure condensed in the air above him, instantly enveloped in orange-yellow flames, and then a huge fist slammed down. Cavinton tried to retreat, but Rossard grabbed him.
Boom!
The massive fist descended, striking Cavinton, but he only crouched down, somehow enduring it. However, the attack was just beginning, and more fists rained down like a storm, colliding and dissolving with the Spiritual Flame, the orange-yellow and ghastly white flames overflowing and surging, the earth shaking continuously.
Rossard himself did not remain stationary but, after taking a deep breath, joined the attack.
He continuously and swiftly punched the figure in front of him, no longer holding back his strength, but instead pouring it out recklessly.
He knew that the other party's power had not fully recovered. Even though a mental flaw had been compensated, he could only obtain a small amount of energy from a tiny gap, far from his peak state. Therefore, if he could cause enough damage, he could still knock him down!
This opportunity was extremely rare, and if he didn't seize it, he would be the one to fall!
Fists from both sides rained down like a furious tide, each strike like a giant cannonball hitting the ground, the air completely expelled, and the ground trembling so much that even the White Rock Long Hall and the various delegation Residences could clearly feel it. Only the sky above Central City echoed with continuous, deafening booms.
The situation in the White Rock Long Hall had become unclear. All they could see in front of them were waves of white light. When a powerful Gou Dou Jia unleashed their full strength, the surrounding Aetheric Fields were almost impossible to exist, except for the combatants themselves.
In fact, if it weren't for the binding power of the ritual, the mere aftereffects of the energy release would have flattened the entire area.
Even so, the members of the Expert Ritual Group were sweating profusely, hiding inside the sturdy fortress to maintain the ritual. Behind them, people continuously poured ritual supplements into the Cross Wells, which were being consumed at an alarming rate. More materials were being added to keep the ritual from being disrupted.
Cavinton's body couldn't withstand the relentless bombardment for long. His recently restored form was once again shattered, making it hard to even make out his shape.
However, Rossard didn't feel any joy. Instead, his heart sank deeper. The highly corrosive mental force hadn't disappeared, and the ghastly white Spiritual Flame that had been scattered still lingered around them.
But he didn't stop; he increased the power of his attacks, as if trying to squeeze every last bit of energy out of his body.
After countless punches, when he threw another fist, he found it firmly blocked by a hand, preventing it from moving any further.
He opened his eyes and saw a vague outline of a "person" in front of him, formed from a blinding light, but not purely light. Broken bits of flesh and tissue clung to the outside.
The hand that stopped him extended from this form, and more pieces of flesh were floating through the air, merging with it. He could see strands of Mutated Tissue intertwining and growing rapidly.
At the same time, he felt a powerful mental force surge into his body. If the force he faced earlier had only immobilized him, now it seemed to rob him of his ability to think, and he fell to one knee.
Even the spirit form above him froze in place.
The figure of light stood before him, and as more scattered pieces of flesh covered the light, a face gradually emerged. The eyes opened, and the grayish-white irises turned to look at him.
"Dayer, I should thank you. Without your cooperation, I would have found it very difficult to do this."
As he spoke, a gray-black stone slowly emerged from his brow, and with a soft thud, it fell to the ground. Cracks were visible on its surface, and after a moment, another stone dropped.
Rossard's vision was blurry, but when he saw this, his heart still raced. He recognized it as a Banned Relic, specifically designed to constrain mental power. How could it be shed so easily?
And without it...
The hole in Cavinton's brow began to heal. He opened his hands and the numerous arms on his back, feeling more power flowing into him from another world.
The Sealed Hall had used these two relics to bind his mental power. But by allowing Rossard to shatter his body, his spirit had become weak and detached from his physical form. Even if the remaining flesh could regrow his body, it would take time, rendering him almost defenseless.
However, after consuming the power of the entity, his spirit could temporarily attach to the entity's spirit, effectively discarding his own self. Once the relic lost its host, it lost its function.
Even after reshaping his body, the relic would still be in him, but unless the ritual was performed again, it would no longer have its previous effect.
Of course, all of this was predicated on the entity allowing him to borrow its power. The condition he offered was that, upon successfully restoring his strength, the entity would be able to parasitize his body and escape together with him.
He wouldn't break his word, because if the mental power above him withdrew, he would be forced back into his prison. His only chance was to tear open a rift and escape to the Convergence Ground or the other world. Even with a portion of the entity's power, he didn't have the strength to do so on his own. He would have to wait for the entity to recover fully.
He felt the ritual power still hindering his spirit, but once he cleared the obstacle in front of him, nothing would stand in his way.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the half-kneeling Rossard, and slowly clenched his fist. The arms on his back mirrored the action, and they instantly gathered a ghastly white light.
Then, he delivered a punch!
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