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Chapter 1150: Symbiotic Attachment
Chapter 1150: Symbiotic Attachment
If Rosade had known that the other party's mental power was unusable, he would not have chosen to confront him directly but would have adopted a different tactic.
"This is... what?"
As he was pinned to the ground, the large hole in Cantwell's body was rapidly healing.
During this process, a peculiar field emanated from his body, causing his altered organs to feel as if they were being scorched.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Before the establishment of the Central City, he had participated in numerous operations to eliminate the entities on the other side. That was a bloody and unforgettable past, and he would never mistake this feeling—it was something from the other side!
In that instant, he understood. He lifted his head and locked his gaze on the other side.
He couldn't speak, as his body was numb, but his eyes conveyed his thoughts.
"You let It attach to you!"
"It seems you understand?"
Cantwell's eyes moved, and he gave him a strange, stiff smile, adding meaningfully, "No, you still don't understand."
The three prisoners had appeared to break through from different directions, but they were actually communicating. He knew nothing about the former emperor, who had given him no response, but because he had ingested a forbidden substance, he could communicate directly with the entity through a field.
The entity had shared some of its power with him, which he absorbed and assimilated. This power, though not allowing him to communicate with the other side, had reactivated his dried and withered altered organs, restoring some of his previous abilities.
Rosade suddenly realized that the other entity's power could be channeled into his body and used, and he seemed to be in control, retaining his original consciousness. This made him consider a possibility.
He managed to force out a strained voice, "The Fusionists...?"
Cantwell's grayish-white eyes fixed on him. "Yes. I am an executive, and I did not want to abandon my responsibilities. I had confidence in my decision to ingest the forbidden substance!
"My goal was to gain the power to consume the entities on the other side, thereby finding a path we can use!
"When we can eat 'Them' as food, we will no longer fear 'Them.' We will have a new path, but you fools destroyed my plan!
"No, not destroyed, you indulged me, provided me with these things, and waited for me to take this path, then captured me and used me as an experiment!
"You had this planned all along!"
He suddenly showed an incomparably furious expression, and the white spiritual fire around his body flickered, causing Rosade, who was nearby, to feel more intense pain, even blurring his vision.
At this moment, the anger on Cantwell's face suddenly vanished, and he laughed strangely. "But this is for the best. Without these, how would I have had the chance to gain what I have now?"
As he spoke, Rosade finally managed to break free from the mental suppression.
Although he had not yet reached the level of a Throne Arena Fighter, he had been a fighter for over a hundred years and had never stopped improving himself. Even though he was still at the Secret Chamber level, he was on the verge of breaking through, and his altered organs had developed great resilience.
At that moment, a massive figure condensed in the air above his head, instantly enveloped in orange-yellow flames, and then delivered a powerful punch downward. Cantwell tried to retreat, but Rosade grabbed him.
Bang!
The massive fist descended, striking Cantwell, who merely crouched and managed to withstand it. However, the attack was just beginning, and more fists rained down like a torrent, colliding and dissolving with the spiritual fires, the orange-yellow and ghastly white flames spreading outward, and the ground trembling continuously.
Rosade did not remain stationary either. After taking a deep breath, he joined the attack.
He continuously and swiftly punched the figure in front of him, no longer holding back his strength but unleashing it recklessly.
He knew that the other party's power was not yet fully restored. Even though a mental deficiency had been compensated, he could only obtain a small amount of energy from a single flaw, far from reaching his peak. Therefore, as long as he inflicted enough damage, he could still bring him down!
This opportunity was extremely rare, and if he didn't seize it, he would surely be the one to fall!
The furious punches from both sides fell like a storm, each strike like a massive cannonball hitting the ground, the air being completely displaced, and the ground shaking so violently that the White Rock Long Hall and the various Delegation Headquarters could clearly feel it. Only the sky above the Central City was filled with continuous, deafening booms.
The White Rock Long Hall had become obscured, and all they could see in front of them were waves of white light. When a powerful Fighter unleashed their full strength, the surrounding area, except for the combatants, could hardly sustain any other field of influence.
In fact, if not for the restraint of the ritual force, the mere after-effects of the power would have leveled the entire area.
Despite this, the Esoteric Rite Group, drenched in sweat, was hiding within the sturdy fortress, maintaining the ritual. Behind them, people continuously poured ritual supplements into the cross-shaped wells, which were being consumed at an alarming rate. More materials were being poured in to ensure the ritual wasn't disrupted.
Cavendish's body couldn't withstand the relentless assault for long. His recently restored form was once again shattered, making it almost impossible to discern his shape.
However, Rosade felt no joy; instead, his heart sank deeper. The highly corrosive mental force hadn't dissipated, and the ghastly white spiritual light, though scattered, still lingered around them.
He didn't stop; instead, he intensified his attacks, as if trying to squeeze every ounce of energy from his body.
After an unknown number of punches, when he delivered another, he found his fist firmly held by a hand, preventing it from moving forward even an inch.
Opening his eyes, he saw a vague outline of a "person" in front of him, formed by a blinding light, yet not purely light. Shattered bits of flesh and tissue clung to the outside.
The hand that blocked him extended from this form, and more flesh and tissue floated through the air, merging and growing rapidly, with strands of mutated tissue intertwining and expanding.
At the same time, he felt a powerful mental force surge into his body. If the previous force had merely immobilized him, now he seemed to lose his ability to think, collapsing to one knee on the ground.
Even the spirit manifestation above him froze.
The light figure stood in front of him, and as more scattered flesh gathered on the light, a face gradually emerged. The eyes opened, and the grayish-white pupils turned to look at him.
"Thank you, Dahyel. Without your cooperation, it would have been much harder for me."
As he spoke, a gray-black stone slowly emerged from his brow, finally dropping to the ground with a thud. The stone had visible cracks, and after a moment, another one fell.
Rosade's vision was blurred, but when he saw this, his heart trembled. He recognized it as a sealed relic, specifically designed to constrain mental forces. How could it be shed so easily?
Without this...
Cavendish's forehead hole gradually healed, and his hands and the numerous arms on his back spread out, feeling more power flowing from another world into him.
The Sealed Hall had relied on these two relics to bind his mental forces. However, by allowing Rosade to shatter him, his spirit, already weakened, had no physical form to cling to. Even if the remaining flesh could regenerate his body, it would take time, leaving him almost defenseless.
But after consuming the entity's power, his spirit could temporarily attach to the other's, essentially abandoning his own. Once the relics lost their host, they became ineffective.
Although the relics would still be in his body after he reshaped it, they wouldn't regain their previous function unless the ritual was performed again.
Of course, this was predicated on the entity allowing him to borrow its strength. His persuasion involved promising to restore the entity's power and carry it to freedom.
He wouldn't break his word, for if the mental force above withdrew, he would be locked back in the prison. His only chance was to tear open a fissure and escape to the Confluence Zone or the other world. Even with a portion of the entity's power, he lacked the strength to do so alone, and he had to wait for the entity to recover.
He felt the ritual force still hindering his spirit, but once the obstacle in front of him was removed, nothing would stand in his way.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the kneeling Rosade, and slowly clenched his fist. The arms on his back mirrored the action, and a ghastly white light gathered on them.
Then, he struck with a single punch!
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(End of Chapter)
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