Chapter 695: Beat It Until Someone Talks
Dahlia floated in front of the enormous storm-ocean world avatar.
Every movement it made caused the surrounding space to tremble, as if a whole planet had grown a body just to crush her.
Dahlia looked at it quietly for a moment. "So."
Her dragon eyes glowed with silver-black light. "Can you talk?"
The world avatar did not answer.
It only raised one massive arm, and an ocean-like wave of planetary power gathered around its fist.
Dahlia sighed. "Too bad."
She had wanted to ask a few things.
She wanted to know whether this thing was really alive, whether it could think, and whether the World Will behind it had any interesting bullshit to say.
Unfortunately, this avatar was only a weapon.
A huge, ugly, overpowered weapon.
Dahlia’s mouth curved slightly. "Fine."
Black-silver disaster energy erupted around her body. "If you can’t talk, then I’ll just beat you until something smarter comes out."
The world avatar punched.
BOOOOM!
A massive storm-wave fist tore through space toward her.
Dahlia did not move.
Instead, she raised one hand. "Wake up."
Behind her, disaster shadows opened their eyes one by one.
A tsunami dragon roared into existence, its body made from crushing blue-black waves.
A frozen storm dragon spread its wings, releasing ice and wind sharp enough to cut through mountains.
A thunder disaster dragon crackled with black-blue lightning, while a demonic calamity dragon crawled out from dark mist with burning red eyes.
Beside them, even more disaster dragons appeared.
An earthquake dragon formed from cracked stone and shaking gravity.
An ash storm dragon emerged from choking gray-black winds.
A plague rain dragon dripped poisonous black rain from its wings.
A meteor fall dragon burned with falling starfire, its body covered in molten cracks.
One disaster after another manifested behind Dahlia like an army of catastrophes.
These were not random summons.
They were disasters Dahlia had absorbed, refined, and tamed on Garion’s disaster planet.
The tsunami dragon rushed forward first and crashed into the storm-wave fist.
BAAAAAANG!
Ocean slammed against ocean.
The frozen storm dragon followed, freezing the scattered waves into massive shards of ice before the thunder disaster dragon shattered them with lightning.
The world avatar staggered slightly.
Dahlia watched calmly from behind her disaster dragons and did not rush in.
After all, she was the leader.
The controller.
She did not need to charge first like an idiot.
Her dragons would test the enemy, tear open its defense, find every weakness, and exhaust its power.
Only then would she move.
The demonic calamity dragon circled above the avatar, releasing black mist that tried to corrode the world authority around its body.
The earthquake dragon slammed into its legs, shaking the stone foundation holding its form together.
The meteor fall dragon opened its mouth and dropped burning disaster stars from above.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The world avatar roared silently, its huge body shaking under the combined assault.
Dahlia’s eyes remained cold and focused. "Good."
Her claws slowly sharpened as the silver-black disaster markings across her body pulsed like living cracks.
"Show me how much punishment a world avatar can take before I personally rip it apart."
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Valtor reached the lava-poison world avatar first.
His body tore through space like a burning meteor, flames roaring around his fists as his [World Furnace Domain] spread behind him.
"Hahaha! Come on, you fake world bastard!"
He raised both arms, and a massive flame axe formed above him. "Let’s see if you can burn!"
The world avatar turned its huge head toward him.
A second later, one massive arm moved.
It looked slow.
Far too slow.
Valtor’s wild expression changed the moment that fist appeared in front of him.
BOOOOM!
The world avatar punched straight through his flames.
Valtor’s body shot backward like a broken cannonball, crashing through several layers of burning clouds before barely stopping himself.
His arms trembled, and blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
For once, his laugh sounded strained. "Damn... this thing hits hard."
Arden watched from behind and let out a tired sigh. "Of course it hits hard. It’s a world avatar."
Mersha’s eyes shone with interest. "His bones didn’t break. That’s already impressive."
Arden glanced at her. "That’s not the point."
The world avatar raised another arm, and molten black-metal power gathered around its fist.
Arden’s expression became serious. "Seira."
Seira’s icy throne floated behind her as she looked at him calmly. "Yes?"
"Move," Arden said quickly. "Don’t let Valtor die."
Seira sighed softly. "Yes, Senior Brother."
The next instant, frost bloomed beneath her feet.
Her figure vanished like falling snow.
A moment later, she appeared in front of Valtor just as the world avatar’s fist descended.
Seira raised one hand.
"[Frozen Throne Domain]."
CRACKLE!
The space in front of her froze into layers of silver-blue crystal.
The world avatar’s fist smashed into the ice barrier.
BAAAAANG!
The barrier cracked violently, but it held long enough for Valtor to escape.
Valtor wiped the blood from his mouth and laughed. "Thanks, Junior Sister."
Seira looked at him coldly. "Don’t call me that, and stop rushing in like an idiot."
Valtor’s mouth twitched. "What can I do? You know that’s my fighting style."
Seira’s expression became even colder, as if just listening to him gave her a headache. "Then change your fighting style. Or at least think before charging."
Valtor laughed awkwardly. "That sounds troublesome."
Arden ignored their argument and turned toward Mersha.
"What kind of plants or herbs do you need to create buff potions for them? Or even debuff potions for that avatar. Just tell me what kind, and I’ll make it."
Mersha’s face immediately lit up. "Hehehe. Okay, Senior Brother."
She pulled out three empty bottles and started speaking quickly.
"I need a heat-resistant bloodleaf type, bone-burning thornroot, frost-stabilizing moon grass, poison-reactive black petals, and something with strong vitality. Very strong vitality."
Arden nodded.
Green light erupted around him.
Roots, flowers, vines, and strange herbs grew from empty space one after another, forming exactly what Mersha had requested.
Mersha caught them all with shining eyes. "Perfect."
She opened her bottles, and colorful liquid began bubbling inside.
The liquids hissed, smoked, changed color, separated into layers, then fused back together like they were alive.
Mersha’s smile became disturbingly cheerful. "Now let’s make something super useful for them."