The planet, which was already in pieces, looked even more miserable now. Almost half of its material had evaporated, and the continental plates were broken like porcelain pieces that had fallen to the ground. Our fight with Halland had greatly accelerated the planet's disintegration. Now, it was almost unrecognizable as a planet. The collapse of the continental plates and the distortion of the planet's gravitational field had caused it to look like a flattened potato. The equator was bulging, and the entire planet was almost disc-shaped. The broken black fragments formed the main body of this disc-shaped giant. The blood-red light at the planet's core was many times dimmer than before. Now, it looked like a dim red light bulb was buried in the middle of the disc-shaped mass. When the core was completely extinguished, the dark planet would disappear completely. Sandora and I had to subdue Halland before that because his Glory form had not completely collapsed. It would be difficult for him to leave. Once his Glory form completely collapsed, Halland would lose control. When that time came, I was worried that the space blockade set up by the conventional troops outside would not work. This fallen emperor's power was strange, and he was strong. His will to fight was as tenacious as a wild bull. Previously, Sandora had used layers of blockade by the troops outside to weaken his fighting spirit. Actually, it was just a bluff …
The Glory starship was closely related to the individual Shiring Apostles. It could be seen as another form of existence for the Shiring Apostles. Therefore, almost all the Shiring Apostles that could launch a planetary warship could not leave their "Glory". In this aspect, only Visca was an exception. Because every Shiring Apostle's Glory form had its own special power, and Visca's special power was "acting alone" (other than that, he should have other powers, but I did not understand them in detail). This power was unique. I remembered that Sandora had said that she had never seen another Shiring Apostle who could launch his Glory form and still run out to fight on his own. This must have been the result of that little lunatic's obsession to fight. Obviously, Halland did not have Visca's power. So, before his Levalette's Ring of Return completely collapsed, he had to fight us within the range of the dark planet.
We were surrounded by the scorching debris of the explosion. Most of the debris was the land of the dark planet. The melted metal spilled everywhere under the influence of the deflection of gravity, forming a bright, boiling river in space. Sandora floated in the air. Behind her, the golden stripes that represented the highest level of power of a Soul Snatcher had expanded to an unprecedented extent. It looked like a golden canopy. In the center of the canopy, Sandora looked like a ruler. She looked down at the battlefield that she had temporarily suppressed and nodded in satisfaction. "Halland, Halland, do you want to continue?"
"Why not?" Halland came to a place less than a hundred meters away from us. She did not seem worried about being ambushed by me or Sandora at this distance. For people of our level, a few hundred meters was basically the same as a close-range combat. Halland was not worried at all. "I am still alive."
Sandora stared coldly at the enemy who was dozens of meters away. The latter's condition was obviously not good. Although he had used the floating cannon tactic to successfully delay until now, and relied on his combat experience and skills to escape from Sandora and my attacks countless times, he was still covered in wounds. There were several tears on his solemn and mighty military uniform, and under each tear was a terrifying wound that almost penetrated his body. There was no blood in the Shiring Apostles' body. Halland's wounds were surging with dark red energy. These wounds couldn't heal smoothly because I had hit him once. The power of the void was still entrenched in his body, constantly destroying his self-healing ability. It would have been better if I had hit him more accurately. Perhaps, the battle could have ended earlier.
Looking at the enemy in such a state, Sandora remained expressionless. "Continue to hold on. You know the nature of a Soul Snatcher's power. When your spiritual power falls below the threshold that I have suppressed, you will not be able to turn the tables."
I noticed that Halland's expression was stiff. He seemed to be using all his strength to resist every word that Sandora said. The floating cannons that he had previously commanded were now frozen in the air as though they had been petrified. From what I could see, those cannons were slowly turning their muzzles. Even if the speed was only one thread per minute, they were indeed turning under Sandora's control.
It sounded strange that a Soul Snatcher could control 'inanimate objects', but Sandora had explained this phenomenon to me before.
According to ordinary people's understanding, a Psychic Reaper, as the name suggested, was a "person who seized the enemy's mind". The power of a Psychic Reaper was only effective on targets with "souls". In fact, this understanding was not wrong. Ordinary psychic assault soldiers could only control targets with souls (this specifically referred to the "psychic" that people usually understood), but Shadora, as the most powerful psychic controller, had already made a breakthrough.
Her definition of a "spiritual being" was far beyond that of an ordinary psychic assault soldier. In her words, if a mass of low-energy matter that relied on chemical changes and electric potential transfer to produce a stream of data could be called "consciousness", then why couldn't a stone that was slowly changing under the influence of the rules of nature be regarded as a "spiritual being"? Sandora used her wisdom and experience to understand the world. In the end, she viewed the entire universe as a spiritual entity. She could understand the 'soul' of all things in the universe. Hence, her mind control power could spread to any object. For a Soul Snatcher, if they could analyze the 'soul' of a target, then the target would be a spirit. It didn't matter if the target was a stone or a concept, as long as they could understand it. Sandora could understand the operation of the entire world on her own. Hence, this world had a soul to her. Everything in this world, from a speck of dust to a concept, had a spirit. Hence, when she displayed her full power, as long as it was within the scope of the world, she would be able to control it.
Of course, Halland's weapon wasn't a product of this world. However, as long as he and Sandora fought in a material world, he would not be able to avoid the power of a Soul Snatcher.
However, it wasn't easy for Sandora to control Halland's weapon because Halland's mental power was equally strong. Even if one specialized in mind control and the other walked the traditional combat route, the mental power of the two Schilling Emperors wouldn't be too far apart. If Sandora wanted to control Halland, she would have to have the absolute upper hand in terms of mental power. Hence, we fought alongside Halland for a long time. We almost plowed through the entire planet. In the process, Halland's already damaged mental power was continuously consumed. Finally, Sandora found an opportunity to attack. She could use the power of a Soul Snatcher to completely suppress Halland's movements, just like now.
"You want to tear my soul apart?!" Halland and Sandora's powers were in a stalemate. Halland had to maintain his consciousness under the Soul Snatcher's crushing mental power. He also had to resist the muzzle of his own weapon. At the same time, he had to resist the pain of several fatal wounds on his body. However, he didn't retreat or fall. Instead, he stood up straight and slowly but firmly walked towards us. "Sandora? Kelvi? Ulysses, Princess Warsong with a wicked sense of humor. Every enemy who died in your hands had their soul destroyed before their physical body collapsed. You really live up to your reputation. "
"You are now an enemy," Sandora looked down at Halland. "You are on the wrong side."
"It is meaningless," Halland replied with only four words. He didn't have any more floating cannons to use. So, he suddenly drew his finger knife. This kind of command knife wasn't a real weapon, but it was better than nothing. Halland charged in front of Sandora. "You are an enemy too!"
I easily stopped him. He couldn't even get within ten meters of Sandora. I clutched his neck and tried to channel my Void power into this tough guy's soul to reverse his state of the Abyss. However, I met with strong resistance. It seemed that I had to wait until the other party was weak enough to purify an emperor, and it was still too early to do so.
Halland glanced at me in confusion. He looked as though he was wondering where I had come from. I had been fighting with him for half a day!
It seemed that Sandora's mental power was about to overwhelm his mind. Halland couldn't think normally anymore.
"Do you think you can still fight?" Sandora's voice was calm as she asked in a declarative tone.
"I am still alive." Halland shook his head. He suddenly revealed a ferocious expression. The wounds all over his body suddenly burst into sparks. The sudden burst of power actually broke free from my grip. This crazy guy charged at Sandora again. "Do you think a living apostle will surrender?!"
I didn't make a move this time. It wasn't that I didn't have enough time, but Sandora stopped me through our mental link. This was Halland's final charge as a fallen emperor. In theory, it was the final battle of his career as a fallen apostle. Sandora hoped that she could personally defeat this tenacious opponent. It could also be considered as her respect for her former colleague: I respect this choice.
They engaged in an extremely short confrontation. Two opponents who were proficient in long-range combat against armies chose to end everything with a duel between knights. The battle only lasted for a split second. The two of them exchanged blows countless times in that second. Finally, the two of them dove towards the nearest floating island. Halland's body was covered in numerous wounds. The command blade in his hand was also broken at the waist. Sandora's Abyss Claw was pressed against the former's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.
The violent impact caused a small crater to appear on the floating island. Halland was nailed to the bottom of the crater. His chest was pierced through by the Abyss Claw. The place where the Abyss Claw came into contact with his body emitted black smoke as though it was burning. But to the Shiring Apostles, this wasn't a fatal wound. He still had the strength to struggle. He gripped the sharp black claw tightly in an attempt to pull it out. Sandora maintained her suppressive posture. She expressionlessly looked down at the prey under her claws. In her Abyss form, Sandora's appearance was somewhat ferocious. Her method of using the claw to nail the enemy to the ground was truly savage. No wonder she didn't usually like to use her Abyss form. It really wasn't a pleasing sight.
"You are about to weaken enough," Sandora suddenly said after several minutes of stalemate with Halland.
"I have never heard that Princess Zhange likes to torture her prey." Halland struggled angrily. "Look at your current state! You are the same as all of us! "
"I will remember what you said. I will deal with you later." Sandora suddenly removed her Abyss form. "What I mean now is — are you ready to change back to your original self?"
"Wha …" Halland was first surprised that Sandora actually removed all of her suppression, including the Abyss Claw and Spirit Crush. Then, she was surprised that a fist the size of a casserole was rapidly enlarging in front of her eyes …
"It's my Returning Prodigal Face-Slapping Fist!"
Receiving Sandora's signal, I swung my fist and punched Halland's chin. The moment my fist landed, I realized one thing: The epic battle just now had ended. Now, the plot had irrevocably returned to Schilling's style. If it was possible, I really hoped that my skills would look better, or even have a cool name. That would make it worthy of the current atmosphere. However, seeing that even Xiaoxue, who had transmigrated here from the future, was used to using a pair of tortoise fists like me, I knew that I wouldn't be able to be cool in the foreseeable future. I felt a little sorry for Halland. His image might not have been great two seconds ago, but at least he was lofty. However, I still had no choice but to punch him … Alright, at least Halland didn't object to it.
Of course, the main reason why he didn't object was because he was stunned by the blow.
The injured fallen emperor looked at me in astonishment. That punch just now wasn't really a killing move. It probably didn't hurt him at all. Other than his pride, I reckoned that he didn't lose anything else. That was why he was only stunned. In his eyes, my appearance must be very strange: a dark shadow roughly in the shape of a human, and in order to save materials, I don't even have legs, just floating in the air like a ghost creature. This' ghost creature 'just punched him, and its' motive is unknown '. If I were Halan, I would have called the caring sister for help at this time …
"It seems that the corruption is quite deep." Sandora furrowed her eyebrows. "Ah Jun, try it again."
Thus, I continued to punch him in circles. Of course, I knew that it would be impossible to recover Halland in a short period of time. Back then, I had reversed the transformation of Vincent. Carlo, Xiaoxue and I have been fighting a father and daughter duo for a long time. No matter how weak Halan is now, the degree of his corruption is still there. I silently said sorry in my heart and continued to punch Halan's face as his eyes turned from confusion to anger …
Many people probably had the same question: Why was the reverse transformation so troublesome? Why did the reverse transformation require a beating? Alright, actually, I had asked the same question in the beginning. I had also gathered half a dozen Tawil to work overtime to research this question. The final conclusion was: It was easy to reverse transform a normal fallen apostle. As long as they were installed into the mental network of a Void Creature, they would be able to reverse transform themselves over time. However, against a Commander-level infected with a deeper corruption level, stronger individual strength and a stronger will, the Prodigal Son Punch was the most effective. The success rate was also the highest (currently 100%). At the very least, it would still be the case when Xiaoxue turned seventeen in the future.
The reason seemed to be related to the battle I had with Icetis back then. That was the first time the Prodigal Son Punch (I shuddered when I said the name) appeared. Or rather, it was the first time I had used all of my Void Power to turn (slap) a high-level Abyss Creature. Before that, the Visca that I had unconsciously turned wasn't purified using the "standard method". Naturally, it wasn't feasible. The Void Creature's strange information perturbation force played a role in this. If I wanted to reverse transform an Abyss Creature quickly and in a controlled manner, the only way would be to recreate the fierce battle I had with Icetis back then …
If the person I fought with back then wasn't a female hooligan like Bryndis, perhaps the situation would have been better. Today's face-slapping fist might have a more flashy name or a cool move, but unfortunately, Bryndis was a female hooligan. Back then, she swung her fists at me for several hours. What a f * cking sad story.
"Have you woken up?" I pressed down on Halland's neck and glared at her. I felt that it was wrong of me to have let my imagination run wild just now. However, when I saw the crazed desire to destroy in her eyes, I immediately put aside my guilt. "Looks like you still need to wake up!"
A villain who has gone astray really needs to be beaten up by the male protagonist before he can realize his mistake and return to the right path! I finally understood why so many television dramas ended with the villain being pressed onto the ground and beaten up. Then, they would spit out blood and their front teeth before repenting.
Although the male lead was a little frustrated and the atmosphere wasn't normal, more importantly, the person who was pressed onto the ground looked more like the main character than me. I was starting to feel like I was the villain.
"Halland, if you still have any sense of honor as an apostle, cooperate with the new power in your body and control your thoughts." Sandora stared into Halland's eyes. She couldn't help, but she hoped that she could awaken the normal personality in Halland's body. The purification power of the Void Creature should have already taken effect. If Halland's personality could awaken, he would have suffered less during the purification process.
Halland's eyes were filled with confusion and anger. He was still controlled by his desire to destroy and struggled to break free from my grip. Even though it was only for an instant, the explosive power was still shocking. He let out a low roar and tried to fight back. I knocked him down again. "You should listen to my wife! We are saving you! "
"… Die …" Halland squeezed out a word and charged at me again.
I had no choice but to knock him down again. "As long as you don't wake up, I will continue to beat you up. Do as you see fit!"
The only response I got was a low growl and counterattack. This cycle seemed to last for a long time. I knocked down my opponent, and he counterattacked angrily. I knocked down my opponent again, and he counterattacked angrily. I knocked down my opponent again, and he counterattacked angrily. He used all his strength to block my fist and shouted, "Are you done yet?!"
I was really angry now. "Do you know how much Sandora and I have paid to wake you up?! Do you know that a round of saturation bombardment is enough to blow you and your army up?! You f * cking asked me if I'm done … Hey, why are you speaking normally now? "
I noticed that the crazed desire to destroy in Halan's eyes had dissipated. The Abyss reaction in his body had calmed down. Halan shouted at me hoarsely, "I've been awake for a long time!"
I was speechless. "… Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Halland was stunned. He seemed to be confused as to why he had fought with me for so long even though he had already woken up. However, he quickly came back to his senses. "You pressed me down on the ground and beat me up for so long. Can't I fight back subconsciously?!"
I thought about it. That made sense …
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