Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 701 - 312. How are you so bad? You didn’t even trigger the task.

Chapter 701: 312. How are you so bad? You didn’t even trigger the task.

As an "Echoer," every attack would turn into a large-scale splash, echo, and shock. When facing multiple targets, it became extremely handy.

Once the Echo Force was attached to Sodom’s attack, every swing of the blade created an ocean of golden flames that surged and splashed onto bystanders, then continued to spread to the next person.

The effect of Gomorrah was even more spectacular because when the Echo Force was stacked on it, Li Aozi realized: this possession effect was diffusive.

It directly liberated its own combat radius; after a successful possession, the Echo Force spread out, immediately moving to the next person, and if the next person was hit, the effect of possession spread to the next after them.

After several iterations, in the entire nightclub, not one of the 100 or so Zeta-Tiered Powerhouses could use their extraordinary power.

Whether it was mechanical or magic, whether weapons or Qi Energy, all were forbidden by Gomorrah, and without the augmentation of Extraordinary Might, they just turned into a bunch of Zeta-Tiered monkeys.

Angels ruthlessly wielded their blades, purifying those plunged into darkness, while demons eagerly devoured others, engulfing them in shadows.

The scene was indeed somewhat ironic... There was a feeling that heaven and hell were made up of the same crew.

Li Aozi didn’t have to do anything.

With Mastery Level Sequential Arcane Energy, especially one so advanced, no thinking was needed at all; he simply rolled over everything, just watching his experience points climb.

"We can’t—keep going like this!"

Nariya radiated a burst of light, driving away the golden flames from her body, but the soul-searing pain lingered, making her unable to stand up straight. She knelt on one knee, breathing rapidly. After a long time, she gritted her teeth and pulled a ringed cross from her chest:

"Oh, most high and beautiful Goddess Redd Gold, you are the soul of Tolaras, the dependant of Syndicate, the shelter of Kartel, the master of Konzien, I am your devout believer, sincerely believing in capital and exploitation. I have never forgotten your greed and beauty. May your miracle descend here!"

The ringed cross flickered with Arcane Glow, and in the next moment, it released a clear silver radiance, rescuing a group of people from the fiery punishment.

"Oh!"

"Is it finally over?"

"That bastard, how does he have such power? Is this really Zeta-Tier?"

Crackle—

Priestess Alia casually ripped the lower part of her robes, exposing her thighs in fishnet stockings for easier movement, as she put a cigarette back into her mouth. With one hand, she worked a miracle, and black, corrupt Life Force dust scattered, landing on the injured, immediately reviving their spirits.

"Don’t just stand there," Alia said coldly. "This kid had more than two Sequential Arcane Energies."

Crack!

The Ice Demon, Dugen Gorath, broke free from possession, raised his hand to condense a Frost Scythe, and swung it behind him, severing Gomorrah’s body and head, sending it back to the shadow dimension.

"Ascenders of the ’Sovereign’ Pathway are truly troublesome, one after another."

Dugen was getting a bit upset.

As Quasi Iota Rank (7), Heavenly Fire’s Punishment barely caused him any damage, even with the 3x multiplier from War Maniac. It was ineffectual.

Because strong is strong.

Yet, precisely because he lacked a bit, not reaching the true Iota Phase, he was still not immune to Li Aozi’s Arcane Energy.

Especially that isolation of extraordinary ability—that was deadly for "Magicians"!

Other professions isolated from magic could still deal damage with normal attacks, or at worst pick up a gun and let loose a burst.

But for magicians, even their ’guns’—the Magic Guidebooks—were extraordinary items!

Either you have an artifact or a blessing with a higher tier than Arcane Energy, like Nariya, or you just have to suck it up.

Such a frustrating ability.

"I now roughly understand how Canyue died at your hands."

Dugen lifted his hand, and the scythe immediately turned to ice particles, dispersing with the wind. His gaze was stern, the surrounding air plummeted rapidly, almost in the blink of an eye, the temperature had dropped to minus 120 degrees and kept falling.

"So, miracles have been performed, huh."

Li Aozi didn’t pay attention to Dugen’s actions; after all, he knew this guy all too well.

Dugen Gorath, known as Nimotin of Layer Abyss.

Like the latter, in the early stages due to the mechanics and values being disgustingly tricky, he was thoroughly researched by infuriated players who clarified his skills, identity, and attacking desires.

Moreover, unlike that pauper Nimotin, Dugen’s magic book was very practical. Before reaching Kappa Rank, every spellcaster had one, which only motivated them more.

Just to farm his magic book, players repeatedly ran instances, starting from an average of 200 times each.

Up until now, that Dugen’s underwear had a white bear pattern, he added sheep milk when drinking strawberry coffee, and even sprinkled a layer of chocolate condensed milk on his molten lava cake—Li Aozi remembered all these details clearly.

As for the others?

"Everybody, charge! Kill this foreigner."

"Just an Arcane User, don’t get too arrogant!"

"I want to peel off that pretty little face of his!"

Li Aozi glanced at Priestess Alia.

Because of her sexual orientation and her notably attractive appearance, coupled with a history of fallen virtue, Priestess Alia was at the level of a Layer Abyss kingpin.

As for strength?

The Sodom Angel stepped forward, enduring the attack of around a hundred people, with her health points decreasing very slowly. Instead, each time the Heavenly Fire’s Echo was triggered, it scared people from coming too close. It was always Priestess Alia who had to yell for healing before they could continue to charge forward.

This level of Zeta Rank, despite the number of people, didn’t have any particular advantage, so no specific tactics were needed.

Honestly, they were all just small fry.

Dugen kept releasing cold air, Li Aozi knew he was chanting high-level magic.

It wasn’t a big deal; he too was just a small fry.

How insignificant were they? Li Aozi had been waiting here for five minutes, and the system hadn’t even prompted him with a task.

"You really aren’t qualified to be my adversaries."

Li Aozi shook his head, deciding to bring a little shock of Sequential Arcane Energy to these frogs in the well.

"[Sequence 56: Waning Moon]—Overlay!"

His elbow opened the Implant Gear pod, he said after a long absence:

"[Sequence 77: Calamity]—Overlay!"

"[Sequence 82: Bloodline]—Overlay!"

"[Sequence 9: Gravity]—Overlay!"

"Unity of four."

Li Aozi’s body bloomed like a petal unfolding outward, soon covered rapidly in crimson, and the next moment, his body shrank instantly, ascending millions of feet into the air, escaping the dome structure, and standing in the vacuum like a Sovereign, coldly surveying the land beneath him.

"Final Crimson."

Five years ago, when he first entered Zeta, he shattered the Fusion Councilor of the Mechanical World Society with this move.

Five years later, his Arcane Energy and strength had long since transformed, far surpassing the Zeta Tier.

Then, he spread his hands and rapidly descended towards the ground!