Chapter 376: Second Personality
Before the fortress defense battle began, Phield had ordered Alexia to assemble a mineral exploration team.
Suppressing the worry in his heart, Phield rode to a nearby hill. He turned to look at Firomina, who was quietly hugging his waist, looking unusually well behaved.
"Want to try fighting?" Phield reached out and poked the girl’s cheek.
"Hm?"
Firomina couldn’t understand what he meant. She simply tilted her head, her face filled with confusion.
The moment she saw his finger approaching, she immediately closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and gently sucked on it with complete seriousness.
"My goodness, she’s so dumb. And you actually expect her to fight?" Ophelia burst into laughter. "She’s still just a baby. We’re not even communicating on the same wavelength. Depending on her is less realistic than hoping the enemy runs headfirst into a rock and kills themselves."
"Don’t say that about her." Phield climbed off his horse and carefully helped Firomina down as well. "I just want to test her second form. It might be incredibly powerful."
Ophelia laughed maliciously.
"Do whatever you want. At this point, even if you decided to test her in bed instead, I wouldn’t have any objections."
"Very funny. Just you wait."
With a thought, Phield directly took control of Firomina through their soul connection.
"Firomina, Sunlight Patterns!"
The instant the words left his mouth, golden soul flames ignited within Firomina’s eyes. Afraid of draining too much of his own soul power, Phield immediately released the control.
Golden motes large enough to blanket half the sky gathered together.
Centered on Firomina, endless waves of light and heat erupted outward, as though a blazing sun itself had descended upon the world.
An overwhelming and terrifying power spread across the surroundings.
Firomina stepped out from within the radiance.
Her clothing had become even more revealing, and her entire body floated effortlessly in the air. Golden flames burned around her arms and ankles, radiating frightening power. Most striking of all was the celestial halo behind her head. Shaped like a stellar wheel, it overflowed with cold divinity that instinctively drove others away.
"So I was contracted by a human... and even touched by filthy hands. How blasphemous."
Firomina cast the two of them an indifferent glance before raising her head and surveying the surroundings. Seeing the corrupted creatures everywhere, she frowned beautifully.
"The world has become filthy once again."
"What the hell!"
Phield and Ophelia stared at each other in complete disbelief.
"You can talk now. No, more accurately, you can think." Ophelia pointed at Firomina in amazement. "Changing forms actually gave you a brain."
"I have no interest in speaking with an insignificant lizard. It lowers my dignity."
Firomina barely lifted her eyelids.
"Damn it!"
Ophelia exploded with rage and lunged forward, ready to punch her.
"Calm down."
Holding back the struggling Ophelia, Phield hurriedly asked the question he cared about most.
"Why did you destroy the world? It was you who destroyed the First Era, wasn’t it?"
"Why? I’ve forgotten... I’ve forgotten all of my past memories."
Firomina pressed a hand against her head and thought painfully for a moment before looking at Phield with a complicated expression.
"You... resurrected me just to ask that?"
"That was only a side question. I brought you back because I wanted your strength." Phield spread his hands.
Ophelia added from the side, "Stop pretending, trash lord. You’re obviously thinking about having children with her. I saw through your little scheme instantly."
"I knew it."
Firomina looked at him as though he were garbage.
"You fantasize about earning my affection, yet in reality, all you can do is vent your twisted desires on me while I’m burdened with endless negative states. A pitiful creature whose mind will collapse long before anything else."
"Huh?"
Phield blinked in confusion.
"But you’re the one who keeps clinging to me. I haven’t done anything."
"Silence!"
Firomina froze for an instant before her aura exploded.
"You are not allowed to contradict a single word I say. Otherwise, I’ll slap you to death."
She knew perfectly well that he had dressed her in those unbearably embarrassing clothes, yet he still dared to claim he had done nothing.
"Hey, you shameless tramp. Just because you’ve got a halo floating behind your head doesn’t mean you can talk to my lord like that."
The previously carefree Ophelia immediately lost her temper the moment Firomina threatened to kill Phield.
She planted her hands on her hips.
"Only I get to call him trash lord. We’re both calamities, so who says I’m afraid of you? I’ll hang you upside down and beat you nine times every three days."
"How dare you!"
Firomina was furious.
"Alright, alright. Stop arguing."
Phield gently stroked Ophelia’s large tail, calmly soothing her anger.
"The two of you really have terrible tempers."
"Mortal. You comforted her but not me. Are you looking down on a Calamity?"
Firomina clenched her fists as an inexplicable wave of sadness welled up inside her. The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them and even began questioning herself.
Huh?
Why do I feel sad?
"Fine, fine. You get your share too."
Phield reached out toward her, only for Firomina to sidestep him.
"Don’t touch me. If you want something, pray to me directly. If I’m in a good mood, I might grant your wish."
Apparently satisfied, Firomina assumed a proud posture, as though waiting to hear his request.
"It’s simple. Help clear out the corrupted corpses. We need to reclaim all of this land."
"I don’t know why I should bother, but I’m in a fairly good mood right now."
Firomina lowered her eyes slightly.
A golden seed drifted out from the center of her forehead.
With a casual wave of her hand, the Seed of World Destruction erupted like a Gatling gun, unleashing a torrential storm of cross shaped golden beams. Though sacred in appearance, each beam carried overwhelming destructive power. The instant they struck the ground, dazzling white explosions erupted everywhere.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It was as though bombers had carpet bombed the battlefield.
A chain of violent explosions stretched continuously from east to west.
Countless severed limbs of corrupted corpses were hurled through the air. Their powerless screams echoed briefly before vanishing. On Phield’s minimap, an enormous section of red skull markers disappeared in an instant. At least two or three hundred corrupted corpses had been wiped out immediately.
Most of them never even realized what had happened before they were blasted into clouds of blood.
Even the blood mist itself detonated and evaporated under the terrifying heat.
"Is... is that a Divine Skill?"
Ophelia’s eyes widened in shock.
"It was only a casual wave of my hand."
Firomina snorted proudly.
"Mm... my head hurts."
Not even two seconds after boasting, Firomina rubbed her head and shook it hard.
"I’m suffering a backlash. The laws won’t allow me to exist. Why?"
Seeing such horrifying destructive power, a thought suddenly flashed through Phield’s mind.
Could this woman have killed so much in the past that even the heavens struck her down?
With such overwhelming area destruction, if she had unleashed this during the fortress battle, even another thirty thousand enemies would have stood no chance.
"Don’t force yourself. Let’s stop bombarding them. We’ll leave the rest to everyone else."
Seeing Firomina clutching her long hair while enduring the pain, Phield immediately became worried and hurriedly stopped her.
"I don’t need your concern."
The more she spoke, the more determined she became.
Divine power surged violently once again as even more cross shaped stellar beams roared across the battlefield.
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