Chapter 1202: Chapter 823: Outsiders Have No Regard for the Rules
Facing this strike that had already surpassed the very concept of speed, Kana didn’t take it head-on.
His Datafication-based thinking had long since predicted the attack trajectory.
His figure vanished from his original spot in an instant like a glitching phantom, then solidified again on the silver plane a kilometer away.
Boom——!
The tail strike whiffed, instead whipping down on the silver "ground" beneath where Kana had been hovering.
In the violent explosion, that entire area was forcibly blasted apart.
The Power almost whipped so many cracks into space itself that they overlapped with the physical fractures around them, making it look like a kaleidoscope.
The silver liquid Metal was blown by the frenzied Abyssal Power into a skyful of falling liquid meteors, scarlet data stream breakpoints flickering everywhere.
The spatial barrier at the center of the explosion fluctuated violently and was nearly shattered.
Kana tilted his body slightly, watching the spatial ripples still twisting at the edge of the blast point.
He reached out and lightly tapped the air.
The wavering space stabilized.
This still had to be maintained; otherwise, if it really spilled over to the Blood Pit Fortress outside, that would be a huge loss.
"Decent Power, but your precision and Rule utilization rate are pathetic. How much energy has the Abyss’s wildness wasted?"
Kana’s voice echoed calmly through the space, carrying a trace of Datafication-style analysis and undisguised "academic" contempt.
"Insolence! Insect! You know nothing of the Abyss’s mighty Power!" The Greedy head roared in fury, the three heads turning in unison as lava, poisonous breath, and soul siphon once again combined to lock onto Kana.
"Hiss... landing a hit is what counts..." the Cunning head added darkly.
The Brutal head bellowed, "Get out here! Stop hiding!"
Kana’s gaze was icy cold.
This was an emotional numbness he couldn’t avoid whenever he entered his Divine Track Status.
It’s not that all Gods experience emotional dullness, it’s just that most Gods are influenced by their Rules.
Normally, it’s simply because Rule-type Power is cold, which in turn rationalizes the mind.
But many Gods can actually avoid that without much difficulty.
Kana’s unavoidable condition, though, stemmed from his own Rule, which was innately colder, innately more rational.
The Rule itself is rational, and the Power derived from that Rule is rational as well; with that double stacking, it becomes very hard to eliminate the influence.
Under normal circumstances, Kana could still avoid being affected, but once he entered his true God Status and started using Datafication Power in battle, it became inevitable.
Datafication.
By nature it belongs to Order—rational, cold.
His silver arms slowly raised to his chest, both hands forming a phantom grip.
More silver liquid seeped out from the Void and the plane beneath his feet, flowing into his palms like a turning river of stars.
At the same time, those scarlet lines like divine blood began condensing into a core in his palms.
This time, what he intended to construct... was a true war megastructure.
Anyway, this was all just probing attacks.
Might as well go a bit over the top, a bit flashy—no problem.
The liquid Metal morphed wildly under his will: huge gears, rotating rings, the embryonic form of a deep, yawning gun barrel took shape at high speed, while at the core a single scarlet point capable of erasing the land was forming.
Meanwhile, behind him, the outlines of six Alchemy Puppets—scaled exactly to Kana’s divine body and entirely formed from silver-white Metal and scarlet energy veins—were gradually solidifying.
Their faces were expressionless, cold data light flaring in their cores as they locked onto Cerberus’s three Energy Core weak points.
Cerberus sensed the aura of that still-condensing destructive Power, enough to threaten the stability of His body, as well as the icy killing intent emanating from those six increasingly distinct puppets.
Alarm bells exploded in His heart.
All three heads turned serious.
Though He didn’t want to admit it, the finesse with which this little God controlled Rules and energy, and those puppets that bizarrely fused Order and some unknown energy, all made Him feel a very real threat.
Most of all, that sensation of being completely seen through made Him incredibly, incredibly irritated.
As if some gaze had scanned Him inside and out, down to the last detail—and with extreme hostility on top of that.
As a naturally born God, and one birthed in the Abyss at that, His very nature was an emotional being.
"Enough!"
The Greedy head suddenly let out a thunderous roar, but this time it was not rage, rather with a hint of theatrical flair.
"Damn Order God... today my Status... mm... this avatar hasn’t fully woken up yet! These Space Rules are way too repulsive!"
He forcibly found Himself a step down.
The Cunning head immediately followed His lead: "Hiss... exactly! The Rules in this crappy place are all twisted! Count yourself lucky, brat!"
The Brutal head didn’t catch on: "Huh? We’re not fighting? I just got war—mm?"
He was forcibly suppressed by a single thought from the middle head.
Cerberus’s massive body began to slowly withdraw, six feet treading on the still-rolling embers of energy on the spatial plane, each heavy impact shattering another slice of Void.
"Hmph!"
His three heads gave Kana one last hard look, especially at the not-yet-fully-formed instrument of annihilation in his hands and the puppets behind him.
"Guard your little trash heap. One more festering pustule in the Abyss doesn’t make a difference... Next time... next time it won’t end this easy."
He left behind a threat with zero deterrent effect, sounding more like He just wanted to put on a show.
His colossal form tore through the layers of space and vanished quickly into the seething Abyssal Void.
As if He really had "poor Status" and was retreating for the moment.
The battle came to an abrupt end.
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