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To increase her survival rate, MF created an attachable extension of a hyper-speed propelling rocket. She then transformed into her Angel Form and strapped the equipment onto her back and each of her limbs.

With a rush of adrenaline, the Ouroboros boosted herself at an insane speed faster than twenty times the speed of sound.

"You won't fight it~?" Cyanotype wafted near the Ouroboros like a grabbed balloon, matching the speed of the Pseudo-Angel at her utmost speed.

MF merely sneered. "I'm not on drugs enough to take that thing head on without any plan or anti-planet weapon."

The planetary turtle summoned numerous magic formations at various sides. Some of them were at the size of the continent, while some of them were at the size of an adult human.

All of them began summoning various mystical creatures at their respective formation size. The portal of myriad formation was shining in the darkness of the galactic night.

Those army of cosmic beasts began to howl in extreme killing intent. Not showing any reluctance to the Pseudo-Angel in the form of flaming meteorites rushing at the end of this whole realm, they fly and glide upon the low gravity of this space.

The giant turtle then winded up its attack in the form of a continent size energy ball on its open jaw. Together with the other mystical beasts, they rallied a destructive wall of barraging salvo in the form of numerous things that may or may not be able to destroy an entire continent.

"Imagine needing to call for reinforcement while your size is bigger than a literal planet~" Cyanotype shook her head. "It seems like the galactic beast is more cowardly than it seems. It might be weaker than it seems too! Why don't we fight it head on~?"

"It seemed like the effects of the Red Thirst haven't worn off yet." MF nervously smiled. "I think I'll be giving you an exciting task in the meantime instead of seducing me to clash with that thing."

"Ooh!" Cyanotype appeared on the upper edge of her master vision, beaming with exhalariation on her drooling face. "What is it?"

"You can teleport, so why don't you try to intercept our marked target earlier and collect some fun information?" said Ouroboros as she dodged most of the projectile. Many of them were bigger than Domeniul Ceresc, but thankfully, MF was a professional pilot. "I do recommend caution because there is no way that someone who's able to create this enormous realm can be that of a small fry."

Cyanotype didn't listen to some of the details but she headbanged to show her sign of approval, instead of acknowledgement or agreement. "I can summon a few more Boogeys to help me in case of tormenting—I mean, distraught! So don't worry, Meshia~"

MF smiled widely, not because she was relieved, but because she knew that it wouldn't turn out well. 'Well, I might as well let her have fun.'

Right before Cyanotype teleported herself to the destination, MF whispered something with a sadistic flair.

"I permitted you to use all of your blood supply."

Cyanotype was surprised when she heard that, but it immediately turned into a lavish joy knowing that her master had acknowledged her action.

"Everything will dry, in Red Carcosa~"

Following the frame of bloodlust of the Occult Beast, she immediately seeped herself into the darkness.

The power within Cyanotype inhuman capability of vast teleportation was actually more of a consciousness ingraining more than a mass or material instant travelling. Cyanotype was not a materialistic entity to begin with, her sole existence was in the form of metaphysical manifestation of her Occult Core.

Within the space beneath the dark that was without any hint of direction, Cyanotype could channel herself to every darkness within the realm of reality that she was in.

By only having the information of where she needed to be, she then projected her own perception upon those places that had a darkness in its vicinity.

Her existence itself was not actually ingrained within the reality she was in. Hence why she was able to choose whether she could manifest herself or not by her own will. This kind of concealment transcends reality itself and it couldn't be reversed or detected by any means.

It might sound extremely overwhelming but the extension of her reality interference was mostly limited. To be exact, her main power aside from being the manifestation of madness was actually a self-existence manipulation, not as big of a concept as reality manipulation.

Upon her vision full of bloodlust, she beheld a tremendous ascending platform with a gigantic orb at the top. Moving through the crevice of shade, she found herself watching a strange man spectating on a vision on the giant orb inside an enormous room.

"Yes! Yes! Do more! Give me a more detailed presentation of yourself! Ouroboros!" The man with long melting silver hair shouted to himself upon the giant orb. He then rapidly slammed the end of the staff onto the platform like an excited child. "I like this! I like this!"

'This man turns out to be a freak,' Cyanotype thought to herself. 'I wonder how long he can scream when his throat is hung by his own intestine…'

Unknown to the Occult Beast, there was a staff end being protruded onto the shadow she was, almost stabbing by the throat if not for Cyanotype dodging at the last second.

"I can smell you." A tall woman hidden underneath a melting cloak appeared out of nowhere, hunting the intruder without opening her eyes. "A smelly rat has entered the room, it wouldn't be long until it shows itself."

The witch attempted another stab onto the shadow. Irritated, Cyanotype exited her darkness form and lunged her tendrils onto the woman at her chest.

On the outside, it seemed like the woman got impaled by the air. Because Cyanotype hadn't revealed her own existence, it felt like the witch had done stupid things to herself as the man ignored it.

"Tch! How dare you!"

Cyanotype then spread her own tendrils, mutilating the tall women from the inside. The Occult Beast then grabbed at the unrelenting witch's soul, before tearing and ripping it apart like a piece of paper.

'Tarara~ that experiment on soul structure did allow me to handle things like this more easily.'

Most of the witch's remains were flung in every direction. Some of them landed on the silver-haired man's face, only by then that the men finally averted his gaze from his precious orb.

"Dogma! I didn't create you to be attention seeking like a spoiled dog upon her owner!" The man then noticed that his servant's soul was nowhere near him. "I see that you've been killed."

He then retracted his gaze back at the orb as if nothing happened.

Cyanotype showed a face full of disgust. '... I didn't know that someone could be so nonchalant seeing their servant being utterly destroyed from existence.'

Irked by the ignorant nature of the man in front of her, Cyanotype decided to finally show her existence.

The room became dark. Choir of the unknown seeped at every direction that a perception could grasp. Only the object, flesh, and soul of a living being could be perceived in this room eternal deprivation.

Right before Cyanotype conjured an impaling tendrils at every direction to her target, a magic projectile blasted her back onto the wall, binding her as the room went back to normal.

"I see that you've arrived! Ouroboros!" The man turned in the Occult Beast's direction. "What beautiful timing you've come to!"

'Ah, it seems like he misunderstood me for Meshia. It's still weird that the Mark of Madness didn't affect him the slightest.'

Cyanotype then amplified her perception, spectating that her Mark of Madness had grown out of control.

"I see it now." The Occult Beast laughed. "You're already mad!"

"It's been awhile since I met my older brother within my vision." The man shed a tear as he gripped his beholder staff tightly. "The joy can never be destructive! Brother! Or should I say, the Almighty Ouroboros of the Perpetual Cycle of Life and Death!"

"You're definitely mad." Cyanotype then began to work on the binding spell that restricted her entire existence. It had some weakness there and there but Cyanotype still wanted to know more information. "So you're my little brother, correct?"

"Yes! I am!" A surge of liquid was spewed from the retina of his staff, those liquid became multiple witches that Cyanotype had encountered. "My name is Yaksha Tivra! The eighteenth children of the zero generation, Main-Fabled Experimentation!"

"I never heard of you, but—" Cyanotype sneered, trying to mess with the person in front of her as she broke the bind. "Before the celebration of our reunion, I want to see how strong you truly are~"

"Sure! Sure!" Yakhsa Tivra summoned more servants at his side. "Truly! Our primal instinct to clash with one another is as beautiful as it could be! Let the blood bath begin!"