Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Many of the summoned mystical beasts have some teleportation or instant traveling method in some way that allowed them to directly confront their summoner's target head to head combat but got charred into a lump of coal with a hole instead.

Because apparently, it took more than just a lump of flesh and armor to stop an accelerating Pseudo-Angel with an extra propeller on her back.

"There were so many of them and too little speed to arrive at the designation." MF gritted her teeth in discomfort. "Cyanotype is probably struggling there as it's strangely taking a while."

The rocket propeller between her skeleton-armed wings were connected with bio-material that MF could attach and detach without tampering with any of her Angel Form's structure.

With her gauntlet, she implanted an extra part of the rocket equipment with extra glands that produced more destructive blood at massive scale with every second passed.

Just as the Ouroboros glided the vacuum of space in supersonic speed, she was simultaneously deploying an army of gigantic impalers with the bright hue of red that she poured on the space, tainting it with her blood.

"That ought to do it."

Because it had also placed back the mana reactor upon the top of the propelling equipment as well. Or else, how would she be controlling and modifying the destructive blood that way. Although it was mostly unnecessary, getting an overkill was better than having less.

Each of the destructive blood was carrying the time-ticking mutagen each time a new batch got sprayed into the trail of the Ouroboros' path. They immediately formed into the ominous shape they got now with an extra nuclear-powered thruster on their back.

The flesh shredding of the cosmic beasts immediately began the moment they started to approach her instead of focusing on a massive salvo of range projectiles. Even knowing all of this the massive planetary turtle didn't care and kept sending more and more victims upon the blood stained constellation.

After realizing the field performance of her own fighting capability, MF was tempted to literally fight this planet-sized entity.

'It was a pointless fight statistically but it definitely allowed me to gauge my own firepower on whether I could really level up my fighting chance against those kinds of enemies in the future.' MF stared at the glowing and frowning eyes of the turtle that was visibly clear from her distance.

She replied to her own fun dilemma with a smile.

"Might as well leave this world a literal bang! I'm sure that Cyanotype is taking her time with whoever is behind this whole raid."

Increasing her speed, she went further and beyond. The ballistic Ouroboros reached a velocity of forty times the speed of sound. Because there was no air friction in space, she accelerated even further knowing that she had no shortage of fuel with her trusty dark seed of creation around her palm.

"After calculating the effectiveness of my arsenal, I think this is the time to test the utility of the xeno-formation again." She chuckled.

With the knowledge of the beyonder of the upper dimensions comprehension, she connected her wrists to stabilize her hand in the making of the xeno-material. As the catastrophe unfolded above her vision, she was comfy with her gaze focused on unraveling the pandora box once again.

Of course, she didn't have much time on uncovering new schematic of xeno-formation and those otherworldly material array allocation requirements for anything to work was a bit more strict than any concept available in this world.

And so, just like how she almost accidentally killed herself over a gravitational dense-as-hell orb with a reflecting capability—she brought the same reflector orb onto this realm and prepared herself to create another one for a different purpose.

The reflector orb was pointed to the front as MF used her own consciousness strings to push the object to indefinitely stay within her vision. Or else, it would stop like how it does against all kinds of gravity and deflect MF at a hundred times the speed of light to the opposite direction upon impact.

She was then ready to tweak the second reflector orb to have a dense gravitational orb. With her consciousness strings attached at the overly hazardous object like a western gunslinger with the gun on her hip, she aimed her direction to the location of the space turtle.

"This thing might make this whole realm unstable and I'm afraid that I can't undo anything when the deed is done." The Ouroboros reluctantly grinned. "Well, dirty deeds done dirt cheap. Couldn't have worded it a little better after calculating the consequences."

But she forgot the most fundamental reality of them all.

It was the fact that this realm wasn't her at all.

"Nobody will see it as a crime if nobody were here to see it!"

With her first reflector on track, she instantly recreated another orb right behind the first one. In a split second, she increased the gravitational orb and its density onto a dangerous threshold before stopping to maintain its location using her consciousness strings.

At the split millisecond after all of that, MF changed her own direction, leaving the both of the orb to impact each other.

'And let the curtain fall~'

The first orb clashed against the second orb, deflecting each other with ten times the speed of MF's current traveling speed.

The second orb got deflected to the labyrinth, crashing at and leaving a sizable tunnel on its trail.

Meanwhile, the first orb was traveling faster than anything other than light itself. One second, the giant turtle didn't truly know what had happened. All that it remembered and trusted was its instinct to engage and exterminate any cheater who somehow managed to find a way to bypass the area beyond the elongated labyrinth.

On the cheater side, MF was fully aware that her action would result in an utter destruction and cosmic by intentionally unleashing an unstoppable force upon this realm. Of course, raw calculation was still a raw prediction with no clear result and experience backing it. Hence why it might go in the way where it deviated from the final estimation of this scenario.

And this time, she underestimated her own creation.

It only took ten second for the deflected giant orb to travel through a myriad, of millions, of kilometers of vacuum of space. When the orb was in the range of the turtle, everything was still normal until the next 0.05 seconds passed.

In just a blink of an eye, the planet-size turtle gorily expanded a thousand times its size, spewing all of its body parts and inside to the beautiful galaxy while leaving a large circle of its barely-intact remains. The rest of the summoned mystical beasts were obliterated by the sudden acceleration from the space debris of its mangled summoner.

An explosion had also occurred in a far and far away distance from both of them. Shining with a blinding light that consumed the whole cosmos with warmth. Apparently, the orb had also made contact with a celestial giant and its force of destruction had led this celestial giant to unleash super nova.

MF stopped, dropping her jaw with a little sprinkle of denial. Only a minute later did the beautiful supernova appear within her vision. It was the most dangerous and spectacular view that should be treasured, but for MF, it was mostly an overwhelming guilt for going over the fence.

It didn't directly affect the labyrinth and MF herself but it certainly made a really special experience for the adventurous Ouroboros to ingrain in her mind.

While MF was troubled on whether to feel bad or not, her Occult Beast was troubled on another thing that was tied to a contest about who is more insane than another.

"The tingle from the forbidden one that should soothe you out of your living threshold!" Cyanotype swung her tendrils as she crushed the souls that were implanted on every witch that were spawned. "I'm sure that you don't feel anything other than pain and relentless depravity throughout your whole life."

"My brother!" Yaksha Tivra began to prod the floor rapidly with his staff as his body trembled from ecstasy of the fight. "Nobody knows more of my pain than you! Show me yours! Show me your madness upon the toll of mortality on that feeble effort of yours!"

'Oh wow.' Cyanotype felt uncomfortable. 'Meshia might be extremely mad if she were here.'

With more witches spawning left and right to create more chaos, Cyanotype was forced to cast more of her fragments to create twenty more Boogeys, forcing her to fight with only her upper torso.

She also took out more than twenty blood orbs from her Occult Domain. Elusively guiding all of that liquid down to her throat, her whole appearance changed brightly in red color, amplifying the madness effect that she introduced to this whole room.

"It seems like I need to kill you faster. Any last words?"

"My last word would be something that I'll say when I'm going to die.." Yaksha Tivra laughed maniacally. "And I'm not going to die anytime soon!"