Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

Most of the heinous anchored tentacles on the ground have been amputated. 70% of the mass of Anvriel's ugly form had been devoured by Damascus' artifact. If fortune was on their side, the fight would end instantly.

'Just another push!'

Because Damascus didn't use any kind of protection until now, MF's role in the offensive unit was to manipulate the aggro and to clear the path for the scimitar of the seven deadly sins to rend the massive lump of flesh into a carcass.

MF had been holding the stinging feeling on her soul for quite a while now. Both of her orbiting pills were too distracting for MF to commence the most effective moves.

Until those pills collided.

"URGH!?"

She lost her focus for a second as one of the sky shredder's projectiles managed to land a blow on her left stomach. Thanks to the armor that Tuli designed, it only dealt minimal damage and the armor immediately regenerated itself.

But MF lost her momentum, Damascus immediately retreated after seeing the attack that almost hit her because it wasn't manipulated by MF. She was outside of her effective attack range and the pace of the destruction was slowing down because of it.

The 'Overshadowed Rebellion' and 'Revenant Berserker' pills had fused into 'Nerull's Bane'. Massive amounts of subconscious energy from her soul surged in and out through every crevice of her body.

MF was immediately paralyzed for a moment. The abrupt absence of control on her supersonic speed resulted in a devastating crash against the ground. It was a close call but she immediately soared to support Damascus afterward as if nothing had happened. In fact, she felt better than before.

Every inch of her body was encompassed with an ink-like vague substance that almost seemed like it was generated from her whole physical vessel, trailing a visibly dark-scrapped long stroke as if the sky was tampered with by a painter with MF as the brush.

The energy complemented well with her dense amount of 'void'. It acted like a Pseudo Golden Orb where it nourished the converted and stored mana from its Mana Reactor with an abyssal-black color, increasing the density and energy emitted by 10 times the amount.

MF expressed a confused grin as she concentrated her rocket wing's propulsion. The emissions from the thrusters also became black. It took a while for MF to notice what happened in the short span of time.

'What's with this timing!?'

The full picture of the hidden benefits from Nerull's Bane pill were still left uncovered, but if she was about to put more effort into analyzing it than trying to regain back the destructive pace of her and Damascus' assault, then Damascus would be forced to stay out of reach to keep herself alive.

And giving a second for the Angel to take a breath was one of the worst scenarios within this critical operation.

Even though MF had raised the bar by also contributing to the destruction dealt with, the broken pace had resulted in an unfixable rate of escalating regeneration.

Until Anvriel reached its complete form.

"Seemed like we need to work harder from now on." MF chuckled.

Damascus was not devastated. Instead, she was more excited than ever. "It's getting harder but we're still within the plan."

Anvriel wailed, the mountain-sized abomination flapped its enormous wings as if it was nothing. The gushes had destroyed most of the range, rendering it a pseudo wasteland. A giant eye disgustingly opened from the ripped white flesh of the giant, it stared at MF and Damascus. MF's skin crawled at the sight.

She had never been so disgusted until now. 'I didn't know that the bigger the eye that stared at me, the more repulsive my throat feels to puke out my stomach.'

All fine and dandy, the situation might actually be the worse than anything that she has encountered so far, but as long as the Ouroboros have numerous plans up to her sleeve, MF's confidence would be up to the roof and the sky above.

Amidst the conflicted feelings, a thunderous boom had ruptured the sky with a loud crack and flash. MF looked above, her smile widened with both excitement and fear.

The silhouette of a gigantic humanoid, pulsating armor, a shining hue stemming from the back of a giant skull. MF could see a smaller shadow, bearing a piercing neon-pink gaze that made MF sweat because of the possible consequences of this scenario.

'Why is Abe five times bigger!? Why do I feel killing intent from my wife's glare!?'

The Ouroboros grabbed Damascus to clear the path of the falling titan. Like a meteor, Abe hurled his punch to smash the heaven out of the giant eye. A destructive shockwave was unleashed in every direction as the massive blob of flesh was knocked down back to the mother nature it had wrecked upon.

Neamh rumbled, shuddered by the sheer amount of force that the Avalanche Bringer had brought—and the gigantic fleshy ball it knocked out. Everything was so massive and powerful to the point that the words 'massive' and 'enormous' would have turned redundant should the fight go on.

Using his signature move, Abe accumulated his dark energy on its jaw to spray the otherworldly beast with decimating rays in a cone to blast it back to its former plane. The humanoid on top of Abe's skull immediately soared to MF's direction.

The lovely mouse ears on top of her green hair made MF want to caress it due to the stress she was having. Her petite and slender body enticed MF to cuddle it, but the deadly glare and the dark crystal on her forehead that plumed an eerie dark substance into the air reverted all the comfy feelings into a fight-or-flight response.

'Shit, Foel was suspicious of the movement I made.'

MF checked her behind and the tracking device was still there. Despite MF getting blasted away many times, she was astounded that the tracking device survived.

The tanomobi glared at Damascus. Either it was an instinct or threat, the lady of the throne smiled wryly as she tried her best to not lose her cool. Her pose looked composed but her whole body was shaking. 'W-who is this!? Why do I feel a looming maw that could kill me any second just with her sheer presence!? Is it Lord Ouroboros' acquaintance? Then why is Lord Ouroboros sweating!'

The intense scene dissipated as Foel sighed with content, relieved.. "Thankfully, you're fine, darling."