NOVEL NEXT Chapter 295: Ugly cold
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The White Canzer couldn't help but exclaim once she saw the human manifest two different kinds of powers in quick succession.
It was common knowledge that humans only had one or two powers in their arsenal. They weren't like Canzers who had multiple powers.
Not only that, the human's powers were somehow able to damage her puppets even in this dreamscape.
Each of the puppets suffered severe burns from the explosions. Atlan's exploding chitinous webs and his Apocalyptic Hellfire were enough to create intense damage to the dwarfs.
"I knew it…these puppets don't have the same power they had in the real world."
The White Canzer gritted her teeth. She had hoped that Atlan would get overwhelmed by the appearance of the dwarves and that he would panic and flee for his life. He shouldn't have known that the puppet's powers were extremely limited in this dreamscape.
But somehow, he was able to sense it.
It was all thanks to his Thermal Vision LifeSkill. He immediately noticed that their internal body heat was nothing compared to the ones he saw in the real world.
If he were to compare it, then the dwarves were like Student-level Canzers compared to the puppets, who were in the Specialist realm.
Therefore, these monsters were of no trouble for Atlan. Now that he could use all of his LifeSkills, there was no way that the dwarves could overpower him.
They finally succumbed to their burns and fell to the ground. They couldn't take the burns and damage that Atlan's LifeSkill inflicted upon them.
"Tch! Don't think that's the end of my wrath! This is my dream, and I can control it anyway I want!"
She conjured up multiple copies of the dwarves. Each seven personalities had five different clones, each one having the same power as the last one.
Even though these dwarves were weak physically, their numbers were endless. The White Canzer could manifest as many of them in her dream as possible.
She was going to tire Atlan out.
The hundreds of dwarves crowded him on all sides. Each of them vomited out their different powers, even inflicting them upon each other. But they didn't care. They were going to respawn into more clones either way.
Atlan's Angel Wings flapped, allowing him to escape into the air. The dwarves tried to catch up to him, but his speed was far too fast for them to even grasp his clothes.
"Let's see if you can escape a thousand, a hundred thousand, and even a million of my dwarves!"
The White Canzer continued to create dwarf after dwarf, quickly multiplying their numbers into the millions. It got so bad that the entire dreamscape was entirely replaced by a sea of dwarves squished upon each other.
They had no other thought other than to catch the human up in the air. Even as they suffocated from the overpopulation, they did not mind and continued to claw their way upwards, creating a tall mound that tried to reach up to the lone human.
Even if he used his Apocalyptic Hellfire a thousand times, he didn't think he could get rid of the dwarves below him.
There's no other choice. I'll have to use my trump card.
He reached down deep into his Soul System and activated his Berserker LifeSkill: Bloodline Transformation.
Slowly, his whole body started to rot. His skin, which was already pale, turned even paler until black spots started to spread out into his body. Slowly, decay consumed his entire being.
But instead of killing him, this decay only served to make him stronger. His body became even sturdier, surpassing even that of his SSS class Physique.
His head turned into nothing but a skull, with bits of skin still hanging on his cheeks.
His eyes were replaced with nothing but a small red ember, floating into the deep, dark crevice on his skull.
The White Canzer couldn't help but shudder at his appearance. Even though he had no eyes, she could feel his gaze pierce right towards her with malice.
Atlan had now become the very opposite of what the White Canzer desired. She wanted beauty in everything, especially herself. She never cared for ugly things as long as she, herself, was beautiful.
But somehow, seeing the hideous, decayed face of Atlan made her feel as if the ugliness was spreading towards her. She felt that if she stared at his skull any longer, then her whole face would also decay like him.
This was her worst nightmare.
"Kyaaa!!!!"
She screamed and covered her eyes. She didn't even care about what happened to her dwarves.
Atlan, with his bloodline transformation, emitted a very cold presence. His whole skeleton body went up in smoke, not because of a fire, but because of how cold his body was.
This cold started to spread until even the dwarves could feel their blood freeze and crack.
The top of the mound that tried so desperately to try and reach for Atlan immediately turned into a frozen block of ice. This continued to spread downwards, until the sea of dwarves turned into nothing more than a frozen block of ice, with the horrified expressions of the dwarves forever entombed on the glacier.
The White Canzer, frozen in fear, wasn't in the right mental state to create more clones of the dwarves.
This was a moment of weakness that Atlan didn't let go.
He let go of his transformation and activated his other LifeSkill.
He waited for a few seconds as he focused on his target. Thankfully, the White Canzer stood in place and didn't move a single inch. She was too frightened at Atlan's transformation and didn't want to see his face, even if it meant that she would never open her eyes ever again.
Finally, Atlan found the ability to activate his LifeSkill: Cherubic Retribution.
A golden cloud appeared above the White Canzer.
She wasn't like the Prince who had tremendous amounts of defense. She was feeble. Atlan reckoned that even this Student-level LifeSkill could kill her in one shot, if not critically injure her.