Chapter 120: The Magical Circus

Adonsa looked at Kant, who had collapsed in the distance, and remarked with a blank expression, "Pathetic. To think you still cling to the fragile form of a human; go back to suckling at the teat."

Kant forcibly shut down all his pain receptors. Looking at the terrifying monster disguised in the skin of a young girl, he twitched and retorted, "Asshole, aren't you in human form yourself..."

Adonsa narrowed her eyes, and a chilling aura made Kant’s breathing hitch, leaving him unable to speak.

Just then, a dazzling golden light flared nearby. The four elemental cycles—earth, fire, water, and wind—rose, and countless playful elemental spirits were summoned from the void, diving into the paradise formed by the elemental totems to frolic. These spirits were not truly sentient life forms; they were merely crystals naturally condensed from highly activated elements, much like falling snowflakes, only more complex and wondrous.

Watching her teammates risk their lives to hold back the enemy so she could complete this spell, Eva’s emotions surged, yet she had to feign composure to finish the complex and rigorous incantations and magic circles.

"Eva’s—Magic Circus!" she announced in a voice that felt like a release.

Magicians loved to name their creations after themselves—it was both an honor and an obligation. When their eponymous spells were used by others, it served as a reminder that no matter how exquisite the magic, it belonged to someone else. Only by creating one’s own magic could one prove that the gates to the halls of sorcery had truly opened to them. It was this powerful self-created spell that allowed Eva to serve as the leader of the Prism’s mages despite being only an intermediate-level practitioner.

"Magic Circus" was not a forbidden curse, but it was the most suitable single-target spell for the current situation. If one had to categorize it, it would be a "self-programmed automatic interception system." The basic principle involved arranging and replicating activated elements through modular external magical circuits, setting different automatic interception programs for various enemies, and overwhelming them with a massive volume of low-level spells.

Seeing the spell completed, Provence breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more confident about the subsequent strategy.

A series of crisp chimes rang out, and the Magic Circus above the heads of Eva and her two companions officially began to operate. First, a cross-shaped mark appeared above Adonsa’s head. The rotating four-element totems drove the lively spirits to collide and aggregate, naturally giving rise to numerous simple spells. As more spirits collided, the sound of their cheerful laughter seemed to ring in the air, and countless magical bolts burst forth like brilliant fireworks, aimed directly at Adonsa.

Adonsa moved, appearing ten meters away, but the magical beams swerved in mid-air to pursue her.

Dodging was possible, but it would be too humiliating and clumsy. Adonsa decided to stand her ground and face the onslaught.

*Ice Bind, Adhesive Field, Petrification, Paralysis, Rigidity...*

It was like watching an exposition of low-level magic; dozens of binding spells proliferated at a terrifying speed, instantly cast upon Adonsa. Some acted on her body, while others affected the surrounding environment, instantly making her like a butterfly trapped in a mud puddle—flapping her wings but sinking deeper and deeper. Even the air seemed to solidify under the influence of these spells. Adonsa, feeling as if she were under thousands of tons of pressure, intermittently rasped, "Are... are you ready... to die?"

Seeing Adonsa slowly begin to move, Provence took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The surrounding space began to fluctuate violently, though her true intent remained unknown.

Kant resolutely disengaged the safety limiters of his nano-combat suit. Countless carbon nanotubes pierced his muscles like a wild infection, rapidly compressing and assimilating the fragile tissue into the same carbon-nanofilament structure, while simultaneously sealing his wounds. The unbearable, unblockable pain flooded his consciousness, but his eyes grew colder and colder.

Although he walked the path of the "Blind Seer," he was the polar opposite of Kazan; he had always been unwilling to let go of the sensory pleasures of humanity, and thus could never take the most important step of the Blind Seer: becoming non-human. Furthermore, there were technical factors—possessing a mechanical brain while perfectly preserving one's ego was a high-end feat. If done incorrectly, one would end up as nothing more than a puppet with Kant’s memories, and how would that be any different from death?

Yet now, under the crushing pressure of Adonsa, he had no choice but to force his way into that realm and gamble his life.

Nash, still struggling with unstable breathing, also arrived on the battlefield. He stood silently beside Kant, exerting his full strength until strands of golden fur began to emerge. With the needle of a stimulant already poised, he was ready to join the fray at any moment.

Suddenly, a detached yet imperious voice echoed in their psychic link: "Move aside, I’ll handle this!"

Ran Bingqing, who had been blasted away, had finally returned. Though she looked disheveled, her spirit had reached its peak. She charged toward Adonsa with unstoppable momentum.

Bound by hundreds and thousands of continuously stacking spells, Adonsa moved with agonizing difficulty. She had completely lost the ability to move at high speeds, and her movements were now slower even than Ran Bingqing’s. Ran Bingqing threw a punch, which Adonsa blocked with great strain, only to be kicked hard in the stomach, sent flying twenty meters back, and forced to climb up slowly, hands pressed against the ground.

This feeling of suppression thoroughly displeased Adonsa. She clenched her fists, and her entire body began to inflate like a balloon. Knotted muscles tore through her delicate skin, and gray-red tissues revealed a perfect engineering structure through swirling patterns.

Adonsa finally abandoned her weak, fifty-cubic-decimeter, forty-kilogram normal form and began to assemble her true combat configuration. After comparing the unique genetic structure of this planet, she began to move beyond the limitations of four-base organisms, entering the bizarre realm of an eight-base existence.

The leap from four to eight was not merely a doubling; the gap could not even be accurately described by geometric progression. It meant greater stability, more combinatory potential, and greater room for growth. Previously, Adonsa was fundamentally a carbon-based organism, her genes constructed of five-carbon-unit backbones. Even with the shortcut of liquid metal cells and nanomaterials, it was merely a bionic integration into her cellular structure. The four-base genetic sequence struggled to adjust such complex cells, hitting an inevitable bottleneck.

The eight-base gene was the key to this breakthrough, allowing for the potential to incorporate even more elements into the bases—such as silicon, titanium, or gallium—to achieve even more powerful effects. However, the technology for eight-base genes was not yet mature and was still in the experimental stage. Adonsa believed that if she could successfully harvest the specific genes of humans and dragons, that day of maturity would not be far off.

Of course, to delay the backlash of "Indolence," Adonsa minimized the scale of her transformation.

The new body stood two meters tall. It possessed human limbs and a torso, but was exceptionally robust, covered in a layer of black exoskeleton structure that looked somewhat similar to Kant’s nano-combat suit. The inverted joints and abnormal muscular structure, however, were more beast-like.

Adonsa pressed her hands, which hung past her knees, directly onto the ground, moving like an ape. Her head had transformed into a nest of chrysanthemum-like tentacles, undulating like a sea anemone. For Adonsa, a head was merely a decoration; her sensory organs were already distributed throughout her body, and this change simply granted her head greater combat utility.

Facing this monster that stirred the deepest fears in the human heart, Ran Bingqing did not show even a flicker of expression. She set her stance, shifted her feet, and unleashed a simple, forward-stepping punch that, fueled by her superhuman strength, became a martial art for the ages.

The magical bindings remained, but Adonsa’s strength after her transformation had increased more than tenfold; she could easily move with agility despite the weight of ten thousand tons.

Ran Bingqing’s punch was destined to return without result.