Chapter 141: Bizarre

An astronomical billion-pixel resolution scanned every single image.
The atom probe traced the origin, querying the information of every atom in the air.
Thermal radiation receptors observed every fluctuation of radiation, searching for the enemy's characteristic frequency.
However, before all of Adonsa's enemy-seeking methods could even come into play, the Qinlun Prophet brazenly appeared directly in front of Adonsa.
Then, dropping another hazy white substance, it vanished once again through teleporation.
Another sun rose slowly from the ground. The nuclear fusion material of this explosion was heavier and larger, weighing a full five kilograms, and its destructive power was more than ten times greater.
The explosive force was equivalent to a fifty-megaton hydrogen bomb, enough to shift the continental shelf by several millimeters and send shockwaves around the entire planet three times.
The intense heat directly evaporated all matter on Adonsa's front side, and the terrifying radiation deeply permeated cells across dozens of kilometers. A massive amount of gene sequences suffered deletion; if not repaired immediately, it would become impossible to properly control that part of the body.
This time, it genuinely hurt Adonsa. With a roar, hollows opened all across its body, and extreme-pressure gas was ionized into plasma by tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity, pouring out in all directions and sweeping away every inch of land. The entire ground was melted and cooled into a grayish-white, glass-like substance.
"Is that all you've got?"
Yet the Qinlun Prophet suddenly reappeared. This time, one of its forelimbs raised, a flash of light dashed past, and an agonizingly deep tunnel was instantly blasted into Adonsa's body—dozens of kilometers long, almost piercing straight through.
"A positron cannon!?"
Adonsa immediately recognized the true nature of this attack. By using a high-speed cyclotron accelerator on hydrogen atoms to generate a large volume of positrons and then firing them, no atom-based material could possibly offer a frontal defense.
The intense heat generated by the annihilation of positrons and electrons was secondary; the gamma rays produced by their annihilation were the mortal enemy of all carbon-based lifeforms.
Even as Adonsa was gradually altering its life form, it was no exception. Highly concentrated gamma rays deeply destroyed the cellular structure, instantly paralyzing one-tenth of Adonsa's body tissues, making repairs exceptionally difficult.
"Adonsa, I gave you a chance. You chose death yourself."
Countless flashes crackled around the Qinlun Prophet. Those were countless cyclotron-accelerated positrons reacting with the positrons in the air to create flashes. Once released by the Qinlun Prophet, they would form an unbreakable shower of arrows, piercing Adonsa's heart a thousand times over.
Yet Adonsa chuckled, "Little spider, you still haven't realized the severity of the problem. I am here, I have always been here, and I have never left."
The air oscillated as Adonsa extended thousands of sky-shielding tentacles, striking toward the Qinlun Prophet.
"Absurd!"
Various philosophical musings were a genuine source of power for psions, but no matter what, a psion could not possibly stop to discuss such things in the middle of battle.
Once the enemy was smashed to ashes or brainwashed into a slave, there would naturally be plenty of time for discussion.
The Qinlun Prophet teleported away once more, appearing in another location to increase power and fire a blast that completely pierced through Adonsa's body.
Before Adonsa could manage a counterattack, flashes lit up in all directions. The teleporting figure of the Qinlun Prophet seemed to be everywhere, launching attacks from countless angles.
The Qinlun Prophet intended to torture Adonsa to death using the most brutal methods.
Toying with Adonsa bit by bit made the Qinlun Prophet feel the buzzing of the dead in its mind grow fainter. It seemed to satisfy a sliver of the desire for vengeance, and a sense of fulfillment replaced its anxiety.
Vengeance—how could it ever feel empty?
Drinking your blood, eating your flesh, stripping your tendons! Recording your enemy's death wails to play day and night, turning your enemy's ashes into bread to feed dogs—how could such a feeling ever be understood by self-righteous saints who merely stand on the sidelines?
The Qinlun Prophet's golden body was like a mosquito carrying an anti-aircraft gun, beating a full-grown, robust man into howling cries.
Beam after beam of positron cannons, after piercing Adonsa's body, tore open a gap in the sky as well, revealing the long-missed starlight.
"Adonsa, I will scorch all your flesh, use psionic power to track your every cell, and grind you to dust bit by bit! You shall die in endless pain and despair!"
The Qinlun people, who had undergone psionic training since birth, possessed extremely weak emotions, firmly believing that rationality was the true essence of the mind. Therefore, such intense emotional experiences made the Qinlun Prophet exceptionally euphoric.
Yet it failed to notice a trace of grayish-red mist quietly diffusing into every corner of the battlefield. The grayish-white ground, the distant rocks, and even the clouds in the sky flashed with a hint of flesh-like red light.
The Qinlun Prophet's infallible psionic perception failed to detect any anomalies, as if everything were merely an illusion.
Adonsa, riddled with countless holes and scorched by the positron cannons, healed its wounds slower and slower, yet still insolently mocked the Qinlun Prophet, its voice sounding like the buzzing of countless insect swarms.
"Come on, give me some more, even my other side is itching!"
"Then let me give you a big one!"
The Qinlun Prophet teleported directly above Adonsa, preparing to crush Adonsa's physique completely in a single blow, and then scorch Adonsa's cells one by one.
Guided by psionic tracking, the Qinlun Prophet was confident that not a single fish would slip through the net, allowing it to thoroughly slay Adonsa.
Just as the Qinlun Prophet was intoxicated in the pleasure of vengeance, the unexpected happened.
This time, Adonsa's tentacles suddenly appeared at the exact location of the Qinlun Prophet's teleportation. Seeing the oncoming tentacles glowing with meteorite-like flames, the Qinlun Prophet's expression changed drastically, but it could only hurriedly brace a rhombic shield to block the whip strike.
The tentacle smashed directly into the shield and snapped in half, the sheer magnitude of the impact driving the fatigue of the nanomaterials straight to its limit.
However, three tentacles launching continuous side-swipes instantly battered the Qinlun Prophet away, sending it plunging into the ground like a shooting star.
"In and out three times, do you think this is a turn-based game?"
Adonsa sneered as it shot all its tentacles forward.
Psionic power protected the Qinlun Prophet impenetrably. Amidst the massive impact, it merely felt dizzy for a moment before swiftly taking flight, escaping Adonsa's pursuit through the gaps like a butterfly dancing through flowers.
These tentacles whipped up countless sonic booms in the air. Though wielded with seemingly total chaos, they never tangled together; the sheer turbulent airflow stirred up was enough to cause the most advanced aircraft to crash without fail.
Yet the Qinlun Prophet easily evaded all tentacle strikes. As long as its psionic power functioned normally, it possessed the ability to foresee events and incorporate the entire battlefield into its vision.
As long as its psionic power functioned normally.
Yet a heavy sense of unease and doubt lingered persistently in its mind.
For the first time, the situation exceeded its control, and such unwavering certainty suddenly birthed a shred of anxiety.
"Is it a coincidence?"
Muttering to itself, the Qinlun Prophet initiated another teleportation, only to be met face-to-face with another pre-empted strike. It felt like being hit squarely in the face by a million-ton meteorite, smashing it back into the ground once more.
"What on earth is going on!?"
A trace of exasperated anger crept into the battered Qinlun Prophet's voice.
It felt like a Nerubian Weaver blinking twice to style on an opponent, only to prepare an ultimate and get stunned silly by a Sven's storm hammer.
"Adonsa, what did you actually do?!"
An enraged Qinlun Prophet fired another beam of light. This time, the positron cannon transitioned instantly from a direct shot to a sweeping arc, clearing away all of Adonsa's pursuing tentacles in a fan-shaped map-clearing strike, while directly severing its massive torso in half.
It had no intention of stopping; all the hydrogen gas around its body spun wildly, and beam after beam of terrifying positron cannons shot out like the quills of a porcupine, instantly piercing through Adonsa's massive body.
"Hee-hee-hee-hee—"
Adonsa merely laughed eerily, lunging forward once more in a suicidal charge.
Setting aside distractions, the Qinlun Prophet stopped pondering how Adonsa could foresee its moves. All of its psychokinesis formed a meat-grinder-like vortex, reducing all matter it touched into elementary atoms.
Backed by a massive pool of psionic power, the Qinlun Prophet vaporized well over half of Adonsa's body in a single instant.
Yet at that moment, a chilling finger suddenly brushed across the Qinlun Prophet's head, sending a cold shiver down its spine as it frantically thrust a huge rhombic shield upward.
It suddenly realized in a flash of awareness—it was inside a psionic barrier; how could anyone possibly touch it?