Chapter 1705: Life for Life

Be it ruthlessness or some unknown cause, Seiron, the mightiest being of the Arid Expanse World, remained unfazed by the elemental beam Feylis unleashed.

Instead, he pushed his Lightning Ax to its absolute limit.

Crackling thunder and blinding lightning erupted in tandem, their brilliance amplified by the surrounding storm and sea of fire.

The Lightning Ax’s target was none other than the eight-winged angel, Fermera.

Under the overwhelming might unleashed by this world-class secret treasure, Fermera looked like a lone boat caught in a sudden tempest.

The eight metal wings on her back shimmered brightly.

Many assumed the robot flying straight ahead had finally felt fear—that she intended to break away and escape Seiron’s attack range.

Seiron himself accelerated the buildup of his power, charging relentlessly toward Fermera.

Then, at the critical moment, Fermera made a move that defied everyone’s expectations.

Facing the charged strike of a peak Rank Six powerhouse, she did not, as others had anticipated, use her eight wings to flee at full speed from the enemy.

Instead, she spread her wings forward once more and charged straight at Seiron.

It was as if... she were deliberately hurling herself into the blade’s edge!

Even Seiron was momentarily startled by her suicidal move.

But the surprise vanished in an instant, replaced once again by cold indifference. His Lightning Ax came down without the slightest hesitation.

Meanwhile, though Sein understood the reason behind Fermera’s abnormal actions, he could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

A peak Rank Six being like Seiron was no easy opponent. Even Grandmaster Feylis, despite her formidable body tempering, always kept a safe distance from him. For Fermera to close in so recklessly was an enormous risk!

For a brief instant, Sein even wondered whether the upgraded Magic Cube could save Fermera if she were gravely wounded.

Thanks to her eight metal wings, Fermera possessed exceptional aerial control.

Even as danger closed in, she did not retreat. Instead, she continued moving toward Seiron.

Her seemingly reckless decision to draw so near stemmed from a clear understanding of the terrifying defensive power of the Wasteland Armor Seiron wore.

Facing a peak Rank Six creature clad in heavy armor that was itself a world-class secret treasure, even a successful detonation of the super bomb would likely have only limited effect.

During her battle with Seiron, Feylis unleashed several devastating offensive spells. The destructive power of some of them rivaled that of Sein’s super bombs. Yet in the end, they only added a few extra scratches to the armor covering Seiron’s body.

Even when a few spells landed, Seiron’s performance in battle made it clear that he had not truly been wounded.

Fermera’s objective, however, was different. She intended to bypass the Wasteland Armor’s defenses by slipping the super bomb through a chink in Seiron’s armor and detonating it.

True to her reputation, Fermera was a simple-minded robot. Even Feylis had never contemplated such a risky combat strategy in her fight with Seiron.

But for Fermera, was the risk truly worth it?

Over the past several days, Sein had studied Fermera thoroughly.

Yet at this moment, he realized just how little he truly understood this usually silent and aloof Rank Six angel robot.

Seiron’s Lightning Ax, charged to its absolute limit, struck Fermera exactly as intended.

Originally, Seiron had aimed for her head. But at the most critical instant, Fermera executed an extreme twist of her body, redirecting the strike so that it severed her left arm and carved across her back instead.

This outcome was likely calculated in advance by Fermera’s information-processing core.

After all, robots possessed computational abilities far beyond those of most living beings.

Fermera’s left arm was cleanly severed by Seiron’s attack, delivered through a fully-charged world-class secret treasure.

At the same time, a blinding yellow arc of sparks and lightning tore across her shoulder blade and back.

Thanks to her extraordinary aerial control, Fermera evaded Seiron at an impossible angle, despite losing an arm and suffering severe damage to her eight wings.

The angel robot knew the destructive power of the super bomb all too well. She had no intention of handling it without activating her protective shield in advance.

Crackle! Crackle!

Electric sparks crackled nonstop from the stump of Fermera’s severed left arm.

Through the broken limb, the metal components and complex circuitry inside were clearly visible.

Meanwhile, Grandmaster Feylis’ Verdant Flame Piercing Beam struck Seiron’s shoulder blade.

Both attacks had landed on the shoulder—yet Seiron had cleanly severed Fermera’s arm, while Feylis had only managed to force him back a step.

Was Feylis’ attack too weak?

No!

Instead, the world-class Wasteland Armor once again provided Seiron with its most formidable defense at the critical moment.

In the end, Feylis’ attack left only a conspicuous dent in his armor.

Perhaps beneath the armor, Seiron’s body had been corroded by the Verdant Flame, but the damage was clearly kept to a minimum.

This was the true power of a defensive world-class secret treasure!

Despite the Wasteland Armor’s battered appearance, its practical effectiveness was undeniable.

This was truly a useful world-class secret treasure!

Feylis’ magic had successfully forced Seiron back, causing him to stagger. Yet Seiron did not abandon his pursuit of Fermera.

Once he regained his footing, the Lightning Ax in his hand erupted with dazzling brilliance once more.

It was clear that Seiron intended to eliminate this weaker, “overconfident” robot first.

With one arm severed and her wings and back badly damaged, Fermera’s once-exaggerated agility was greatly diminished.

When Seiron raised his ax again, neither he nor the other powerhouses watching the central battlefield focused on the wounded Fermera or the charged weapon.

Instead, every eye was drawn to a severed arm now flying through the air on its own.

The limb was exceptionally slender and pale, clearly belonging to a female.

White-flamed thrusters propelled it forward at astonishing speed.

Its appearance was completely unexpected. By the time Seiron registered the threat, the severed arm was already inches away.

A flicker of pain and something more complex crossed his otherwise impassive face.

Faced with this hostile severed limb, Seiron, whether lacking the time to react or for reasons unknown, did nothing at all.

The slender arm plunged straight into the gap beneath Seiron’s armpit, slipping inside the Wasteland Armor.

Lightning Ax still raised with one hand, Seiron froze in the offensive posture he had assumed moments earlier.

Then, a thunderous explosion echoed across the heart of the subspace battlefield.