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In the future she had seen... she had once fought against the empress and retreated calmly.

Without the power of the pact head, she already possessed the power to fight against the sixth stage. In this world, she, who holds the power of two pact heads, will absolutely not let Ansel fall into any danger again!

Even if she is only at the third stage now, it doesn\'t matter, the fourth stage is just a matter of time.

"Very good, although the young lord didn\'t tell you much information, your comprehension is good." Tyrus nodded, "Now, let me test your power—don\'t just use the power of the head of strength, remember to add the head of wind."

"Do you mean... you want me to hit you?"

"It\'s an attack."

The golem-like giant man said expressionlessly, "Attack me in the most brutal, most ruthless, and most unreserved way, try to crush me, crush the enemies of Hydral."

Just the weight of his words made Seraphina feel heavy, she said no more, took a deep breath, and focused all her attention on the humanoid monster in front of her.

The breath of the wind, the flow of the world, the transcendent intuition, were mobilized in an instant. A streak of indigo light flashed in Seraphina\'s dark red eyes, she was trying to find Tyrus\'s flaws with the power of the head of wind.

"…"

But, a full half minute passed, and the girl was still frozen in place.

…Nothing.

No flaws, no loopholes, no weaknesses.

This colossal creature in front of her, a humanoid golem, had no part that she could exploit or break. He was like a perfect shield crafted by a legendary alchemist, embodying the phrase "impregnable."

"…What\'s the matter." Tyrus frowned slightly, "Looking at you, has the power of the head of wind turned into the ability to perceive the enemy in you? Are you trying to find my weaknesses and flaws?"

The seasoned warrior immediately saw through Seraphina\'s ability, he shook his head, "Don\'t waste your effort, the gap between us is too large, this is not something the head of wind can make up for... unless in the ever-changing battle, you might be able to seize a slim chance with it."

"Approach."

With a single step forward, a mere stride, he instilled in Seraphina a terror so profound it felt like an oppressive weight.

A warrior does not rely solely on fists and feet for combat, and those who do not understand how to wield the ether are fools.

"Continuing like this will lead us nowhere," Tyrus said in a deep voice, "Do you wish to disappoint the young lord? You don\'t need to do much, just withstand this pressure when you touch me, and it will be counted as you have some control over the power of the head of strength."

Third stage versus fifth stage.

Moreover, this was not a newly born ignorant demon like the Red Ice Python, but a terrifying war chariot under Hydral\'s command, a veteran of countless battles, capable of crushing everything in its path.

The power of the fifth stage was evident from the way the Black Knight swept across the battlefield. The ascension of extraordinary beings is a leap in power. The not-so-advanced mechanical armor could swing its sword and create a crack in the earth that stretched for kilometers.

Yet, Seraphina did not hesitate. She moved forward step by step, against the oppressive force that seemed to make the entire space viscous and even solidify.

Crack!

A crisp sound of fracture came from her shin, but Seraphina didn\'t even twitch an eyelid.

She stared fixedly at Tyrus\'s heart, the death domain that hunters considered a sure kill, and her eyes gradually filled with a ferocity and brutality that had been absent for a long time.

She wanted to consume his power, to devour his strength, to kill... to kill!

The beast in her soul roared at an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, refusing to submit to anything. The beast king, who will even challenge the empress, grind its teeth and sucks blood, stimulated Seraphina\'s desire for power.

She wanted to absorb everything that could make her stronger, and then devour the power of her prey... In this drive to move forward, filled with brutality and greed, the unreasonable power of the spirit began to take effect.

Her body gradually straightened, as if she had already adapted to this pressure. The broken shin began to heal at an increasingly fast pace, surprising the other pact heads.

"Something\'s not right..." Lawrence crossed his arms, "How did she adapt to Tyrus\'s gravity so quickly?"

"It\'s not about magic." Toradon stroked his chin, "The ether fluctuation is not strong, but it doesn\'t seem like she\'s completely relying on the head of strength to get through. So... spiritual essence?"

"Spiritual?" Lawrence was shocked, "Does this girl have spiritual essence?"

Tyrus was slightly surprised, but not too surprised. In his view, those chosen by the young lord, those who can bear the power of two pact heads, would be strange if they didn\'t have this ability.

Boom—

A low rumble suddenly sounded from the courtyard, and the ground where Tyrus and Seraphina stood... actually cracked open with dense, spider-web-like lines!

"Ughhh!"

The terrifying pressure almost made Seraphina kneel on the ground. She had to support herself with both hands on the shattered ground. She coughed up blood in large mouthfuls, gasping for breath, feeling as if her lungs were shrinking under this pressure and could not expand at all.

The adaptability of the beast was shattered in an instant, and she had to start all over again.

As Tyrus said, there is a fundamental gap between him and Seraphina that cannot be bridged.

No powerful ability can make up for this gap. It\'s already unreasonable that the spiritual beast king still has a role under this gap.

Only when Seraphina achieves a leap in stage can she better exert her own power.

"Cough... cough... ha..."

Seraphina, who was coughing up blood, had her pupils contract. She felt a force surging in her body, just like when she was in the workshop of the Alchemy Association, standing in front of Ansel and facing Evora, she felt a certain impulse, a certain... qualitative change of the soul manifesting in the body.

Just like the leap of life.

The greedy beast that is endlessly pursuing power, what it wants in endless devouring, is also the leap of life, consistent with what extraordinary beings pursue.

She felt an indescribable discomfort in her tailbone, as if something was about to grow out, but when Seraphina tried to stimulate it to grow out, she suddenly stopped on her own.

…This is incorrect.

At this juncture, what should be considered... is not just myself, it\'s more than just me.

I am... the pact head of Ansel, why should I only rely on the power of the essence at this time? Isn\'t his test for me precisely about my use of the head of strength and the head of wind?

The head of strength of Hydral can amplify the power of the pact head, restore strength, achieve the most perfect transformation of the body, and even summon the projection of Hydral itself.

But... is that all there is to it?

As one of the nine heads of the end monster, is this all the power represented by the head of strength?

Seraphina coughed out a mouthful of blood.

She now feels an unbearable soreness throughout her body, as if the pressure of a collapsing mountain is grinding her muscles, severing her meridians, crushing her bones. Her body is injured and reorganized in infinite pain, the power of the beast king stubbornly and angrily trying to devour and adapt to this pressure far beyond Seraphina\'s rank.

The pact head... is to share the pressure for Ansel.

Seraphina murmured in her heart.

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