Right now, there were two people lying next to the Overseer of Schicksal. One was Fu Hua, and the other was the Herrscher of Ice, who had just come flying over.
Although Sirin and Enoxia’s involvement caught Otto a bit off guard, his expression quickly returned to normal. Because while unexpected, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
“Clap, clap, clap, clap…”
Facing the teleporting Sirin, Otto didn’t panic at all. Instead, he applauded with an appreciative look on his face.
“What a splendid battle. Truly worthy of the Herrscher of the Void, the queen of Honkai, who made her mark seventeen years ago. Your grace shines brilliantly, no matter when.”
Sirin had no intention of continuing the conversation. Instead, she recalled what Enoxia had told her earlier.
“However, since she’s a Herrscher who descended because of me, would it be possible to… hmm…”
While speaking to Sirin, Otto spread open his right hand, where something seemed to be gathering.
But before his secret weapon could make its debut, Sirin acted. She reached out her right hand and swung it hard across Otto’s right cheek.
Otto, who was in the middle of negotiating with Sirin, was immediately sent flying. After spinning ten and a half times in the air, he landed with a heavy thud.
When he got up, disheveled and frazzled, a clear handprint had appeared on his right cheek. It was the result of Sirin using Herrscher-level Honkai energy and the Authority of the Herrscher of Death to corrode the Soulium.
Just as Sirin was starting to feel a little satisfied, Otto, now back on his feet, successfully spread open his palm this time.
At the same time, a crimson fluid began to seep out from his body. The blood-like fluid spiraled up along Otto’s arm, eventually converging into several sharp spikes.
Sirin, who had been about to slap Otto’s left cheek, saw the blood spikes pointing at her and furrowed her brows instinctively. Then she teleported Enoxia over.
Seeing the still-fresh handprint on Otto’s right cheek, Enoxia gave Sirin a thumbs-up.
Without a doubt, Otto was an excellent orator, even a demagogue, skilled at influencing others with seemingly reasonable words.
That being the case, the best way to deal with him was simple: the moment Otto opened his mouth, regardless of what he said, just attack him directly.
Unsurprisingly, even someone with Otto’s composure would lose his cool when facing an opponent who was powerful and simply refused to play by the rules.
Sure enough, it takes a wicked person to deal with another wicked person.
As the Overseer of Schicksal, after being slapped right at Schicksal headquarters, Otto’s usual playful expression vanished. But the smile didn’t disappear—it just moved to Enoxia’s face.
“Save it, Otto. It’s just a bit of Schariac holy blood. Sirin can teleport, and I’ve got backups, so I won’t die. You don’t seriously think that stuff can actually do anything to us, do you?”
Sirin looked at Enoxia in confusion, walked over to her, and whispered:
“So that’s the Schariac holy blood. Back then… what flowed in Mama’s body… was it…”
Enoxia nodded. Sirin, realizing that this thing was the same as what ran through Cecilia’s body, suddenly wasn’t so scared anymore.
Just then, a third person appeared in their field of view.
Mellid, holding a sniper rifle taller than herself, slowly walked over to Otto’s side.
Not long ago, it was she who had used this half-finished anti-Herrscher weapon to snipe Fu Hua from the shadows.
Seeing Mellid, Sirin’s expression shifted slightly, and she blinked at Enoxia.
Enoxia turned her gaze to the sniper rifle in Mellid’s hand.
“So an A-rank Valkyrie can seriously injure Fu Hua with a single shot. Schicksal’s black technology is rather interesting.”
“But Otto, there’s no need to be so tense… I’m sure a question is on your mind too. If I was going to step in, why would I wait until now, after causing such a big scene, to act?”
“First, as I’ve said before, Herrschers have no obligation to deal with Honkai. And especially since this Honkai eruption was caused by you in the first place, it’s Schicksal’s responsibility to handle it, not mine.”
“It’s just that Schicksal’s ability to handle crises clearly falls far short of your ability to create them. The result—thousands of deaths—not only failed to deal any real damage to the Herrscher, but actually made it stronger…”
Just then, the Herrscher of Ice, who had been knocked out by Sirin, gradually regained consciousness. Even though she had only caught fragments of the conversation, she quickly understood what was going on.
She was supposed to be the boss of this dungeon, but now people from different factions were arguing over how to deal with her. How embarrassing.
However, just as she was about to rise up and strike, she looked around and felt a twinge of fear.
Sirin went without saying. The Subspace Core had just exploded almost right against her body, shattering her defenses and knocking her out cold. It had already left a psychological scar.
As for Enoxia… For the past seventeen years—no, ten years—she had been constantly gathering intel on her. But the more she gathered, the more absurd it all seemed.
“She can directly modify biological cognition, alter any program, and manipulate all machinery. And she can only be killed if both her main body and all her backups are destroyed. Otherwise, as long as a single backup exists, she can just revive herself?”
For a moment, she didn’t even know who the real Abundance-Beast was.
The reason Abundance-Beasts could rival the Swarm as a galactic calamity came down to one crucial thing: their terrifying regenerative ability. Losing an arm or a leg was, for them, no worse than a scraped knee. Even if you cut off their head, as long as you sewed it back on within a few days, they’d keep fighting like nothing had happened.
She had even heard that, for Abundance-Beasts who had reached a certain level of power, even if you chopped them into a thousand pieces and minced them into a fine paste, they’d still eventually revive at full strength.
But aside from the [Medicine Master] himself—being an Aeon and thus not up for discussion—if someone could completely grind an Abundance-Beast into ash and scatter it to the winds, even the most powerful blessings of Abundance would be useless. After all, Abundance-Beasts were just hard to kill, not truly unkillable.
Enoxia, however, was different. If she left a copy of herself in some device on a planet millions of light-years away from Earth, then theoretically, even if some force completely obliterated the entire Earth, she could still revive. From that perspective, Enoxia’s survivability was indeed even more impressive than that of the Abundance-Beasts.
As for Otto…
Like Sirin, upon seeing the blood spikes made of Schariac holy blood beside him and Fu Hua lying unconscious on the ground, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver in her heart.
So, after careful consideration, the Herrscher of Ice—who had once brought great disaster to the world and required the combined efforts of multiple Herrschers to defeat—made her decision.
Just as Enoxia and Otto were talking, she suddenly erupted. The space around her instantly transformed into a world of ice and snow. A massive ice spike plummeted from the sky, landing right in the middle of the group, and exploded the moment it hit the ground.
Faced with this situation, the battle-hardened Herrscher of Ice’s final choice was, of course:
You’re on your own, bye!
