What was even more despairing was that the Puppet had exhibited the terrifying ability to directly plunder the life essence of plants.
When its palm pressed against the trunk of a century-old decaying ancient tree, the entire tree’s Life Energy was instantly drained, turning it into a pile of lifeless deadwood.
And the Puppet’s wounds quickly healed under the nourishment of this pure Life Energy.
Even the tiny scars left from the previous battle completely disappeared.
Half an hour later, the "Corrosion Forest" Legion was utterly annihilated.
Although Karola herself didn’t participate directly in the battle, she could feel the pain of each subordinate’s death through the symbiotic connection of the plant network.
That feeling of Life Energy being forcibly extracted even caused signs of withering in this Plant Apostle’s own body.
Yet, with the precedent of Alpha, she could only retreat in silence, not daring to utter a harsh word.
.........
The attack of the "Flesh Fusion" Legion was even more primitive and violent.
Nicolaas’s spliced monsters had no fancy techniques, only the most direct physical impact and savage biting.
Each spliced warrior was a masterpiece of bioengineering:
The heart of the Dragon Race provided a surging Magic Power cycle;
The muscles of Demons granted mountain-crushing strength;
And some unknown organs from deeper layers of the Abyss exuded a nauseating twisted aura.
When the first spliced warrior lunged at the Puppet, the impact was enough to topple several city walls.
But not only did the Puppet not retreat, it even proactively engaged.
The moment the two bodies collided, a piercing metallic clang echoed through the air.
In a pure contest of strength, the Puppet undoubtedly had the upper hand.
Its hands clamped down on the spliced warrior’s head like precision pincers, starting a brutal "dissection study."
The Puppet’s fingers, as sharp as the finest scalpel, precisely dismantled the opponent’s body along the splicing seams.
It was not simple destruction, but a deep study with a strong learning intent.
With each organ dissected, the Puppet would carefully "savor" the life essence, analyzing its structural principles and functional Traits.
This method of learning was brutal yet efficient, with every "meal" deepening its understanding of biological structures.
After the third spliced warrior was completely "dissected," the Puppet underwent startling changes.
Its muscle density visibly increased, and the unique scale patterns of the Dragon Race began to appear under its skin.
The heartbeat emanating from its chest became as powerful as war drums, with each pulse causing a slight tremor in the surrounding air.
Most terrifying of all, the Puppet had actually learned the splicing technique on the spot.
When it defeated the fifth enemy, it astonishingly integrated the opponent’s most valuable organs into its own body.
A demon’s snake tail grew from its back, covered in toxic barbs;
A pair of membranous wings unfolded from its shoulder blades, which, although not capable of long flights, could execute devastating gliding attacks.
"What... what kind of monster is this?"
Nicolaas’s voice came from the command seat, filled with disbelief:
"It’s actually learning my splicing technique on the spot?"
The demise of the "Flesh Fusion" Legion was quicker than that of any previous legion.
Because the Puppet had not only mastered their core technology but surpassed it.
The last dozen spliced warriors didn’t dare approach the Puppet, helplessly watching themselves being hunted one by one, like lambs to the slaughter.
.........
After several high-intensity battles in succession, the Stand-In Puppet began to show significant problems.
Although each time it devoured, it acquired new abilities, it also brought great hidden dangers.
The essence of different types of enemies reacted in its body, creating extremely complex biochemical conflicts.
The Puppet’s appearance became increasingly twisted and terrifying, covered with scars and erosion marks from various battles.
Its originally fluid movements began to noticeably stutter, and the precision of its attacks gradually declined.
The most serious issue was the accumulation of pollution.
Having absorbed too much heterogeneous Energy, the Puppet’s core consciousness structure became extremely unstable.
The red glow in its eyes flickered unpredictably, and the Rune patterns on its surface appeared in chaotic overlapping.
"Hahaha! Looks like Nari’s toy is finally breaking down!"
Delir let out a satisfied sneer, with the bell-ringing inside him becoming more cheerful:
"My Doomsday Gospel Legion will let this profane existence experience true Despair and Judgment!"
His legion began to regroup.
After observing several rounds before, Delir had fully grasped the Puppet’s combat mode and weaknesses.
Although its adaptability was strong, it clearly reached its carrying limit.
"Avenging Angels, prepare for the final Sacred Judgment."
Delir’s voice resonated on a spiritual level, as the remaining three Fallen Angels began to channel their long-accumulated fire of vengeance:
"Let that desecrating evil existence taste the true flavor of our holy wrath!"
The audience buzzed with discussions, becoming more lively:
"That Puppet is indeed reaching its limit, its movements are getting more stiff and sluggish."
"Even if the Apostle themselves came, they would have to be cautious against such a collective ambush from these vengeance units."
"Finally this farce is coming to an end, Nari’s experimental subject is just an experimental subject after all."
Maggs quietly observed the battlefield situation from the podium, with nine unblinking eyes.
As the Supreme Apostle, he could clearly see the Puppet’s true state.
Beneath that apparent facade of strength, there indeed lay fatal structural flaws.