Abyss Sequence-Chapter 490 - 65: Counterattack

[Absurd!]

Roger was extremely furious at the power Yan Luo was displaying at this moment.

Clearly, he had been beaten to the brink of death before. How could Yan Luo recover?

Was it just because of that ridiculous 'love'?

If Yan Luo could rely on mere affection to recover from a near-death state, then shouldn't his own great love for the entire Blue Star, for all humanity, be enough to help him break through the limits of the Magic Seal?

Roger's right leg sprang up, kicking towards Yan Luo's lower body.

But halfway through, it was blocked by Yan Luo's knee, unable to rise further.

Yan Luo exerted force with his arms, pushing Roger's body away, then clenched his fists tightly and launched another fierce attack.

Punch after punch, one punch following another, continuous and unending.

For a moment, he suppressed Roger, making him flustered and unable to launch a counterattack.

Punch marks appeared on Roger's arms and shoulders, taking a while to recover.

In an instant, Roger was furious.

His body erupted with a bright light, followed by a powerful force spreading, forcing Yan Luo to retreat.

Roger wanted to unleash all his power to break through the Magic Seal covering Blue Star, but even though he was so angry, he still couldn't break the seal.

Although Yan Luo's strength was already on par with his own at this moment, this young man had just recently boosted his power. As long as the Magic Seal was broken, he could enhance his power beyond the Sequence, once again distancing himself from Yan Luo.

However, Roger was bitterly sorrowful to realize he couldn't do it.

As a Saint, intense emotions could maximally arouse his abilities.

Yan Luo narrowly escaped death multiple times, allowing his power to explosively grow, showing that when using the abilities of a Saint, Yan Luo performed better than he did.

If so, was this genius's idea also better than his?

Unavoidably, Roger's mind wavered but not for long, as his resolve quickly strengthened.

Now was not the time to contemplate these matters. The conflict between him and Yan Luo was irreconcilable, and only one of them could survive this battle.

Roger believed that person must be him!

Roger clenched his fists, leaped forward, and charged straight at Yan Luo.

[Yan Luo!]

Roger shouted to grab Yan Luo's attention, throwing a heavy punch.

Yan Luo tried to raise his hand to block, but suddenly, a sense of alert pierced his brain, causing a moment of hesitation.

His intuition told him there was danger.

But from where was the danger coming?

Undoubtedly, it came from ahead, from Roger Wilson, but not from his fists; it was something else.

Yan Luo immediately thought of that beam that almost killed him, his muscles tensing up.

The fist was just a feint; the magic was the real killer!

The Magic Power around the environment was being mobilized. Although Yan Luo couldn't intuitively feel it, he vaguely sensed it—this was why he was on guard.

Yan Luo clearly knew, if Roger wanted to kill him with one strike, he would aim at his head or heart. These two places were his only vulnerabilities now; if any other part of his body were destroyed, he could recover, but if his heart or brain were damaged, he would die.

Where would the magic come from?

Yan Luo swiped away Roger's fist and delivered a punch to his chest with the other hand.

He clearly understood he only had one chance; if he couldn't avoid Roger's magic, he would die.

A magnetic field of 240,000 horsepower spread outward, covering every corner of the interstellar space where Yan Luo and Roger were.

Every magnetic field was a triggered alarm; once Roger activated the magic, Yan Luo would immediately know.

So, where is your magic?

Roger let Yan Luo's fist hit him, then quickly grabbed Yan Luo's wrist.

Pain!

Intense pain!

Yan Luo's newfound strength made this punch's force make Roger feel immense pain.

Even though his body had turned into a mechanical body, Roger's face still showed an expression of pain.

But so what?

Just a bit of pain in exchange for Yan Luo's death, isn't that worth it?

Yan Luo's pupils shook as he realized Roger's scheme.

—The fist wasn't a feigned attack; it was a 'trap'!

It was bait to force Yan Luo to attack him, then he could control Yan Luo, limiting his space and opportunity to dodge.

Even a regular music player couldn't cast spells by reciting incantations, but that player was inside Roger, who had the ability to cast spells and provide the needed magic power.

If Blue Star's magical technology could develop a music player that could trigger magic, as long as an Engraver of the Mage Sequence performed cybernetic modifications, installing that player into their body, an ordinary Engraver could achieve the same effect as Roger now.

So, the player stopped chanting, and the Destructive Death Light was ready.

Roger's chest opened, and when Yan Luo saw this, he was about to cut off his arm but immediately turned away, his attention captured by the device in Roger's chest.

At that moment, Yan Luo's brain vibrated. His intuition told him that wasn't the real source of danger.

A crystal-like object existed behind Roger's open chest, which seemed capable of unleashing a deadly beam, yet Yan Luo's intuition warned him his thinking was wrong.

If not the chest, then… the eyes?!

Yan Luo harnessed the magnetic field's power, knocking himself on the head to move it from its original position.

At the same time, the Destructive Death Light shot out from Roger's eyes.

The highly destructive beam pierced through Yan Luo's skull, evaporating half of his head.

Yan Luo's tender brain was exposed in the vacuum, now half missing, only the left brain remaining, while the right was evaporated by the Destructive Death Light.

Logically, a person with half their head missing would die.

Neither Yulia nor Roger himself could survive missing half a brain.

But Yan Luo was different.

Even with half a brain left, he could still think and fight.

Yan Luo's arm shook, breaking free from Roger's grip, with the expression on his remaining half-face grotesquely fierce, swiftly punching at Roger.

The Destructive Death Light shot from both eyes burned Roger's image sensor, and before he could repair it, Yan Luo's punch had already landed on his face.

[Why aren't you dead yet?!] Roger roared in rage.

Yan Luo's reaction speed was definitely not at the speed of light; even if it was, moving the body required some time.

In Roger's calculation, Yan Luo couldn't possibly avoid his magic.

If so, why was Yan Luo still alive now?

"Because I dodged it."

Absorbing cosmic dust around him, Yan Luo converted it into necessary nutrients, constantly healing his wounds.

Not all the cellular structures at his injuries were annihilated by the Destructive Death Light; Yan Luo recalled the remaining cells, healing his injuries.

The growth speed of the skull and fur was fast, but the brain and nerve growth was slower, likely unable to fully recover before the battle ended.

But that didn't matter; Yan Luo's 'soul' could hold out until the battle was over.

A person's death doesn't mean the soul dissipates; only after all cells die does the soul vanish.

Currently, as Yan Luo was very much alive, his soul was naturally healthy.

The brain is the organ for thinking, linked to all body cells, while the 'soul' born amidst the activity of the cells carries the memory.

In other words, the brain is merely a reader, and the soul is the storage.

Thus, Yan Luo did not forget any memories; even with half a brain lost, he still remembered everything, only his thinking speed slowed down.

For Yan Luo, as long as he remembered how to throw punches, how to harness magnetic power, how to attack, it was enough.

Now, he didn't need to think about anything else, just to focus on this current battle.

Sending a punch to dent Roger's face, Yan Luo then threw three thousand more punches.

Roger hastily blocked, using defensive magic to protect himself, but only managed to block two thousand punches, with the remaining attacks landing on him.

Powerful forces pierced through the shell, hitting Roger's core, layer by layer trembling his heart.

Until, it 'destroyed' him!