Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 233: Battle Amongst Stars (2)

Adrian’s thoughts raced as his mind tried to calculate frantic escape plans. His primary instinct was to dive into the Factory. It was the only truly safe place. But that felt wrong.

It would be an act of abdication, leaving his entire world to face this threat while he hid in his pocket dimension. And then there was the cooldown. He would have to come out sooner or later.

But admist the frantic thoughts, something was off. Despite the overwhelming, crushing pressure of the twenty-meter-tall avatar, despite the sheer, terrifying scale of the attack it was preparing instincts were calm.

Usually, he would feel threatened. But for some reason, he felt normal. Adrian decided to trust his instincts. He would not run. He would take it head-on.

The spectral avatar of the Garog God raised its four colossal arms, and the vortex of faith-fueled energy converged into a single, blinding point of pure white light.

Then, it unleashed its attack. It was not a beam or a projectile. It was a wave, a tsunami of pure, conceptual energy that stretched across hundreds of meters, an attack so vast it was impossible to dodge.

It looked like a god using an ocean to kill a single fly. It felt like overkill, a level of power beyond all reason.

Adrian tried to fall back, but there was no escaping the sheer size of the attack. It was moving at an incredible speed. He stopped resisting, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and let the wave of white light engulf him.

For a moment, there was nothing. No sound, no pain. Just an absolute, overwhelming whiteness.

Kharn, floating within the heart of the avatar, watched, his four eyes filled with triumphant, hateful zeal. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

{How do you like your very soul being vaporized, blasphemer?} he snarled into the psychic void.

He stood in silence and watched, expecting to see an empty patch of space when the light receded, the insect’s armor and body dissolved into nothingness.

But as the brilliant light faded, he only saw Adrian, floating in the exact same spot, completely unharmed. His Power Suit didn’t have a single scratch on it. He slowly uncrossed his arms from his chest, his posture almost... casual.

Adrian tilted his head and voiced in disappointment. "This is it? Only?"

His words infuriated the Garog High Priest even more than his blasphemy had. Kharn felt as if he was going to explode with sheer, confused rage. He roared, a soundless, psychic shockwave of pure disbelief.

{HOW? HOW DID YOU RESIST THE DIVINE JUDGMENT? HOW DID YOU RESIST A UNIFIED SOUL ATTACK?!}

Adrian, after confirming what the attack truly was, finally let out a long, slow sigh of pure relief. His gamble had paid off. A profound understanding settled over him.

’A soul attack...’ he realized. ’They channeled all their faith into a conceptual weapon to destroy my soul. But my soul is...’

His soul was far superior to theirs. His soul, integrated with the logic of a higher-dimensional System. And most importantly, his soul had already assimilated the soul of their actual god.

This avatar, as terrifying as it looked, was just an echo. It was a ghost powered by the limited, mortal faith of his warriors. They were attacking him with the faint, copied image of a power that he himself now possessed the original source code for. It was like trying to put out a forest fire with a painting of water. It had no effect.

With the knowledge that the Garog’s strongest, most terrifying attack couldn’t even scratch him, Adrian went on the offensive once again.

Kharn, not believing that Adrian could tank his race’s most powerful attack like it was nothing, tried again.

He launched another, more focused beam of soul-fire. Adrian simply flew through it, the white energy parting around his suit like water around a stone.

This faith-powered state Kharn had assumed was focused only on dealing soul damage. And against Adrian, the one being he knew who was fundamentally immune to this specific attack, he was completely and utterly useless.

Seeing his divine attacks fail, seeing the faith of his warriors begin to waver and the psychic link destabilize, Kharn felt a new, unfamiliar emotion: primal terror.

The spectral avatar around him flickered and collapsed. He was left alone, battered, wounded, and having just spent almost all his personal mana reserves on a series of attacks that had done zero damage.

He was now left with only his physical, phenomenal strength, and he knew, with a sickening certainty, that it was not enough.

He turned and, for the first time in his long, proud life, he fled. Flying quickly back towards the crippled warship.

’That’s what I was waiting for,’ Adrian thought with a cold smile on his face.

The enraged, irrational brute who had been attacking him was a terrifying opponent. But a terrified, retreating enemy, his back exposed, was just a target.

Adrian didn’t rush. He simply raised his Mana Gun, his movements calm and methodical.

His [Omnisense] locked onto the fleeing Garog, calculating his exact velocity and trajectory. He poured his own, fresh reserves of 7-Star Transcendent mana into the weapon, charging a single, perfect shot. He didn’t need any formalities. He just needed one clean hit.

Kharn sensed the power building behind him. He tried to juke, to swerve, but it was too late.

~PSSHHH—FWOOM!~

The needle of pure blue energy crossed the void in an instant. It struck the High Priest of the Garog directly in the back of his head, piercing his thick, stony skull.

For a moment, Kharn’s body just floated. Then, like a statue struck by a resonant pulse, it crumbled, breaking apart into a thousand pieces of inert stone and dust, leaving only a massive, pulsing, Transcendent-grade magic crystal behind.

Adrian stored the crystal into his [Inventory] without much thought to his biggest kill yet. He recognized his priorities and straight away attempted to form a mental link with Charles. It took him some seconds and difficulty, but he eventually did.

’How’s it going over there?’ he asked immediately.