Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 703 Abyss Sea Form

Click!

As Tang Zijun pressed it onto her belt, the irregularly shaped, dark blue round plaque, as if it had found its lost home after ten thousand years, fit perfectly into the circular groove in the center of the wolf rider's belt.

A crisp locking sound, like a key unlocking a forbidden door, echoed clearly in the depths of Tang Zijun's soul.

next moment!

Buzz—!

The deep blue round plaque embedded in the groove, as if driven by an invisible force, was not still, but began to rotate on its own. The dark patterns on its surface, which twisted and flowed like living worms, transformed into a dizzying vortex full of blasphemous beauty as it rotated.

Followed by.

【ii—*88@##%夫)夫)夫8夫8%】

A mechanical metallic sound, higher-pitched, distorted, and filled with inhuman logic and a cold texture than ever before, erupted from the core of the belt like the ultimate command issued by an out-of-control ancient instrument.

The sound was no longer a vague dream, but carried a strong, forceful activation signal.

boom!!

The deep blue light, no longer just light, but like a materialized cosmic abyss, suddenly erupted from the rotating circular plaque and the core of the belt, instantly engulfing Tang Zijun's massive body covered in scarlet living armor.

Tang Zijun felt a sudden sinking of consciousness.

Instead of falling into a cold ocean, it plunged into an absolute abyss of chaos, devoid of up, down, left, right, light, darkness, or the concept of time. Here, there was only eternal coldness, viscous nothingness, and omnipresent background noise that seemed to be composed of the whispers of billions of mad wills.

In this chaotic abyss of consciousness, he felt as insignificant as dust, as if he could be assimilated, decomposed, and become part of this eternal nothingness at any moment.

Just as his will succumbed, a completely different power, yet originating from the chaotic abyss itself, seemed to find an outlet and frantically flowed back into his body. This was not pollution, but a controllable chaotic power transformed by the belt, guided by the round tablet, and initially governed by his will.

On a practical level.

The azure light that had engulfed Tang Zijun suddenly receded.

The crimson living armor covering his body, which was constantly writhing and proliferating and exuding a blasphemous aura, dissolved, peeled away, and vanished into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye, like dirt thrown into strong acid.

The swirling, blood-red forest phantom behind his shoulder let out a silent wail; the twisted blood vessels and swollen tumors withered and collapsed instantly, turning into dark red dust that dissipated into the polluted air.

Beneath the faded crimson...

A brand new, soul-chilling suit of armor is rapidly solidifying and taking shape amidst the eerie blue light.

The helmet still has the outline of a wolf's head, but the lines have become more fragmented and distorted. The originally clear wolf's snout, fangs, and earlobes now seem to have been torn apart by an invisible force, presenting a non-Euclidean geometric dislocation. What is most unsettling is the pattern on the surface of the helmet, which is no longer a carving, but a trajectory formed like a living abyss worm slowly wriggling inside the metal.

Staring at it can make you dizzy, as if countless cold, slippery spiritual tentacles are trying to emerge from the seams of the helmet and caress your soul.

The main body of the armor is a deep, dark blue that seems to absorb all light. However, this dark blue is not uniform. Instead, it is like a shattered deep-space mirror, full of irregular, sharp cracks. The edges of the cracks shimmer with a cold, polar-ice-like blue light.

The armor plates are no longer smooth plates, but have a texture that is layered and nested, as if they are slowly wriggling and reorganizing a living carapace. The joints are not hinges or bearings, but are composed of tiny, dark blue vortices that are constantly rotating and emitting a cold suction force.

This armor exudes an extreme contradiction and eeriness. It has the cold, hard texture of metal, yet it seems to be a living creation from the abyss. Its structure is broken, as if it could disintegrate at any moment, but the dark blue cracks and vortex joints hold it together as a whole full of destructive beauty. It is as if a solidified deep-sea vortex, a fragment of the universe gnawed by chaos, has been forcibly forged into a bizarre ultimate armor.

Buzz—! ! !

As the last fragment of the armor solidified, the rotating, dark blue plaque in the center of the belt suddenly stopped, and a cold, timeless thought was directly imprinted into Tang Zijun's consciousness.

[Wolf Rider - Abyss Form!!]

Tang Zijun slowly lowered her head, her huge hand, covered in tattered black and blue armor, clenching and unclenching.

He felt the surging, cold, and vast power within him. It was no longer the violent, negative energy that tried to corrupt him, but a chaotic primal force that was as easy to control as an extension of his own arm, as profound and controllable as the undercurrents of the deep sea.

Raising its head, two cold, deep, icy blue lights, seemingly containing two rotating miniature cosmic abysses, slowly lit up from the slits of the broken wolf-head helmet's eye sockets.

The cold, chaotic power flowed ceaselessly beneath the shattered black-blue armor. Tang Zijun stood between the murky sea and sky, seemingly becoming the center of everything. He slowly raised his right hand, which covered the living abyss armor, palm down, and pressed it against the ocean below, which had just calmed down but was still churning with dark red filth.

There was no roar of energy, no sound of space shattering.

There is only one type of rule-based command.

The space in that sea area, like a soft jelly squeezed by an invisible giant hand, collapsed silently downwards, and a perfect spherical deep-sea vortex, hundreds of meters in diameter, with smooth and rounded edges and a dark and deep interior that instantly swallowed up even the filthy blood-red light, was born out of thin air.

The vortex spun silently, its center an absolute darkness and deathly stillness, emanating a cold suction force that even light, space, and existence itself could not resist, originating from the ultimate form of cosmic entropy increase. The surrounding seawater, floating filth and debris, and even the pervasive air were forcibly distorted, stretched, and ultimately sucked into that eternal darkness by this force, without even a ripple.

The center of the vortex emanates an absolute suction force and a spatial distortion force powerful enough to crush stars.

This is no longer about borrowing the power of a divine artifact, nor is it magic or superpowers; it is the ultimate interpretation of the concept of "water" under the authority of chaos.

Tang Zijun slowly withdrew his hand. The terrifying deep-sea vortex, having lost its power, vanished silently like a phantom, leaving only a brief and unnatural calm in that sea area. He clenched and unclenched his hands, which were covered in shattered armor, feeling the vast, boundless, cold, and profound power within his body.

An unprecedented sense of control, almost omniscient and omnipotent, filled his consciousness.

He felt...

The filthy ocean beneath his feet was no longer an obstacle, but an extension of his limbs and will. Every drop of seawater, every surge, every undercurrent... all seemed to become part of his nerve endings, moving and shaping at his will. He could even hear the faint cries of the deep-sea creatures that had survived by chance struggling to survive in the filth.

Not only that!

He sensed the moisture in the air, the distant rushing river, the underground surging river, the frozen ice of glaciers, the blood flowing within living beings... everything containing the concept of "water" seemed to become something his power could touch.

A field that can be controlled and reshaped.

A crazy, godlike thought arose uncontrollably.

With just a thought, he can gather all the water in the world.

Create a...

It is composed entirely of liquid water.

Planet!

This was by no means a mere fantasy, but rather a crystal-clear understanding of power brought to him by the vast chaotic primal force within his body and his absolute dominion over the concept of "water".

Just at that moment when the sense of control reached its peak.

Tang Zijun subconsciously... raised her head.

The vision, obscured by the shattered wolf-head helmet, pierced through the dark red canopy of filthy blood mist and energy dust that shrouded the earth.

The barrier that had once blocked the vision of mortals and even powerful magical girls was now easily pierced like a transparent veil under his icy blue gaze, which contained the depths of chaos.

His vision soared infinitely higher, leaping over the rolling blood clouds, over the thin atmosphere, over the planet's distorted magnetic field, and finally...

The moment was frozen in time...

That enveloped the planet, yet it was already shattered beyond repair...

Above the "sky".

——！

Tang Zijun's pupils, hidden beneath the shattered wolf-head helmet, contracted slightly.

The icy blue light in his eyes, which seemed to contain the depths of the universe, trembled slightly.

What came into his view was no longer the familiar, star-studded deep space of the universe, but an ultimate ruin that was difficult to describe in words.

Empty realm!

That sacred land, said to have been opened by the gods with their supreme power, suspended above the material world, serving as the front line against the nightmares of the outer realms, the kingdom of the gods, the eternal garden, the source of the laws, is now...

It shattered right before Tang Zijun's eyes.

Huge, crisscrossing spatial rifts, as if torn apart by invisible giant claws, pierced through the entire field of vision. These rifts were not pitch black, but flowed with filthy dark red and twisted purplish-black energy, like rotting blood vessels, slowly pulsating in the void.

Countless fragments of space, varying in size, floated slowly in the void, rotating and colliding with each other, like shattered glass domes. On the fragments, one could vaguely see broken mountains, dried-up sacred rivers, collapsed temples, and fragments of once-brilliant stars covered in filth and moss.

Between those enormous cracks and fragments, a thick, foul nebula, like congealed blood, churned with indescribable, colossal shadows and maddening whispers of blasphemy.

There is no light.

There is no hope.

There was only a desolate, decaying, and final graveyard in the universe.

This is... the Empty Realm.

The dwelling place of the gods.

The last bastion of the world's barrier.

Now, it has been completely overrun and turned into a shattered wasteland of death.

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