Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 661 Titan Origins

He found himself in the concluding phases of his ascension, with the Blood Demon Ascension Path fully integrating into his form.

Shitless at last unveiled his actual appearance, a crimson mutant that even intimidated a few puppets, as his frame transformed into metal and he lunged toward them.

Vanessa employed her hypnosis to generate illusions surrounding Vritra, while Maeve utilized her shadow powers to shield the group and strike at those puppets.

Onest charged ahead at maximum velocity like a locomotive, smashing into anyone approaching Vritra and hurling them aside.

Yennefer and Fiona manipulated flames alongside their weapons, launching direct assaults on the foes.

BOOM BOOM

Yasmine unleashed massive explosions and repeatedly fired Spiritual Burst at the adversaries, their sole aim being to safeguard Vritra.

Yet the number of enemies was overwhelming, and their power levels were exceedingly formidable; they wielded their own abilities as well.

Lacking Morgan's oversight, they couldn't coordinate their battles effectively, but everyone still struggled to hold them back.

A light-formed blade abruptly stabbed into Fiona's abdomen, causing her to wince, yet she pressed on with the combat.

Diana's primary duty involved bolstering the team, offering not just healing but also weakening the opponents through debuffs.

Her assistance proved a tremendous boon to them, positioning herself nearby Vritra.

His form got engulfed by a whirlwind of blood, bizarre luminous designs flickering on the vortex's exterior, expanding larger with each passing moment.

'This fellow possesses such immense might? Why is his ascension stirring up this much turmoil?!!' Morgan's heart clenched in dread, helpless as he observed Vritra's transformation.

Teresa's powers were truly irritating him; he could shatter them, but she always had fresh ones ready, denying him any chance to act.

'Damn it, take out this woman first!!' he pondered, though his commands failed to reach his puppets.

Abruptly, two daggers stabbed into his eyes, plunging his vision into utter blackness.

Teresa experienced no remorse even while inflicting pain on someone.

ROOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR

A horrifying bellow abruptly rattled the area, splitting the pavement, quaking structures, and nearly toppling them.

The atmosphere vibrated under intense pressure, the spectacle turning ever more outrageous.

'What sort of attribute heights does he have? Did he fuse flawlessly with his ascension path?' Such a response stemmed from various elements.

Including the peaks of all attributes, the extent of his mutation grade, the degree of harmony with the ascension path, and others.

Vritra's aptitude appeared utterly fearsome, instilling fear in Morgan himself.

He realized he needed to eliminate him immediately, or this individual would bring catastrophe upon them all.

In mere instants, the sanguine whirlwind swelled enormously, yanking even edifices into its maw and reducing them to debris.

Everyone retreated to a safe distance, the clashes halting as his spouses and the pair of men fled in haste.

Although those puppets got sucked into the blood whirlwind.

Their forms were shredded apart immediately, their blood assimilating into the vortex too.

Witnessing this, Morgan abandoned all notions of slaying Vritra, his subordinates now eradicated.

His power had plummeted considerably, and fleeing became his only priority.

'Damn it, foolish woman, are you trying to pull me down with you?'

Morgan descended into frenzy; he desperately yearned to escape right then.

Yet Teresa confined him firmly, as the whirlwind's suction intensified relentlessly.

Regrettably, Teresa depleted her energy; restraining such a mighty figure and erecting numerous barriers proved exhausting.

She collapsed feebly onto the ground, her lovely features slick with shining beads of perspiration.

Teresa lacked any power to stir, still glaring with loathing at the man riddled with countless blades.

Without a moment's delay, Morgan spun around and bolted for survival, needing to flee before that monster emerged.

Teresa could merely observe as he dashed off and vanished afar; she attempted to shift but her frame inexorably drew toward the whirlwind.

It operated beyond Vritra's command, so allies or enemies faced identical doom if engulfed by the vortex.

But precisely then, shadows surged around her and enveloped her entirely.

Maeve and the rest swiftly retreated several kilometers, the fusion raging uncontrollably.

"Was it meant to be this enormous? I figured merging was straightforward; is it due to master opting for forced integration?" Maeve pondered.

Though that didn't quite fit, reflecting on Vritra's monstrous nature, it wasn't entirely shocking.

They simply fretted over his well-being.

"Honey…" Vanessa nibbled her lip while beholding the vortex wreaking destruction everywhere.

Numerous mutants were drawn by the disturbance and the blood's aroma, while humans who spotted it scurried away frantically.

Assuming it signaled yet another perilous mutant.

Folks even farther within the metropolis could behold the furious whirlwind.

As greater numbers of mutants swarmed toward the blood scent, their bodies got consumed.

Divine observed the spectacle; naturally, he anticipated an occurrence like this.

Though Vritra had joined the game and sealed his skills, levels, and artifacts.

He remained a Titan, a force beyond even Divine's grasp.

Titans were primordial entities crafted by the cosmos to sow disorder and ruin.

Any locale where Titans manifested faced devastation, albeit their scarcity.

Bestowing such might, the universe naturally stripped them of much.

Their volition above all; they held no awareness and merely devoured ceaselessly, drifting across the cosmos.

From inception, they emerged as demigods; this alone revealed the species' dreadfulness.

Even deities and superior entities dreaded these mindless wanderers traversing the universe unbound.

Virtually nothing could injure them, not even the passage of time, so they endured eternally.

Nevertheless, exalted beings recognized that if these persisted undying, and more spawned over eons, the cosmos would descend into utter anarchy.

Thus, they all got imprisoned in the realm of chaos, where Divine had been cast following his sisters' sacrifice to shield him.

The rest presumed his demise, yet he emerged more potent.

And thus he pursued his studies on the Titans, those entities now cannibalizing each other.

This formed the design of those exalted beings, but ultimately one Titan endured, beginning to consume the realm outright.

Yet misfortune befell it; the exalted ones refused to relent and expended every effort to halt it.

Divine fortuitously seized the turmoil's advantage, extracting the core, heart, and all from the Titan.

He forged a new Titan, one infused with his own will, brimming with boundless promise.

Vritra's prowess was merely commencing its ascent; he hadn't yet harnessed the Titan's capabilities.

And Divine preferred it that way presently; he aimed to conceal the Titan's existence from others, at least until Vritra matured further.

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