He was merely being himself, preparing to grant the hero his approval.
Gazing at the magic potion before him, the hero swallowed hard.
But before she could nod, her other self's hand had already transformed into a blur, snatching the potion bottle.
The depraved hero unhesitatingly uncorked the bottle and gulped down the panacea.
"——Trying to die, huh? I'll grant you that!"
The magic power that had nearly run dry surged back in an instant, sweeping away the fatigue from the all-night battle, leaving her vibrant and invigorated.
Feeling the perfect state immediately attained, the hero's initially solemn expression broke into a faint, bittersweet smile, as she quickly reached out to grab the arm of her other self.
"Alright, shall we go together this time?"
The depraved hero halted her charge, glanced back at her, and sneered.
"Just don't get in the way."
The hero smiled, saying nothing more, merely closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
There's no need for more words at this moment.
The hero tightly held her other self's hand, her heart at peace, and then silently switched on the magic power.
The "filth" within her body flowed through their connected hands, fully infusing the etheric body of the depraved hero.
Meanwhile, she herself transformed into a state of flawless purity, her black hair losing its color, turning pure white, like the separation of clarity and turbidity.
Her heart was enveloped by an ethereal aura, devoid of fear or hesitation; past sorrows and hardships surged in waves, ultimately converting into peace, resolve, and a yearning for victory.
[The hero activates the equipment skill: Oath of Victory]
Defeating her father must be extremely difficult, perhaps even impossible.
——But she doesn't want to lose.
The next moment, light expanded, shadows following closely.
The holy light of the sun and moon rose, illuminating the sky, while distortion and filth sank, staining the earth black.
The hero's toes lightly left the ground, her whole body seemingly losing gravity, rising into the air. Her black hair faded to white, her eyes opened like the serene moon, the edges of her pupils tinged with a pale golden halo, like a bright moon, free of sorrow or joy.
Meanwhile, the depraved hero crouched down, her body slightly hunched, her hands almost touching the ground, grinning fiercely like a beast with fangs bared, her eye whites entirely turned pitch-black, with only the blood moon red in her pupils emitting a savage glow.
"——Father, please guide me."
"——Watch me beat you to death!"
[Fourth Avatar: Twin - Moon Princess/Ashen Moon Demon R7+]
Constitution: 255 (+128)
Intelligence: 243 (+123)
Perception: 219 (+112)
Beast Spirit Magic Power: 11020
Note: Fire spark*3+15, Equipment Armor/2
Twin Moons: Light and dark as one, twins walking together. Action gains D2.
Swallowing Filth and Purifying God: Holy power that purifies filth. When receiving attacks from beings with filth, perform a random attribute contest, success results in absorbing the difference as a fixed value for the next attack.
Embrace of Sloth: You look delicious, let me taste. Absorb the energy of contacted enemies, gaining D Constitution damage reduction. When fatigued, enemies' attributes decrease.
Laziness: Slow startup. If you don't move for one turn, gain a minimum of 0.8 next turn.
[Hero's next action——]
1.6. Laziness (Immobility)
3.8. Gale Protection (Dodge)
4.9. Blazing Heart Illusion Realm
5. All-Domain Super Sensing
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The Twin Avatars fully activated, their hands still linked, the hero turned to the side where the Gleaming Scale Serpent was, while the depraved hero merely glanced at it.
"Gleaming Scale, don't interfere." The hero's tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of undeniable firmness.
"...I understand, my queen." The Gleaming Scale Serpent, who had hurried after the hero's family, pursed its lips, voice low, then retreated to the side.
The hero turned her gaze back to her father.
Watching the calm expression, the hero slowly released the depraved hero's hand, then a simple finger claw fell into her palm, held tightly.
The age for the second coming-of-age ceremony has never had a unified standard, usually determined by parents or senior elders, only occurring when the child is considered truly capable and surpasses the older generation.
And this day, the elder brother welcomed it at eighteen, while the hero was only fifteen.
In some sense, she had surpassed her own brother.
But at this moment, there was no joy in the hero's heart.
Recalling the battle between her brother and father back then, she took a deep breath, her fist trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or eagerness to try.
The depraved hero raised an eyebrow, the lethargy of her magic power rippling in dark waves.
"...Just fight as usual, small tricks won't work before father."
Their expressions were stern, fists clenched tightly.
[The hero activates the skill: Sacrifice]
2d66+2d255+100+73+2d40=d66(16)+d66(46)+d255(94)+d255(1)+173+d40(31)+d40(5)=366
The next moment, the floor once again exploded with a loud bang, the depraved hero transforming into a shadow, sticking close to the ground, shooting towards her father like an arrow released from a bow.
Simultaneously, the hero ascended, magic power gushing from behind her, diving towards her father.
The distance to her father was not far, even for ordinary people, it would only take a few seconds to cross at a full sprint. But at this moment, with unreserved magic power unleashed, the hero almost teleported, making the distance vanish.
But before their fists could land, a cold glint sliced through space with a speed faster than thought, stirring up endless turbulence.