Evaluation: Womb Realm Mandala
An Emperor-class Honkai Beast named after the "Mahamayuri Vidyaraja" (Great Peacock Wisdom King) in Buddhism.
If it had been born from the energy of the Great Rift, its strength would have easily reached the Judgement-class. However, although the sacrifice of tens of millions of people met the quantitative conditions for the birth of a companion Honkai Beast, the insufficient purity of the Honkai energy meant that the Moyuli born here had its strength limited to the peak of the Emperor-class.
Although Moyuli's panel attributes were weaker than Lu Xing's, these were areas it did not excel in. Just like its master, the Herrscher of Sentience, the vast majority of Moyuli's abilities were concentrated in its proficiency with mental power.
Its long peacock feathers, fanned out behind it as if they were a thousand eyes, were Moyuli's most powerful weapon.
In terms of strength.
The newly born Moyuli was not much weaker than Lu Xing.
A not-so-pleasant (bordering on cacophonous) sound emitted from Moyuli's mouth. While its appearance inherited the elegant beauty of a male peacock, its cry was also a perfect ten-out-of-ten imitation.
If the cry were considered a mental attack, it seemed to be of just about the right intensity.
As soon as Moyuli appeared.
It very properly found its position, flying towards its master like a true mount. Without the slightest deviation, it allowed Ange, who had just been lifted by the storm, to land steadily upon its back.
A deep voice resounded from Moyuli's spiritual world.
Its long, massive avian neck leaned towards Ange's tentatively outstretched right hand. This large peacock behaved just like a real pet. This content belongs to Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
Moyuli, so respectful towards Ange, completely ignored Lu Xing's presence nearby.
Although Moyuli's birth was closely related to Lu Xing, it seemed to hold "lower-ranking Honkai Beasts" in considerable disdain. Even the temporarily powerless Shesha held no interest for the proud, large peacock.
Ange, while teasing Moyuli, spoke to Lu Xing, who was not far away:
"This child has just been born and might not understand etiquette very well."
Ange's tone was the same as always.
But Lu Xing could feel that she was no longer the original Ange. The Herrscher's consciousness had not completely suppressed Ange's self but had perfectly fused the two personalities.
"It's alright, Ange..."
Before Lu Xing could finish his words, he was interrupted by Moyuli's piercing cry, accompanied by a mental storm that surged towards him with the flap of its wings—
"You, a mere Temple-class!"
"Watch your attitude!"
A blade formed of mental power grazed the surface of his shell. The armor, which until now had never shown even a single scratch, flashed white for an instant.
"Please forgive me, Lord Herrscher."
The Black Knight's body bent slightly, giving a light bow towards Moyuli and Ange on its back.
Lu Xing didn't show much reaction; his attention had already begun to shift towards the system mission. Moyuli, the companion Honkai Beast of the Eighth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Sentience. In the original game's plot, during the month-long battle against the Eighth Herrscher, it was eliminated by The Flame-Chasers and its genes became the material for Su's Fusion Soldier transformation.
The crucial point was.
This was an Emperor-class Honkai Beast that "met the requirements."
The Herrscher of Sentience did not continue the previous topic. For her, newly born, there were other, more worthy topics of attention—
"The Flame-Chasers..."
"This 'name,' could you explain it to me?"
The top floor of a luxury apartment, a place unaffordable by ordinary people.
The view was expansive enough to encompass the entire city, with floor-to-ceiling windows as tall as two stories of a normal building. An oversized television screen occupied an entire living room wall, and a piano, now only serving as decoration, had various musical instruments hanging on the wall above it.
Spoke to any potential guest of the resident's affluence.
"Kevin, Elysia, Dr. Mei..."
In the center of the living room.
On a large, transparent coffee table, a torn sugar packet and scattered white granules around it testified to the exaggerated sweetness of the half-cup of coffee on the ceramic saucer.
A half-opened bag of potato chips sagged limply to the side, the crisp "crunch" sound even drowning out the news report playing on the television.
"Tomorrow's the day!"
"I haven't picked out gifts for Kosma and Dr. Mobius yet, what should I do!"
An open desk calendar on the table showed today's date: February 13th. The special commemorative day of tomorrow was heavily marked with a cute crayon drawing.
Festivals, birthdays, anniversaries...
For her, who was currently choosing gifts, these special days—almost 360 days a year—were wonderful times to share joy with others.
The girl was not old.
Her vibrant orange long hair was tied back, secured with a black bow, leaving a beautiful waist-length ponytail.
Her small and delicate face wore no makeup.
Slightly intense eyebrows and a "puzzled" gaze gave her the realistic feel of a girl-next-door—capable of making any weary working adult, upon seeing her, instantly recall stories from the riverbank in summer and under the eaves during the rainy season, back when they were sixteen.
Descending from her slender neck.
Between the straps of her plain tank top, her delicate collarbones were completely overshadowed by the "just right" roundness below, entirely losing the charm that should have belonged to them. At the bottom of her loose hot pants, her fair and straight thighs were as dazzling as a beacon in the night. Without any need for nylon fabric to cover them, this natural and primal beauty was enough to shatter all lewd objectification.
On her arched, slender feet.
Slippers, half-hanging on her forefoot, swung back and forth.
The girl straightened up from the comfortable sofa with a movement so deft it could be called dashing, landing steadily on the floor.
"This isn't getting anywhere, I'll go stroll around the shopping street first!"
Picking up the remote.
The giant TV screen instantly lost its purpose. The host was narrating the situation of the Honkai Sickness occurring around the world, and the control methods of various governments.
All of the above was for the public.
With the girl's status, the intelligence she received would only be more extensive and more truthful... truthful to the point of being somewhat cruel.
Just as she was heading towards the walk-in closet.
Preparing to properly select gifts for her friends during this rare holiday time when she could temporarily cast aside those cruelties.
The doorbell downstairs rang softly.
The figure appearing on the camera was a guest who was a little surprising to her.
She had almost forgotten.
This girl with the orange ponytail was none other than a member of The Flame-Chasers' First Squad, a psychokinetic-type Fusion Soldier who mastered telekinesis, and also one of the original eight Fusion Soldiers: