Although it’s a pseudo-concept, Baal has his own ideas.
He stitched a set of Mechanical Magic Dolls into his body.
The same existence, possessing two completely different sources of power: life and non-life.
To some extent, he has developed his power system to the maximum.
But even so, in front of Lette, whose killing intent had arisen, it was still not enough.
A thunderous sound erupted, and the four-armed Baal was smashed straight to the ground by a shield, with blood, flesh, and broken gears scattering everywhere. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
The concept of strength he so prided himself on did not bring him any enhancement.
As a counterfeit, he was fundamentally incapable of skillfully manipulating power, merely stacking it simply.
And the Crystal Ball on the side also saw the tide turning and attempted to escape through the folding of space.
"Where are you trying to go?"
With one foot on the shield, Lette flicked the blade of Sin Light with his fingers and whispered.
"Fifth Radiant, Deep Blue."
Brilliant blue light burst forth from the sword’s edge, and the form of Sin Light twisted and extracted, transforming into a spear resembling an ice crystal.
Lette grasped the spear with one hand and hurled it fiercely in the direction the Crystal Ball was fleeing.
Carrying a chill that could freeze everything, the Deep Blue Spear tore through the sky and struck the chaotic spatial field the Crystal Ball had opened.
In just an instant, the entire spatial field was directly frozen and solidified.
Even the fragmented, stacked Space Barrier did not escape the fate of being frozen.
The Crystal Ball’s eyes widened as he tried to use his concept, only to find it had no effect.
"You two fakes, do you know what a concept is?"
Lette exerted force suddenly, shattering all the arms of the four-armed Baal beneath him.
Whether flesh or mechanics, all were scrapped.
"A concept is the fundamental principle and divergence of things. Merely getting someone else’s help is useless.
It’s like cheating on a test and copying someone else’s problem-solving steps and answers. Although you get points, you still don’t know how to do it.
Perhaps someone copies and eventually learns, but that kind of person would learn from other paths soon enough, even achieve Enlightenment on their own.
Unfortunately, you are not."
Lette reached out and grasped the shaft of the Deep Blue Sin Light, then gave a gentle wave.
Instantly, the ice shattered inch by inch, and the outer shell of the Crystal Ball began to explode.
"No, that’s impossible! How can this be happening!"
In terror, the Crystal Ball surrounded himself with countless layers of Space Barriers.
Any attack would be lost in them, ending up who knows where.
He was so confident in his defense, certain that no attack could harm him.
But now, he could feel the outer Space Barriers shattering one after another, in increasing numbers and at an accelerating pace!
"The Space Barriers you created for yourself have become your inevitable prison. Those stacked Space Barriers are dominoes in the face of a true strongman.
Using skill to destroy the first one will cause a chain explosion of chaotic spatial currents, finally becoming a dazzling firework.
You chose space as your concept, yet you carried so many Space Bombs around every day.
I’m not sure if you understand this or not."
Lette said much, but unfortunately, the opponent could no longer hear him.
With a scream, the Crystal Ball was obliterated in the endless overlap of space chain explosions, leaving not a trace behind.
Yet at the moment of his death, the already defeated four-armed Baal in the distance suddenly exploded all over, ultimately turning to ashes.
Lette glanced back, his eyes full of disdain.
"I see, there was a tactic of sacrificing a car to save the leader, but unfortunately, the leader died first."
Though he dealt with the two pieces of the Gate of Truth, Lette was not happy.
These two guys came from the Gate of Truth, possessing near Conceptual level power.
To someone like Lette, an elite among the Conceptual level strongmen, they seemed like awkward jokes.
But against ordinary Rule Level strongmen or initial Conceptual level strongmen, they were still formidable and troublesome enemies.
They were lacking compared to those above but abundant compared to those below.
What worried Lette the most was the concepts these two clowns chose: one was strength, the other space.
These two, one extremely broad yet particularly powerful, the other relatively niche but forceful.
Both strength and space are highly profound, with countless seekers in pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment.
For the Gate of Truth to be able to endow such fools with these star concepts and make tangible progress is what is truly terrifying.
"Granting truth to seekers... is it?"
Looking at the wreckage around, Lette began to mutter to himself: "If the Gate of Truth could really easily...
No, if they could achieve this without so much effort, then their organization’s scale might be much larger than I imagined.
With this ability, countless frustrated seekers would flock to them.
The Gate of Truth might only need to wiggle a finger for a bunch of fools to take the bait.
Though, just this kind of trash.
But if it’s just to add trouble to this world or cause destruction,
The Gate of Truth could indeed make their destructive power greater and more troublesome.