Apocalypse Gachapon

The two genderless monsters froze simultaneously before vanishing, only to reappear at the very center of the arena.

Xiao Min and Dai Zhi stood on either side, not attacking.

The scene before them was utterly bizarre.

Xiao Min should have already killed Troyilia, yet this sudden turn of events had occurred.

Xiao Min’s job was neither Swordsman nor Blade and Sword Twin Mastery, but rather Tri-Weapon Warrior.

This job, much like Ye Zhongming’s purple-grade weapon Harvester Mimic Shooter, had multiple branches—sword, saber, and spear.

The difference was that the saber and sword in Xiao Min’s job were standard weapons, used as ordinary arms in combat. In other words, these two weapons had to be prepared by Xiao Min herself, with their power directly proportional to their tier.

The spear, however, was an illusory weapon, typically materialized from energy when executing class skills.

For instance, the strike that had nearly killed Troyilia earlier was Xiao Min activating her class skill “Heavenly Spear Strike”, successfully ambushing her opponent and piercing his heart.

Yet, Troyilia and Melfis had not only survived—they had fused into a single entity.

The man’s head returned to its original form, as did the woman’s, but now, both heads grew from the same torso!

Beneath the man’s head was the woman’s half-body, and beneath the woman’s head was the man’s half-body. Each side had one male and one female arm, and the same went for the legs.

Two heads.

One torso.

Four arms.

Four legs.

There was no visible seam—it looked unnaturally natural, yet every inch of it radiated grotesque horror!

Even more revolting was how both their heads and bodies appeared to be melting, with thick, milky-white flesh sagging toward the ground without dripping. It was as if… molten wax from a burning candle had solidified mid-flow.

“Die, die, die! You’ve successfully pissed them off!” The little boy pressed his face against the energy arena, not wanting to miss a single moment of what was unfolding inside.

The “wax monster” stretched out its upper and lower limbs, opened its mouths, and let out a violent, wordless scream.

Outside the energy arena, Ye Zhongming clenched his fists.

Even from below, he could sense the terrifying power of this creature’s impending attack.

This… was likely the final showdown!

Ye Zhongming made his judgment.

As the monster screamed, its body seemed to explode, ejecting blobs of wax-like liquid that shot toward the two women like raindrops. Follow current novels on novel※fire.net

The air inside the energy arena was instantly filled with a strange, acrid stench.

Mid-flight, the wax ignited, burning with an eerie blue-green flame.

Anyone could tell—these things were undoubtedly deadly.

After unleashing this attack, the grotesque fused entity split apart, Troyilia and Melfis both collapsing to the ground—one sitting, the other half-kneeling.

Their condition was dire. Once restored to their original forms, their bodies were no longer resilient, now covered in wounds. Troyilia clutched his chest, while Melfis could barely move.

They had no strength left to fight. This was their final assault. If it succeeded, they would emerge victorious. If it failed, they would lose.

Despite their critical state, their eyes were unwavering. They believed this last attack would, as it always had before, utterly annihilate their foes.

The liquid not only carried devastating offensive power but was also highly toxic and possessed a burning property—upon contact, it would ignite violently. Another crucial detail: once released, these droplets would inevitably strike their pre-selected targets!

The moment the fused entity launched its final attack, Xiao Min and Dai Zhi moved toward each other. Xiao Min stepped back slightly, while Dai Zhi advanced, but as the rain of blue fire closed in, the two had already converged.

Dai Zhi’s Backblade vanished, replaced by two crescent-shaped “combs.” She crossed the bizarre weapons together, merging them into a single entity—on its surface, a clear Eight Trigrams pattern was visible.

The instant the weapon combined, it began to spin, rapidly expanding in size until the Eight Trigrams symbols blurred into streaks of black and white.

A black-and-white palace materialized before Xiao Min and the rotating metal Eight Trigrams mirror. Though illusory, it exuded majesty, shrouded in mist, with faint hymns echoing from within.

“Noble Eight Trigrams Palace!”

The Female Guards recognized this equipment at once.

It was a defensive artifact—the core piece for the Female Guards’ collective defense formations. The entire unit typically centered around this metal Bagua mirror.

Due to its nature, the mirror’s power peaked when linked with other defensive equipment or skills. Yet Xiao Min had deployed it now, signaling that she believed only this could withstand the final assault.

The entire Cloud Peak contingent tensed.

The wax droplets, burning with blue flames, crashed into the Noble Eight Trigrams Palace. Instantly, the illusory palace was engulfed in blue fire, its original black-and-white hues drowned out.

“The palace is shrinking…”

Someone from Cloud Peak murmured. Everyone could see it—the Noble Eight Trigrams Palace’s defensive power was rapidly diminishing!

Both sides now understood: the battle’s outcome hinged on this clash between skill and equipment. Whoever prevailed here would claim victory for their faction.

The black-and-white palace continued to shrink. The blue droplets dwindled in number.

Yet the flames only grew fiercer.

“Zzzzt!”

The sound of a magic crystal weapon firing rang out. Xiao Min, who had been sheltering behind Dai Zhi, now wielded a magic crystal rifle, shooting at the remaining fire-rain.

Even the latest-model magic crystal weapons could, at best, neutralize a single droplet per shot. Yet Xiao Min fired relentlessly, easing the pressure on her comrade.

Amid the blue inferno, the black-and-white palace collapsed. The Noble Eight Trigrams Palace had been breached.

Dozens of remaining blue fire-drops surged toward Dai Zhi.

Hidden Snake Journey erupted in cheers. These few dozen droplets were more than enough to claim the lives of the two women.

The little boy had already opened his mouth, ready to roar in triumph.

But—

A clear, resonant song suddenly rose into the air.

A red-and-white figure charged forward, placing itself between the two Female Guard captains and the lethal rain.