Its arms transformed into two peculiarly shaped biological cannons, continuously firing high-speed rotating bone spikes with strong corrosive properties, precisely harassing the mechanized body's optical sensors and weapon mounts.
Sleeper (Deep Blue) acted the most bizarrely. It didn't participate in direct attacks, but silently merged into the shadows on the ground.
Wherever it passed, it left behind viscous, deep blue restraining slime, severely affecting the mechanized body's movement and turning efficiency.
On the battlefield's flanks, the two "naked" Victors who had lost their symbiotes (Phantasm and Howl) were not idle either.
Vic A (former Phantasm host) knelt on one knee, holding a modified, absurdly long-barreled anti-materiel sniper rifle, locking onto the mechanized body's head sensor through a thermal scope.
Every trigger pull was accompanied by a deafening roar and a blinding flash of fire, forcing Dr. 077 to divert attention to evade.
Vic B (former Howl host) was even more unrestrained. He wielded an Uzi submachine gun in each hand, performing tactical maneuvers while spraying dense rain of bullets, shouting loudly:
"Hey! Tin can! Taste this! Buy bullets, get chocolate-flavored coating! Limited edition!"
The other battlefield.
"Awooooo—!!!"
A deafening roar tore through the air! The five-meter-tall, Two-Headed Werewolf formed by Enid's fusion with Howl, like a silver-and-black storm of destruction, launched a frenzied charge towards Crackstone!
The left wolf head, belonging to Enid, had sharp eyes. Each swipe of her massive claws carried the power to tear the earth!
The corrosive vines covered in poisonous thorns that frantically erupted from the ground before her were like fragile weeds under her sharp claws, being cut and shredded in swathes!
The right wolf head, formed by the Howl symbiote, was even more frenzied. It opened its maw full of sharp teeth, emitting not just a roar, but high-frequency shockwave sound blasts!
The clusters of sharp stone spires Crackstone hastily summoned, attempting to block the path, cracked and shattered under this terrifying sonic assault, turning into clouds of stone dust!
Crackstone brandished his staff, trying to gather more natural magic—
Earth spikes erupted, mud pits formed, paralyzing poison mist spread... However, before this Two-Headed Werewolf combining absolute power with sonic destruction, all obstacles were crushed in the most brutal, most direct manner!
Enid and Howl coordinated perfectly, forcibly carving out a straight, unobstructed charge path for Wednesday behind them!
The combination of Wednesday and Phantasm was the epitome of precision and elegant death.
The purple-black gothic armor formed by Phantasm perfectly conformed to Wednesday's figure, accentuating her like a goddess of death walking in the dark night.
She held the long, slender rapier condensed from Phantasm matter. Her steps were agile as a ghost, closely following the path opened by the Two-Headed Werewolf.
Occasionally, there were stragglers—
Several sickly green energy orbs, desperately shot by Crackstone, attempted a flanking sneak attack.
Wednesday didn't even need to move much. With only an extremely subtle twist of her wrist, the purple-black rapier traced a deadly arc, its tip precisely tapping the core of each energy orb.
"Pop! Pop! Pop!"
The energy orbs silently vanished like pricked balloons, failing to even create a ripple.
Her gaze, from beginning to end, was like that of the coldest hunter, piercing through the chaotic battlefield, firmly locked onto the heart within Crackstone's withered chest, heavily protected by dark energy.
That look was colder, more deadly than Phantasm's rapier.
Crackstone retreated step by step, his decayed face showing a near-panicked expression for the first time.
His famed natural magic seemed so pale and powerless before this combined assault of savagery and precision!
Under the ferocious cover of Enid's Two-Headed Werewolf form, the combined entity of Wednesday and Phantasm, like a ghostly silhouette in the dark night, closed the distance to less than ten meters from Crackstone with a few precise maneuvers.
"You damnable freaks! Why won't you just die obediently!"
Crackstone let out a despairing, mad roar, his withered chest heaving violently.
The twisted staff in his hand burst with ominous, dark green light. He recklessly drained the last energy from his barely revived body, frantically unleashing various natural spells like corrosive vines, earth spikes, acid orbs.
Over-exertion accelerated the decay of his already rotting body. His skin cracked and peeled like parched earth, revealing the black-purple necrotic tissue underneath, emitting an even stronger stench of the tomb.
But he was already deranged, wanting only to tear apart the addams descendant before him.
"This distance is about right."
There was no ripple in Wednesday's eyes, only icy calculation and resolve.
The next instant, under the influence of the Phantasm symbiote's traits, her figure suddenly blurred, transforming into a wisp of faint, almost imperceptible purple-black smoke, silently dissipating into the air as if she had never existed.
"?!"
Crackstone's turbid pupils contracted sharply. Before his eyes remained only the Two-Headed Werewolf still roaring, destroying his last magical barriers.
"Where is that addams girl?! Where did she hide?!"
He looked around in panic, a sense of ultimate danger drenching his entire body like ice water.
At that moment, Goody Addams's spirit gracefully floated in mid-air. Her holy white dress formed a stark contrast with the battlefield's filth. With a tone tinged with pity and mockery, she spoke softly, as if pronouncing a verdict:
"The outcome is already decided, Joseph Crackstone."
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