203: Chapter 203 EX-Rank Noble Phantasm: Gravitation! A Fist with Three Hundred Times the Force of Gravity

The golden 'swastika' character, representing nirvana, pressed down on the black flag.

Crack! Crack!

The abyss banner, Luminosité Eternelle, which had devoured countless attacks, split open from its center with a straight white line.

The sound of tearing cloth was extremely harsh on the battlefield.

The indifferent face of Black Mud Joan of Arc showed an extremely discordant twitching of muscles.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her lips parted slightly; it was a data error never before seen in the abyss's logic library.

She couldn't understand why energy was being consumed in reverse by 'nothingness'.

Buddhist light was unreasonable; it had no temperature, yet it was more lethal than magma.

The golden tide surged over the shattered black flag, engulfing everything.

The black mud clones that came into contact with the Buddhist light were directly erased from three-dimensional space.

In a single breath, thousands of clones turned to nothingness.

The strong light receded, and the smoke cleared.

Black Mud Joan of Arc lay on the ground, her entire right side completely gone, leaving only a carbonized spine and a few exposed ribs. No blood flowed from the incision; only dark purple sparks flickered.

She clawed at the ground with one hand, trying to reassemble her saint graph.

Li Bai's situation was dire.

He stood in place, propping himself up with one hand on the 'Green Lotus Ruler', which was the size of a door panel.

His already pale face was now bluish-white, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out, dripping down his chin.

His green robe was soaked with cold sweat. Forcibly mobilizing the Buddhist Nirvana True Intent caused an irreversible collapse of his saint graph, which was originally inclined towards Taoist elegance.

Not far away, Newton's barrier, a wall of Philosopher's Stone refined from black mud, was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Clink.

A piece of red crystal peeled off.

Immediately after, the entire wall crumbled, turning into a pile of cheap glass shards.

Newton's staff was stuck in the mud, barely supporting his body from falling.

His retinas were bloodshot and purple, and sweat streamed down his face.

"This is a losing business," Li Bai coughed twice, spitting out some bloody foam, trying to straighten his posture.

"Inevitable physical decay," Newton said without turning his head. "The second law of thermodynamics doesn't lie; energy conversion always has losses, especially when you illegally invoked incompatible system permissions."

In the few seconds the two were talking, anomalies arose.

Black Mud Joan of Arc's severe injury became the final trigger that overwhelmed the abyss network.

One hundred thousand faceless clones swallowed and trampled each other, eventually converging into a black tsunami that blotted out the sky.

A foul, fishy wind blew in their faces, and the ground beneath their feet undulated from the seismic tremors caused by the stampede of one hundred thousand bodies.

Facing this black tide capable of submerging everything.

Seeing this, Newton raised his right hand.

On the back of his hand, a crimson pattern was glowing hot.

Those were the command spells granted to them by the Savior's authority before departure.

"Human history has never advanced by prayer."

Newton looked at the overwhelming black tide, his tone devoid of any panic.

"In the name of the command spell."

The crimson pattern erupted with dazzling red light.

"Isaac Newton, here, recreates God's First Mover."

Vast magical energy forcibly poured into his saint graph through the blood vessels in his arm.

The hem of Newton's clothes danced wildly without wind.

He raised his head, and in his gray-blue pupils, countless rapidly rotating calculus symbols and physical constants were reflected—the fundamental language that constitutes this universe.

"Geometry, mass, time..."

Newton pulled the prism staff from the ground and pointed it directly at the murky sky.

"Let everything return to the rational orbit!"

EX-Rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm — Universal Gravitation.

True Name Liberation.

Space was forcibly inverted.

The gloomy sky of New Delhi, filled with acid fog and decay, was torn open.

The original earth, ruins, and white bones were all dragged into a new dimension.

It was the concretization of cosmic space.

There were no clouds around, only slowly rotating stars and dazzling nebulae.

Complex mathematical formulas transformed into golden threads, connecting these celestial bodies.

This was Newton's Innate Domain.

Here, theology retreated, and physics reigned supreme.

The black tsunami formed by the one hundred thousand clones was also pulled into this space, maintaining their charging posture, baring fangs and brandishing claws.

Newton stood in the center of the starry sky, treading on nothingness.

He rotated the prism at the top of his staff, refracting a dazzling starburst.

"I decide."

He tapped the void.

With a soft snap.

The laws were rewritten.

The mass multiplier for those abyss monsters was unilaterally increased by a full three hundred times by Newton.

The rapidly advancing black tsunami's front few thousand monsters simultaneously emitted crisp sounds of bones breaking.

Their proud physical bodies were more fragile than paper in the face of three hundred times their own weight.

The vanguards immediately fell to their knees, their kneecaps piercing through flesh, followed by their spines being crushed by their own weight.

The monsters behind them couldn't stop and slammed into each other, but they too were pressed firmly onto the invisible 'ground' the instant they entered the gravitational field.

This was the iron fist of physical law.

No matter how violent the abyss energy, in a closed system where the gravitational constant has been tampered with, even lifting a single finger requires immense energy.

The black mud tsunami was completely halted.

One hundred thousand monsters piled up, crushed into a vast, writhing carpet of flesh.

"Calculated perfectly," Li Bai transformed his Green Lotus Ruler back into a slender longsword.

He looked at the abyss army, whose bones were broken and tendons snapped, and casually wiped away the bloodstains.

He also raised his right hand.

The red command spell shone brightly under the starlight.

"Then I'll join in the fun too."

"In the name of the command spell, Li Bai, here recreates the Yellow River's water descending from the heavens!"

With magical energy entering his body, Li Bai let out a loud burp.

Even though he had lost his wine gourd, his entire body exuded an overwhelming scent of alcohol.

It was a profound intoxication brewed by using his own soul as fuel.

He stumbled forward two steps.

With a flick of his wrist.

The green lotus sword let out a clear, ringing dragon's cry.

In this temple of science, the Poet Immortal's romance and scientific rigor met in the most unconventional combination.

Since gravity had already increased exponentially.

Since this was the cosmic starry sky.

Li Bai raised his sword to the sky and sang loudly: "Do you not see the Yellow River's waters descending from the heavens, rushing to the sea never to return!"

First Noble Phantasm — Green Lotus Sword Song: bring in the wine.

Full Liberation.

In the past, this move summoned a long river of sword qi from the nine heavens.

But today, under Newton's gravitational field interference, the artistic conception was completely distorted and magnified.

The 'Yellow River' had changed.

A wide fissure opened in the starry sky above Li Bai's head.

Pouring out from it was no longer ethereal sword qi.

But a true 'galaxy' composed of meteorites, asteroid debris, interstellar dust, and plasma.

Truck-sized meteorites, carrying cosmic-level mass, began to accelerate wildly along the high-gravity orbits set by Newton.

As the meteorites fell, they rubbed against each other, their surfaces igniting with crimson flames, trailing long wakes, and smashing down head-on onto the immobile carpet of flesh.

Each meteorite that fell created a deep crater in the carpet of flesh, with the surrounding black mud and its law imprints being completely erased.

Under the dual blessing of extreme mass and kinetic energy, the meteorite rain, carrying the concept of crushing everything, washed over the abyss legions again and again.

The half-bodied Black Mud Joan of Arc didn't even get a chance to raise her black flag.

A burning, blue, high-temperature interstellar meteorite directly struck the crown of her head.

The data chain forming the basis of her existence instantly broke apart in the face of this violence.

Her shattered body was completely ground into fundamental particles, turning to dust.