The Battle Queen They Blindly Kicked Out (Joanna) novel Chapter 273

"Everyone, stay calm. Fight back with me. We absolutely can't let this Summoner kill the evil god. Stall her out and drag it until her Symbiotic Fusion ends. Her body itself is the weakness.

"Attack together. If the evil god dies, none of us survives."

"Move!"

One of the elders immediately swept everyone up and charged forward at full speed.

This powerhouse carried the group of cultists straight into an evil god's inner cavity and found the enemy.

The moment Viola saw who it was, her expression changed drastically.

It was Helen.

She had just broken free of petrification and was already here, causing trouble for the evil god.

Helen was currently in a Symbiotic Fusion state, even more terrifying than the evil god itself.

First of all, her size.

In this fused combat state, Helen looked like a conjoined being. Helen's body was on the left, while Hastor's body was on the right, and endless pink tentacles lashed wildly around them.

Three thousand feet tall, with tentacles stretching to diameters of over thirty thousand feet.

A form like this tore straight through the city built inside the evil god's inner cavity, destroying everything within it.

Boom!

The entire city was annihilated.

Then all of Helen's tentacles merged together, forming something like a massive drill that plunged straight underground.

The ground itself was the evil god's flesh and blood.

Helen left behind a gigantic cavity, a full 3,000 feet in diameter, dealing catastrophic damage to the evil god's inner cavity.

She would keep dismantling the evil god's body from the inside until she found its core.

During this process, the evil god would release waves of cultists and parasitic creatures from within to hunt Helen down.

But as long as she wasn't forced out, killing the evil god was only a matter of time.

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Divine and Demonic Academy.

With Joanna's return, her credits began skyrocketing at a visible pace.

First, her four contracted beasts each entered different public dungeons to farm kills.

Each public dungeon granted one credit per hour of stationing.

Even if a person lived in public dungeons every day for an entire four-and-a-half-month semester, relying solely on camping would only allow them to earn 3,240 credits.

The passing requirement for a semester was 4,000 credits.

So students in the public dungeon specialization had to both station and hunt monsters.

This limitation was something cultists often criticized the Space Alliance for, claiming the system restricted human development.

But the Space Alliance system ran on massive data.

Every skill, when developed to its extreme, became an enormous skill tree. Learning an SSS-rank skill meant naturally unlocking all prerequisite abilities, so skill slot limits effectively didn't exist.

However, many people couldn't stay on a single path or reach the pinnacle.

If unlimited skill slots were opened, who would benefit the most? Obviously, the wealthy.

Because the wealthy had endless resources to waste.

If that continued, second-generation elites would multiply, class stratification would solidify, and fewer commoners would rise. Fewer geniuses would be born, and mediocrity would dominate the resources.

That would push civilization toward stagnation.

That was the real reason skill slots were limited.

For top-tier academies, rewarding extra skill slots was equivalent to lifting restrictions for geniuses.

Rory had already planned what skill he would learn once he obtained the extra slot.

At the same time.

Trystan from Strategy Team Dungeon Studies was thinking along similar lines.

Trystan's current credits stood at 26,210. Over a single semester, he had produced 34 guides. The least-viewed had tens of millions of views, while the most popular had surpassed 100 million. Of course, given the Space Alliance's population, that wasn't particularly shocking.