The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7587

Chapter 7587: Beginning of the End

The Riot Mark III did not just defeat the deathborn lord.

It demolished the enemy that formerly incapacitated the unstable machine.

On a physical level, the ace spearman mech’s potent weapon continually eroded the phase lord carcass from within.

All manner of phasewater-reinforced tissue broke down and disintegrated at a rapid pace.

On an ethereal level, the Prophet’s Bane directly caught the deathborn lord’s manifestation and proceeded to devour his prize on the spot!

The latter truly mattered. As an intangible life form, the alien leader figure could always hop into another body if he had lost his previous one. The only way to eliminate this kind enemy on a more permanent basis was to target them directly.

The sight of this devouring process horrified Gloriana and many other observers.

It looked as if the triumphant demon had fished out a soul and decided to eat his prize raw on the spot!

The deathborn lord tried everything he could in order to escape, but the Middle Demon’s hold was too strong, especially now that he was able to leverage the full power of the Riot Mark III’s Saint Kingdom!

The fabric of reality itself warped around them in order to ensure that the prey could not escape!

Though the deathborn lord did not display or express any strong emotions such as shock, fear or indignation, the entity most definitely suffered from his current treatment!

The ghostly figure leaked deadly energies that splashed completely harmlessly in open space.

If the entire site was surrounded by Dark Miasma, then perhaps he might have been able to call upon backup or at least an abundant reservoir of power.

Though enough time had passed for the glut of positive energies to dwindle, much of the battlefield still remained miasma-free, if only for the time being.

The effective suppression and lack of immediate urgency prompted the demon to take his time.

He savoured his ’meal’. This was one of his first major feeding sessions since he had assumed this particular state of existence. He spontaneously conducted an improvised ritual that sped up his devouring rate and increased the effectiveness of his assimilation attempt.

It was not enough for him to kill this powerful enemy. He wanted to harvest all of the traits, essence, memories and techniques of this foreign invader!

That was easier said than done. Despite holding the upper hand, the Prophet’s Bane could only gnaw and devour the most superficial parts of his adversary’s powerful soul.

He was merely devouring concentrated death energy. What enabled it to function as the avatar of an entirely different galaxy involved laws and mechanics that fell well outside the scope of anyone in this star system!

Suffice to say, the Prophet’s Bane grew frustrated and resentful that all he got to devour was the ethereal realm’s equivalent to a puppet!

The demon’s mounting anger caused his devouring process to speed up! However, his eating manners had been thrown out of the window. The demon no longer maintained any restraint and brutally sought to devour or dissipate the energy matrix that made up the current manifestation!

By the time he was done, the distant deathborn lord had lost his only anchor to the Red Ocean.

The demon meanwhile digested whatever energies he could handle at this current time.

As a being that belonged to the negative energy side of reality, death energy did not pose a fatal threat to his existence.

That did not mean he enjoyed his meal. Demons may be familiar with the phenomenon of death, but they did not embody it to the same level as the deathborn race.

Therefore, the Prophet’s Bane not only wasted much of this energy’s potential, but also felt reluctant to assimilate too much of this nefarious influence.

Devouring too much death energy without any thought or structure would only cause him to deviate from his nature as a demon and transform into another deathborn. Maybe.

That must never happen!

For this reason, the Prophet’s Bane deliberately restrained his absorption and only sought to strengthen himself to the point where he could better understand and resist future deathborn opponents.

The real prize was the knowledge and techniques mastered by the peculiar alien mind manipulator.

Although the intangible puppet was not the ’main body’ of the deathborn lord, the latter’s activities still left behind numerous remnants and imprints.

All of this was valuable to the Prophet’s Bane. As long as he spent enough time to analyze the clues and deduce their logic, he may be able to replicate some of the deathborn lord’s spells one day!

The thought of mastering a technique that could effectively confuse his stubborn ace pilot’s mind filled the demon with glee!

The Prophet’s Bane let out a soundless cackle even as his manifestation returned to the Riot Mark III like an obedient servant.

Saint Orfan’s unbreakable bond with the demonic entity had given her a pretty good idea of what her ’partner’ had done.

She was not pleased. Anything that strengthened the Middle Demon always came at the expense of herself.

"...WASTE OF TIME."

"NO MORE DELAYS. NO MORE PROCRASTINATING. LET US END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

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