118 The Beginning Of Death, The Destroyer Of The World

Normal Usurpers would feel a heavy pressure from the scar and wound of Neamh that was etched onto this place. Even though MF hadn't been here before, she couldn't care less about the hostile environment with hefty radiation and constant wild-destructive beams from the nearby Calamities.

The flight kept going strong for several seconds as she delved a thousand of kilometers deep into the huge Ancient Battlefield that filled 23% of the whole Tavaroth Continent.

MF excreted the dark goo of creation from her left palm, might as well refer to the gauntlet as part of her body. She then crept her consciousness strings onto the substances and lengthen the pole of the halberd.

"From one to ten, rate your experience for the service."

"WHAT!?"

"I take that as ten."