Chapter 477: Battle against three headed puppet

The three-headed and six-armed monster seemed to be a flesh puppet and nothing more, and yet its strength seemed to have reached a terrifying level.

The aura it released made even space tremble.

Apollo’s eyes sharpened. He could clearly sense it. This thing had already surpassed the third-order Transcendent realm.

Yet it hadn’t fully stepped into the fourth order—the Supreme realm.

Still—it was dangerously close.

Far too close.

Behind him, Lucifer and the others were already on the verge of collapse. Their bodies trembled violently as the altar continued to drain their essence. They were already on the brink of despair and death.

Seraphiel slowly rose, his expression now completely different.

The calm and composed transcendent from before was gone.

In its place, it was pure fanatic devotion.

"This is the Great One’s creation," he said, his voice trembling with excitement.

Apollo made his move, seeing the Lucifer and others could not take it anymore and would die if he didn’t take action.

The space around them trembled, and layer upon layer of space folded around them like a blanket, protecting them from the altar’s power.

But the power of the finger within the altar was too mysterious; even though his space rules have reached the fourth layer, it still cannot stop, but the devouring effect has decreased many times.

Lucifer and the others suddenly felt the terrifying pressure ease.

Their bodies were still trembling, and the draining force had not completely disappeared, but it was no longer overwhelming.

They could breathe again.

They could resist.

"Th-thank you... Master Apollo," Lucifer said through gritted teeth, still struggling to maintain his stance.

Apollo did not respond.

His full attention was already focused ahead.

The three-headed monster’s aura seemed to have locked on him. And he had to take it seriously, as its strength had reached a terrifying level, and he could not be sure of destroying it.

The three-headed puppet made its first move, and like a charging meteor, it came towards him.

Its gigantic body tore through space and directly appeared right in front of him.

Six arms rose.

Then struck.

Each punch carried terrifying raw power, compressing space and distorting reality. The sheer force behind them was enough to instantly obliterate most first-order Transcendents.

Apollo didn’t dodge. His eyes remained calm.

Instead, he stepped forward. And punched back.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fist met fist. The collision was direct.

Violent.

The entire temple shook as shockwaves exploded outward, shattering the surrounding space into fragments. The runic formation flickered under the impact.

Apollo’s figure remained unmoved.

Despite the monstrous strength of the puppet, he stood his ground, matching it head-on.

Each clash sent ripples through the air like collapsing dimensions.

Apollo struck with precision and held against the terrifying monster without losing any ground. Both seemed to have turned into behemoths that can destroy sun and moons with their raw strength.

Seraphiel, watching this, was shocked as Apollo seemed to be able to handle the great one’s creation, as he knew its terrifying physical power.

His expression changed and it turned cold and filled with hidden killing intent, but for now it just silently watched the battle from the sidelines.

Apollo, meanwhile, paid him no attention.

His entire focus was on the puppet before him.

Fist after fist.

Kick after kick.

Each collision sent tremors through the temple. And as the battle continued, a faint smile appeared on his face.

The feeling of raw unfiltered battle.

The pressure.

The resistance.

It all felt... right.

With every heartbeat, he could feel his strength stabilising. The power he had gained not long ago was being refined and consolidated through real battle.

This fight was not a burden. It was a perfect opportunity. A way to truly make his newfound strength his own.

The three-headed puppet didn’t have its own mind as it continued to attack like a mindless beast.

Apollo, on the opposite, was calmer and efficient, and slowly he started to gain an advantage, but the moment he injured the puppet, its flesh and body regenerated almost instantly.

Again.

And again.

No matter how many times Apollo tore it apart—it simply regenerated.

And with each regeneration, its attacks became fiercer.

More relentless. Like an endless engine that would never run out of power. Apollo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He understood. This fight couldn’t continue like this. The puppet itself was not the problem.

Its source of power was.

His gaze flickered briefly toward the altar—toward the mysterious finger within it. The origin of everything. The true heart of this "Great One".

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"So that’s how it is..."

Without hesitation, Apollo made his decision. Endless regeneration? Then he would destroy the source.

His aura surged once more as his focus shifted, not to the puppet, but to the altar itself.

He brought out his sword and attacked the altar with a terrifying slash.

Screech!

The sword energy tearing through space arrived right in front of the altar and was about to sever the altar. But as it was about a few inches away, the altar glowed brightly, and an energy barrier stopped it in its path.

Boom!

"Tch." Apollo, seeing this, was a bit disappointed, but he knew how this could be this easy.

"Grrr..."

A furious roar echoed.

The three-headed puppet reacted violently the moment Apollo targeted the altar.

Its presence surged.

A black-and-golden halo formed above its head, spinning slowly, radiating a terrifying fusion of light and darkness.

Then—weapons appeared in its six hands. Each arm held a different weapon. Some were engulfed in pitch-black energy, exuding pure, suffocating darkness.

Others shone with radiant golden light, carrying overwhelming sacred power.

The two forces coexisted, yet instead of clashing, they amplified each other.

The puppet’s aura skyrocketed.

Crack... crack...

Space itself began to fracture under the pressure.

Roar...

It thrust all his weapons, and instantly fired a black and white beam filled with the power of destruction and annihilation.

Shh...

The entire runic formation trembled and space was destroyed as it annihilated everything in its path.

Apollo, the target of the attack, suddenly felt his heart jolt as his hair stood on end at the sheer horror of its power. A chill ran down his spine as instinct screamed at him.

He understood it instantly—

If that attack landed on him, even at his full strength... he might not survive.