After retrieving all the nails, Wen Wen landed on the Cicada Ancestor's head. He looked at the crown of thorns embedded in the Cicada Ancestor's body and hesitated before acting.
This crown of thorns was undoubtedly a good item, possibly even higher in grade than those nails.
However, the Cicada Ancestor had been transformed by this very item. Wen Wen was worried that taking it might have unforeseen consequences. He certainly didn't want to become an idiot who only praised the creator without knowing why.
So, Wen Wen returned to Mayi Mi's location, used his Blood River Sword to cut open the flesh enveloping Mayi Mi, and then bound her with chains. Now, Wen Wen only needed a thought to bring Mayi Mi into the containment facility.
With all preparations made, Wen Wen felt at ease and began to continue absorbing Mayi Mi's power.
The reason Wen Wen went out to collect the nails first and then settled Mayi Mi was simple.
Once the Cicada Ancestor's realm dropped below the Disaster level, or if Wen Wen took Mayi Mi away, the external energy shield would instantly disappear.
At that point, even staying in there for another second could result in Wen Wen being dismembered by Charlie.
If Charlie wasn't outside, Wen Wen could have slowly absorbed everything and then captured it into the containment facility. But with Charlie lurking outside, attempting to capture the Cicada Ancestor into the containment facility was impossible.
Therefore, to maximize his gains, Wen Wen planned to take all the benefits he could obtain. Then, at the moment the Cicada Ancestor's realm fell, he would bring Mayi Mi into the containment facility and return himself as well.
With the plan set, Wen Wen deliberately reduced the power output of his absorption, paying close attention to the Cicada Ancestor's condition while absorbing.
After half a day, the now translucent wings finally vanished into the air.
Wen Wen's eyes lit up. With a sudden pull, the infant Mayi Mi was dragged into the containment facility. He then entered a black portal himself.
As he left, Wen Wen used his Phantom Colored Mouthpiece to leave a cluster of black, humanoid smoke. This smoke made a waving gesture.
In just two to three seconds, Charlie stood within the Cicada Ancestor's abdominal cavity. He waved his hand and crushed the saluting smoke, his face darkening as he looked at the ravaged abdominal cavity.
What happened to the good Cicada Ancestor that it ended up in such a state after just a few days?
He wanted a Cicada Ancestor that surpassed ordinary Disaster level, not a giant bug with only True Sequence strength!
Suddenly, Charlie felt something was wrong. What was that pile of things in the Cicada Ancestor's belly? Why was a string burning? Why were there rats in its belly…
"It's a bomb!"
Charlie's eyes widened abruptly. The next second, the explosives, which occupied several cubic meters, detonated with a roar, causing flames to erupt from every opening in the Cicada Ancestor.
"Damn it, it's already Disaster level, why still play such petty tricks."
Charlie stood unharmed within the Cicada Ancestor's abdominal cavity, a mixture of anger and amusement on his face.
Mere explosives, let alone harming a Disaster level being, wouldn't even cause the current Cicada Ancestor any damage. Leaving a pile of bombs was probably just to annoy someone.
But Charlie immediately froze, because he sensed that the aura of Disaster energy in several locations was on the verge of erupting.
"It's those rats! These bombs were to mask those rats!"
The bodies of several puppet rats suddenly exploded. Dark energy pierced through the Cicada Ancestor's weakened body and coalesced into a giant black energy cross above the Cicada Ancestor.
This cross was identical in size to the one that had previously bound the Cicada Ancestor. If left unattended, it would remain there for a long time without dissipating.
A faint white light emanated, and the unscathed Charlie sighed.
"It seems he left those rats to declare victory…"
"Although this black cross is indeed a complete victory, creating such a cross is still too petty."
"In the end, he's just a scoundrel who plays with conspiracy and tricks. I won't give him another chance…"
If Charlie had won, he would probably have done something similar to act as a divine miracle. Saying this now was simply because he felt bitter…
Stimulated by the black cross, the Cicada Ancestor finally woke up. However, its strength, already reduced to True Sequence, was further impacted by the blast of Disaster energy inside its body, bringing it down to only the level of early True Sequence.
If it suffered any more serious injuries now, it might just kick the bucket.
Feeling its strength plummet, the Cicada Ancestor was overcome with grief, tears flowing like an opened floodgate.
Charlie looked at the Cicada Ancestor's unsupportive demeanor and had the urge to strike and kill this disappointing creature.
But after a long hesitation, Charlie lowered his hand. The Glorious Church had already lost too much this time. He couldn't, out of a moment's anger, kill a holy beast at the True Sequence realm…
Thinking optimistically, the Cicada Ancestor had once been an existence exceeding ordinary Disaster level. With enough time and feed, it might even return to Disaster level.
But who knew how much time that would take.
…
While the people from the Glorious Church were sighing in distress, Wen Wen had returned in triumph. This could be considered his greatest victory since becoming a Containment Officer.
Therefore, the smile on Wen Wen's face was extremely arrogant.
It was the kind of smile that would make children cry, pedestrians cover their wallets, and women call the police.
Wen Wen had gotten carried away with his success. Come and bite me if you're unhappy!
Humming a little tune, he went to Red Beard's cell and placed the seven nails inside.
These iron nails had the property of changing size at will and suppressing any target they pierced.
When all seven were embedded in the same target, they could suppress even a Disaster level expert. Even one nail was enough to threaten a True Sequence expert.
When these iron nails pierced the Cicada Ancestor, each one weighed at least tens of tons. Their weight decreased when shrunk, but not significantly, retaining at least ten tons.
Wen Wen could still lift this weight, but holding it in his hand still felt substantial. Throwing this to pierce someone would surely be exhilarating.
Upon seeing these nails, Red Beard immediately pounced on them, fawning over them.
As a craftsman who specialized in creating super-powered items, he had never seen such a high-grade super-powered item in his life, nor had he ever imagined that someone would create nails of such a high grade.
With this skill and material, wouldn't it be better to forge an invincible demonic sword?
That's right, even now, Red Beard still had a pathological obsession with forging demonic swords.
After telling Red Beard his requirements, Wen Wen left his workshop.
The place was hot like a furnace and filled with the sweaty odor of Red Beard. Red Beard had a lot of work to do every day, and compared to this work, bathing had become a trivial matter.
Red Beard was the best craftsman Wen Wen could find. Wen Wen believed he could definitely meet his needs.
If Red Beard couldn't satisfy him…
Wen Wen had no other recourse.