Chapter 1001 Unusual Monsters! (4)
One of the main reasons why Skullius had demanded a blessing like [Graceful Monolith of the Eminent], was so that he could get rid of the immense threat that came with being enclosed in an opponent's Territory; the complete 'erasure' of energies and the halting of the faculties of magical regalia. This was especially debilitating for anyone who wasn't an Incandescent Stager, and since Skullius, even with more knowledge than before, wasn't sure how his progression would go from THAT point, he decided to create this insurance.
If he remained as an Advancement Stager that – even as unusual as he was – then things would get dicey when he fought opponents like this.
His forethought had paid of, evidently.
The Hybrid Luman, who had been reduced to ash and dust became engulfed in a livid golden-white light that restored his body in the next instant!
That said, Skullius was still in the midst of the bonfire of green flames and their unusual properties which drained the life from their victims. This effect pursued him as his figure danced in the distorted mirages of the freakish heat, the Ode, who saw his revival, donning a look of thrilled awe.
"INCREDIBLE! YOU CAN ENDURE EVEN THIS?!" he cried in ecstasy, the gauntlet which had delivered the killing blow just now fading from him as faint sparks.
Skullius scowled.
He was only alive because the Preeminent Attegoth – the storage of all his skills – currently located outside the Territory, projected the effects of his skills onto his body, since he and it were the same. His own mana was stagnated, clutched by the effect of the Ode's Territory, but that didn't matter. He wouldn't really be needing it, as the Attegoth had its own mana source.
This Graceful Monolith's mana was what powered the skill responsible for Skullius' uncanny resilience towards the absurd Primary assault of this Territory and more; [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance].
This skill was a combination of [Progenitor of Light], [Gradius Order Halo], [I Am The World], [Order-Soul Projection] and of course, [Son of Luserus].
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[Greatest Antiphon of Malignance (Super) | Lv.1]
The user is deigned a charming, rhythmic response to all that is disorderly, and all that is malice, gracefully equipped against every sort, every kind, and every caliber of evil there is. A true pillar of all that justice stands for by their own interpretation.
<Passive Effects>
· The user's soul is consistently guarded against low to mid-level soul attacks.
· The user attains a third pair of wings which both augment his physical properties fivefold.
· When in dire peril, the user's body will be transfigured into light that repels all attacks which reflect its light.
· A lesser portion of the speed of light is added to the user's own speed.
· Bare minimal resources are used to heal all wounds sustained, a majority of the cost for this replenished immediately; in extreme cases, larger volumes of energy will be sacrificed to resist the user's death, the costs associated replenished over time.
<Active>
[Sub-skill: OverLight]
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[Sub-skill: Soul Spawn]
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[Sub-skill: Masterpiece]
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'I need to get out of here!' Skullius thought, and his figure streaked out of the bonfire, though, it had already begun to succumb to the flames quite a bit.
The Hybrid Luman was rather quick.
It didn't look like he actively travelled at all. He blinked from danger and appeared in the tall stalks of the prairie.
For a fraction of a moment, he had time to think.
'The voices from those old men are problematic. My passive defense to soul attacks is even more ineffective against them than when it was just the Ode…' Skullius analyzed. 'I have something that could allow me to do something similar against that brat, but sadly…'
Skullius looked down at his two swords.
He had made a blunder.
He had brought both his swords into the Territory, and all their effects were currently shut down.
It hadn't entirely been his fault though, as the activation of the Ode's Territory was way quicker than he could have ever imagined. He couldn't have transported the Bashful Abomination outside the Territory fast enough so that he could use its affix for [Evil Veneration], as he had done against the bald Incandescent Stager.
'These two only have value as strong basic swords right now…'
Right then, the Ode stormed right towards Skullius from the sky like a meteor! His landing was more than a little explosive, making the prairie look as though it was suddenly assaulted by a desert sand storm!
The Ode shot from the plumes of dust and Skullius readied Demion's Dance while making several calculations in his head.
The crimson-haired young man skidded against the rough ground and hooked six of his fingers together with a demented grin.
"Overcast Inferno!" he chanted, and the many swirling clouds above, with flames stowed deep within them, set the fires loose!
Condensed red flames, given the likeness of tubular beams numbering in the tens of thousands dropped from the sky and swerved as they all shot towards Skullius' position!
This number of attacks… Would his field of disembodied sword slashes be able to eliminate them all? No way, not all of them! But, if he actively attacked instead of depending on his passive defense…
The Ode resumed his course towards Skullius as the sky turned blinding red with the incoming attack. He pulled out a strand of his hair, coiled it around his finger and watched it turn into a pretty ring.
Skullius took in all this dire information with his broad senses, and readied his swords.
But then…
"TORN!"
"TERROR!"
"TWIST!"
"TURN!"
His body was viciously twisted in different directions simultaneously, and for a moment, Skullius looked like a mangled towel!
A sphere of light devoured him, but not before the flurry of attacks from above bombarded him, turning a portion of the prairie into a mound of bloated flames that continued to expand and rise with such great heat that, had it all been outside, a fourth of Opungale would have been pulverized!
But the Ode didn't think that was enough, thus he dived into the flames, which had no effect on him and pointed his ring at the struggling figure surrounded by indescribable, butchering, incinerating chaos.
The Hybrid Luman was on fire, his body smoking heavily, but the damage that reached him was not as furious.
In fact…
The Ode's face changed when he saw a single, blank eye stare at him from the masses of flames that buried Skullius' body.
Then he heard it.
"Absolute Sever!"
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Right as the Hybrid Luman called, the Bashful Abomination cut across the flames that obscured his figure with the same ease one would see experience when wiping away dust from a glossy surface with a finger.
However, it wasn't only the flames that were suddenly wiped laterally.
The Ode was also split, a wide, empty gap coming to separate his head from his legs.
But that also wasn't all.
The grasses in the prairie were sliced through, then the feet of the old folks by the campfire, then the far wall of the Territory which shattered like glass with a terrifying tremble to reveal a portion of Opungale beyond it!
Skullius narrowed his eyes while the Ode's bulged, blood exploding from his mouth.
But the Hybrid Luman wasn't done.
This was only to give himself an opening.
He needed more.
More of everything.
And this was the perfect chance to utilize it all, despite the immense costs, which he had dreaded.
Thus, the Hybrid Luman began with a sub-skill of [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance].
"[OverLight]!" he called, and once again, his appearance changed, starting with the bangles of light around his wrists, legs and neck.
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