Chapter 993 Rightful Opponent
Braxten Shannazah, a man dressed in rather flashy, colorful and silly clothing, wiped the blood from his hands as he watched the gaping portal before him close shut behind the corpse of the one who had created it. It was one of the Emeradis Summoners.
'Gave me a bit of a run for my money,' he thought. He had killed six of them so far, and he estimated that Kudobtu and her group had killed a similar number, but the rest had fled. He had sensed it. They had caught on to their fellows being killed off and retreated.
Thankfully, while this wasn't a typical victory, it did mean that the number of those summoned creatures there was now, wouldn't be increasing. At least not for now.
Braxten lazily sighed as he shot out of the way right when several of the seahorse wannabes rushed him, intent on sucking on his pure mana for a yet unknown reason.
He grabbed the staff of the dead Summoner and held it out before chanting a rather ridiculous sentence.
"Extra staffy staff of callidifying embering embers of the feverishly feverish fever!"
Instantly, the smooth staff shook and a visibly incalescent orange wave of energy expanded out of it to form a dome around Shannazah spanning up to thirty meters in radius. After expanding, the dome remained, retaining a solid, consistent shape.
The summoned creatures that were within range of this bubble suddenly began to release faint bursts of steam from their bodies, and then their shells began to sizzle, bits of hot blood and oils bubbling from them. In the next moment, they all fell to the ground, dead.
Braxten nodded in delight and began to go on his way. His destination was the glowing tree in the distance. His intuition directed him towards it. Perhaps when he got there, he could figure out how to end this mess King Royan had sent him to help with.
On his way, more of the summoned creatures rushed towards him only to succumb to the bizarre properties of the glowing dome and die without grace.
They couldn't have known, of course, that their opponent, was a master of fiendishly magical ridiculous speech.
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"Should we go there? Most of the enemies aren't even moving anymore," Maxim said to Vali as they hid underneath the great, lilac tent.
They had been moving from Aurora to Aurora since Skullius had given them upgrades to their powers. In total, they had taken down roughly 43 Maqian soldiers; 42 Masters and 1 Incandescent Stager whom they had, quite frankly, cheap-shotted after he came off a brutal battle against three others of his level from the Sif's side.
When the rain of summoned creatures appeared, Vali had managed to conjure this tent with her discount Imagining Technique. She was able to give it stealth properties that disallowed her and Maxim from being sensed. Unfortunately, it only worked to a certain extent.
Suffice it to say, this was the sixteenth tent she had made since the attack began.
"If that swarm above us leaves, then yes," Vali replied, her keen eyes looking out the tent. "I suppose Festos cut off some of his powers from us for a reason. Hopefully it's a good one. We should find out."
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Sevill and Viccil woke up with a start and found that they were in a cramped space. Their souls had snapped back into their original bodies just now, and they discovered with surprise that Skullius had stashed their bodies somewhere deep underneath the mansion in the Wonderfall Torrents.
The constant race against the pursuing summoned creatures which they had had to endure before this, almost felt like a dream now.
As Skullius had said, while they were body-swapped with [Order-Soul Projection], it would take a while for them to gain the knowledge of their vessels. With time, this had started to come to pass, but unfortunately, the memory of how to perform the secret technique other Maqians were using to ward away the greedy summons, had yet to surface, thus they only had the option of fleeing while watching their kin be saved as seeds. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
Right then, a complex weave of mana shot out boundlessly, disappearing in a blink in an expanding arc.
"I'm aware of the battle rite. No need to half ass it. I'll state my own terms as well," he said. "Let's limit this battle to this region alone. And if I win, on top of you leaving Opungale peacefully, I want you to grant me safe passage into Maqi."
...!!!
Shock smote all three individuals around Skullius like lightning.
The Ode, Embrell and Umbett wore dark looks.
What in the world... what were these terms? Wait, how did this man even know how to invoke Kuthmuk in the traditional fashion?!
Worse yet, why would this man want to go to Maqi as a reward for victory?
Skullius extended his right hand to the Ode, a cunning smile on his face.
The crimson-haired young man wore a look of suspicion. He glanced at Umbett, and after seeing that she didn't speak out, he too extended his hand to meet Skullius'.
"You're a strange man. You've reined in my curiosity a bit. But, I suppose I could always extract the answers I want after I tear apart your arms and legs," he said.
Skullius grinned.
Before the two's hands could meet, however, Skullius' left hand suddenly shot out and gripped the wrist to his right, pulling it back!
...!
Skullius was a little alarmed. A dire bit of strain showed on his face, but it quickly vanished.
'So, you're still in there after all, huh?' he thought.
'SNAP OUT OF IT, TOMATO FLINGER! DON'T LOSE YOURSELF!' a raging voice came from deep within, threatening to blast the top of Skullius' head off.
Skullius remained composed though. As much as he could at least.
"Is there a problem?" the Ode asked, glancing at how violently Skullius was strangling his own hand, keeping it from touching his. "Regretting this already?"
"No," the Hybrid Luman replied simply and he pried off his left hand's grip before shaking the Ode's hand.
"Let us begin then."
The declaration was set.
The Kuthmuk had been invoked.
Skullius was ready, but his mind couldn't have been more distracted. Forcefully, he was made to remember that momentous interaction within the Reflection of his Soul.