Chapter 1063: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (4)

Chapter 1063: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (4)



Undeath, Null Life and Voided Death.

They all used different means to reach similar yet also different conclusions. Or perhaps it was more apt to reason that their progenitors had different philosophies when developing the powers that were the Existential Parallels.

Different forms of death. Different forms of extinction.

Undeath relied on enslaving the body, and then ultimately the soul over and over to create an empire of hollow soldiers.

Null Life thrived on the variety in Serenity's treasure; a jewel of a hidden paradise beyond inevitable extinction.

Voided Death was based on... emptiness.

Emptiness and the void were dark and terrifying; they were infinite and could be interpreted in an unlimited number of ways.

That was why, an accomplished Voided Deathform could find their own understanding in emptiness and awaken it.

Such an achievement was denoted by a plain mask of minimal design; a Bare Guise, which differed from Voided Deathform to Voided Deathform.

And only when such an achievement was acknowledged could a Deathform use their Void Gate; that is after understanding what the void could grant them - after understanding their own meaning of emptiness.

The additional Aurolio thoroughly vexed Vohnvolt. Before it, Voided Death Essence gushed out and created a set of large glass-like doors, sculpted to form intricate patterns of pairs of hands that performed dozens of different signs. A crisp highlight overlaid the doors, and it got a little intense when they opened wide.

...!!!

The amalgam rushed away from the real Aurolio whose neck he had been crushing. He sensed immense danger!

From the gates, sludgy, lumpy darkness poured out, embodying many different shapes that matched Aurolio's outline while in his true Voided form. They all had different stances and presences despite having the same hue and being bunched together like doilies.

They oozed into the Aurolio who had just been relieved from the amalgam's grip and he twitched like a mishandled marionette during the entire process. Over his face, the yellow, blank mask also appeared, and at once, Vohnvolt found that his presence changed.

It became... unfathomable. Impossible to discern.

The fact that the setting suddenly changed right in this moment, departing from the cold and boundless waters to an odd desert, made all the difference.

However, this time, as the amalgam shot forth, he extended one of his hands and pulled Aurolio's body to him using the ambient Null Life Essence. He then gripped the Deathform's arm and flung him ahead of himself!

However, Aurolio had a similar idea. In his flight, he grabbed the amalgam's ankle and threw him as hard as could... only for Vohnvolt to pull him again and fling him away.

The two soared over large distances before coming to a halt and staring at each other.

A second later, Aurolio found himself falling into a pit of darkness.

The amalgam had willed the gold under the Deathform to give way, and as soon as he had dropped, the sand closed up to crush him within its vast embrace.

No more than an instant later, however, Aurolio exploded from the sand behind where Vohnvolt stood and sent his hand forth like a serpent to bite into him.

The amalgam caught it without needing to turn his head, and he pulled on the Deathform, first hurling him into the sky and then slamming him into the sand. He then immediately followed up by sending four fists that might have had enough power to turn Feinheath to dust speeding at Aurolio!

...

To his surprise, however, the amalgam saw a rapid figure ooze out of Aurolio.

No. He didn't see it. he vaguely caught its image before it disappeared from his senses, and a fraction of calculated time later, his entire side was blown to bits by a great blunt force not

unlike that from a punch!

...!!!

The amalgam was perturbed.

What in the world was that?!

What hit him wasn't the Aurolio who had been at the mercy of his punches just now!

Just as he and the phantoms in his head took the chance to wonder, the Deathform in his grip

acted.

"I told you. You can't beat me. I" he said, and the amalgam shot into the sky... where a certain pasty, wrinkly looking creature was waiting with a redhead by its side.