Chapter 1068: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (9)

Chapter 1068: The Logic-Defying Clash Across Null Remnants! (9)



If Skullius had been here, he would have instantly recognised the object that appeared in Aurolio's hands. It was a large, curled, silver horn with quite an attention-seeking presence about it. From the moment Aurolio released it from special storage, it seemed to actively try to be seen and felt by everyone around.

However, the one to understand something beyond what the artefact displayed on the surface, was Jerthrax.

And of course, he had every reason to.

This Mythical grade object was called the Half-Dragonite's Bone. It was a treasure that Aurolio retrieved after clearing a Cluster that had a species of mystical creatures called half- dragonites. These creatures had a quarter of the essence that made up a true dragon and their appearances were even similar to that of the Herald.

The silver horn's basic effect was to summon a plethora of beasts once it was used by its wielder, but Aurolio had already considered that that probably wouldn't work, given where he

was.

Thus, he banked on the other special effects and skills of the horn.

For instance...

The Voided Deathform raised the large horn in his hand and infused a vast amount of mana into it.

At once, pulses of a radiant, blurred energy whipped out of the larger end of the Half- Dragonite's Bone and rolled outward, saturating the air with their discordant rhythm. Of course, this recurring burst of power didn't register to any of the combatants here... except the Herald.

Jerthrax's head twitched and his eyes burned with a fiercer blue light. He gnashed his teeth and growled faintly, looking to be disturbed.

Because he was a full-fledged dragon, the effect was not at all as severe as it would have been on other lesser dragons. If he was such an inferior breed, he would have gotten down on all fours and started roaring manically, demoted to a common rabid animal.

Aurolio grinned.

While the result wasn't as potent, it was still something he could work with.

Unfortunately for him though, someone else took this prime chance - when Jerthrax was buffering - to deal a meaningful blow.

The masked man's eye's hazel glow sparked with a ferocious will.

His right hand shot into the air, as though to pierce it, and pointed at the large, serpent head that had caught the undead spear he had flung towards the Herald.

Right as the first of these giant serpents decked with the same manner of protection that Jerthrax was clad in had appeared, he had been able to deduce that they weren't products of the dragon, but separate entities; summoned creatures that he afforded his scales and shadows.

They were vastly weaker than the dragon, but they were useful.

Sadly for the dragon, he hadn't considered that their use might extend beyond the one who made a contract and employed them.

After all...

"This is my Creed..." the masked man declared quickly, and his hand, outstretched in the direction of the giant serpent, was enveloped by a jet of blackish-green flames that formed a straight, sharp blade!

The sharp end of this blade couldn't be seen, however. The masked man used a Creed to manifest it into the brain of the serpent, killing it at once!

Then...

"Cast Undeath."

His breath gathered in his throat, but unlike before, it wasn't like dawn's light. It looked more

like ash.

A vicious ebony tint dyed the new dimension in its hue, while a scalding, hellish heat began to melt the giant, cubical blobs in the vicinity!

The necromancer's eyes narrowed. With a flick of his finger, he called to himself the severed head of the undead serpent, and hid behind it right before a potent jet of dark heat was fired

towards him... and everything else.

The blaze was wide and greedy.

It covered nearly 180 degrees of the dragon's field of vision and eradicated everything in

sight.

It seemed that unlike the previous version of Jerthrax's breath, this variant did not just embody the very idea of burning. It also carried the very notion of stripping down the qualities of whatever it burned, be it resistances against pyromantic powers, endurance or

even lesser forms of Divinity!

All of it was ground down!

The result, after the ebony flames began to die down, depicted the sheer power splendidly. For over a thousand miles before the face the dragon, nothing remained.

Not the pink blobs.

Not the grass.

Not the ground.

Not the sky.

Only black remained.

However, two individuals did persist.

One was hidden behind a crumbling mass that was originally a large serpent decked with

tough scales and mystical, liquid shadows.

The other, was a pasty-faced King decked in a black armour, a shroud of greenish-blue Null Life Essence that oozed of both steam and smoke around him.

Strangely, this mass of Null Life Essence was rotating around itself rapidly like a hamster

wheel, distorting the image of the King inside it.

Of course, only one other individual could have noticed this, and that individual said the same

thing he had said several times before while watching from his hiding place.

'I see...'