Chapter 1083: Different Agendas

Chapter 1083: Different Agendas



On the other side of the world...

A man with light auburn hair that spotted two bold strands of black mixed in, suddenly jerked violently, his body nearly collapsing and doing away with the lotus position he had been assuming as he sat in the luxurious mud hut.

His blank white eyes narrowed as he reached into his flowing dark robes and touched his chest.

He scoffed.

Four pairs of malicious eyes immediately glared at him, suspicion livid within them because of his sudden movement.

If it were anyone else who was to be guarded by the four, tall and muscular women dressed in sparse, yet clean hides, they might have enjoyed the view, but Skullius was indifferent.

He gave a reassuring smile to the women.

If they deemed him too... unstable, for his scheduled meeting with the Ode, that wouldn't bode well for him and his plans.

Thankfully, what happened next wasn't something anyone but him could sense.

A torrent of intense blue energy stormed out of him and phased through the wonderfully thatched roof without disturbing its neat and sturdy integrity. It soared into the sky and then shot north, accelerating rapidly as it went.

Skullius readjusted his sitting position on the thick mat he had been granted and supported his chin with his hand.

'As I expected. You must have achieved something profound for Serenity to dash your way so desperately. Good for you.' he thought.

The nigh microscopic droplet of blood directly above him churned at his thoughts, its owner, far up into skies, pondering the meaning behind the Hybrid Luman's thoughts.

***

Deathward Maw shattered like a particularly large vase, its shards flying in all directions.

The sheer lack of grace in the manner in which the Majestic Territory was destroyed seemed to mirror the profound failure the masked man had faced in retrieving what he had come for. Well, at least it did for most except the masked man himself.

He hadn't truly failed, but for the last hurdle he had to face before he achieved his goal to be so treacherous...

It left a terrible taste in the masked man's mouth.

Yet, he could do nothing but accept the new reality.

That said, there was no way he wouldn't bare his fangs against the Giant, the human he came with, and of course, the amalgam.

Vohnvolt also kept a keen eye on the masked man as they all fell.

At some point, when everyone - the Null Devil King, Vohnvolt, Jerthrax, Eobald-Minobu, and the masked man - was trapped within Deathward Maw, the world that the late Herald had cast in absolute cold had expired, replaced by a new one as a result of the ongoing [Consecutive Realm Transmission].

This one, unlike the last, was a barren land filled with thousands of furious hurricanes. Some raced along the ground below, and some spun while being suspended in mid-air, where chunks of dry islands floated lazily.

It was through this dimension that the Mad Bishop and Eaniss had been released. The amalgam – after making a deal with the two that involved him allowing them to take the battered body of the masked man if they helped him defeat the bastard - had set a timer for when they would automatically be released from their independent spatial pockets. From there, they would launch a surprise attack on the masked man.

Null Remnants instantly pounced at every enemy of the masked man!

At the same time, an individual who had been passive all along, grinned.

"Finally," the Null Devil King said and his figure shuttled through the sky towards Yuyui and

Stylla.

Yuyui had barely managed to glimpse a dark shadow heading towards her before her head was smashed open. The Null Devil King spared one fatal attack on her before grabbing Stylla and

storming further north!

BOOOM!

The air shrieked as he zoomed through it, heading towards Edagon!

Roughly a split moment after his figure disappeared, Aurolio removed his mask, which quickly vanished into thin air and bolted after the Null Lifeform as fast he could!

A moment after he charged on, Sause wore a deep frown at the sight and then turned to Benzard who also looked furious.

"Help him, and make sure that necromancer doesn't escape," he instructed.

Benzard gave the Giant a nod. He then watched as Sause glanced at the amalgam for a second before streaking after the trio heading towards the land of the Giants.

Vohnvolt gave a curious eye to the departing group.

He couldn't understand what was going on.

A part of him wanted to rush after the Null Devil King and Stylla too, but he stopped. Now

wasn't the time to entertain impulse without fair reason.

His eyes turned back to the masked man.

The necromancer didn't express the slightest interest in following after the others.

He quickly sank into the crowds of undead as he dropped to the ocean, his arms beginning to

heal.

However... just when he thought he could get a chance to adjust his mind, body and his pulsing, inflated and unstable soul, several presences registered from within his wall of his

undead!

Then...

"Majestic Territory, Reign of the Unending Exigencies!"

...!!!