Chapter 1084: Perfect Offense, Vengeful Target
It hadn't been Vohnvolt's plan to adopt the supernatural equivalent of the famous phrase, 'On Sight'.
In truth, being told that they were to rest easy and stay out of the fight, had left the Unlimited and Baddan feeling inadequate and inconsequential.
That was why, while still holding fast to the faith that their leader could handle the battle that was taking place, they all prepared a plan, just in case.
In case the masked man wasn't vanquished when the amalgam returned, the Unlimited would launch a vicious offensive of their own, using the element of surprise as their main weapon.
Their preparations did not disappoint.
Baddan immediately cast his Territory, and the masked man found himself in a place full of distorted, dark blue clouds forming trees and shrubs. Only he and the patch of dark blue 'grasses' illuminated by some form of faint light coming from above remained far removed from the twisted, cloudy figures all around.
However, an instant later, the masked man became unable to scrutinise the creepy designs around him.
A horrendous mental attack smashed into him like a boulder following the shrill scream that came from a hidden Allora!
"ARRGHH..."
The masked man buckled and dropped on one knee. His brain felt like it was being squeezed by an unfathomable pressure that threatened to turn it into a pancake.
His thoughts became jumbled and even his ability to mobilise any strength failed him.
This was what the others had been hoping for.
The masked man was no doubt formidable, but even he needed his mind intact to be considered a threat.
The necromancer suddenly trembled, his body being weighed on by a tremendous weight.
A large beast with shaggy, maroon fur had pounced on him and sunk its determined teeth into his shoulder!
At the same time, the fleeting figure of a woman with black and green hair tied into a ponytail flashed to the masked man's right from in front of him, and hacked at his neck with a large, red sword!
...!!!
Pherdanta was stunned.
Her sword only dug an inch into the man's neck despite the fact that she poured her all into her swing!
The same was true for Grim. His teeth failed to penetrate too deeply into the masked man's flesh.
Pherdanta grit her teeth, pulled back her sword and swung again with her all her might, aiming precisely for where she had last cut, but she barely made any progress.
That didn't stop her from swinging five more times, though, until she finally managed to cut halfway through the masked man's neck!
As she slashed, the necromancer's blood spraying on her face, she noticed that it started changing colour.
'It's working!' she thought.
The extreme poison in Grim's teeth was affecting the necromancer, albeit much slower than when it had acted upon the body of one of Em-Sul's subordinates earlier.
"Retreat!" a voice suddenly called from the mounds of misshapen cloud vegetation in the Territory, and the two Unlimited backed away in an instant.
The masked man was too dazed by the potent mental attack to feel anything at the moment, but Allora could tell that he was fighting back. The moment she felt his resistance to her Mind Casting, she had alerted Baddan immediately, and that signalled his cue.
powerful thing..."
...!!!
Everyone in the Territory turned tense as they saw the figure of the masked man rise from the ground, intensely bloody: a ghastly, bleeding wound at his shoulder, one at his chest, one at
the neck.
His arms were only half healed, his robe of Undeath energy struggling to cover his bare, battered torso.
His mask was gone, revealing his medium-length, cherry-coloured hair, curved nose and thin lips. His hazel eyes shone as bright as the Divine energy that coated him, growing in vibrance
with each passing second.
"...but death is much more powerful and noble."
Right when the masked man finished his sentence, the Territory was split apart into many,
even portions, as though tens of large hands had torn it apart piece by piece from the outside!
None of the four who had confidently launched an offense could have understood how the masked man did what he did.
They couldn't have known, unlike their master, who learned while striking against Jerthrax with his Nitros, that Nitros couldn't negate genuine Divine energy and that the opposite was
somewhat true.
And thus, the masked man had used Brunt Divide fuelled by Divine energy, on Baddan's
Territory.
When everyone emerged outside, the amalgam immediately snapped in the splitting Territory's direction from his clash against countless undead attempting to get in his way.
The next thing he saw, wrung out his soul.
The masked man, no, Actuass glared at him right after he flashed behind Pherdanta and
clutched her neck.
"Since it seems that all Direction has in store for the two of us, is to use what we now know about each other to ruin each other's agendas, I'll play along, as you have done first," he said...and he used Brunt Divide to peel Pherdanta's skin, flesh and bone from her body as she
screamed bitterly.
As her bits fell into the ebony waters below, Pherdanta's soul was revealed... only to be pulled apart like paper by Actuass' hands.
The amalgam's sockets burst with such intense flame that his face cracked. Before a fraction of an infinitesimally miniscule moment could pass, hundreds of thousands of undead were blasted apart as the amalgam carelessly fuelled Spatial Lightning to warp towards Allora, whom Actuass had gone for next.
However, the necromancer's whip, spawning into existence at his will, streaked through Allora's heart and soul faster than Vohnvolt could emerge behind her and blanket her with
[Neutral Maximum].
The amalgam felt Allora's body turn limb and lean against his.
She faded rapidly as her soul disintegrated. Allora looked up at Vohnvolt's face and smiled a final time.
"I... I did earn my place, didn't... I?" she asked in a faint voice. Vohnvolt opened his mouth to reply, but Allora could no longer perceive his sincerity.