Chapter 1134: Mercurian Long-Snout! (3)

Chapter 1134: Mercurian Long-Snout! (3)



The heat condensed into the sharp edges of the scissors turned out to be way too great for the Null Devil King to ignore. It was several times hotter than that which he had just been exposed to by Beyrmir's Clear Fire, a kind of fire that only focused on one subject, intensifying on said target according to its rate of spread everywhere else.

In essence, there was no limit to how hot it could become.

Despite being caught off guard, Caxellac gritted his teeth, and just when he felt his neck start to get destroyed in a mix of melting and slicing, he summoned a lengthy, mosquito-like insect with crackling green lightning seething along its brownish carapace.

The thing smacked hard into Replicus, knocking him away with a great bash.

Caxellac healed the wounds on his neck as he rose, and was about to use [Null Extraction] on Replicus before he stabilised from his flight when...

Despite the fact that his [Static Limbo] was active, Caxellac was alarmed by the great winds bellowing so aggressively in every direction.

Beyrmir, the Mercurian Long-Snout Legend, had raised his front leg, balled its end into a fist, and dropped it as a blur with unreasonable might!

His impressive size, coupled with the reinforcement from his mana core, Null Core and the strength of one of his Classes, the Tempered Skull Hegemon - a Class focused mostly on physical strength and endurance - ensued that each one of his strikes would be cataclysmic.

BOOOOOOOM!

Beyrmir never intended to strike the Null Devil King directly, but he might as well have.

Just the sheer shockwave released when his balled hand dropped on Edagon was too great for the continent to endure, much less Caxellac who didn't manage to escape as well as he had thought.

He tried to escape into the spatial tunnel he used to bolster his speed, as Replicus had surmised, but that didn't seem to matter because just as everything within a two-hundred- kilometer radius of Beyrmir's fist exploded, crushed to nothingness in an instant, such that a lake was instantly formed, the same occurred to the surrounding space.

It shattered, rippling as an unnatural vibration ran through it and caught up to Caxellac who felt his skin get shredded, his bones fracturing painfully despite the shielding of his armour!

'That's no ordinary physical blow!' he thought as he spun and tried to find his footing amidst the odd, dark colours around where space was attempting to fix itself. 'I really should have known he was a Nullmancer. He inherited that dragon's corpse and summoned it as an abomination ranked on the Universal Purge Banner. The thing is even capable of performing advanced feats with a Hegemon Class. Hmph!'

Just as Caxellac glared at Beyrmir who was far too fast to commit to a staring contest with him, he felt the approach of the Warmoth's Progeny from behind him and instantly turned.

The Warmoth's Progeny, of course, wouldn't let up.

With his large, crude pair of scissors, he zipped towards the debilitated Caxellac and once again went for his neck, intent on cutting it.

The searing scissors had begun to melt Caxellac's bone and flesh like butter when a burst of Null Life Essence so solid that it might have been a tangible sheet of magically-empowered steel coated the Null Devil King at the last second!

In the next moment, Replicus felt a crushing [Null Life Demesne] overpower his, leaving him susceptible to the [Static Limbo] impeded space again!

Caxellac then healed himself with Null Life Essence, albeit a little slower than before, and without uttering a word, he conjured a thousand great, wind-kissed bulls, and two thousand carapace-shielded mosquitos with green lightning around him!

The mosquitoes sprang towards Replicus at shocking speed, and the Warmoth's Progeny's upper right arm was immediately torn off, along with several bits of his torso!

Yet Replicus wasn't too concerned.

'He doesn't know about my Flaw! He's simply trying to get me to stop healing by assuring that I get distracted by losing an arm of mine with a Ju` wtta,' he thought. 'Still, I should be wary of both my Ju`wtta getting destroyed. If that happens, I'm dead.'

Indeed, this was Replicus' new Flaw. If he lost the source of his Ju`wtte or lost possession of the Warmoth's Spine, his Null living privileges would be revoked.

But Caxellac wasn't aware of this. At least Replicus thought as much.

Just as more of the deadly mosquitoes smashed into him and exploded, dealing great feats of damage and making Replicus lose his pair of searing scissors, his only free hand opened, expecting to receive something.

At once, from the mercury ball far overhead, a crude white hot steel flute sped into Replicus' hand. He instantly placed it on his lips and played a constant tune.

To Caxellac's surprise, the temperature around everything in sight increased and then...

The thousands of summoned, lightning-coated insects that had been having an easy time turning Replicus into Swiss cheese were suddenly unable to reach him.

Around Replicus, details of the environment obtained an odd, white tinge and then they kept expanding, expanding, and expanding some more.

No matter how fast the flying enemies darted towards the Warmoth's Progeny, they would never reach him unless he stopped playing his unamusing tune.