Chapter 1142: Mors, Serene Grace (2)

Chapter 1142: Mors, Serene Grace (2)



The art of Mors, Serenity Grace required one to truly understand the nature of their existence beyond their race, Class, mutation and any extraneous powers born through weaving all sorts of artificial strengths.

It was actually more apt to say, one needed to understand the basis of their existence to an extent similar to how Serenity herself understood what Null Life to be.

Then, and only then, could a Null Lifeform learn to expel their soul and use its purity to both create a Serene Canvas - a bold expression of cohesive and intimate self-actualisation - and power their individual blend of Serene Grace.

Before all this, however, truly understanding what it meant to be a Null Lifeform, something that was just as far out of reach for the current Replicus as was what it meant to be a Deity, allowed the user to identify the full range of their attack, muting everything within it before the Serene Canvas held the effects of their attacks.

'You've got to be kidding me!!!' Replicus panicked.

The multi-coloured tangles of Null Life Essence that poured from Caxellac suddenly surged, changing in a manner that he recognised - unfortunately.

It was indeed because he had felt the nature of this change in his body before; like when Spatial Lightning had been forcefully evolved into Complete Omnipresent Registry or when Lambent Phosphor became Inexorable Unveilment!

This was it!

The Null Life Essence bobbing out of Caxellac... it was being empowered to its finest state rapidly!

As familiar as it was, it also turned Replicus' spine cold.

What followed...

"The rest of the attacks - three in all - are called the Soul's Harmonising Tercet. All three attacks complement each other, and unless Divinity is employed, it is impossible to survive all three of them. Unfortunately, they also differ according to the user, much like Territories. If you are going to act, do it now."

Serenity said all this, but she already knew the Warmoth's Progeny was on it.

The first thing he did, his phantoms working in overdrive, was to summon the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow into upper left hand closed against its opposite to maintain [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration]. At the same time, a great, fantastical set of gorgeous, hooded robes, furiously rippling outward like a wide, ethereal veil of tiny diamonds and yellowish- red ash wrapped themselves around Replicus, accommodating each of his four arms well.

At once, the Warmoth's Progeny felt the embrace of the robes smother him in comfort and begin to rapidly analyse the incoming attacks.

Indeed, this set of robes belonged to the skill [Nullmancer's Royal Raiment of Acclimation]... which – quite like [Apostle Summon] and [Apostle Armament] - had been merged with [Epiphany] to create the Super skill [Unbridled Wisdom of the Ascended Nullmancer]!

Once this was done, Replicus called forth the Divine energy in the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow and began creating Blessings one after the other.

First, a Blessing that created a fundamental link between his mana cores and Null core, propagating a defined sense of cohesion between them.

Second, a Blessing that allowed his linked cores to be able to convert Null Life Essence into mana and vice versa given a trade-off of making the conversion rate be 1:10.

Third, a Blessing that allowed Replicus to do something that would stun every Incandescent Stager and high-Tier beast!

Even Serenity was stumped when she saw Replicus close his eyes and clasp his bottom hands together, making a rather ominous symbol with his fingers.

He then mobilised [Maximum Catalyst], using Progression on the mana flooding into him and converting it into Nitros!

Then he expanded the [Maximum Neutral] around him and infused it with said Nitros... as well as Null Life Essence he had to spare, and muttered in a powerful, determined voice.

"Majestic Territory Expulsion."