Chapter 1187: The One Left Standing (1)

Chapter 1187: The One Left Standing (1)



Replicus and Skullius walked through the wide-open doors into the towering building and were instantly met with a wide, cubical space with a floor that was made of large black tiles. Each individual tile was emphasised by the faint light that shone from the points where it met other tiles; it was almost as though the collection of tiles was plastered over a large beam of light.

Aside from the great chandelier of pure, solid golden white light hanging on the ceiling, and the two dark staircases with golden white railings on either end of the floor, both leading up the path into the next floor, nothing else could be seen. The two, no, three versions of the Moronic Undead who had escaped the Arch-Lich Somanda what seemed like so long ago, were the only things to give a livelier appeal to the vast floor.

Skullius parted from Replicus and with a relaxed smile walked towards the staircase on the left end of the floor. Replicus walked towards the opposite one, but the Stolen Angel walked on as though it was oblivious to the direction its master had gone.

The doors to the great building closed, turning the space a lot darker.

Replicus was still considering what Skullius had just said.

What did this bastard mean by 'leaving Aigas'? What exploits did he have in mind within the void?

And what did he mean when he said even if he was defeated, all the plans he had set in motion would still continue?

This was the most disgruntling thing about this whole affair now, Replicus thought.

'It's almost as annoying as the fact that his reasoning for not retrieving our soul - at least when it comes to self-preservation - is based on the Wanderer Who Seeds.'

Replicus was sure that Skullius believed that through this Wanderer Who Seeds whom Fulgardt preached in the past, the Doom Factor wouldn't be a problem for him even if the deadline was reached. The way he had been talking about powers beyond the Deities heavily suggested that this was his rationale. With what Replicus had learned on Edagon and from Serenity, it was only natural that he would come to this conclusion.

But was this Wanderer Who Seeds... an actual being?

Who knew?

The Warmoth's Progeny ascended up the stairs. Skullius did as well.

As he rose, he noticed that opposite the railing to the stairs, where a wall should have been - marking the end of the building - there was darkness the kind of which he wasn't convinced was solid at all. He felt that if he were to jump at it, he would sink.Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

He turned his attention away promptly and gave the Hybrid Luman a keen look. It seemed the eerie human-Luminant mix was doing the same through more 'sensitive' means.

"Will this flimsy building be able to handle it if we go all out?" Replicus asked.

Skullius chortled.

"Don't worry about that. I used a fair number of Creeds to ensure it would last long enough," he replied.

A portion of Replicus' attention was immediately turned towards Skullius' location, but...

Strings of Ju`wtte hurried to his left and caught something that had been about to strike at him again.

The massive fist of the Stolen Angel had approached the Warmoth's Progeny once more. The creature had fully healed its entire body in an instant!

'I knew you wouldn't be knocked down just like that,' Replicus scoffed inwardly.

While making sure to scour for Skullius on this floor, he grabbed the restrained Stolen Angel's head and ran Ju`wtte through it violently.

The Stolen Angel exploded into nothingness after its body ignited in spark and flame, but Replicus didn't turn away this time. Because he didn't, he managed to witness it - a monstrous healing factor that was even superior to that of Yuyui's Inhumane Eye!

The Stolen Angel reformed not a second after after it burst apart.

'Well, that's concerning,' Replicus thought.

Right then, Replicus sensed Skullius emerge as though from thin air behind him, a sharp, evil presence rushing from him to clash with the boundless regality of the Warmoth which he

(Replicus), exuded.

"You're the perfect match," Skullius hissed excitedly.

In the next instant, both the Stolen Angel and Skullius were consumed by copious amount of potent Perfect Aura which quickly formed into Genuine Incarnations!

But that was not all. Far from it!

The Stolen Angel immediately began to exude a formidable light and eight, large wings of light sprang from its back as [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance]'s active powers were put to

use.

'There it is...' Replicus thought cautiously.

Skullius, on the other hand, was suddenly engulfed by an unfathomable darkness that made

him almost meld into the dark interior design of the tower.

He had activated a skill that was unknown to both Serenity and Replicus.