Chapter 1189 The One Left Standing (3)

Chapter 1189 The One Left Standing (3)

The silver armour Replicus wore was a Transcendent grade item, but sadly, it was the most ordinary object to have such a high grade that he had ever seen. What gave it its grade was simply its high stats; it didn't have any unique skills or powers like the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow or the Warmoth's Spine. The only thing that could be considered remotely unique about it, was the fact that if Replicus willed it, he could turn it into an insubstantial illusion, which allowed him to strike his Ju`wtta together for [Ju`wtta Resounding Restoration] freely.

As much as it lacked personality though, Replicus had equipped this armour because it was still a product of the Warmoth's Treasury, one of the few that he didn't have to fight a battle of wills with in order to earn its allegiance, quite unlike the majority of other weapons and equipment in the exhibition hall. Even as it lacked better distinguishing utilities and offensive properties, Replicus had hoped it would be enough to defend him against most of Skullius' attacks.

It sadly turned out that he had been a little too optimistic.

Once again, there was a crackle like that of a whip just as Replicus heard the whistle of Skullius' sword in the unfathomable darkness.Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

No harm came to his Transcendent armour or the robes representative of [Unbridled Wisdom of Ascended Nullmancer]. However, the Warmoth's Progeny was perfectly severed in two from his right shoulder to his right leg!

...!!!!!!

Somehow, Skullius had forgone having to interact with the silver armour altogether.

Somehow, the Hybrid Luman had attacked with enough force to damage Replicus despite his crazy high durability.

Somehow... the Infinite Sword God had managed to perform both feats without evoking mana, or Aura, or Nitros!

'What in the world is going on?!' Replicus thought, immensely agitated and wincing slightly.

He would have immediately set to heal himself, but his enemy wasn't casual about killing him.

From the insurmountable darkness, a piercing golden-white light cast a glaring highlight on Replicus' body, and then a large creature made of luminous vines appeared within the great light!

The Stolen Angel had returned to the battle, and the light that shone with its reappearance was coming from the [Heart of Revelation] which was floating above him!

Replicus scowled.

The intensity of light from the [Heart of Revelation] was stunningly grand, but again, he didn't sense any exertion from the deep purple core within the Stolen Angel either!

This radiance, evidently empowered far more than the norm, did its job perfectly. It revealed the sensitive bits of the Warmoth's Progeny after casually turning Replicus' armour faint and meaningless, his skin and bones into mere intangible illusions!

...!!!

A merciless fist then hurtled from the Stolen Angel – repelled the defensive Ju`wtte – and dug unobstructed into Replicus' delicate cache of internal organs, his thirteen cores, and, of course, his soul (the copy of it which he had)!

...!!!!!

Again, Replicus felt it.

The Stolen Angel's fist was... terribly heavy.

...!!!

Right as the surge of an enormous volume of mana registered to him, the air was suddenly assaulted by an endless series of whistles which told of the coming of an insurmountable number of sword slashes from every direction!

And indeed, they were unending.

Replicus' Ju'wtte sprang forth to defend him in an impressive, omni-directional shower, but like before, it was quickly overwhelmed. The slashes that came were mixed in with squirming, sharp dark red threads of Mortal Ruin that created opportunities for powerful slashes to reach Replicus!

Yet, the Warmoth's Progeny met them all with his quick hands.

They blurred, lined with Ju`wtte, and redirected each slash successfully. It was almost as easily as catching leaves falling from a tree.

At the same time, Replicus gave a lot of his attention to the Stolen Angel, which, shockingly partially transformed into light and began to circle around him while throwing its deadly punches at openings where Replicus took fractions of time to avoid slashes!

But Replicus worked around this too.

These slashes were nothing like the one that had split him in two, and for some reason, the harsh light of the [Heart of Revelation] from the Stolen Angel had ceased.

What could the reason could be, he didn't know, but he was glad all the same.

'I will get to the bottom of it soon enough!' Replicus thought and suddenly, he zoomed out of the way of the unending attacks by entering the Ju`wtte Blizzard Corridor and emerging elsewhere in the darkness. But the attacks continued to rain from the black, and the Stolen Angel became a stream of light and raced after him. (It seemed unaffected by the rain of slashes.)

The entity threw a punch and Replicus dodged to the side only to fling a punch of his own that was immensely faster the Angel's!

Before the blow could make contact, however, the Stolen Angel turned into an outline of solid golden white light; it became intangible and immune to physical attacks!

...But Replicus scoffed.

'You think light can't be punched?'

CRACK!

One of his hands blurred, was coated in a thick layer of Ju`wtte, and a powerful fist landed on the light form of the Stolen Angel!

The feedback registered immediately! The Angel's outline reeled back from the force!

The Warmoth's Progeny had taken his time to understand not only his body, but also his Ju`wtte; that was why he could operate well enough even while split in two.

Over the two months he spent in the Timemould Mirror Box, he had fully mastered everything to do with his race and Class. From this, he managed to learn that Ju`wtte, when applied precisely, could strike concepts, especially feeble ones!

However, this wasn't the only thing Replicus had learned. Far from it.

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