Chapter 1193: The One Left Standing (7)
An instant later, Replicus found himself inside the dark tower once again. The large black tiles were under his feet, a bright chandelier hanging above him. A blink after, the Stolen Angel appeared a few meters away, its menacing eyes glaring unblinkingly at him.
'I see. Since everyone in that town was killed, it no longer qualifies as an ideal battleground,' Replicus thought with a considerable amount of distaste.
The Stolen Angel suddenly pointed at him and almost immediately, a half a skull mark appeared on his now-bare chest.
Replicus frowned.
Before he could remove it with Maximum Catalyst's Reversion, however, he had been teleported outside the dark tower, and in the next micro instant, he was warped to another relevant battlefield by the influence of the KUTHMUK.
[Greatest Antiphon of Malignance] encompassed a wide scale teleportation effect derived from the skill [I Am The World], which had been assimilated into it. The Stolen Angel's half a skull mark was akin to a wireless connection which it used to forcibly attach the influence of its abilities on targets. It had used the mark to forcibly teleport Replicus outside the tower, where he was then sent to another battleground by the KUTHMUK.
Replicus removed the mark just as he set foot in the wide open, clean streets of city he didn't recognise.
It was crowded, and unlike the one he had been dragged to last, the people here didn't seem distressed, anxious or frightened. That was until his tall, menacing figure appeared in their midst, of course.
Replicus' didn't have enough time to wonder where he was now, as a chill ran down his spine in the next second.
The city trembled so fiercely that one would have thought it was grabbed by some unnamed colossus and thrown halfway across the continent of Feinheath!
Another one of Skullius' ungodly slashes had come, but this time, Replicus' covered himself with [Maximum Neutral] just in time, furiously charging its output to the limit!
POW! BOOOOM!
...!!!
For the first time, Replicus managed to defend against the cruel slash!
However, there was still a thick vertical cut across his skin where the cover of [Maximum Neutral] had been overcome to some degree, allowing the bare minimum of the slash attack through.
'There we go,' the Progeny thought.
To his surprise and relief, however, the city hadn't been completely decimated as collateral damage by the attack. Since the slash this time had been made with a vertical motion, only a few buildings, along with a few thousand people of the nigh six hundred thousand in this city - had had their life memberships revoked.
Of course, to the inhabitants, this was quite horrific.
As many screamed and ran away, Replicus saw hundreds of figures, all bald and draped in thick, blanket-like robes, rushing towards him. Others among them wore armour, but instead of carrying swords and spears, they held staves along with shields.
Judging by the way in which they harnessed mana against him, Replicus asserted that they were all Mages, surprisingly!
This meant...
'I'm in Emeradis!'
They each held the Mythical grade!
He heard the singing of a blade's edge against the air and he instantly knew he was in trouble. Forty-eight swords of different kinds - scimitars, sabres, katanas, jians, rapiers and many others twisted and began attempting to stab and skewer Replicus with furious determination! Some of them sent deadly slashes from afar and some sped forth like spears, others circling around themselves so fast they almost seemed like chakrams, and then they charged! 'You're kidding? He's controlling these swords from another country?!' Replicus thought, absolutely flabbergasted.
The might of the [Infinite Sword God] was broader than he could have imagined! Replicus dodged a majority of the swords and their attacks, destroying ten that got too close as well... but then he got the ominous forewarning of the absurd viciousness of Skullius' ungodly slash coming from three of the swords at once!
SHIIIIIING!
SHIIIIIIIING!
SHIIIIIIING!
The full might of the attacks bashed into Replicus with so much power that he flew across the
eradicated city, spinning like a top!
His [Neutral Maximum] was ripped open, and a great chunk of his mana was eaten away just
to even attempt to reforge it!
The swords rushed after Replicus, as did the orbs and the Stolen Angel.
Right as he got on his feet, Replicus clicked his tongue again.
Well, it seemed he had witnessed enough. He had analysed enough.
What he had been hoping for wasn't happening.
'I thought he'd use more of his abilities once he believed I was at an extreme disadvantage.
But he's cautious. He's not even allowing me to get close as long as we are outside that dark tower. He's afraid I'll inevitably become immune to his attacks because of my [Unbridled Wisdom of the Ascended Nullmancer],' Replicus thought. 'Well, it's not as if the robes are working. They can't adjust to his freakish slashes at all.'
The Warmoth's Spine, which was always hoisted on his shoulder by one of his arms was finally
unveiled.
Ju`wtte sprang forth from it madly as the Warmoth's Progeny decided to kick things into high gear. There was no point holding back anymore.
Replicus scrolled through the twenty-five Blessings he had created using the Fallen Reincarnator's Shadow over the last two months (he had had to wait for the Divine energy
generated by the spear to replenish after he created five Blessings at a time). Immediately, he
activated one of them, as he set to push back against Skullius.
Right as he decided this, Skullius, a great distance away, in Pelian, grinned nastily.
"Very good," he said softly.